#Night Angel Trilogy

[alabasterandpitch]

Bit of afternoon journaling, trashy fantasy and a decent coffee

Sometimes the simple pleasures go a long way 🥰

[midcyru-and-the-chromeria]

[definitely-not-a-dragon-hoard]

Finished the new Night Angel book. OOOF forgot how sad these books are

[belovedcarrion]

So I finished reading The Way of Shadows and I have Thoughts

courtesy warning: spoilers below, I'll try to keep it vague but read at your own risk

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(This got longer than intended so: page break!)

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Well first things first I thoroughly enjoyed it, the intrigue, the assassinations, the twists, all of it was amazing but there was one aspect I wasn't expecting

The book had lots of different themes but a major one was love both, familial and romantic

I was expecting the familial given the master apprentice relationship that dominants the majority of the book

The romantic aspect took me off guard, as far as I could tell it's not hinted at in the books summary but maybe I just missed and it's not like romance entirely is a deal breaker. I do my fair share of shipping and a good romance can add a lot to a story

But it has to be a good romance.

The romance in the way of the shadows felt...hollow

The reader is told multiple characters are in love but it never really feels like it. The closest way I can describe it is that it feels like a fairytale romance, sweet on the surface but no depth

Maybe in the next books it will get better but maybe it won't. Either way it will still be a major theme and certain romantic (sub?)plots will almost definitely contribute to major parts of the story

It makes me hesitant to buy the sequels because while I tolerated the romance in the first book I worry that in the later books I will find a major driving force completely uncompelling and will be taken out of the story entirely

[cmlmrbl]

danny and nicholas — you have to look closer

[crow-caller]

Thank you so much for clarifying! My friends and I really love your work and how you approach your reviews from the foundations of writing and go upwards, and how you really break down the whys of badly portrayed materials. Thank you for all the work you put into your reviews and videos, I hope you get to read more interesting stories about angels and make more paper children!

thank you!! I have been ever ill but ever continuing :) I like what I do, is my secret. I am glad other people like it as well. The concept of "bad writing" has fascinated me since I was a tween, and trying to figure out what it means for something to Suck Ass. I have a hater's heart but a lover's passion for it... and I do my best!!

[greendayauthority]

Song messages in the deluxe version of the ¡Uno! book

Nuclear Family

'Pick a summer... and summer... take a peek at the salt water and who gives a fuck... ya know? That's where this begins'

Stay the Night

'Haven't felt an impulse like this in eons. I guess that heart burn never goes away... just a bit caged'

Carpe Diem

'"Too young to die?" Well I say "aren't all too young to die?" Does the future have enough time to live in the moment?

Let Yourself Go

'How much can I pay you not to finish your story? You keep telling the same story over & over & over & over & over & over & over punch me in the fucking face!'

Kill the DJ

'Ah yes, which leads us to this 4 on the floor. Sometimes I could drink my way through this era. Take pills & fuck the noise away. And dance in the ashes of nonsense.'

Fell For You

'Wet dreams for the middle-fuck crisis. Keep your heart in a box with a lock on it for god's sake!'

Billie Joe also said something similar on the closing night of American Idiot on Broadway: 'Keep your fucking heart young, goddammit. Keep it fucking all comfy all the time. Don’t fucking stop, there’s a reason why that hand is holding the heart. It just keeps squeeze that motherfucker till it still bleeds every goddamn day.'

Loss of Control

'Look how far we've come.'

Troublemaker

'✓ Beach ✓ Douchebags ✓ Sluts ✓ Bars ✓ Tattoo shops. How convenient!'

Angel Blue

'It's better to just rip the band-aid off'

'Baby has barely started!'

Sweet 16

'I remember you drinking Olde English driving all the way out. Sunbathing at Pinole Shores. My Minnesota Girl. Always.'

Rusty James

'I read your book... it was a piece of shit. You traded that spiked belt in for a killer job at Pete's Coffee. Way to go! By the way, I've always wanted to smash your fucking teeth in. 🖤'

Oh Love

'Love like a good horror film.' / 'The tattoo wore off. More like "Oh well." I talked myself out of you. Even though I was never considered. Tension.'

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Some Bangel and Cangel Parallels I've Noticed and Decided to Compile Together for Fun

Though I ask that fans of both ships stay respectful here and don't attack the other one for any reason, please. If you do, I may have to remove replies and that sort of thing. Thank you.

Cordy and Buffy calling Angel "salty goodness."

Angel Comparing Both Buffy and Cordy to angels

Cangel:

Bangel:

Buffy and Cordy both wishing Angel would smile more:

Something I'm not mentioning in text here for reasons, but the context should become quickly obvious.

Buffy and Cordy both using vanilla perfume.

Buffy:

Cordy:

Buffy and Cordy both giving Angel flowers:

And the last thing I noticed has too many parts to it--and won't fit here with the picture limit, so I'll have to post it in a part 2 that I'll link when it's up:)

Edit: Here's the link to the last one:

[lez0mbie]

so i’m reading book 2 of the Night Angel trilogy, Shadow’s Edge, and… it’s just really clear to me that a lot of male fantasy authors cannot conceive of a world without misogyny.

in this world alone, there’s magic, ppl that are immortal, a person who can prophesy the future, dragons! etc. but rampant, horrifying misogyny is still prevalent why?? i keep reading and i see no good reason why women are treated like shit all throughout. “it’s a medieval fantasy tho HUR DURR” shut up, if dragons can exist, why can’t a society that treats women as equals?

there’s literally a girl who is the apprentice of a (male) ASSASSIN and i thought, okay, here’s a female character who will be taken seriously but NO, bc she gets regularly raped by said assassin. she’s badass but how many times does she have to dress provocatively to distract a male with her cleavage to get what she needs from him? why does she have to be complicit in her own objectification whereas the main character, a male assassin, somehow comes up with more creative ways to reach his goals?

not only that, there’s rape, sexual abuse, constant objectification. even small comments like when someone said a woman wouldn’t be taken seriously as a queen or leader of a nation. that true of real life–why does that have to be true in this world??

the only strong female main character would have to be a woman who’s literally a madame of a brothel, a place where women flock to to work when they have no choice (and it’s made clear it’s not a choice). they go to hers bc she treats them slightly better than other brothel owners would. and even she’s not present much.

and for some reason, this author likes to mention the ages of girls whenever he has the chance to, when they’re like 15, 16, 17, and put in compromising situations open to sexual abuse? for example, he writes, ‘Daydra looked like a new woman. Though barely seventeen, she’d been a successful prostitute before the invasion, and tonight Kaldrosa saw why she had done so well.’ i haven’t kept track of the other times, but IM TELLING YOU literally so many times their ages have to be pointed out, like i’m not allowed to forget these are actual children being abused by grown men. i find it shady but that’s just me.

anyways i think only a very small handful of female characters have either not been raped, are not demeaned for being women, or haven’t started working at the brothel. there’s a lot of female characters and it says a lot that i can’t say this for most of them. this attitude to and opinion of women makes no room for actual great female characters to be at the forefront, to actually matter. bc only the men can be strong. only the men get taken seriously.

this book is written as if it never even crossed the writer’s mind that women might actually read this series. it’s just tiring.

unrelated, but this book is also giving middle book syndrome.

[alabasterandpitch]

This metaphor has NO business going this hard but I'm here for it.

[midcyru-and-the-chromeria]

[meme-streets]

hold on. are there any scenes at night in the good the bad and the ugly. there's a lot in the other two movies but i genuinely cannot remember a single one in gbu. was the scene with angel eyes and baker at night? or with angel eyes and maria?

[joncronshawauthor]

Dark Fantasy Academies: The Cost of Survival and Power

There’s something darkly compelling about watching characters learn to kill. Not the Hollywood version – quick montages set to upbeat music – but the brutal, grinding reality depicted in dark fantasy. The bloody knuckles, the broken bones, the psychological toll of learning to end lives. The Brutal Reality of Training My novel Guild of Assassins shows us this unflinching reality through…

[winndycakes]

Winndy Rambles And Gushes About Chuck Tingle

Wanted to ramble a little about one of my favorite authors, creators and overall just super rad people; Chuck Tingle.

Like many people, when I first heard of Chuck, I took him as some sort of meme. A troll, a joke, someone not to be taken seriously. After all, the majority of his works are "silly short erotica stories around dinosaurs, cryptids and even living concepts and items". How COULD this be serious? It's a question I asked before, years ago, and one that many still do to this day.

One holiday season, a friend had made a post on FaceBook saying "first five people to comment I'll gift you a book". So I did. The book I got was a physical copy of the "Space Raptor Butt Invasion Trilogy" by Chuck Tingle. Since I had a book of Tingle's now, I really had no excuse to not read it for myself.

Erotica normally isn't my thing (I'm pretty ace and grey aro too), but very quickly, I was charmed by the prose. As you read Chuck's stories, there's a fact that becomes very apparent. Chuck Tingle is a great writer, a really great writer. How he writes, how the words flow together, one sentence going into the next. The characters, the plot, the little bits of lore, dialogue and all he puts in... You quickly begin to see; this is NOT a joke.

It is not a meme. He is not trolling you. It is art. Passionate, sincere, genuine art. And it's beautiful. The more you read, the more definitive it gets.

I will admit, I have read aloud many a Tingler for friends and others in Discord servers, both to share my joy of Tingle with others, but also, it is fun to look at how different his works are. It's fine to laugh along with them even.

The moment that really was like... angels singing, light shining down and there's bishi sparkles and a heavenly soft pink background appearing for me though was the summer Chuck Tingle released on of his first full novella's; "Trans Wizard Harriet Porber and the Bad Boy Parasaurolophus". Like many, I was crushed and gutted at JKR's extreme turn to committing to transphobia (and of course the hindsight of realizing... the HP books and universe were not as kind and welcoming as I remembered growing up). So when Chuck Tingle (in one weekend mind you) came out with a 50k novel affirming trans people and their belonging in not just queer spaces, but being on this Earth, as fellow human beings, it was... affirming. It was the welcoming feeling I had gotten with the original HP books all those years ago, but it was real. (Also please read both Trans Wizard Harriet Porber books. They're delightful, fun and the magic system Tingle creates is so, so cool and interesting).

The next thing that got me just mega hype for Tingle was his first foray into horror; "Straight". "Straight" is Tingle's answer to the ever popular trope and genre of zombies and the apocalypse that comes with them, and what a fun turn of tables he takes on them. Zombies in the Tingleverse are not undead beings, they're not humans afflicted by a virus, instead a strange cosmic event happens once a year, when one night, all cishet people on Earth get this animalistic, violent urge to brutally harm and even kill all queer people. I won't get too spoilery about it but it is a very fun romp, and as someone who has been fatigued by zombies, it is a welcome new perspective.

Not long after this, Chuck came out with two full, traditionally published horror novels; "Camp Damascus" and "Bury Your Gays". Both are very different experiences in horror, both a joyful celebration of being queer and your authentic self even in the face of those looking to silence you, permanently if they must. I had the pleasure of meeting Chuck (twice!) while he was on tour for both of these books, getting my copies signed (along with my copies of the Trans Wizard duology and my beloved copy of the Space Raptor trilogy) and was able to tell Tingle myself just how important he is to someone like me; another queer autistic creator. (I was also one of the few people to win the little mini games he gave, twice, but that's a different story).

Ultimately that is what I am trying to get at. Growing up, and even for all of my 20s, there wasn't really someone like Tingle. Someone unabashedly authentic, themselves, queer, open and imo most importantly, joyously so. One is often told "just be yourself" but that can be hard to do when it seems like the world is against you for one reason or another.

Seeing a creator like Chuck shows how important it is to have such a presence in the world, and I was glad I got to tell him myself. I've had a lot of hardships in life, a lot of losses, a lot of grief, but someone like Chuck is there to tell you to keep trotting and remind you; Love Is Real.

And that's truly the ending message:

Love Is Real.

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Buffy and Angel Either Getting a Happy Ending/or Dreaming About Getting Their Happy Ending in the Books

First, we have the Choose Your Own Adventure Book "Night Terrors" (that takes place in season two), where one of the endings you can get is where Buffy ends up in an alternate dimension where the Angel there has become mortal.

Next up is book three of the "Unseen Trilogy" (that is a Buffy and Angel crossover), entitled "Long Way Home" (it takes place during Buffy season 4/Angel season 1). And here we have Buffy seeing an alternate reality where things worked out for her and Angel.

With the Angel book, "The Longest Night," there are multiple stories in here about the first Winter solstice Angel Investigations experiences with Fred (during Angel season 3), and you can choose for yourself which one of them you want to be "canon," if you will. This is the story from the book "Icicle Memories." Oh! And in the context of "Icicle Memories," it's hinted that things actually were meant to be that way--with Buffy being with Angel, surely, not all the other craziness he saw in this fantasy (as well that everyone else's visions the snowman made them see should have been their lives)--but for whatever reason, things didn't pan out that way, so it's the lives they have now that matter.

And then in the Buffy/Angel book "Heat" (that is during Buffy season 7 and Angel season 4), there's a moment where one of the villains knock both Buffy and Angel out. And while they're unconscious, they both dream about lives together. The one villain is partly responsible for this, in wanting to keep them down, but note that these dreams aren't real at all--like in being alternate realities or anything like that, like some previous things were.

Bonus:

While the Boom comics aren't canon and I'm not really a fan of them. Oops, this version of Buffy and Angel (and Spike, I guess?), definitely look like they've figured it out, when they show up to help the Boom!version of the characters in battle, when multiple versions of Buffy, Angel, Spike, and some other Buffyverse characters show up in some of the last issues of the first reboot comic, to aid in the final confrontation.

[grenadehearts]

don't forget to kiss me yuji.itadori

in which your bf is even more awk then you..

authors note: f!reader so scared 2 post this.. i feel like its so ugh also not proofread! 2.2k words! masterlist link here.

You and Yuji were always so awkward around each other, to the point that it led to completely red faces and twitching fingers.

Sure, he was a lot more outspoken with strangers and friends, while you were always on the quieter side. And when you did get comfortable with someone, you tended to talk too much.

You envied Yuji a bit. He always knew exactly what to say, and even when he didn’t, he had the charm to make it work anyway. But it was more than that—he had this boyish charm that sent you reeling, making you kick your feet in your dorm room late at night, squealing into your pillow while playing Beabadoobee on repeat, thinking of him.

You still remember the first time you saw him—pink hair, wide brown eyes, and the cutest smile ever. You were smitten from the beginning. Too shy to talk to him, though. Then, during a mission, you had been paired up with him and Nanami. He kept trying to talk to you, making funny remarks or simply attempting conversation. At one point, he had stared at you, scrunching his face in pure confusion, as if analyzing some small detail. Then he pointed to the corner of your eye, where your glitter eyeshadow shimmered, and said, "That's really pretty." All while rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

He was the only person who ever really talked to you—aside from the forced interactions Gojo pushed onto others. You figured there had to be something wrong with you. You were too odd, always saying the wrong thing, laughing at the wrong time, tripping over your own two feet. No matter what, you never seemed to fit in or draw anyone’s attention.

That was until you met Yuji.

Even after that compliment—after the pale pink dusting your cheeks at this super cute, jacked boy noticing you—it still didn’t feel real. This only happened in shoujo anime, right? Yet, despite your awkwardness, despite the way you choked on a simple thank you like you were forcing down thick cherry cough syrup, Yuji just laughed it off. A deep chuckle that reverberated through his body and yours—light, airy, utterly intoxicating. You wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of your life.

He had rambled about makeup, specifically special effects makeup, explaining how he was a huge movie lover. Then he got super engrossed in talking about the behind-the-scenes aspects of some of his favorite films—Human Earthworm, which, he eagerly added, was a trilogy.

You barely said a word, too shy to contribute much. But he didn’t seem to mind. It was like all he wanted was someone to listen.

A few days after that mission, you had been speed-walking out of class after an awful day. Some girl from a higher-up class had made crude remarks about your appearance, and you swallowed them down like bile, trying to ignore them. But you had barely managed to hold it together because, later that morning, you had to present in front of everyone. Your hands were clammy, your words tumbling out like a mess of jumbled up alphabet soup, and the tiny class of sorcerers had laughed at your mishaps.

Then, not even twenty minutes later, some guy knocked into you, spilling your matcha all over your clean uniform. And, oh yeah—did I mention you had spent your last seven dollars on that matcha?

You grabbed your leather tote bag—buckles adorned with a Nana keychain, your purple jellyfish Sonny Angel peeking out for good luck—and rushed out of the classroom doors, heading across the open field back to the dorms.

Then, a strong hand and a voice too sweet to ignore stopped you in your tracks.

"Hey! Hey! You, uh, dropped thi—actually, I’m not sure what this is... A naked baby, it looks like? But it fell out of your bag."

Your entire body froze. Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew that voice.

Yuji Itadori. The sweetest, kindest boy ever. The boy you had a massive crush on. The boy who absolutely could not see you in the state you were in.

Panicking, you turned around, clutching your purse up to your face, burying yourself behind it in a weak attempt to hide your tear-streaked, mascara-smudged disaster of a face.

Yuji blinked, looking around the empty courtyard, then up at the clear blue sky, as if trying to understand what you were even hiding from.

"Hey, uh—"

"Ilooksgrossrightnowthatswhyimhidingmyface," you blurted out in one breath, voice muffled behind your bag.

Yuji just laughed—a full, lighthearted fit of laughter. "It's okay, but I think you’re always pretty."

Your grip on your purse loosened slightly, your face still half-hidden as you peeked at him through your lashes. "You do?"

He gave a sheepish nod. "Yeah." Then, after a beat, in a soft, hesitant voice, he asked, "Can I see your face? Um, uh—if that's okay with you or whatever."

He paused, then quickly added, "We can count to three if that helps?"

You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod.

His hands hovered slightly before reaching out, hesitant but warm. "Can I, uh... help you with it?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he seemed to hear it anyway. You nodded again.

His fingers wrapped gently around your wrists, steady and firm but not forceful. Then, with a soft countdown—"Three... two... one..."—he lowered your hands, revealing the mess that was your face.

Your beet-red cheeks. Your raccoon-like mascara stains.

Yuji’s eyes widened slightly as you hiccuped, trying desperately to suck in the snot threatening to form a bubble.

"My face is beet red, isn't it?"

He let out another laugh, this time softer. "Yeah... but so is mine."

You blinked, taking in his expression. The dusting of pink on the tips of his ears, the slight blush running up his nose, the way his eyes crinkled nervously.

You quickly began to rub at the smeared mascara around your eyes, flustered, when he hesitated—then took a tiny step closer.

"I can help?" he offered, voice quieter than before.

You nodded, unable to speak past your pounding heartbeat.

With delicate care, he lifted the sleeve of his uniform and gently wiped away the mess on your face.

Ever since that day, you and Yuji hung out more and more. He even introduced you to his friends, and you and Nobara quickly became best friends—though she heavily expressed her distaste for you dating Yuji, simply because “he’s gross, and you’re too good for him.”

Yuji was loud, outspoken, and seemingly everywhere at once, yet when he was alone with you, he was different. He was quieter—more hesitant.

Laying on your cramped twin bed, adorned with every single plushie he had ever won for you in the two months of dating, he looked so much softer. Your shabby dorm room at Jujutsu High was practically his at this point—he never left, always finding some excuse to be curled up next to you, legs tangled, warmth mingling between your bodies. Whether it was coming in late from a mission, all beat up so you sat him on your toilet to bandage his wounds because you knew he wouldn’t care enough to do it himself, or a simple, “I miss you.. and the way you smell.”

But despite this level of comfort and closeness, you were both still utterly awkward around each other. Even now, lying in bed with your pinkies barely ghosting the space between, desperate to touch but too afraid to bridge the gap. Sure, you’d wake up tangled together as Yuji hogged the covers, but that was always after exhaustion had taken over—when neither of you had the energy to be nervous. But this? This was different. You were both awake, wide awake, too aware of every movement the other made. The soft shuffle of his weight against the bed, the slight twitch of your fingers, the low whirring of the crappy fan in your room, the faint vibration of his unchecked phone.

Yuji only ever got notifications when they were important, and you both knew that. But he didn’t care. It was like nothing else existed outside this moment. Whoever needed him would have to stomp into this room and physically drag him away from the dim glow of your orange-pink lamp, from the scent of your perfume clinging to the sheets he was laying on.

When seconds felt like hours, you finally turned to Yuji to say something—anything to break the tension. But just your luck, he turned at the exact same time.

His brown eyes bore into yours like he could reach in and grab your very soul with gentle hands, rewriting your entire being if he chose. You both stared, studying every subtle movement, every shift in expression, until the weight of it became too much. Suddenly, you were both too aware of each other.

The weight of it had both of you snapping your heads away, blushes creeping up your necks.

Yuji was always an awkward mess when he was alone with you— from fidgeting with the hem of his red Jujutsu hoodie, to walking around your room picking up random objects and pretending to be interested, like a kid trying to play coy.

 He’d constantly go to grab your hand, only to let it fall last minute. He was completely different from how he was around others.

And now, here you both were—blushing, internally panicking over each other—until, when you turned to face him again, he was already hovering over you, peering down as if you were a fish in a fishbowl. You sucked in a breath, eyes wide, and whatever confidence he had for that split second disappeared in an instant. Because now, seeing you up close, so close he could count every speckle of glitter from your makeup, he lost all nerve and buried his face straight into the crook of your neck.

Which only made things worse.

Your shampoo, your perfume—the warm, sugary scent of it all sent his mind reeling. It made him want to kiss you even more than he already did, which, at this point, felt nearly impossible. He had been waiting for the right time, telling himself over and over that it had to be perfect. But the truth was, he had been thinking about it for months—spacing out in class, staring at your lips, wondering if they tasted like strawberries from the gloss you always wore.

And now here he was, completely surrounded by your scent, his hands twitching with the urge to pull you closer.

Before you could think, your fingers moved on their own, shaking slightly as they inched toward his hair, aching to tangle in his soft pink strands. But just as you moved, Yuji suddenly lifted his head, mustering every ounce of courage before blurting out in one rushed breath:

“Ireallywannakissyoucani?”

Then, immediately after, he smacked his hands over his face.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, heart hammering in your chest as you whispered, “Yuu…”

Slowly, you reached for his wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. His skin was warm under your touch, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. You didn’t have to say the rest—he already knew what you wanted.

He pulled his hands from yours, biting at his lip as he laced his fingers with yours instead, pinning your hand to the pillow above you. He shifted, slotting his leg over yours, his other hand lifting to cradle your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

Your eyes flickered over his face, watching every shift in his expression as he leaned closer, breath mingling with yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent.

He leaned in, inch by inch, breath mingling with yours. But before closing the gap, he hesitated. “You sure this is okay?”

You didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, you curled your fingers into the nape of his neck, tugging him forward, crashing your lips against his.

And it was everything.

The kind of kiss that made you slam your door shut before sliding down it in a fit of giggles.

His lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of brown sugar. It sent your stomach swirling, the kind of feeling that made your chest ache in the best way possible.

When he pulled back slightly, a thin trail of saliva still connected you, his pink cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, like he needed to look at you just to make sure this was real.

Then, with newfound confidence, he kissed you again.

This time, when his tongue slid past your lips—hesitant, waiting for permission—you let him in without a second thought. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped you. That sound alone had Yuji’s other hand moving from your face to your waist to grip your body closer to his. 

Kissing Yuji was like ladybugs dancing on your skin. Like the jingle of the ice cream truck on a summer afternoon. Like the mist from a sprinkler lapping at your feet on a hot summer day as a child when your only care was scoring the best popsicle flavour. Like the first sip of hot chocolate when it grazes your tongue and cocoons your body in warmth, as you come in from the bitter sting of the cold. It was like being wrapped in blankets cozied up with a book. The only sound echoing is the pitter of the rain on the window.

It was everything good, everything sweet, like the taste of cotton candy melting on your tongue.

p.s i based the title on bea's lyric from glue song "don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me"

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