#HBD DIG!

[makeitp1nk]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @digthewriter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're a blessing to this fandom, an unstoppable voice, and a great friend. I am so grateful that I get to hang out with you in and out of the interwebs. I wrote you a tiny something, my fellow #teampetty friend. I hope you like it ❤️ & a million thanks to @nv-md for the beta read!!!

Petty

Drarry | 397 words | Rated E | No warnings

It started when Zacharias Smith became the editor of The Prophet and merged management with Witch Weekly. The publications had always been a precarious step away from libel before, but Smith, the twat, somehow made them even worse.

Draco found it amusing, taking turns with his friends reading ridiculous news about each other. It stopped being funny when Potter was cursed after a particularly incendiary piece was published. White hot fury burned through him as he stomped around the Manor drawing room taking swigs of gin from the bottle and spitting his anger to his very bored mother.

Drunk and seething, Draco sent a flurry of owls about the incident that night and woke up the next day as the new owner of The Quibbler. Lovegood was thrilled and the Slytherins all placed bets on how long he’d keep the company. They should have known better than to bet against a hacked-off Draco Malfoy. 

A year later, The Quibbler’s popularity surpassed Witch Weekly and The Prophet both. With its painstaking fact-checking and its principled writers, it became the source of truth for the wizarding community. The Quibbler began to sponsor journalism students and up-and-coming magazines to encourage diverse voices and create a richer news environment.

It was no surprise when Witch Weekly and The Prophet shuttered their doors. Draco celebrated with a midday gin martini in his office and revelled in his victory, and Smith’s defeat. The knock at his office door was a surprise, and even more so was the sight of Harry Potter entering the wilderness of his office. He had an amused set to his mouth that made Draco’s heart speed up. He spread his arms then dropped them as he said, “Here I am.” 

“What?” Draco asked, barely managing not to spill his martini.

Potter dug into the pocket of his tattered jeans and produced a crumpled piece of parchment. He attempted to smooth it out and handed it over. Draco’s stomach fell as he recognized the slanted, messy handwriting of a very drunk Draco from over a year ago. It was a letter, a dreadfully long and rambling note, that ended with, “I will burn them to the ground for you and take you as my prize.” 

Draco froze and forced himself to meet Potter’s gaze. Green eyes twinkling and mouth turned in a smirk, Potter said, “I’m all yours, Malfoy.”

[justplaggin]

pov you're watching dashing youth and thinking "woah these guys are like. anime characters irl" until you realize a donghua already exists and suddenly it's not a joke anymore

[vetteldixon]

It seems like no one has a negative opinion of Vettel. At worst, he is said to be a young driver with great potential, and at the other extreme, he is the second coming of Michael Schumacher. His genuine and open personality to the media, and charmingly goofy smile do nothing to tarnish his positive public opinion.

A Tale of Two Sebbers: Bourdais and Vettel Battle for Success in Formula One, by Wilson Lo (May 4 2008)

[vyxelle]

happy birthday mr man

[falsenote]

Carla Gravina and Gian Maria Volonté behind the scenes of a 1960 theater production of Romeo and Juliet

[whalesforhands]

for what i have overlooked

fleeting memories and unsaid words, there’s a beauty in all of them.

HBD GOJO SATORU

“So? So? Wanna spend time with your lovely teacher and tell him all about your training?” A wink that cannot be seen from under his blindfold as he throws out a peace sign, holding it up to his eyes, awaiting the replies of his precious students.

His antics are ignored.

“Panda, that punch needs some work. Loosen your fist a little next time.” She takes a bite of the ice pop, the crunch of the cold treat loud.

“Oh yeah? Inumaki said that I got a mean kick though. Should I try that next time?” The crinkling of plastic as he unwraps the ice cream sandwich, licking his lips.

“Salmon!”

Maki wipes the sweat from her brow, confident grin upon her face. “Yeah, bring it.”

Oh well. Guess he’ll just eat by himself, then. Rummaging through the remains of the plastic bag and digging around, he hums. He was sure he had bought enough— Scooping up all the remaining ice creams they had and dumping it at the counter as he took a phone call.

Oh! There it is! His hand pulls out still chilled plastic, excited grin on his face as he flips it over to inspect the flavour. Like a roulette for ice cream flavours, would he like it? Love it? Hate—

His brows furrow as he looks at the packaging, his eyes squinting at he looks at the tiny prints and lackluster colours. Man, he got one of those old timey flavours…

“And there!” A hand catches the ice cream bar midair. “Red bean flavour for the masses!”

“And my cigarettes?”

“Heh.” He runs a hand through his hair dramatically, swiping hair away from his eyes as he poses with the mentioned item. “The great Gojo Satoru never forgets!”

A plastic packaging is thrown at the girl who seamlessly catches it in one hand, lax smile on her face as she nods in thanks. “The great Gojo Satoru should remember to tie his shoelaces.”

“Wha—?!” That nasty trickster of a woman! His complaint dies on the tip of his tongue when he watches her settle down beside you on that familiar bench, the sun already beginning to set as the blue of the sky starts to fade into a colourway of pink and orange.

Was the day over already? These summer days always seemed like they were far too short.

Watching as you chomp down on the ice cream held to your lips, the cold taking over your teeth as you feel a tingle up your spine. “Mmm… Suguru, I think they changed the flavour on this one.”

“Really?” He leans towards you. “I’ll have a try then—“

“I want a biteeeeeee!~” Satoru has an arm around your shoulders as he drags you in closer towards him, “Pleaseeeeee?” Puppy dog eyes and a whimpered plead, he bought it all, so please?

This… Was meant to be a shared treat between yourself and Geto to compare the red bean ice cream brands. Though, you suppose a variance in your experiment wouldn’t hurt. A peek over at Suguru only catches him rolling his eyes with a smile. That’s a yes, then.

“I’m not quite sure if you’ll like this though, Satoru. It’s a bit different to the ones we usually eat.” You’re slightly worried as you turn to hand him the stick, only for his hand to wrap around yours and aid in personally bringing it to his mouth.

“Don’t you worry about it~” Perhaps you don’t understand yet; but he would take anything as long as it’s from you.

“One bite, Satoru.” Geto is unwittingly firm despite his lax expression, his copper-amethyst eyes watch intently as Gojo starts opening his mouth. “One.”

And one bite he did take, engulfing the entire treat in his mouth.

“Ahh, this greedy—!” Suguru’s arm flies across Shoko to grab onto the ice cream that was about to be swallowed whole, hand immediately around Satoru’s and yours, attempting to pull it away only to end up with empty wooden remains.

You’re too shocked to even react.

“And that’s why I hide my ice cream.” Shoko only nods in, her head against your shoulder as the straw of her iced tea is held in between her lips.

“That was one bite!” He’s speaking through chews as he feels the icy chill seep into his teeth, feeling Suguru smack his shoulder lightly in revenge. “Bleg— Sour!”

Maybe he’s glad that this brand has lasted the test of time, despite the unappealing flavour profile. Maybe— He’ll enjoy it this time?

Gojo Satoru’s grin doesn’t falter as he tears the plastic away with ease, blindfolded eyes staring at the cold treat only momentarily, before he takes a bite.

Oh. It’s still a little too sour for his tastes.

——

“Gojo-sensei! Ya sure you’ll be fine without an umbrella?” Yuuji waves at him from under the umbrella the first-year trio stood, calling out to him from the heavy rain. Does he not want to share with them?

“Aha, don’t worry about a thing, Itadori! Look!” His hand is held out for the three to observe, outstretched and showing off just how perfectly dry it remained despite the pouring rain. Infinity truly was quite the gift.

“Ehhhh?! Gojo-sensei, you’re amazing!”

“Don’t flatter his ego.”

“Ahhh, lucky! He doesn’t have to worry about the rain messing up his hair…”

“Heh, I’m the strongest, after all!” There’s a ringing in his chest, a thump in his heart. “See ya later!” A salute before he departs.

The crowd shifting about him, the patter of the rain against umbrellas and concrete as he walks, easily navigating through as he treks the way back to campus.

He used to love rainy days, you know?

He notices you holding a palm out, letting the rain droplets fall onto your hand as you sigh, staring up at the darkened skies.

“Well, well, well! Look what we got here!” An arm around your shoulders as you hear him laugh from behind you. “Looks like it’ll be raining for quite a bit!”

You only let out a sigh, leaning back into his arm as you pout at the dreary weather. “I didn’t think it would rain this heavily today…” You really should’ve listened when Nanami started squinting at the clear sky and reminded you to take an umbrella.

A hum from the white-haired sorcerer as mischievous blue glint from underneath black frames, the impish grin alluding to something more. “Sayyyyyy, you were only gonna go back to the dorms, right?” He’s starting to unbutton his uniform jacket.

You nod. What… Is he planning?

“Then, let’s go! Brace yourself!” You feel fabric fall softly over your head, your eyesight shrouded in darkness as you feel your hand being grabbed, larger fingers intertwining with your own as you’re dragged forward and out into the unforgiving rain.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both at the entrance of your dorm home, sweating, wet, muddy and messy from the trip. “See?” He holds a thumbs up. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

Your hand still hasn’t loosened its grip on his as you suddenly feel him shiver, a sneeze being let out. It wasn’t bad at all, but you think you’re both about to be sick. You sigh, but thumb grazing over the skin of his hand. “We’re both gonna be sick because of this, you know?” He feels extremely cold.

“And you shouldn’t have given your jacket to me, you don’t look well at all.” His white buttonup had been completely soaked through, water dripping from his head as you stare up at him, removing the wet jacket from your shoulders. A shift in your hands results in you letting go, a whine dying on his lips when he feels your dryer palms go up to his face. “Don’t do that again, okay?”

He could retort, tell you at least he made it back with you in one piece. Though, the way you look at him causes a stutter in his heart, pleading worry and concern in your eyes has him feeling… Guilty. He’s Gojo Satoru- He doesn’t get sick, nobody was ever concerned about his wellbeing till this point. Why would they? He’s one of the greatest. He didn’t have people like you or Suguru, hells, even Shoko—

Maybe he gets it. Maybe this is what the word of ‘love’ means. He should do this again sometime—

“Are you both insane?” Shoko is absolutely unimpressed as she stops in front of the both of you, towels already in hand.

Maybe he is, if he gets to evoke such reactions from you all.

He stares up at those grey skies, his palm having an itching, almost phantom warmth as he feels a subconscious twitch of his lips.

He hopes the rain stops soon.

——

“Ah- He’s waking up.” There’s a hand upon his cheek as he starts to crack open his eyes, smooth skin stroking his own and the usual weight of his sunglasses off his face.

Gentle voices, gentle touches. His nose picks up on the scent of grass, the feel of the summer breeze upon his cheeks, his head against something soft, something comforting.

“Satoru, you finally awake?” He hears a deep chuckle, a gentle voice stroking his ears, another graze of fingers upon his soft face. “You’ve been asleep for almost an hour.”

“Hrmm…” He doesn’t feel like waking up, doesn’t wanna leave this overwhelming warmth.

“Suguru, we should let him sleep a little more.” You were always the soft-hearted one. “I think he deserves it.”

Gojo Satoru thinks he’s deserving of a lot of things, such as his position upon your lap where he naps with comfort. He flips onto his side, enjoying the way you continued to stroke his head, fingers running through snow-white locks.

“Fine, just a little longer. Then it’s my turn.”

He opens his eyes to realize it was another dream. A frequent occurrence that leaves his eyes feeling dry when he lifts his blindfold up, fingers grazing across a wetness to the soft fabric.

Oh.

It hurts to breathe till the point of bruising on the days his lingering regrets stir within him, the swirling uneasiness causing him strife that he long thought he had gotten over.

It’s with those days that he thinks he’s pathetic; made to give up on things he never wanted to let go of, but with those feelings come a forgotten reminder of warmth. The blank lines that had been filled with nothing but those days.

Memories, dreams, hopes and all that was alike. He holds onto them, clawing at the remainder of their existence. A blue of youth that was unlike no other, a spring of sun-filled bloom that he wants to keep.

Because, only then will he be fine alone, wouldn’t he? It serves as a way to keep him together, keep him whole. He has to be.

He’s the strongest, after all.

next

Notes:

Gojo could’ve used Infinity when running through the rain with you. But you wouldn’t have been able to touch him.

He thinks he’s found a newfound taste for red bean ice cream.

[sunkenma]

the art of subtlety 

the many ways tamaki amajiki says “i love you” wordlessly.

650 words, fluff / hbd tamaki!

tamaki amajiki has never been good with words.

frankly, he has never been good with actions either. the fear of expressing himself and potentially garnering unwanted attention has always been on the precipice of his worries. yet if he had to pick the lesser of the two evils, he’d choose actions. 

actions, albeit still harrowing, are manageable when it comes to you. 

with you, he can’t help but want to do something, anything. anything that can help make life a little bit easier for you. may it be to carry your bag and books, or treat you to your favourite meal, or — even more scandalous for the timid man — hold your hand to prevent you from slipping on icy sidewalks, he would do it all. 

and he’s proud to say he does, although subtly to ensure you don’t notice. because if you ever did, he wouldn’t know how to explain himself. confessing to you is absolutely out of the question.

“the beef is sooo good!” you exclaim between bites. 

at the moment, you’re eagerly digging into the yakiniku you two have ordered for lunch as he contently sits across from you. watching you eat has always been one of tamaki’s favourite pastimes. you eat with so much gusto and excitement that just the mere sight of your silly little smile has him smiling and happily munching on his own food. 

correction, there mere sight of your silly little smile makes him happy in general. 

your cheeks are noticeably full as you ask, “did you try some yet?” 

“mhmm,” he responds meekly. he places another helping of meat on the edge of your plate as he does so, “it’s pretty tasty.”

tamaki inwardly smacks himself for lying to you. for the past few minutes, he’s been too preoccupied with grilling and placing most, if not all, the meat on your plate for him to actually try any of the food. in fact, having meals with you has always been this way — may it be peeling your shrimps, sneakily taking all of the vegetables you don’t like and replacing them with the ones you do like, or gifting you with his dessert. 

but that’s information he could never share with you, lest his feelings slip out.

a ghost of a smile lingers on his lips when he sees that a smidge of yakiniku sauce marks the corner of your lips. it’s cute. you’re cute. he has the strongest urge to kiss it — no, wipe it off for you, but he knows that doing so would only render him a collapsed and flustered heap on the table. 

“you have a little something here,” instead, tamaki opts to tell you. he points to the corner of his own mouth to indicate where the sauce is on your lips. again, he finds you adorable as you fumble to wipe it off, spewing out an embarrassed ‘how did that get there?’ 

he fondly looks on as you continue to devour the rest of the meat on your plate, wishing that there’s more he could for you. wishing that he didn’t have to be so subtle around you. wishing that he could simply pick up his chopsticks and feed you like his hand has been itching to do since you two sat down.

but for now, wishing is all he could do. it’s not a lot but tamaki is content. he’s content in knowing that these small gestures are still enough to make life slightly easier for you. he only hopes that these small gestures could eventually build up to the moment where he finally tells you how he truly feels. 

until then, he’ll stay subtle. 

( what tamaki doesn’t realize is that as he busies himself with serving you grilled meat, you’ve been putting some of them on his own plate when he isn’t looking. he isn’t as subtle as he likes to believe, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love watching him try. ) 

[aois-amaterasu-painting]

Aoi Twitter 2023:

10 Jan: "I've been working on melodies with Ruki's voice in mind for the first time in a while, and my head is so filled with Ruki that it’s almost like I’m in love. …Maybe, just maybe, I’m actually Ruki, and he's Aoi… Ugh, my head!"

10 Jan: "By the way, I’m just playing around, trying to figure out what kind of approach would be interesting—like a sketch or something—so, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh, it's not hinting at a new release or anything!"

13 Jan (Taujan QT): "I’m sorry to bring up something personal, but I just want everyone to celebrate this with me. Hara-san turned one of the few genuinely straight feelings in my twisted heart into a new item. I’m heading to Hiroshima to get it stamped. 🫶"

19 Jan: "Happy birthday to me Happy birthday to me Happy birthday dear myself Happy birthday to me ふぅ🎂🤧"

21 Jan: (*ﾟωﾟ)っ The drawings you all made were beautiful and super cool, and I was really happy. Thank you!"

26 Jan: "Recently, I occasionally get the urge to live deep in the mountains. I wonder if it's some kind of sign? 🤔 Nah, it's probably because I’ve been watching videos of people building cabins in the mountains on YouTube before bed. The sounds of chopping wood or digging the earth in the quiet help me sleep well, that's all. But while the guy looks satisfied making a bed out of wood, I’m thinking, 'No, it’s way too hard…'"

1 Feb: "Man, I was just thinking, 'Oh, it's still only 11:30,' and now the next moment is already here—time flies. For real. HBD RUKI 🎂 I’ll send him a message in the morning. 💌"

17 Feb: "There are only a few left, though there’s a slight chance some remain. by Nietzsche"

25 Feb: "By the way, this time the bear is a rabbit because it's the Year of the Rabbit. There's no twist, but I think it turned out looking cool and kinda like me, don't you think? 🤔 Oh, and by the way, the hood can’t be taken off, so if you try to pull it off forcefully, the brain will jiggle."

10 Mar: "Everyone is really good at drawing. I’m super grateful, really grateful. ┏○))"

15 Mar: "It seems like there's a camera around here somewhere... nichaa (grinning mischievously)"

16 Mar: "I tried to look cool and show off a bit. There's this book called Daimyo Tōsan (The Daimyo's Bankruptcy) that seems interesting—it’s a two-volume set. Since I’ve already got it, I’ll read it on my way to Tokyo."

27 Mar: "It's cloudy today. But I believe there is light ahead."

27 Mar: "Right? This band is so cool. Walking this path with them and all of our fans, I’ve never had a day where I didn’t want that to continue. During the MASS tour, I was so happy to enjoy it to the fullest again today. I can shine because the members are here, and you’re all by my side. I’ll continue to grow and return before you even better! Thank you again for today 😘."

27 Mar: "I selfishly hope you’ll witness who we are now. Precisely because we’ve been through so much, I want to share this space with you all, as a kind of turning point, and take steps toward the next future together. So, let’s meet at Nippon Budokan on July 15th! I’ll be waiting for you <3."

31 Mar: "I’ll let you in on a little secret: my headbanging masters are you band girls. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? All of you headbanging."

3 Apr: "I’M WAITING FOR YOU."

4 Apr: "I generously gave water to quench everyone’s thirsty (probably about now, I’d say) hearts, yet there aren’t enough likes. And now my heart has dried up. Oh no, should I cry now? glances"

6 Apr "Seeing Kai’s tweet made me wonder, what was I called again? Was it Aoi-sama⤴︎ぁ🫶 or something like that?"

8 Apr Uruha: "I missed the timing to post this during the tour, so here's a shot with REITA from Sendai that's been maturing in my folder for a while‼︎"

Reita QT: "Call me the guardian deity of Wi-Fi 😎."

10 Apr: "That thing on Ruki’s Instagram, it’s totally premium content. On one hand, I feel like you should accept it as a special discount service item, but honestly, I took an even better pose just before that. I bet it was so divine that Ruki thought your hearts wouldn’t be able to handle it. But still, I kind of want to break your hearts before Budokan."

10 Apr: Ruki 🫴

Aoi QT: "Good evening. It's VISUAL GOD."

10 Apr: "Ahh, sorry about that. While everyone’s excited before the show, we were just messing around backstage 💦 But once the show starts, we’ll shine like stars. I mean, a light that can’t be contained is a crime, right? 💁 On a different note, anyone who calls me Professor Snape is getting Sectumsempra’d. I haven’t seen a single movie, but it must be amazing, right?"

12 Apr Reita: "The correct answer is 'DECADE.' You all are amazing. Since there are so many correct answers, the rhythm section will give you a present 🎁."

12 Apr: "While I’ve been secretly practicing, the deadline for the super fast pre-sale is approaching. Worship me."

15 Apr "Lately, my morning routine has been waking up and checking Twitter for the GazettE-related topics, but this morning I came across something unpleasant, and even a Buddha like me couldn’t help but turn into a hannya. I guess there really are people out there with rotten hearts—I thought it was just an urban legend."

15 Apr "Since I am a Visual God, I’d prefer to avoid making statements like this, but since the opportunity has presented itself, I thought I’d make things clear. Anyway, that’s how it is. I truly want everyone to enjoy themselves, and we’ll do our utmost to make sure that happens. See you later ✋"

18 Apr "Thanks so much for all the applications for the fastest fan club pre-sale! I'll be pouring love into you on the day, so look forward to it 🤤"

25 Apr "I've opened a new door. I am satisfied 🫶"

28 Apr ‹‹\(´ω` )/››‹‹\( ´)/›› ‹‹\( ´ω`)/›› m9っ`･ω･´)＜OHAYO!!

11 May "Did you know that I’m the type who wants to be left alone but also wants to feel wanted?"

14 May "Today is Mother's Day, a day to give thanks to Mother Earth and the great oceans. Dedicate yourself to me 🕴"

22 May "This is an ad 💁I watch. You watch. We are friends 👯‍♀️"

25 May "It seems I’ve been away from here for two days. The human heart is fleeting, so maybe no one remembers me anymore. How sad."

26 May "Ngogogogogo… (The sound of the gods stepping down on the earth as they now prepare to rise)."

27 May "I’m planning to celebrate the 20th anniversary with you all again in the digital realm starting at 9 PM today. (☝︎ ՞ਊ ՞)☝︎ Let’s get hyped!"

27 May "HBD MY BRO."

Uruha: "I’m really sorry for completely ignoring Aoi-san during the solo in REGRET! 🙇haha"

Aoi QT: "It’s okay. I’m used to it…"

27 May "I forgot, but I’m actually in the GazettE. Watching their videos, I realized again how cool they are, and now I’m feeling embarrassed about my previous tweets…"

9 Jun "HBD URUHA🎂"

14 Jun "I'm sure you're all lonely without me here, right?"

24 Jun "I don't really need it for live shows, but I ended up buying an amp♡"

5 July "Honestly, I can manage to do pretty much anything. The only thing I'm really bad at is probably love. July 5, 2023 - Cloudy the GazettE Aoi"

5 July: Uruha: "The first day of band rehearsal is over! I had a problem with the LCD display on my pedal not showing anything and I couldn't use the touch controls, but I guess it's just a scratch. 😭

Aoi QT: "A scratch can be a fatal wound, you know. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ Well, it’s quite sensitive."

12 July: "The string broke. That’s a bad omen. I thought a hannya was reflected in my phone as I typed this, but it was just me. Cursed."

16 July: "(It might seem random, but I want to leave here what I wanted to say on stage yesterday. Despite how I may seem, I’m actually the type to carefully draft my love letters to everyone multiple times.)"

"Everyone, thank you so much for coming today.

It’s been a little over two years since we released 'MASS.'

We've faced countless hardships, but thanks to being able to perform live so many times and receiving energy from all of you each time, we've safely made it to this stage today.

When what was 'normal' was no longer normal, we wanted to respond to the feelings of everyone who still came out to see us. So, we approached each performance with even more dedication and care than before. Through this process, I discovered my own potential and the band's possibilities, and I've come to realize that you all are more important to us than ever.

To carry forward the discoveries and the important connections that 'MASS' has brought to us, we want to keep moving forward, step by step, steadily.

I want to do more with all of you and see new sights together. That’s how I’m feeling right now.

Thank you so much for today. Please enjoy yourselves to the fullest until the very end!"

19 Sep "I left my youth at Nippon Budokan on July 15th, and now there’s a void in my heart. Back then, my hair only reached my shoulders, but now it’s grown long enough to use it as a jump rope. I’d love to do MASS tour again."

23 Nov "I’m guessing that by now, everyone’s starting to feel a bit starved of the GazettE."

24 Nov "Good morning. I'm glad I was able to go for a run before things get really busy. The weather feels great ☀︎"

14 Dec Uruha: My AirPods Pro Max broke, so I came to get them repaired. It looks like it’s going to take a while to fix… When did they become the number one thing that would be a pain if it broke?

Aoi QT: For me number one thing is the bond with the fans and the members, but it's different for Uru-pon? 🥺

Uruha QT: "Our bond should be fine, if you are calling me Uru-pon. Lol"

[heartshapedbubble]

Hello! A really really hbd to this blog!!!!!!! I saw that you were taking requests so I'd be happy to make one could you do a andrew kriess hc with a s/o who can't speak much english and a fan wujiu hc with a hunter s/o who's an author that likes writing about sensitive themes I apologize if the fan one makes you uncomfortable! And it's my first time requesting so uh yeah im rlly sorry if I said something wrong :sob:

hello and don't worry!! you really cant mess up a request other than not requesting by the rules 😭💓 i can handle such requests but i draw the line at yandere/shady reqs etc. which i already mentioned in the req guide :)

so, expectedly, here's a cw for mentions of h/ng/ng for fan's set of hcs

andrew kreiss with a s/o who can't speak english well hcs🕸

andrew struggles with his english too, as i hc him as german, so you two are on the same page

might get sad if you get discouraged from speaking it in front of him or somebody else :( when you're talking to him in english you two will be able to work it through, fulfilling each other's gaps of missing informations and mispronounciations

it actually puts him at ease, the fact that he's not alone in this

actually finds it very cute when you mess up a word or get embarrassed while trying to construct a sentence, although he would be very harsh on himself if that happened to him

he'll eventually propose group english lessons in the manor library... kind of like a date of sorts...only if you're up for it c:

when he's writing something for you he'll just substitute english words he doesn't know with german words lol, especially pet names

fan wujiu with a s/o who writes about sensitive themes hcs☂️⚫️

when he first loomed over you to see what you've been so intensively working on, he didn't expect something like that at all

...aaand he's fine with it, pretty much, but it still worries him a bit

it's common knowledge i hc fan as someone who can't express himself verbally due to his internalized shame, and this situation would be no different - he's worried that writing about such topics impacts your own mental health, and once he realizes he can't act-of-service-out of this one, he'll begin asking you about if you've been feeling well recently, if you've managed to sleep enough and so on

even though you say you've been doing well each time he asks, it doesn't stop you from being on his mind 24/7

if you give him a draft to proof read (although with a warning beforehand) he'll gladly take it and check it for you, always showering you with compliments

if the subject includes h/nging he's going to nope out of it incredibly quickly. it's partially the reason why he never digs through your work on his own, in fear that everything he tried to forget will resurface again

[cephalopodiums]

Analysis of 'Aska i vinden' in a Disco Elysium context

So, another post about a hbd-core Swedish song inspired me to finally make this analysis of 'Aska i vinden', a song mentioned in DE.

Game quote: [failed the Shivers check in front of the FELD-building] YOU - "I am trying to ask the wind." TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Ask the wind or 'Aska i Vinden' is the name of a Vaasan lullaby," he remarks. "Maybe that helps?"

'Aska i vinden' does not actually translate into 'ask the wind', it means 'ash in the wind'. It also isn't a lullaby irl, it is a pop song and I have not found any mention of it being inspired by a lullaby, it seems to be a wholly original song. (Vaasa and Vaasan is the DE equivalent of Sweden (roughly) and Swedish btw, if you didn't know that.)

Anyway, on to the lyrics analysis below the cut

Swedish lyrics │ English translation │ [DE parallels]

Jag kan se att du nått din gräns nu I can see that you have reached your limit now [Parallels to Dora having enough of Harry] Jag kan se vart allt tar slut I can see where it all comes to an end [Parallels to the end of their relationship] Jag kan se alla miljarder stjärnor I can see all billions¹ of stars [Kinda parallels the Inland Empire portrait] Tändas upp bara för att dö ut Light up just to die out [This line and the previous parallels with the quote 'In dark times, should the stars also go out?' from the communist side quest]

Jag ser dig nere på T-centralen I see you down by the central station² [While not a metro station, I feel this parallels the aerodrome in being large/prominent transportation infrastructure] Du rycker till när våra blickar möts You flinch when our gazes³ meet [Parallels with the discomfort Dolores Dei/Dora felt when Harry talks to her when she tried to leave for the aerodrome] Jag ser hoppet i dina ögon I see the hope in your eyes [What Harry saw, or probably more accurately thinks and wants to have seen in Dolores Dei/Dora's eyes] Tändas upp bara för att dö ut Light up just to die out [Maybe this is what happened, Dora hoping for just a normal goodbye and then realizing no, Harry will try into the last moment to get her back]

Spring, spring för ditt liv, du kommer aldrig hitta hem Run, run for your life, you will never find your way home [Parallels the thoughts Lonesome Long Way Home/Hobocop] Spring, spring, spring för livet, vänd dig aldrig om igen Run, run, run for your life⁴, never turn back around again [Parallels the thought Cleaning Out the Rooms and the various warnings the skills give when Harry wants to find out about his past, for example the letter in his ledger] Spring, spring för ditt liv, för du är närmre än du tror Run, run for your life, because you're closer than you think [Parallels both that Harry is close to death at all times and that his memories are also close, sometimes just needing reminders or a bit of thought to return to him] Snart så är vi aska i vinden Soon we are ash in the wind [Parallels both the inevitable death of everything by pale if 'we' is used to refer to the people of Elysium and if 'we' is used to refer to Harry and Dora together, their relationship, being over to the point of only being ash in the wind, Harry and Dora no longer being a 'we' or an 'us' like Dolores Dei says: The atoms don't form us anymore: us, our love, our unborn daughters...]

Det finns en plats där alla minnen hamnar There is a place where all memories⁵ end up [Parallels the pale and the thought Cleaning Out the Rooms] Där allting rensas ut Where everything is cleaned out⁶ [Parallels Cleaning out the rooms to a T, and maybe the origin point of the pale, the nothingness, not the gradient or curdled milk] Kanske en plats där vi kan andas Maybe a place where we can breath [Parallels that Harry has a little more "room to breathe" now that he has lost the baggage of his memories and also this parallels the lung and breath imagery in Elysium] Där vi kan andas ut Where we can breathe out [Same as above, maybe parallels this line from Conceptualization about the pale: Instead of air, you exhale thoughts. There are no trees that eat thoughts.]

Och jag kan se att du nått din gräns nu And I see that you have reached your limit⁷ now Jag kan se vart allt tar slut I can see where it all comes to an end⁷ [Same as above, but I want to add a parallel to Le Retour, girlchild revolution and the end of an era] [Also just this line, I want to add the parallel to Harry knows about the end of Revachol] Jag kan se alla miljarder stjärnor I can see all billions of stars Tändas upp bara för att dö ut Light up just to die out [Same as above, but I want to add parallels to the communists in the revolution (having stars as a symbol) and also the disco stars of The New, they may not be billions but it is often used hyperbolically]

Spring, spring för ditt liv, du kommer aldrig hitta hem Run, run for your life, you will never find your way home⁸ Spring, spring, spring för livet, vänd dig aldrig om igen Run, run, run for your life, never turn back around again⁹ Spring, spring för ditt liv, för du är närmre än du tror Run, run for your life, because you are closer than you think Snart så är vi aska i vinden Soon we are ash in the wind [Same as above but I also want to add the parallels to these Shivers lines: SHIVERS - Your hair is an oily mess flecked with ash from neighbouring coal plants. Smoke stacks rise somewhere in the distance. SHIVERS - COME MORNING, I CARRY INDUSTRIAL DUST AND LET IT SETTLE ON TREE LEAVES. I SHAKE THE DUST FROM THOSE LEAVES AND ONTO YOUR COAT. (La Revacholière would carry the ashes of people to a nice place)]

So yeah, there you have it. There are some more parallels in the translation notes and I will put just the lyrics in a reblog on this post, if you want them alone without my commentary.

¹Billions in short scale specifically. ²T-centralen is actually a specific Swedish metro station, it is the biggest station for the Stockholm metro. I chose to translate/localize it to central station to aid in understanding the scale, importance and meaning conveyed by the word T-central. ³My translation is probably a grammatical bastardization of the idiom meet [somebody's] gaze, but you get the meaning of it and it stays truer to the Swedish version. ⁴The sentence 'Spring för livet' does not literally tranlate to 'run for your life', but it is it's meaning. Literally it translates to 'run for life'. ('Spring för ditt liv' actually does literally translate to and mean 'run for your life'.) I find the change of phrasing fascinating, as it can ad an additional way to read that line of the lyrics as 'running for the concept of life itself'. ⁵Here you can translate the word 'minnen' (it is in the definitive form) into both 'memories' and 'the memories' because they are both definitive, but the translations have different connotations. Both connotations are in the Swedish meaning of the word 'minnen' and there is no way to specify which one without use of additional explanatory words. I chose the phrasing of 'memories' to better fit with the parallel to the pale, but 'the memories' could also work well, as the connotation of that is that it is Harry's memories and it fits with the next line about cleaning out, as it is that what he does with his memories according to the thought Cleaning Out the Rooms. ⁶The phrasing 'rensas ut' (it is in gerund form, passive voice) can be more accurately be translated to 'is cleared out' (gerund form, passive voice), but 'is cleaned out' (gerund form, passive voice) is also a perfectly good translation and I chose it to parallel the thought Cleaning Out the Rooms. ⁷I did not foot note this earlier because it would make the grammar of the translation and the current word is more accurate in meaning, but... The word 'gräns' can not only be translated as 'limit' but 'border' as well. And idk, the word border reminds me of the porch collapse, especially with the next line about seeing 'where it all comes to an end', or the alternative translation 'where it all ends'. Which is exactly what you see at the porch collapse, you see where the world ends and the pale begins. So if we take these alternative translations and suppose the 'you' being referred/spoken to is the world, then you can think of it as the singer seeing the porch collapse, the approach of the end of the world. ⁸A fun thing just in the act of translation, not necessarily a meaning you can extract from the Swedish text but... If you literally translate 'du kommer aldrig hitta hem' it is 'you will never find home'. And you can read that translation as not finding a place that fits you, in the societal sense. Like the various Copotypes and political leanings Harry tries out/thinks about to try and find himself, who he is, and what titles/roles (places) fit him. He is trying to find home, in an identity sense as well. And it doesn't have to be *back* home, it just has to be home, a new one will suffice too. ⁹I think the word 'again' could actually be left our in the translation, to give it another connotation that is included in 'vänd dig aldrig om igen'. I interpret the meaning of the Swedish sentence as both the meaning 'never turn back again' implying the singer has turned around before and 'never turn back' which does not imply the singer having turned back before. But am a bit unsure of that though, so take it with a grain of salt.

[askurameshiyusuke]

hbd! do you like modern day video games, Yusuke? My dad is probably only a little older than you are and he's so adamant about only playing stuff like Galaga and Dig Dug

Heh. I still like that stuff.

Kuwabara actually has some really old school game systems stashed away in his apartment for the odd day any of us can sit still long enough to play something.

But yeah, I like modern games too. Still playing the new Final Fantasy VII remake release. So. Many. Hours. I swear I feel like I'll never be done with it.

[destinyc1020]

It's not Zendaya's job to be besties with people you like in HW

Remind me, when did Florence post for Zendaya's birthday? I seem to have missed that but I can show you several posting from Timmy to Zendaya. Keep up that same energy toward Florence too anon

Right lol? 😅👏🏾

Why is it ALWAYS us woc who have to be constantly breaking our necks to be "friends" with everyone, otherwise ppl somehow ASSUME that we're "mean", "rude", "stuck up", "cold" or "arrogant"?? 🥴

It doesn't make any sense.

Like you said, keep that same energy for Florence too.

I know Flo's shown Z some love on social media before, but I would have to do some digging to see if she's wished Z a hbd before, cuz I'm not recalling that. 🤔

But Timmy for sure has done so, and I think Z is probably closer to him anyway 🤷🏾‍♀️

[falloutnewvegastransedmygender]

Ahhhh of course, there's a good reason I wear my cuffs with so many outfits, I love using them~

I'd be happy to cuff your hands behind you, flipping you onto your stomach to do so, and then press your face to the ground as I lift your skirt up again to expose your cute little butt, taking your tail in my mouth now to keep it out of my way, just holding it between my teeth~

Pinning your hips as I grind my cock against you, rubbing between your asscheeks as I drip precum onto your back, the cold air around us cast away by the heat of our bodies

I would love to lay into you and fuck you, right there on the ground, pounding into you as one hand moves into your hair to toy with it, and the other smacks your ass and digs nails into your hip~

daosunfonvseiofdvndfnhi;nsvdfnsdnjf *squirms and writhes as you tease me more~ Unable to get away~* I- I- weusbldlbjlbhbsdjdfs,hbds,uvbdsf,v love being fucked into the dirt~ Nice marks as you make my cheeks match shades of red >w< Playing with, pulling on my hair~ ksahbkaAbhasnj

[conglomerade]

09.21.24 - hbd

unearthed an old unposted liushen oneshot for sqq's birthday this year! includes incredibly cringey clothing-stealing, bit of a disciple kink, idiots in love. there are Terrible attempts at grinding in mid-air. the grinding is not the worst part about this. you have been warned about the secondhand embarrassment.

M, ~900 words

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shen qingqiu laughs breathlessly. the neck beneath his mouth burns, fluttering rapidly against the fragile skin of his lips.

“really, shidi.” 

“shut up.” 

“i might as well as have been standing buck naked.”

“you shameless—” 

“shameless? from the one that actually got hard?” 

to punctuate his point, he wiggles against the thing poking into the left side of his ass and smothers his giggling when his passionate warlord…stiffens, for the lack of a better word. heavens, so maybe he’s a little tipsy. enough, at least, to let the former owner of these black bai zhan disciple robes snatch him up princess-style and abscond into the night like a pair of horny teenagers.

“normally, this master would advise excessively energetic disciples like yourself to go take a walk,” shen qingqiu snickers into liu qingge’s neck. “but we happen to be flying at frankly inhumane speeds through this ice-cold night and your unquenchable flames of love,”—lines which may or may not have been directly plagiarized from airplane’s garbage— “could make the eternal fires of hell blush in shame.” 

liu qingge’s cock twitches against his ass. shen qingqiu, in stunning display of male solidarity, makes a valiant attempt to choke back the laughs that bubble out the corner of his mouth.

“stop talking.”

“my dear shidi, wouldn’t you agree that we’re long past the point of embarrassment,” shen qingqiu says sagely. liu qingge smells like plum blossoms and sweet liquor and warm skin. correcting his grip around liu qingge’s neck, he lazily grinds his ass in a sloppy half-circle. or tries. “besides, for one required to set an example by killing a thousand demons ten times over, this...spring vigor...is very reasonable."

conspiratorially: "as a bonus, this secret little lover of yours is very much pleased to know that his shizun is delightfully affected by nothing more than the sight of his disciple in uniform.” 

liu qingge makes a series of strangled noises through his teeth. shen qingqiu, tipsy or not, is quite well-versed in what his cultivation partner sounds like in the throes of Heated Horizontal Tango and realizes these noises are actually supposed to be syllables if they weren't half smothered to death.

“hm?” shen qingqiu kisses into the shell of liu qingge’s ear. he delights in the way liu qingge’s fingers twitch and dig into his shoulders and knees. the night wind pulls at his hair as the crags of bai zhan peak begin to emerge below cheng luan, and shen qingqiu strains to hear. he misses the first few words, but manages to make out something like:

“—if you weren’t naked under one layer of my clothes—“

shen qingqiu bursts into hiccuping laughter. liu qingge squeezes him in warning even though shen qingqiu’s mouth is already on liu qingge’s earlobe and can feel the flesh flare hot between his teeth. he lets the wind steal away a few last laughs, then carefully schools his face to a degree of mock seriousness.

“forgive me, dear shidi, i was mistaken in thinking being naked underneath was the whole point of wearing clothes? your humble shixiong will be sure to rectify this by wearing your underthings under your robes next time,” he says as gravely as he can manage.

cheng luan stutters. shen qingqiu redissolves into loose giggles as the altitude continues to drop. 

liu qingge doesn’t bother gracing him with an actual verbal answer, and well done that, considering shen qingqiu does finally shut up and turn his attention to pressing giggly kisses down the length of liu qingge’s throat. liu qingge’s skin flutters when he noses into the stretch of neck and flickers the tip of his tongue against bared muscle, and fuck it, he’s tipsy and his shidi’s body has always been mesmerizing. under the cover of the wind, shen qingqiu makes soft sounds as he marks down liu qingge’s neck, fingers threading into liu qingge’s silky hair, tugging at his nape.

engrossed, he barely feels it when they touch down. liu qingge shifts his hold as he steps down, and shen qingqiu absently taps his heel against liu qingge’s lower back, no intention of being put back down. 

his cultivation partner snorts, briefly readjusting his grip before making his way to the entrance of his house at a hurried march. shen qingqiu would laugh at him if his mouth wasn't preoccupied. as the door rapidly approaches, however, he manages to rub together just enough brain cells to use words: 

“if you kick the door open,” he warns around an adam’s apple, “and wake the entirety of your peak to witness you sneaking the esteemed qing jing peak lord into your bed—”

“what esteemed qing jing peak lord, as if you weren’t talking shameless nonsense the entire time—”

shen qingqiu tugs at liu qingge's earlobe, half because he already knows and half just because he can. liu qingge doesn't tug away, not even then, and the sense of pleasure that bursts in his chest is the final push for him to put in the effort to boost himself up and whisper into his ear.

half a step from the door, shen qingqiu lets go of liu qingge’s ear and smugly resettles into his frozen block of a shidi. 

and then waits.

when nothing moves, shen qingqiu raises an eyebrow.

“…unless you’d like to see it, right now,” he prompts, very helpfully.

his frozen block reanimates. upon coming to life, said block immediately knees a new dent into his hapless door, which slams into the wall and scatters a flock of birds from the nearest treetop.

"..."

shen qingqiu opens his mouth.

“i didn’t kick it,” says the esteemed bai zhan peak lord.

shen qingqiu draws in a second breath. marching over the threshold, liu qingge beats him to it: “it’ll lock.” 

(if liu qingge’s newest disciple laughs the entire way across the threshold, that’s on liu qingge, not him.)

bonus.

lqg Struggles the next morning trying to drag the mortified blanket roll out of his bed. sqq experiences the first sense of Remorse when he realizes he did…come…in a single layer of lqg’s (ruined) clothes and no other…apparel…and will be forced into an even obviouser walk of shame back to his own peak. of which he is the peak lord. they make it even (sort of) when lqg produces a full set of qing jing peak lord clothes from his closet and refuses to explain <3

sqq’s disciples are older. they are not surprised, just Disappointed.

[bballlvr8]

yall relax pls the pazzi insta hbd references r jokes 😭

some people just don’t get it and they always think something is a dig or we’re serious😭

[littlemissidontcare]

The HBD posts that supposed Sebastian fan pages made for AW are actually nauseating. “My favorite person ever you have a beautiful soul!” Y’all don’t know her. You don’t know shit about her. You’ve watched her dig her fucking nails into his skin and turned a blind eye. Shut the fuck up. The pick-me energy from these people is just insufferable.