#Dedication to Flesh

[anoceanofblackglass]

SPITE CULT MOTHERFUCKERRRRRR👹

[cherrwysx-music]

♫ Spite - Dedication To Flesh ♫

[lovelylittlehell]

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥

[leafspiritz]

i have this pet headcanon that imogen actually inherited relvin’s eyes (but tinted by the moon). and when liliana looks at her she’s seeing a little bit of both the people she left behind 🌙

[theheirofthesharingan]

“Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not?

Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?”

- source

[twentyfourducks]

i had an idea to write something where where you and sunday were in a (sacred/implied to be blessed by the harmony) garden alone together. there is obvious romantic tension between you both....

...you confess to him and while he does reciprocate the feelings, he is hesitant to go forward with a relationship despire his desire for you.......however, he's been told throughout his life that he shall not harbor such desire towards others (implied religious guilt...or smth) and that he should devote himself wholly to THEM (and/or some other doctrine the family probably imbued within him)...

...ultimately, he does "eat the forbidden fruit" in the end (kisses you)

[cecropiacrown]

Another short fic for my December Writing Challenge!

Characters: Xie Lian, Mu Qing, Feng Xin

Pairing: pre-relationship fengqing

Word Count: 1.4k

Plot Points: unresolved tension; secrets

Mu Qing has been off all day.

That much is clear to Xie Lian as the two of them work seamlessly around each other in Xie Lian's tiny kitchenette.

It's not the kind of off that would be noticeable to a stranger or even to an acquaintance—but it's certainly noticeable to a good friend; especially one who has known Mu Qing as long as Xie Lian has.

Xie Lian takes a peek at the bubbling pot on the stove, twisting his mouth in thought as he breathes in the savory scent.

Maybe something at work is causing Mu Qing stress? Or maybe his mother's health is worsening again and he doesn't know how to bring it up?

As Xie Lian muses, he plucks a small, brown-ish container off his spice rack—turmeric, he's guessing, but the label has been worn completely off—and eases the flip-top lid open. Ah, but before he even has a chance to add a dash of it to the pot, Mu Qing is deftly slipping the container out of his grasp, closing it, and putting it back on the spice rack.

"Our soup does not need cinnamon in it, A-Lian," Mu Qing says easily, his tone a bit more flat when it's just the two of them.

"Dishes?" he offers instead, tilting his head in the direction of the sink as he slips behind Xie Lian to grab a few things from the fridge.

"Ah, right!"

The night continues like this, with Xie Lian doing the washing and the tidying as Mu Qing thwarts all of his sneaky attempts to contribute to their dinner. But as they sit down on the rickety couch in Xie Lian's living room, it's clear that whatever is weighing on Mu Qing this evening doesn't seem to be getting any lighter.

For one, he keeps rotating and popping his ankle—that is—when he's not anxiously tapping his foot. And if not for that, his eyebrows are a dead giveaway: several times throughout the day Xie Lian has watched as they gradually furrowed, creasing Mu Qing's forehead, until the man noticed and forcibly smoothed them out again.

Xie Lian has been patient and gracious—something he has a lot of experience with—but Mu Qing seems no closer to talking than he did when he arrived late this morning.

With a quiet sigh, Xie Lian sets his bowl down onto the cramped coffee table and repositions himself to better face his friend, folding his hands politely on his lap. He gives a small, reassuring smile and tilts his head, taking a calming breath before he speaks.

He'll coax this out of Mu Qing—one way or another.

"Mu Qing?"

Mu Qing swallows the bit of soup in his mouth a little too quickly and clears his throat several times in a row to compensate. The tips of his ears go red and Xie Lian can see the way his eyes are unfocused as his posture remains rigidly forward-facing.

He's panicking.

"Yes?" Mu Qing asks, his voice far too even-sounding to be natural.

Better to get straight to the point, Xie Lian thinks.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

A sigh.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying," Mu Qing deadpans, having finally turned to face Xie Lian only to give him way too much steady eye contact. Oh. He's definitely lying.

Xie Lian raises an eyebrow at him, fixing him with a steady, unimpressed look.

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not," Mu Qing insists, shrugging and crossing his legs as he leans onto the back of the couch. Both their bowls of soup lay forgotten on the table.

"A-Qing, you're a bad liar."

"I know," he agrees quietly, dragging his gaze away from Xie Lian to look at his lap. He fidgets with his hands, his face scrunching up in thought. A thousand emotions seem to come and go on his expression until he finally lands on annoyed. He crosses his arms at himself and rolls his eyes.

"I—ah. It's nothing, really."

"Mu Qing."

Mu Qing huffs and pushes some hair out of his face. After a moment, he manages to steel himself enough to get the words out.

"I wanted to ask for your advice on something," he admits, eyes still aimed somewhere in front of him but clearly looking at the problem Xie Lian can't see.

"Of course. You know I'm always here for you, A-Qing."

Mu Qing rolls his eyes again but Xie Lian takes no offense to it. He knows that, really, no offense is meant.

"I think I messed up."

"Messed up how?"

"Xie Lian I... I—ah, fuck."

Mu Qing clenches one of his hands into a fist, digs it into his thigh until he's groaning, and only lets up to anxiously smooth his hair away from his face.

"What do you do if you agree to do something in—in one way, but you can't do it that way anymore, because you lied about being able to do it like that in the first place?"

Xie Lian's eyebrows knit together and he tilts his head a little more at Mu Qing, confused. He brings a hand up to his chin, rubbing it before easing his palm onto his cheek, propping his head up by pulling his other arm around his chest to support his elbow as he considers Mu Qing and his question.

"I'm sorry, but I really don't know what you mean. Did you agree to do something at work that you can't follow through with or—"

Mu Qing's lips draw together in a thin little line and his foot picks up its bouncing again

"Feng Xin and I slept together."

"Pardon?"

"We had sex, Xie Lian."

Xie Lian tries to hold back his shocked expression but Mu Qing has already turned to look at him, looking lost and embarrassed and completely out of his depth.

Of all the things Xie Lian might have suspected, this was certainly not it.

"What—I mean—when did you even—"

"The first time was two months ago."

"The first time!?"

Mu Qing makes a little distressed sound in the back of his throat and frowns, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he turns forward again, knocking his head onto the back of the couch to stare helplessly up at the ceiling.

"We agreed to keep it casual. Just a—a f-friends with benefits kind of thing but—I just—god, fuck!"

He slams his palms down onto his thighs and grimaces, looking like he might want to sink into the nearest lake and never come back up again.

Mu Qing has had feelings for Feng Xin for a long time—and he first told Xie Lian about them two years ago.

No amount of encouragement or optimism from Xie Lian has convinced Mu Qing to just tell Feng Xin, and about six months ago, he had stopped trying to help after Mu Qing blew up on him about it.

And now it turns out they've had sex? More than once?

"I don't know what to do, A-Lian," Mu Qing says quietly, looking more worried that Xie Lian can ever recall seeing him.

"You haven't told him that you—"

"No. I haven't."

"Why not?"

"I can't. I just can't, A-Lian."

"So your plan was to have sex with someone you're in love with and just pretend it doesn't mean anything to you?"

Mu Qing looks over to him, eyes pleading and his expression vulnerable and open. He doesn't answer. Xie Lian just wants to hug him.

And—because it's just Xie Lian's luck—that's when the front door rattles on its hinges, an indication that someone is trying to unlock it.

This is also when Xie Lian's phone buzzes in his pocket and he's reminded of an innocent invitation he sent to a certain somebody to come have dinner with him tonight.

Shit.

The door opens and Mu Qing remains deathly still, a mask of calm indifference settling over him, save for his eyes which rage with indignation and burn holes into Xie Lian's skull.

Feng Xin steps through the threshold of the small apartment but remains in the entryway, swinging the door back and forth as he observes the hinges with great displeasure.

"Can't your weird fucking sculptor boyfriend put those hands of his to use and fix this shitty door, A-Lian? Goddamn, you could hear someone coming a mile away—oh! Hey, A-Qing!"

Oh, Mu Qing, Xie Lian thinks, we're really in it now.

[yuseirra]

He's referred to as the "jewel" and she's the "star", I always thought that was so clever in many ways.

Took reference from the lyrics:

星は宝石の憧れ "The stars are the jewels' aspiration." (Mephisto)

あらゆる視界をジャック "Hijacking every view." その輝きはエゴイスティック "Its radiance is egotistic." 誰のものでもない、最愛のファタール！ "Belonging to no one, the beloved fatal!"(Fatal)

Also inspired from the tags I got earlier!! @insertname099 thank you so much for these tags!!♥

this was a really good point...it's made me think about it once again~

[arsenicflame]

Ed gets amnesia (Izzy-centric, pre s1 banishment, past edizzy to some degree)

It starts something like this: a rope left out after a raid, a captain showing off to the crew, a workload stretched too thin to have noticed the accident waiting to happen...

When Ed wakes, it's almost immediately clear something is wrong. He's lost a few years of memories- not much in the grand scheme of things, but it's enough that the man who lays in front of them is almost unrecognisable to the man they knew. He's from just at the point where he was starting to get frustrated with the 'ease' of being Blackbeard, tiring of his old life, but still so full of life and love in ways the present Ed forgot how to be.

He's a lot more on guard, for a start, waking up surrounded by strangers, even if they are treating him very nicely. He doesn't trust them, he doesn't even fake trusting them, just shuts them out completely.

Stede and Roach figure out what's going on pretty quickly and try to explain it to Ed after that, about what's happened and all the things he missed, but he doesn't believe them for a second- how could he? If he got hurt, Izzy would be there waiting for him to wake up. He always has been, always is, his predictable and reliable Izzy. He says as much to Roach and Stede, the only thing he will say, and they just... side-eye each other. They can't believe it- Izzy?

Anyway, Ed completely shuts down after that, so someone runs to get Izzy. Izzy, who had decided, after everything- especially the past few weeks on the revenge- that there's no way Ed would want him there. He's still lurking on deck because he can't stand not knowing how Ed is, but he knows that's not his place any more. So to say he's surprised when Stede comes and begrudgingly grabs him is an understatement- Stede doesn't tell him anything, obviously, just that Ed’s asking for him. 

The way Ed’s face lights up as he walks into the room is a punch to the gut. There's a cheerful greeting, the kind he hasn't received in years, and Ed’s yapping on about what he's been told and what happened and "this ship, Iz!" and he's just... floored. He can't say anything in response, not even to confirm their story because this is Ed, this is his Ed, who's face is turning worried, joking about how it looks like Izzy’s the one with a head injury, and Izzy can't cope. He just... storms out of the room.

Izzy’s up on deck, and he's not even yelling, or working, or really doing anything, just aimlessly coiling ropes in a daze when Ed appears on deck after him. He's thrown his leather jacket over whatever of Stede’s clothes he was wearing, a return to his Blackbeard armour to be seen by crew, and he jogs up to Izzy and starts getting handsy with him, physically turning him to looking him in the eyes and check he's ok, just generally being casual in a way that nobodies ever seen them- a way that nobody expected Izzy to tolerate (but of course he does, its Ed).

Izzy'll stutter out a response and Ed will wrap his arm over his shoulder, casually, like that's a thing they do. He'll ask for a tour, for him to explain everything, like what's the deal with this Stede guy. He's still enamoured with The Revenge and all its bells and whistles, only now he wants it with Izzy. It's all 'Iz' and 'mate' and affectionate and a side of their relationship even the Queen Anne crew haven't seen in years, a complete shock to absolutely everyone except this Ed.

Ed shows Izzy the model of The Revenge again and Izzy is both heartbroken and so indulgent because that's the Ed he had once, and he's going to take every second while he can. Ed can show him every single trinket on the entire ship if he wants. Izzy's always been willing to indulge Ed to some degree (it's Izzy, after all) but there's usually external factors, like they're in the middle of a raid, storming a hostile ship, or being chased down by the Spanish without any plan and over the years Izzy’s taken to just trying to redirect Ed quickly rather than letting him get distracted with the next shiny thing. It's been a sticking point between them, Ed's distractions and Izzy's rigidity and inability to have fun even when the occasions fitting.

But, for all Izzy's gripes with The Revenge, he does know it's safe for them- or at least that he could take on any member of this useless crew who tried to take advantage of his captain's momentary incapacity. So he does, for once, feels safe to indulge Ed. And God, he wants to. He has wanted to. He wants to watch him forever, like he did when they were little more than kids. He wants to forget all the mistakes he made just to see Ed smile and light up at him one more fucking time. He's not going to throw away this opportunity, no matter how badly it hurts him in the end.

Ed's memories don't come back in a day or so, so the crew keeps getting these shows of their relationship in a way they've never seen before- all these casual touches, and the way he'll turn to Izzy before anyone else, even Izzy laughing a couple of times. The crew gets to see a completely different Izzy- one more like the man he'd have been on The Queen Anne, a man they can see means something to Ed. He's not just his rotten first mate, a necessary evil of Blackbeard, at some point it becomes very clear that Ed did like Izzy, that he chose to have him around. It's like being back when Ed and Izzy were on the same page, at the height of Blackbeard, their partnership, when things were GOOD.

And of course, Izzy’s going along with all this. He's not telling him anything about the way they're different now, about how they finished breaking their matelotage 6 months back, about how they've been living at arms length for years, about how this simply isn't who they are to each other any more. He couldn't possibly do that, not when he gets to live the best days of his life all over again, just for a few short days. Maybe he'll get a week or two, if he's really lucky.

It's hurting him, obviously, it feels like his heart is being ripped out every time Ed touches him, every time he corners him in the depths of the ship (still so untrusting of this unknown crew- not helped by how they treat Izzy. He sees the side eyes and cruel comments and notices in a way the present version of him never did, too wrapped up in Stede and the madness of this ship) but hey. Izzy’s a masochist. He'll take anything Ed gives him, and he'll especially take this opportunity to have one last taste of what he's lost.

At the time it faded so slowly he didn't realise he was losing it until it was all gone, but he won't make that mistake this time. He knows their time together is limited, and he's going to take every fucking second he can and hold it close forever. If Ed makes him leave after he remembers? After he realises the way Izzy took advantage of him? It's worth it, to have this again, one last time.

[rohirric-hunter]

I've gone and exposed myself to losers online who are incredibly mad about War of the Rohirrim for stupid reasons and I'm not gonna obsess over it, honestly, but I do want to point out that it's a supremely faithful adaptation of the single page of the appendices it was based on. There were two notable deviations from the extremely bare-bones story that we're given in the appendices. One, Hera killing Wulf at Helm's Deep instead of Frealaf killing him in Meduseld, simply had to be done because of the medium. Imagine a movie about the events that gave Helm's Deep its name, but the climax of the movie happened at Edoras. That would be so lame. I suppose Frealaf could still technically have killed him, but this ties into that other thing I was talking about, about great deeds that aren't remembered in song and Eowyn's complex about that. (There are no witnesses to Hera's challenge to Wulf except for some Dunlendings, Olwyn, and Frealaf at the very end.) The other deviation is Hama's death. I'm supremely ambivalent towards this in a movie where Hama is only a supporting character. His role in the movie was to motivate and develop Hera and Wulf.

[crimeronan]

[guy who is currently desperately procrastinating getting in the shower despite being in a lot of pain and discomfort that the shower would fix voice] i just think hunter should wash luz's hair. and also snuggle her. in a clean bed. where neither of them are itchy at all.

[theonceandfuture]

the stoneforged are my non-ableist replacement for "dwarves" (see here and here, i think bbc merlin has its own issue of ableism regarding characters with dwarfism) as a species in mythology. they are technically a type of elf (think lightforged = high elves, shadowforged = dark elves, minus the racism associated with the drow's writing)

hopefully, soon i'll have found the time to draw out my designs for some of the species prominent in albion, and i can reblog this post and add my personal designs for these species. keep in mind that i'll still have characters with dwarfism in this story! i don't think the solution to ableism is to erase the characters with dwarfism entirely (cough cough, disney's snow white), instead i've just been Normaler about it.

[fraternum-momentum]

Toxic.

[i like the ver with just the green bg + no filters so its here]

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

And what if I said Northern Attitude was lowkey Dallas Winston coded????

[kekkuda]

headcanon that Ludwig retains his sanity for a while after becoming a beast and he and gehrman hang out and hunt out in the forbidden woods in secret like the kids movies where mfs have a secret magical creature friend/pet

[liselke]

i feel so insane after this episode. i had high expectations and they were ooooohhhh they were more than met. WHAT was that abouttt and the fucking kate cameo? and i fully thought she was gonna kill the pm. and. WHAT. and this was maybe the most doctor-lite episode of doctor who to ever come out