#Sibling angst fucks me up so so badly. Like literally one of the few times I cry to TV shows and movies and fanfics is w sibling angst

[eternal-moss]

Not my younger bro liking the angstiest Genya and Sanemi animatic I’ve ever seen… ☹️

[writing-biting]

Thank you so much for tagging me!! I lovelovelove things like this!

Time to pop my ao3 open and start answering some questions, ehehehhe :oD (←clown!! It's a clown emoticon!)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Counting the ones on my pseud, 32!

2. What's your total ao3 wordcount?

Let's see— 182,540!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Undertale (mainly just aus), Rottmnt (gets its own category because of how much I've written for it), tmnt, Lego Monkie kid, and I want to write for more stuff in the future!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Ehehe, okay, here we go:

Pull the Strings (Mine or Yours) (my main longfic!! It's mainly about dream and nightmare getting dragged around the multiverse and having a miserable time. But swap sans is there too!) 371

What Do We Fight For? (The accidentally TMNT BAY-centric collab crossover I'm doing based on Champions of the Battle Nexus (which is currently getting a really good rewrite!! You should read it)) 205

Behind the Waterfall (cross-centric undertale fic that I wrote a few years ago instead of going to therapy) 183

colors pooled between his thighs (smut babyyyy, and me trying to figure out how ink's paints work) 171

Rinse and Repeat (rottmnt angst!! Or disaster twin bonding, but sad) 132

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes!! As much as I possibly can. I'm very, very behind on answering comments but I answer as many as I can, if I have something to say.

I answer comments because feedback and attention is what fuels a lot of my writing. Also I love talking to people, and I always have so much to say. I love talking about what I write, and comments literally make me so happy I just have to say something, just to try to give a little bit of that happiness back

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh!! That's really hard. It really depends on what you find angsty. All of my long stuff has hopeful or happy endings, and a lot of my short stuff has 'bad endings'

Unhealthy Power Dynamic and Minionship, Oh My! is written to be very upsetting overall, and ends on a pretty fucked up note. It's a part of my Killer is a little shit. series, which is pretty much just a bunch of angsty oneshots about Killer suffering

Pain, Fear, Control and Passion ends positively miserably, but won't make any sense to you if you don't know about my rottmnt separated au. And no one knows about it because I haven't talked about it

And I guarantee that either Leo doesn't pay attention during training or same as ever (everything stays the same) will you make you sick to the stomach if you care about teenage mutant neglected turtles (tm(n)t)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Mikey Knows His Worth which starts with a sibling argument and ends with a food fight. Not my usual tone tbh!

I'd say that A Couple of Minutes With The Janken Club is a close second though, ending with everyone about to play an absolutely wild, armed game of rock paper scissors

8. Do you get hate on fic?

I think I did, once or twice

9. Do you write smut?

Not as much as I used to! When I joined the rottmnt fandom I moved it under a pseud, because a lot of kids were now reading my stuff and I was also worried about drama (the rottmnt fandom can be weird weird about shipping)

10. Do you write crossovers?

Hell yes. I mean, I only have two crossover fics rn but I want to write more so badly

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Idk, probably not. Most of the stuff I write is just venting and gore, not the kind of thing people really want to take credit for

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Does it count if you translated it yourself? In my wattpad days, I had a varian/oc fanfic, and I translated the first chapter into Hebrew

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic?

YES!! it's so fun to do omg (What Do We Fight For? is cowritten!!)

14. What's your all time favorite ship? Bad sanses poly. Followed right by star sanses poly.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?

Feathers and Petals (my separated AU), I've revamped it too many times and it lost its soul)

16. Writing strengths?

I have literally unlimited ideas. I could make up an awesome fic idea right now, in literally less than a minute. I could give you twenty, new, fresh, right off the grill

Also, I can both write and read relatively fast! And I actually enjoy editing (except I'm usually too worn out to edit much once I finish a chapter ahaha)

17. Writing weaknesses?

My writing is both stiff, and overly descriptive. I'm too judgemental of my own work. I work in short bursts and somehow burn out without doing anything. I hate writing dialogue, and would much rather just describe a character's thought process for several pages. I can't keep my themes, motifs or character arcs straight. I'm disorganized.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fics?

YES HELL YES MIX THOSE LANGUAGES IN. I really love when there's bits of different languages in stories

I will say that I only like it if there's effort put in. Like don't just be all 'haha words I can't understand are sexy'. Put effort in!

Basically, I think slotting other languages into dialogue can be either fantastic or horrendous, depending on how it's done.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I wrote a oneshot where Derby got banished to the moon by a villain, and when the main six defeated the villain they didnt know how to get her back so they just went 'oh well, guess she'll die there' and then there's a time skip of her running into twilight a thousand years later, when the rest of the main six is dead, and twilights like 'how tf are you not dead' and derby was like 'well I once ate this magic muffins that discord made and now I'm immortal' and twilight was like 'wtf'

I wrote that when I was like, a ten or something idk

20. Favorite fic you've written?

hold me close (tmnt2012, a mutant apocalypse oneshot) it has its own little box next to my heart

Time for me to tags some of my buddies!

@i-am-a-living-god @jewishicequeen @eternalscribbles @the-gingerbread-lee

20 questions for fic writers

20 questions for fic writers

I got tagged by @spyscrapper who likes to see me suffer

How many works do you have on AO3? 420. My end of year goal is 425.

What's your total AO3 word count? 442,443

What fandoms do you write for? Anything i can put my fingers in.

What are your top five fics by kudos? Dear lord. Uhm. As of right now (midnight, 11/16/2023) they are The Mouth of Babes at 555. Short Star Wars fic covering the age regression of Anakin Skywalker and a tiny slave dealing out some truths. It has more kudos than it has words. Ner Jupayr Alorir Ni Staabi At Gar «My Path Leads Me Right To You» at 531. Cody/Obiwan alternate Order 66 fic. Ghostwhite at 220, a Lupercalia Star Wars fic where "what if the clones are actually giant psychic wolves" Nekomata at 211. Sword Art Online fic where Sachi wakes up. Runt of the Litter at 192, a Captain America gets a wolf sibling Lupercalia fic.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Sometimes I do in fact remember to do that...

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? nothing more than love and space dust A Rogue One story where Cassian pulls the trigger.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? nothing more than love and space dust A Rogue One story where Cassian pulls the trigger.

Do you get hate on fic? I wouldn't know, that's their problem, not mine ^^

Do you write smut? I certainly TRY.

Do you write crossovers? Absolutely.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I mean. Probably?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Two! Both into Russian. I'm proud.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Yesssss.

What's your all-time favorite ship? ....for... which fandom?

What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't? Most of them...

What are your writing strengths? I have so many ideas!

What are your writing weaknesses? I have so many ideas.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics? Please redefine the question?

First fandom that you wrote for? Escaflowne.

Favorite fic you've written? This is a trick question, isn't it? It's like asking who your favorite child is.

I'm not tagging anybody, I'm sorry. If you want to do this, please do!

[harrysgloves]

Three’s Company (part 2)

Harry Styles x Reader x Florence Pugh

>>>PART ONE<<<

Story Summary: You deal with your breakup.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Language // Angst // Pretty sure I made the reader an alcoholic // oh and you know smut!! YEAH bet you didn’t think you were getting makeup sex but oh you are. (threesome so proceed with caution, thanks)

Authors Note: I got carried away... but don’t we all when it comes to them? Anyways, feedback is always wanted and deeply loved. Hope you you guys like it!! xx

>>>

"Is this color too moody?" You asked your neighbors cat that was lounging in your living room.

The midnight black ball of fur lazily blinked open his eyes long enough to croak out a "meow" before going back to sleep. Your head nodded in agreement as your 5th beer bottle of the day pressed against your lips.

"No, you're right. It's allowed to be moody." You agreed with the very large, very old, cat who always wandered over to your apartment. His owner, Ms. Thompson, gladly let you babysit him for a few days after she came to your door to find him the first night. Your blood shot, tear filled eyes when you answered the door, fully gave away the fact you'd been crying for the last few hours. 

A bowl of Tupperware with hot chicken noodle soup laid on your doorstep the next morning along with the first gorgeous bouquet of flowers. 

It had been four days since your break up with Harry and Florence. Four days of sleepless nights, alcohol filled days, and meaningless activities to keep your mind off how you were feeling.

Four vases of flowers that you couldn't bring yourself to throw away sat on your cluttered counter. The delicate petals were starting to turn brown around the edges from your lack of care. The notes on each one seemed to glare at you everytime you walked to your fridge to grab another drink.

Each one a variation of, "I'm so sorry. -H"

"When we broke up it was for totally different reasons. I wanted to raise the kids Jewish; you wanted to sleep with men." Debra Messings' voice and the horrible laugh track of 'Will and Grace' filled your lonely apartment. Your comfort show played on repeat. The same jokes, the same voices, the same fucking void in your heart.

It'd be four days and you felt like you were a second away from losing mind.

And sure, maybe, you could have called them. You could have said you overreacted and that you messed up so badly. Instant regret hit you as soon as you had walked out his door.

You'd get over it, get over them but it didn't seem to be as easy as you originally thought.

Everything reminded you of them.

"Love this one." Harry said the last time he'd spend the night with you. Your favorite record played softly in the background when he placed the needle down on it.

"Oh, this is one of my favorite episodes!" Flor cheered as she ran out of your kitchen to the living room at the sound of a 'Friends' episode starting.

"Got yeh this when I was out today." Harry handed you a dumb pen holder. A small Julius Caesar that had pens jetting out of his back.

"Take this before you freeze." Florence mumbled as she moved your blanket slightly off Harry and towards you while you all cuddled in your bed.

Everything that reminded you of them had been boxed off, separated, put away somewhere else until you could look at it again. You were left in an almost barren house that no longer felt like a home, with a cat, that wasn't even yours, sleeping on your coffee table that was littered with empty beer bottles. All while you drunkenly painted your walls at 2 in the afternoon. 

How did shit get this bad?

The sound of a knock at your door called you out of your mind. An instant sinking feeling started in your chest as you walked across the floor. The wave of alcohol that ran through your system calmed some of the nerves but not all of them.

They wouldn't show up here, right?

You could feel the sweat starting on your hand as it rested on the doorknob. Another knock came from the other side of the door made you jump in your skin. 

"You haven't answered your phone in four days! Open up!" One of your brothers yelled from the hallway as his fist pounded on your door. You rolled your eyes as you stood there debating if you could avoid him. Your plan to stay as quiet as possible quickly went to shit. 

"Y/N, do not make me call dad." Your other brother, the one who's slightly fucking scary, voice boomed through your door like it wasn't even there.

You threw your door open to the absolute shit show that was your family. All four dumbass brothers stood outside of your apartment door. All four let out a simultaneous sigh of relief before walking into your very messy apartment.

"Jesus." Jason, the youngest, breathed out when the smell of alcohol hit him right in the face. His nose scrunched as his worried eyes flashed over the room.

"Did you drink an entire liquor store?" Tommy, the one you were closest to, asked as he scanned the damage done to your living room and what the hell you'd been doing to your liver the last four days. 

"Shut up." You mumbled as you sat down on the floor, the couch was deemed unusable by you until further notice. Way, way, too many memories on that dumb thing.

Raphael's lips pursed as he studied the new living room color. He didn't even bother to hide the fact he was judging your meltdown as he turned to you.

You two were the closest in age. You were only 6 months older, and were both adopted at the same time. It definitely didn't make getting along as children necessarily easy. The both of you butted heads so much the other 3 acted more like referees than siblings. Which is why the room seemed to shift dramatically as he turned to you.

"So, you stonewall your way out of a relationship and then ignore everyone who checks on you?"

"Here we fucking go." Jack, the middle child and probably the most sensible brother groaned as he sat down cross-legged on the floor. His head rested in his hand as he stroked Marshmallow's black fur.

"Hey! We said we weren't going to bring you if you started a fight." Tommy snapped right before Jason interrupted.

"He has a point, Tomás."

"Like you haven't had your heartbroken."

"She's the one in the wrong!"

"No she isn't!"

"You can't defend her forever. She has to own up to her shit."

You groaned, your head laid back as you listened to them argue about you, right in front of you. 

There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to deal with this.

"Get out." You said as you stood from your place on the floor, all eyes darted to you as you demanded for your own space. 

"Wait, what?" Tommy asked as the rest of them looked at you like you had magically grown three heads.

"I said, get out. I'm not listening to this. You guys want to fight, go to dad's." You opened your front door, held it wide open for all of them to filter out. Each one gave a sad or sympathetic smile as they left.

"Y/N, I think you should really give them anoth-" Jack tried to reason with you before you shut the front door, hard. The slam echoed through your now quiet apartment as you stood there yet again, alone. 

>>>

Your hooded eyes stared at the same spot on your ceiling. Your back rested on the cold hardwood floor of your wrecked living room. Your head swam with a fuzziness that only happens when you spend too many days on a bender.

You were fucked and your heart, your soul, hurt in a way you didn't think was possible. 

You could feel the prick of tears starting again in your eyes as your mind ran over everything. The good times, the bad, the moment you wished you could take back.

Why did you leave that damn house? You could have at least let him explain.

You sighed as you sat up. The uncomfortable feeling of the room spinning only got worse as you shifted forward to grab the drink you'd poured earlier. The glass pressed against your dried out lips as the same laugh reel ran in the background.

Was this your life now? You wondered as you sat on that cold floor of your apartment. You used to be okay with nights like these. You used to be fine being alone.

Now, the silence felt like a stab to the gut.

Your phone that laid on the table vibrated non-stop. The worried texts of people who loved you flooded your phone, you were worried about you too but you couldn't admit it.

Why did this hurt so bad?

Was it because you'd never experienced a loss like this before?

Or was it because deep down, shut away in the corner of your mind you dared to never go to, you knew exactly how you felt about them? And it scared the shit out of you.

You gulped down the rest of your drink. Not wanting to begin the vicious cycle of why you were so quick to give up on them. Why you were so determined to leave before any explanation could be given. 

Fucking hell, you needed therapy.

Your shaky legs walked over to the TV, turning off the reruns. Your glass placed on the edge of your coffee table as you made your way to your bathroom. A hot shower would always fix everything. 

The stream of warm water pounded against your back as you sat in your bathtub. Your mind fluttered around the idea of taking a job that required you to permanently leave the country for a while. Maybe you could fall in love with a nice coast side in Italy or a small Cafe in France.

You didn't notice the sound of your front door opening or the footsteps in your apartment. Your eyes were already so heavy. The steam of the shower only made the low lullaby of sleeper louder in your mind.

Sleep and everything will be better. 

>>>

You woke up the next morning in your bed. The bright sun burned your eyes as you blinked away the foggy feeling of sleep that still lingered around you. Your brain felt like a pile of mush as you reached for the bottle of water you kept on your side table.

How did you even get to bed?

The last few days had blurred together into a muddy picture. Everything jumbled together; drinks, painting, TV, organizing your kitchen, looking at apartments in foreign countries online.

"Morning!" Your brother chirped happily as he walked into your room. 

You could have literally jumped out of your skin. You screamed, loudly, almost falling out of the bed.

"What the fuck!" 

"I came back last night and you were asleep in the shower!" He said like you were the dumb one. "A thank you would be nice."

"Why are you in my apartment?" You asked, but only received the blankest of stares back. You knew why he was here. "I don't want to hear it."

"Too bad. Obviously, you need to hear it 'cause your apartment smells like a bar and you haven't talked to anyone in almost a week." He shrugged as he sat on the edge of your bed. The black ball of fur you'd eventually have to give back to your neighbor wasn't far behind him. Small black paws circled around you before he found a place to sleep comfortably.

"This sucks." You mumbled after a bit of silence. You could tell Jack didn't want to push you. Usually, this was a thing Tommy would handle but for some reason, the tribe had sacrificed Jack to be the emotional voice of reason this time.

"You know," he said as his hand ran through Marshmallow's fur. His teeth bit the inside of his lip as he debated what to say for a second before continuing. "you could just admit you were in the wrong and go apologize. I mean, you clearly fucking regret it." 

"I don't." You answered so quickly even Marshmallow didn't believe you. His green eyes stared in lazy disbelief. "I mean I do but… I don't know, Jack. It's weird 'cause I'm so sad but… what if this never gets better? What if it's always like this? Like, we're always struggling to be a normal couple?"

"You're not a normal couple so why would you try to act like one?" 

Your eyes shot to his at the words that poured out of his mouth so carefully. You'd never thought of it that way before. Your brows furrowed as you stared back at the bed. 

Was there a chance for you to make this work with them?

"Look, Y/N, relationships are fucking hard no matter what but you can't just… walk out on people before they get a chance to hurt you."

"I didn't."

"You did. It's kind of your thing, you know?" He smiled softly to you. Not condescending or in a know it all way, in the way only a sibling could without getting smacked. "Not that it doesn't make sense but if they made you happy, maybe you should try to hear their side of it."

"When did you become the smart brother?" You teased with that wide smile across your face.

"Right after I came out of the closet." 

"Shut up." You said through a laugh. The first one you'd had in days. That weight that laid on your chest seemed to have lifted a small amount.

Maybe, just maybe, you could talk this through with them.

>>>

You stood on the same doorstep you angrily stormed across not even a week ago. The pink door that you used to love, suddenly felt like a door to the electric chair. 

Maybe you couldn't do this.

You sighed, your eyes darting back to the old Camero you loved just a little too much. Arms crossed over your chest to keep you warm as you stood in your place. You knew you couldn't go back to your apartment this quickly without getting asked questions. 

Raphael, Jack, Tomás, and Jason were all waiting for your post-breakup meltdown if this didn't go well. Each one said they'd stay with you on rotation shifts until you felt better if you needed it.

Which was sweet, but you kind of wanted to rot in silence and alcohol if this went as badly as you thought it was going to. 

Your tongue grew thick as your stomach churned. Your eyes closed as you sighed heavily, your ass plopped down on his front steps, head rested in your hands.

You didn't know where to even start when it came to talking to them. Your feelings were hurt but you shouldn't have walked out without giving them a chance to explain. You didn't want to feel like the odd man out but didn't want to broadcast your relationship. 

The whole thing was messy and complicated. You wished so hard that it'd be easy. That talking about what you felt would be easy.

But you knew it wasn't, it never was, at least not for you. You shoved all your emotions down and kept chugging along your whole life. You pretended everything was fine, even when it wasn't. Which was exactly what ended you up here in the first place.

If you would have told them sooner they would have ended the PR shit.

"Hi." The thick accent from behind you startled your thoughts for a second but you didn't turn around. Your fingers messed with the edge of the rip in your jeans as your eyes focused on the crack in his sidewalk.

"Hi." You said quietly after what felt like a full minute of silence. You heard him let out a small sigh, his feet shuffled forward until he sat down quietly beside you.

You tried to not look at him, knowing if you did you'd burst out into tears. So you stayed focused on the ground, the dead leaves that floated along the road, the grass that was getting crunchy from the cold weather. 

"Y/N, 'M-" he started but you waved your hand to get him to stop. Your head rested against his shoulder that tensed up from your touch. 

You didn't want to talk for a second, just a second. You breathed in the familiar smell of him, the cologne he always wore was faint on his skin. The sleep shirt he wore was your favorite, you realized. The blue sweatshirt always made his eyes look so beautiful.

"I missed you." You said into his shoulder. Your lips brushed against the soft fabric as you spoke. 

"'M missed yeh too." His voice cracked as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. His fingers laced through yours as you moved closer into the warmth of him. "Flor's inside if y'wanna talk."

You sighed, you knew you needed to talk, knew you had to talk about it. You just didn't want to. The feel of him being close to you again, the intoxicating smell of him near. 

Your head lifted from his sweatshirt, only to see how rough he'd been doing himself the last few days. His bloodshot green eyes had large bags under them. His scruff on his face, messy brown curls. He'd done just as bad as you.

You only caught sight of his lips for a second before saying fuck it. Talking could happen later, you'd missed him so much.

Your lips pressed against his with a force that knocked him backwards for a second but you didn't care. No, this was the most "at home" you'd felt in days.

He felt like home.

His lips molded to yours so perfectly, once he got a hold of himself. His hand slipped to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him.

Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as your lips parted, welcoming him back. 

He pulled you up with him. His hands around your waist, lips still connected with yours as he walked the pair of you inside.

You wished you could slow down the moment. The way he was holding you tightly to him, like he never wanted to let you go again. The fleeting feelings ran through your mind but they all ended the same way.

You fucking loved him, so much.

All your energy was going into not crying from your surge of emotions. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, your shaky hands danced in the messy tangle of his unkempt brown curls as you tried to hold onto that shred of sanity you had left. 

"I missed you." You breathed out when you came up for air. His forehead pressed against yours, his body crowded yours to the wall. "God, I fucking missed you." 

He chuckled, a slight smile on his now swollen lips but you couldn't help it. It was the only thing your brain could come up with besides how sorry you were for not giving him a chance to explain.

"Miss me any?" Her voice made you look around Harry. Her arms crossed over her chest but that hint of a smile smoothed across her lips as she leaned on the doorway that led to the entry.

"Wanna see how much I missed you both?"

>>>

Maybe this wasn't necessarily the healthiest way to deal with your problems as a couple. But at this moment you could have cared less what a therapist would say about your tendency to avoid things that were important.

You laid on your back, your legs wide open, toes digging into the mattress as Florence's tongue pressed a wide thick lick through your folds. Circling around your bundle of nerves before slipping into you. 

You would have moaned out loud, if it wasn't for the dick rammed down your throat. Your head laid off the side of the bed, your vision upside down as Harry's pulsating member slid down your open and waiting mouth. His hand around your neck, squeezing himself.

"Missed fuckin' yeh throat, pup." He groaned out as his hips snapped against your spit soaked face. He backed out long enough for you to catch your breath before shoving his way back in. Your abused throat would hate you for this in the morning but right now you didn't care.

"Feel good, baby?" Flor asked as her finger curved inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that always made your eyes roll back. She didn't have to ask if it felt good, she knew it did, she just wanted the bragging rights of who gave you the better orgasm of the night.

Harry's member pulled out of your throat. You tried your best to catch your breath as he crouched down to your level. His hands doing the best they could to wipe away all the saliva that ran down your cheeks. Playful green eyes met yours.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked even though he really didn't need to. The sound of your moans alone was enough to tell you were close.

"Mhm." Was all you managed to get out, your hands threaded through Florence hair as her mouth joined her fingers. Your eyes closed as you got closer to your high, your skin raised in goosebumps as she did that fucking flicking, swirl, of her tongue that always did you in.

"Good, 'm gonna make you cum harder than that." Harry's words faded in your mind as that crashing sensation washed you away. 

Florence scoffed as her head lifted from between your legs. The back of her hand wiped your juices away as she rolled her eyes at Harry.

"Good fucking luck trying to top that one." 

"Guys," you groaned, your hand over your eyes. "Supposed to be makeup sex, not a competition." 

"Can be both." Harry mumbled under his breath, quietly, but you still caught it. Your eyes glared at him as you turned around on the bed.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you reached forward, your hands around his neck as you brought him up to your level. Your mouth enveloped his quickly to stop the argument.

You pulled him onto the bed with you two. His knees hitting the edge before climbing up the rest of the way as your tongue took control of this kiss. It didn't happen often but when it did you ran with the opportunity. His mouth following your lead until you pulled away slightly, your teeth catching his bottom lip softly causing him to moan.

"Fuck," he cursed as you pulled away that sweet smile on your face like you didn't know that he loved that.

Florence came behind the pair of you, her lips pressed against your shoulder, up your neck, small love bites left here and there before she took the chance to kiss you when Harry pulled away. Her hands pulled on your waist, tugging you down to the bed to lay on your back.

"Ready?" She asked as Harry stroked himself, the nod of your head was all he needed to hoist your legs up. His pulsing tip ran through your folds as you reached for Florence, your arms wrapped around her thighs as you pulled her down on your mouth.

Harry continued to tease your opening. His tip slipping in and out of you easily as your tongue ran rapid through Florence's pussy. Her wetness was almost to the point of dripping down your face. You groaned as you pulled her by her thighs down harder onto you as your tongue circled into her hole. Fuck, you missed her taste. 

You heard the sounds of their kissing, her moans, before he finally pushed his way into you. Your walls clinging around him immediately, pulling him closer into you, making him hiss lowly.

"Jesus, she always so fuckin' tight." His hands embedded themselves into your thighs as he held you open for him. His fingers pulled back the lips of your pussy briefly before you felt Florence shift forward, her core off your mouth as her tongue circled your clit.

Your loud, unabashed moans filled the room. Your mind clouded with nothing but desire and lust, barely functioning at all. Thoughts weren't making sense, you were going based on instinct when your fingers slipped into her cunt that was inches in front of your face.

Harry's grunt and groans as he fucked into your tight cave halted for a moment, his erection pulled out of you briefly. The unmistakable sounds of your girlfriend choking on your boyfriends cock filled the room.

You moaned at the sound, your core clenched as your fingers finally twisted into the right angle. Her velvet walls pulled you in as she tried her best to keep breathing around Harry's thick member.

"Fuck, keep doing that." He panted, accent thick, voice deep with pleasure as you hit that spot in her again. A flood of her arousal coated your fingers as she let out another loud moan, her body slacked on top of you as Harry pulled out of her throat. 

You weren't prepared for when he thrusted himself back into you. Your moan cracked as you gripped tightly onto Florence's thighs. 

"Told yeh I was gonna make you cum harder." He mumbled as Florence let out a laugh. She rolled over to lay beside you, her lips lazily kissing yours the best they could through Harry's rough thrusts into you.

"Make her cum harder than I did and you can cuddle her tonight." Florence smirked, her hands ran over your hair as you pouted.

"Deal."

"Hey! I wanted to cuddle both of you." Your head shot off the bed as you glared at the both of them, who were both very very clearly taking their competition too far.

Leave them alone for four days and you come back to them acting like children.

"Tomorrow night, sweetheart. I got somethin' prove." Harry smiled as he leaned down to you, his lips capturing yours before you could protest, a roll of his hips had you moaning.

Maybe this bet wasn't that bad.

"Yeah, proving I'm better." Florence scoffed again, adding fuel to the fire as her hand leisurely traveled between her legs. A soft moan passed through her lips as Harry basically growled at her through his teeth.

You rolled your eyes at her as she gave you a shrug and a smile. His length pulled out of you again as he lifted you up, switching you over to be on top of him.

He was pushed back into you in less than a second, his hands grasping the round flesh of your ass tightly as he leaned you forward into his chest. His legs pushed himself upwards, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

You were thankful he pulled you into his chest. Your moans rolled easily as his hands dug deeper into your skin, you were teetering on the edge with in minutes. His gruff groans as his sensitive pulsating member pushed into you only added fuel to the fire. 

"Come 'ere, baby." He said as he slowed down his punishing pace his hand left your bum, fingers slipped into Florence's mouth for only a few seconds before finding their way back to you.

The pressure from his finger prodding into your back hole had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. The deep, low, sound that resonated in the bottom of your chest had a smug grin on Harry's face.

He knew he'd won.

His finger and along with his cock fucked into you until you could hardly register your own name. You could feel your heart beating in your core, your nipples so sensitive you could barely stand to have them brush against his own chest. 

Harry hummed as you seemed to lose yourself in the feeling of your mounting high. Florence's hand between her legs, stroking herself faster as her lips pressed to Harry's.

You felt a pressure in your stomach you'd never felt before, building and building, ready to bust any second. You didn't even have time to warn him when you felt the dam release. Your head floated in the clouds as your juices ran down him, soaking the bed.

"Well, fuck, I've never made her do that." Florence mumbled after Harry's final thrust into you. His gloating laugh filled the room as you laid limp.

"Told yeh so." He cooed as his hand ran down your back in soothing circles. Florence kissed softly on your shoulder, your arm, wherever until your eyes finally focused on her.

"You okay?" She asked as she brushed away the hair that was stuck to your face.

"Mhm, wanna sleep." You whined, your head pressed into Harry's shoulder tightly as you felt him soften inside of you. Your hips shifted to move off him but his hand quickly pressed your ass down again.

"Go to sleep, darlin'." He kissed the top of your head before he nuzzled into your. Florence arm wrapped around the both of you as Harry opened one arm for her to cuddle into his side. 

>>>

"Mornin', sweetheart." Harry hummed as he rounded the corner to his kitchen. A quick kiss placed on Florence's lips before he picked up the cup of tea she already had made for him.

"Morning." She mumbled into her cup. Her legs pulled up beside her as she sat on the counter. 

"Wot's wrong?" He paused before taking a sip, his eyes studying her as she sighed.

"It's just…" she stared at the coffee pot that hadn't been used in a week. The steaming brown liquid dripped into the vessel below it. She sighed, shaking her head. "I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was make sure she didn't leave again." 

Harry's eyes softened, his hand ran through her hair, lips pressed to her forehead. Trying his best to comfort her which is what he tried, and usually failed, at doing all week long.

"We'll talk to her, okay?"

Flor nodded her head, her lips pressed to his one last time as they heard the door to the bedroom creak open. A shirt you'd taken out of Harry's closet hit your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Morning." You said as you gave both of them a kiss, your eyes more trained to the pot of delicious coffee than either one of their faces.

"Y/N?" Florence asked as you poured your first cup, the smell wafting into your senses had your knees almost buckling. 

"Yeah, baby?" You asked without turning around. The glass pressed to your swollen lips from all of last nights kissing, the warm mug felt like a relief to them.

"Can, uhm," she started, you finally turned around to see her looking uncomfortable. Her tongue wet her lips, eyes glanced to Harry before she continued. "can we talk, you know��� about everything now?" 

"Right, yeah of course, we should… just-" You could feel the nerves pit in your stomach growing as you nodded towards the table. The three of you sat in your usual chairs, your usual mugs in your hands, but it wasn't an usual morning.

No, now you actually had to talk about what was bothering you.

"Right." Harry said, hoping to get the conversation started with already but the room was dead silent.

"Right." You repeated mostly to fill the awkward silence that was growing thicker in the room by the second. You could feel your ears rushing, the room was so quiet. No TV to drown out the weird atmosphere, no music to cover up the fact you had to talk about what happened.

"So, I guess 'm gonna start." Harry said after he glanced at the both of you two, seeing he was going to have to get the ball rolling on this whole thing.

"Yeh know 'm really, really, sorry 'bout the Gemma stuff. I was gonna tell her the next week after the last interview but she decided to come in early and surprise me." Your lips rolled in your mouth as you listened to him. You knew the whole time you sat in your apartment, drunk, that a version of this was what happened. "And I didn't want yeh to get hurt and 'm so sorry it seemed like I was hiding yeh away from people."

You could feel the start of tears in your eyes. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from a blubbering meltdown that was about to happen. Which you might have been able to avoid if his hand didn't wrap itself around yours from across the table.

"Just," you sighed, your hand squeezed his as you tried to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheek. "Just, I should have said it was bothering me before it got to that point and I'm sorry I didn't and I blew up then walked out."

"It's okay." Florence said softly, her other hand laced through your free one. "But… maybe, we should agree to talk about stuff a bit more."

"Yeah, think that would probably be good." Harry agreed as he scooted forward in his chair, his hand wiped away the rest of your tears. "So, yeh gonna stay, right?"

You smiled up to him, your hand laced tighter through Florence's fingers as you nodded your head.

Yeah, you think you'd stay with them.

[calehenituseappreciation]

i hc wilbur made tommy president because he planned to go and press the button while tommy spoke and kill him along with himself

wilbur wanted end all his unfinished symphonies and as the person who raised tommy- he raised him like he raised l'manberg. he doesnt care for fundy- not since he denounced him- so he wanted to end him :)

i need a fic where tommy is the one who goes to stop wilbur and wilbur fucking stabs him before pressing the button saying "it was never meant to be" tommy loses both first and last lives to that phrase

tommys last words are it was always meant to be fucking wilbur survives the explosion and has no one to kill him and now he has to live with the consqunces tommy becomes toast- short for ghost tommy i refuse to write so many letters each time- and immeditly looks for his older brothers and he finds wilbur first :) wilbur is exiled for his crimes and also out of fear- they tried to rehabilate him! they really did but then he freaked out over seeing toast... in a bad way.... and he and toast burned georges house on toast suggest (maybe we should burn something! that always helps me calm down!) this is after wilbur is trusted enough to be not... in a prison... after phil convinced them he needs help and toast tries his best ok- (WHO LEFT WILBUR WITH TOAST!) (I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME! I WAS ONLY LEAVING FOR FIVE MINUTES! AND RANBOO WAS THERE TOO!) and toast tries to go with but everyone is like "yeah no" and toast is like "whhhhyyy i just wanna stay with wilby!" and everytime anyone tries to tell tommy about the wrongs that have happened to him he screams and clutches his head in pain and everytime he comes back he doesnt remember the convo toast,,, is the most BABY toast calls everyone cutesy nicknames unironcially he calls eret rere toast, chriping happily: TECHIE!!!! tubbo: TOMMY STAY AWAY FROM HIM! toast, in a very lost and confused voice: why? techno, freaking out: tommy? toast: hi!!!!!!! im toast!!!!!! :D techno: lowkey ab to cry toast: NOOOOOOOO DUN CRI! toast: there there techie... i know what will help! tubbo, sighing: arson? toast: ARSON! phil comes just in time to find tommys dead body and l'manberg gone hes not around for the withers neither hes there just to see the crater and wilbur in chains with blood on his hands trying to off himself phil will forever blame himself for not making it in time :> dream: taking wilbur away in boat toast, floating behind the boat: o^o dream do you have any games on your phone .///^///. looks at exileinnit hmmm spins roulette wheel who should i hurt... i picked d all of the above they dont let toast go with him but because he is baby and you can't tell him what to do tubbo: sighs finally now that the exiles done toast can you- tubbo: looks up tubbo: GOADDAMN IT

toast is promptly kidnapped back to l'manberg the next day toast keeps going back tho and no one understands why- he literally killed him! why does he keep wanting to go back! (toasts unfinished buisness keeping him tied was helping wilbur and l'manberg- he loved wilbur even at his worst)

toast vibes around everyone but he stays with wilbur- where ever wilbur goes is where he builds his home

its shitty but its an 'ome Toast, teary eyed: Dad? Why does everyone hate Wilby? Why can't I be with him... Phil, with no idea what to do: niki bakes cakes with niki whenever hes in l'manberg he keeps accidently setting her bakery on fire but hes sMOL AND GIGGLES A LOT AND HE HAS FLOUR ON HE GODDAMN SELF toast is a part of mexican l'manberg i dont make the rules mexican dream: AYYYYYYYYY HOMIE toast, giggling: 'OMIE!!!!!

Toast is wholesome while everyone is literally willing to murder Wilbur while also trying to stop him from khs toast is just a very happy lovely child and cries whenever anyone is mean to 'his big brother wilby!' and so they all constantly glare daggers over toasts shoulder wherenever he cant see em meanwhile Phil is just dying inside because Tommy is a ghost by Wilbur's hands and Wilbur keeps trying to commit suicide and oh god what is he supposed to do- he simply avoids this struggle by avoiding them toast, waddling up to philza: papa do you have any games on your phone? all im saying is that tommy called phil papa before changing to dad or fathercraft phil,in the tired parent voice: tommy please sit down- just for five minutes- at least for 5 minutes toast: sits down and then proceeds to struggle to continue to sit but he must because dad told him to toast is just ADHD incarnate wilbur, trying to end himself: im gonna escape my consequences toast: HI!!!!! :D wilbur: FUCK ITS MY CONSEQUENCES toast,,,, is so baby Wilbur is just not allowed to have anything remotely sharp i like how theres so much angst and im just hyper focusing on ba yby dream uses toast the same way he uses ghostbur! :D toast doesnt realize of course even after wilbur tells him dream is bad but he keeps forgetting!!! Everyone: da baby Dream: how can I profit from this oh dream is manipulating wilbur btw wilbur: suffering toast: i made you a card toast trusts eret wholeheartedly and this hurts eret because she knows if toast remembered he probably wouldnt- they wanted redemption but not like this- not because of death Toast: you look cool Toast: you are friend now Eret: sobs I don't deserve this Toast: what did I do wrong Toast: how can I help friend!!!!! Eret: sobbing more toast looks at everyone says "ah! friend shaped!" if ur wondering wheres the angst toast is the angst- toast is just tommy without any bad memories and hes so different they thought he was happy before they thought he was fine tommy was hurt too but since he internalized it no one cared toast sees wilbur being sad and goes! i know what will help! n-not arson tho people dont like arson when you do it.... BUT ITS OKAY! I BROUGHT A FRIEND! shows friend, the sheep and wilbur just fucking sobs Toast is wholesome chaotic in a perfect mix- toast is tommy but without the 'asshole on purpose as a self defense mechanism" someone mentioned something about Tommy masking insecurities once Toast doesn't remember. and he's fine with that he doesn't have any insecurities toast hurts because in retrospect toast, meeting bad: WOAAAAAAH! YOU LOOK SO FUCKING COOL! bad: LANGUAGE! toast, cringing back, looking at the ground: ..sorry :( bad: ...you can swear toast: :D bad: once toast hasnt sworn since "hes saving it for special occasions" sometimes he accidently swears and immedtly gasps and looks at bad and bad just sighs and is like "its okay it was an accident" bad never would have thought itd take letting tommy swear for him to stop huh... its almost like... hes a child.... and the negetive reienforcement.... was doing more harm then good.... toast: exists in an amount of happiness no one has ever seen him in before everyone: pain how much pain was tommy in before? they thought tommy was happy- was... was he not happy? he's so unabashedly joyful and energetic looking back they can see how forced every laugh felt, every smile- He's not afraid to just talk to people, make new friends he became so much more cautious after Eret, had it really effected him that badly? He's open. He never lies about how he's feeling, never brushes anything away how much was Tommy hiding, how much pain, how much fear- It's chilling. bone chilling. There's no way to fix what's been lost. No way to apologize to who Tommy used to be, to try and make it better. None of them every bothered to see him as anything more than a nuisance, an annoying child or cannon fodder and they'll regret it for the rest of their lives everyone: having a mental crisis toast: GUYYYYSS!! I MADE ANOTHER FRIEND!!!

"Wilby?" Wilbur heard Tommys voice say in an innocent tone.

Was he hearing things? Tommy's dead. He killed him himself.

"Wilby why are you in prison?" The image of his little brother asked, "Did you commit arson without me?" it asked in a pout.

"TOMMY!" Tubbo yelled running into the cell where Wilbur was kept, going through the bars with ease, "Tommy get away from him!"

"But 'ubbo!!!! Wilby is 'ere!!!!" Tommy (?) said with a smile Wilbur hadn't seen since Tommy was a child.

"Tommy, I understand you don't remember anything right now but you need to come back over here!" Tubbo demanded and Tommy flinched

Wilbur was struck with the sudden realization that this isn't just his mind- no no it can't be- but Tubbo acknowledged him he has to- Wilbur reached his locked hands towards Tommy only for him to pass through him. What? No no it was just his imagination that makes sense.

"Oh sorry Wil! I'm kinda dead! I don't remember how i died... but i think im a ghostie!" Tommy said plainly, floating off the floor. Wilbur looked at him in confusion. Whats happening?

the first time toast sees the crater toast srceams in intense amount of pain- its so loud you can hear it all over the smp- and just dissapears for a few days before reappearing with no memories of what happened toast saying things tommy thought but never said- he calls eret "big brother" and eret fucking d i e s toast cals all the l'manbergians older siblings He's far too honest for anyone to handle tommy was always honest too but he learned from experince that honesty only lead to hurt Tommy was like an enderchest, you could never see beyond the exterior, everything inside was exclusive to him and him alone Toast is like when someone dies and all their fuckin items explode onto the ground. you just see everything and most of it was  pain and everyone feels bad because they thought he was the only one uneffected that nothing had ever put a damper on his happiness and energetic smile- at what point had that smile became fake? also for angst reasons the last memory toast has is before the elections toast has uwu boy vibes but more chaotic toast goes to dream smp from logstedshire purely for sam nook toast starts making his hotel since he sees nobody has a home (including dream LMAO) (and he wants to make a safe place since everyone keeps saying something about war) and wants to make one and asks sam for help since apparently hes good at building and sam lets him pay after he finishs the hotel and sam nook is there since day one because i dont think i could handle a world without sam nook toast: biting everyone tubbo: wHY DO YOU DO THAT?????? toast: once techie bit all the cupcakes and then said it was his cuz he bit it so im biting everyone to show their mine!!!!! tubbo: i- tubbo: i am both flattered and disgusted everyone, remembering how tommy used to bite everyone upon meeting and then everyone would get mad at him and yell at him until he stopped biting people on meeting: sadly whips and nae naes hes a BABY toast deserves the fucking world also i havent talked ab it but there is wilbur and fundy angst here fundy confronts wilbur also not that fundy is angry about not not not getting murdered by his father but also why does he consider tommy his unfinished sympohny and not him? he raised fundy too- maybe he just only ever loved tommy (based off his insecurity of how close wilbur and tommy are based off wilbur raising tommy and wilbur only being there for fundy by the time he was older and also using hybrid age go nyoom for this dream manipulates toast during wilburs exile along with wilbur and toast realizes both of them were being used by him and fucking screams lourder than he ever has before and dissapears for a week and then shows up at technos house (he got lost and he didnt know why he was at logsted shire- he doesnt remember the place) on the day of the excution and tries to help technoblade but keeps forgetting that everyone is trying to kill techno the butcher army is hesitant when "hey why are you all attacking big brother Techy-" "HE SPAWNED WITHERS IN L'MANBERG!" "he did?" toast asked tilting his head in confusion "YES! HE DID! AFTER YOU DIED! NOW WHERE IS HE TOAST! WE NEED TO CAPTURE HIM!" whenever tubbo talks ab how theyre planning on excuting techno or how there was no trial toast has flashbacks to tubbos excution but hes never able to hold on to the memories just leaving him feeling bad toast sees anything traumatic and just makes the blue screen noise toast has to reboot every time anything truamatic happens and when he does he doesnt remember what happens after

toast hurts on a "THE FUCKING IMPLICATIONS OF THIS" level just.. everyone trying to make up for not noticing tommys hurt and trying to be good to toast when its already too late... far too late glatt is also here because whenever ytoast dissapears after something trauamtic he bounces back to the land of the dead for the bit and sometimes he drags glatt out to the land of the living with him only works bc toast has unfinished buisness so he can freely go between and just stays in the land of the lving until he can finish his unfiinshed buisness ghostbur and toast wouldve been good friends if they ever met anyone yells at toast and he immeditly starts sobbing

basically when everything is calm and peaceful and everyone is happy together after dream is in prison and toast is like "oh... this is what ive always wanted"

"toast?" tubbo asked, confused toast smiled softly, "i think its time for me to go" "what?" wilbur asked his pitch unusually high due to the fear lacing his voice "i think... i think this was my unfinished buisness... this is the last thing i wanted when i was alive, the reason i stayed... i think its finally my time to go now" toast said smiling tearfully "no! you vcan't go! we just got you back!"

basically when everything is finally ok, when things finally calm down toast fades back to the void/afterlife thing

[olderthannetfic]

Escapade Vid - The Untamed

I could say this was my attempt at meta on an underappreciated character and that's why I wanted to vid Wen Ning…

Nah, I just think he's hot.

Wen Ning has this adorable babyface and big eyes. Just my type. And then he got a goth makeover and became a creepy zombie, increasing his hotness by ten thousand times. The Living Dead was everything I wanted except for dubcon possession porn, and it both irritates and cracks me up to see how many people find it OOC and badly made. I agree the colors are an abomination though--but more on that later.

I like Wen Ning the best because 1. He's hot and 2. He's one of the most competent characters and compromises his morals the least. Mianmian might be one up on him given how her story turns out, but in a whole series of craven idiots, I like the suicidally moral characters, especially when they're competent.

And also JC. Because I like his face. (What? I never said my Untamed feels were deep.)

I wanted to make this vid last year, right after Escapade. I spent forever finding a song, and I'm glad I did it then because it was a nightmare. I can find love songs easily, but I don't really care about WN/WWX, nor would most love songs fit that. It's clearly one-sided, but WN is also clearly totally happy to follow him around forever. Happy love songs are out. Pining angst is out.

WN is also motivated by high ideals more than specific family feelings. WQ wants to protect her family. WN wants to repay his debts. WN is a shy doofus on the surface when we first see him, and he acts flustered around most of the older characters, but this is deceptive. I feel like the most revealing scene is when he pops up at Lotus Pier, ready to grab JC and take on his entire clan. In what universe was this a good idea? What is he even doing there? Why did it actually work???

I wanted a song that encapsulated WN's quiet stubbornness. The trouble is that like 99% of popular music is either about romance or about being a confident badass, and most of the confident badass music is "Fuck you, ex boyfriend, I'm stronger now". I did not want an ex boyfriend song. A bunch of other songs are macho, flexing dudes talking about how they'll win the sports competition. Obviously, that was out. There are a very few songs like Try Everything, but they're awfully perky for covering Wen Ning's entire story, including him getting, you know, gruesomely murdered.

I honestly can't remember how I found the song I picked. I was probably listening to Happy Hanukkah on endless repeat and saw it in the Youtube sidebar. (Look, it's a great song for all times of year. Shut up.) Matisyahu has many amazing songs that build and move in ways ideal for vids.

I then sat on this source/song combo for a year because, well, it sure was a year. But when we got close to Escapade, I realized I wanted to finish it for the con.

Clip choices:

I'm not going to include the full lyrics on their own since they're in English and on every lyrics site. Instead, I'm putting the relevant bits between my explanations of what I chose and why. A lot of it came together quickly. I knew I wanted to include cute WN moments, like him being bullied by kids, and they wouldn't fit in the main narrative, so I had to put them in the intro.

Feel like the world don't love you They only wanna push you away Some days people don't see you You feel like you're in the way

I had a lot of trouble with 'push you away' since, generally speaking, no one does push him away. However, this is a vid from Wen Ning's own perspective, so it felt like an acceptable match to use the part where Wen Qing tries to leave him behind as they go on a hunt. She's objectively correct to do so given what happens, but Wen Ning is clearly upset that she tried. He doesn't want to be protected, especially at the cost of other people's safety.

Today you feel as if everyone hates Pointing their fingers, looking at your mistakes You do good, but they want great No matter what you give they still wanna take

I was very clear from early on that I wanted to use 'mistakes' for what Wen Ning is actually upset about: ruining Jin Ling's life. Of course he feels super guilty about what he did, despite it not being his fault, but the specific fallout Wen Ning is going to care about is a kid's feelings, not the political drama. That gave me the idea for what to do with 'good' and 'great'. More than most characters in the series, WN is not impressed by the power structure or reputations--scared, yes, but not impressed. WN likes bringing people food, at little things that are quietly good, and their society does not value that. (Cf. everything about Jiang Yanli's betrothal before Jin Zixuan catches feelings.)

'No matter what you give' I used for a shot that is probably not going to read as anything in a convention vidshow. He's bruised up, so I was hoping it would read properly visually. The actual context of the shot is WN having been thrown in the dungeon for being a traitor to the Wen. And yet, when the Wen are defeated, does he get a pardon? Nope, ignominious death. It really didn't matter what he did: these factions are all thoroughly corrupt and the entire system is garbage. It's all power-hungry assholes and sanctimonious prisses ripe for manipulation. All that mattered was that he was a Wen, and the Wens were either on top or being exterminated.

Give your love and they throw it back You give your heart they go on attack When there's nothing left for you, Only thing that you can do, say

The next part is WWX being an ungrateful little bitch. He's understandably stressed, but it still cracks me up that he's all up in WN's face and WN is literally only there to help him. WN might feel an obligation, but WWX sure isn't earning it here.

'When there's nothing left' I wasn't sure about. WN hitting rock bottom is arguably when he gets killed or maybe when they're in the burial mounds, but that didn't work with my structure. I chose to put a montage here of all the times that WQ tells him to stay safe by ditching WWX. I sympathize with WQ, but as WN comments in one of these scenes, he's following their own family code that she taught him. WQ cares so much about protecting WN (and the rest of their little part of the clan, but let's be real, it's mostly about WN) that she's willing to collude with a mass murderer just to keep him safe. Maybe it's only because he's a younger sibling, but WN seems to see things a lot more clearly. I laugh every time he's like "Uh huh, uh huh" as she lectures, and then the next scene is him running off to do something dangerous again.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Fight like a warrior, Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Live like a warrior

For this round of the chorus, WN is burning his Wen clan membership in a fire, and the heroic thing is running away, living to fight another day. WN has no ego, nor would ego be helpful here.

Buuuut, equally, being an actual warrior means hurting people, and while he was literally mind controlled into murder, that still couldn't have happened if he hadn't been already involved in violence and fighting. Violence you regret is also part of this life, and so is accepting responsibility for your actions. (Sure, he's very literally not responsible here, but WN doesn't know that at the time and doesn't feel that even later.)

There's some things you should let go, They're only gonna pull you down, Just like weight on your shoulder They are only gonna make you drown

I swear The Untamed has the best casting for a variety of face types. I recognized everybody from the moment they appeared… Except for Su She. Whom I forgot entirely and couldn't recognize at all. Doh.

It wasn't till I was clipping the whole series for this vid that I realized that the reason Wen Ning gets possessed here is that he's the only one to notice Su She's plight and go to his aid right away. I think on first viewing, I read it as him just getting possessed before he could get in the air, but that's not what's happening at all. His dumb ass stayed behind to try to help someone. Seriously, fuck Su She. They live in a grotesquely shitty power structure, but WN responds in admirable ways, while Su She just whines that he's not on top.

We all swing high, we all swing low, We all got secrets people don't know We all got dreams we can't let go, We wanna be brave, don't be afraid

WN's secret is that he gets possessed so easily and why. WQ is refusing to tell WWX in this scene, but he has figured out something is up and gives her a talisman for WN, which shows up later in the plot to great emotional effect--though not in this vid, alas.

The butterfly reveal was one of the first things on my timeline as I recall. I have Many Feelings. Also, this is me, so yes, I totally ship them. >:D

WN and WQ showing up to accept responsibility is kind of a dumbass move, but it's definitely brave. I enjoy how WN just keeps barrelling through the plot in a way that should mean he's the cute woobie who dies early on to prove the world is bad… and that instead leads to him being one of the strongest fighters, making it through the series, and finding A-Yuan again. (Though, okay, he did that first thing also. Heh.)

I ended on Jin Ling because I was so struck on rewatch at how the juniors first meet Wen Ning.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Fight like a warrior, Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Live like a warrior

I dimly recalled this fight, but it wasn't till I was clipping that I realized just how much focus each of them gets and how WN is literally strangling them and such. I just remembered him fighting people, not who. It's hilarious how quickly after this (in their timeline) we have doofus woobie WN being cute and them being like "He's my murder zombie! ♥"

For this chorus, I focused on that change. WN is rescuing them. "Yesterday" is their scared faces. Here, being a "warrior" is apologizing to JL. And maybe WN doesn't really owe an apology, but JL does deserve one. Almost no one in the series seems to give a shit about how JL is feeling.

And then my favorite scene with my two faves! WN is finally telling JC what he has probably wanted to for ages. WN is a wuss when it comes to himself, but he gets righteously pissed when someone else is being mistreated. The yesterday he's letting burn here is his promise to keep quiet… along with viciously burning down every bit of self perception and hubris JC ever had. Ouch!

Your heart is too heavy from things you carry a long time, Been up you been down, tired and you don't know why, But you're never gonna go back, you only live one life Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go,

Bless the sequel movie for literally being entirely about Wen Ning's internal struggle. The way he breaks free of the bad guy's hold is by accepting the past and letting go of his guilt over things he can't change.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Fight like a warrior,

He's just so hot in this movie! This first chorus is him coming out of the hallucination, having beaten his self doubt and then beating on the villain.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Live like a warrior

Okay, in actual canon, JL mostly joined them because he was competing with LSZ like the bratty little asshole he is, but I wanted to highlight how JL got over himself enough to join the other juniors on team WN. Also, WN defends both him and LSZ in this scene in ways he couldn't back then.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Fight like a warrior,

This I wasn't planning on at all. As I was clipping the whole series, I was thinking that WN's possessed footage here wouldn't be narratively useful since he went and got taken over again, but when I rewatched for visually impressive stuff to use interstitially, I realized that--holy shit--he's defending Jin Ling in this scene. And he succeeds. I included both a shot of Jin Zixuan, which everyone caught in the vidshow, and a shot that nobody mentioned: Wen Ning's bloody fist after ripping JZX heart out to go with Wen Ning's bloody hand on the sword in the present as he struggles to keep it from Jin Ling. Here, fighting like a warrior means keeping the sword off of JL, even if WN can't defeat the spirit or resolve the entire situation himself.

ALSO I HAVE MANY FEELS ABOUT JC JUMPING IN FRONT OF JL.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Live like a warrior

Sometimes, WN is not that sweet. He traps this dude in a hell of his own making instead of letting him kill himself because Wen Ning can be a vindictive little bitch. And then he strides off into the matte painting sunset.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Other vidding notes:

I totally wanted to do something with Chinese characters, but there wasn't really space, and after much dictionary-searching and asking, it's clear that Chinese does not use morality metaphors involving a compass pointing true north. But that effort was not wasted since I needed a good font for my other vid.

Vidding The Living Dead turned out to be a pain. I had completely forgotten it was in another aspect ratio. The shots look much more beautiful before one crops them. That said, none of them are that beautiful because the entire film has this atrocious green color filter over it. It's like they're all wading through mud at all times. Ughhhhh. I spent so long trying to fix the color on that final scene to be at least a little pretty for my vid.

Still, the film had exactly the emotional tone I wanted. It very much skewers the fanon that WN is entirely the bashful wimp he appears to be on the surface when we first see him. It makes overt the change that we see over the series. It's also fundamentally different because it's a situation where WN is the senior person and in charge of someone. We've seen him babysit a small child, and we've seen him around the juniors with lots of people of his generation also there, but we've basically never seen him out from under WQ and WWX's thumbs. It's only natural that he's acting more authoritative here. His smackdown of the villain is very much in line with how he treats JC during the golden core reveal. WN is not a forgiving guy when he thinks someone has been selfish and awful.

Throughout this vid, there are shittons of color, speed, and motion effects. I don't normally use a lot, but it turned out to be a lot of fun this time. I should find another project to use effects on.

The vid:

Available on AO3.

[jooniesmind]

Whispering Shadows pt.2

Pairing: Park jimin x Jung Hoseok

Genre: supernatural, ghost whisperer!Jimin, ghost!Hoseok, angst

Word Count: 2k

previous

A/N: Little disclaimer, the pairings in this series are going to be platonic! Thank you for reading, enjoy! 

It must’ve been a few weeks after Jimin’s encounter with that young ghost. He didn’t really leave the house after that, the feeling he was left with was crushing him. It honestly felt like he killed that boy. He couldn’t stop thinking about his poor sister, what she might’ve gone through. He contacted the neighborhood’s active Ghost whisperer about it, asking him what he’s supposed to do with ghosts. “Everyone’s job is different, you have to find what your part is in this”. Jimin groaned as he tried to get comfortable in his bed. Bullshit, he whispered to himself. He kicked his blankets off and headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. It was almost lunch time. He poured that black coffee that somehow resembled his soul in his reusable cup –yes, we are eco friendly- and headed out.

It was a shitty day. It would rain soon and of course he didn’t bring an umbrella with him. He sighed and kept on walking, his target being a little kiosk at a park nearby. As he was making his way –downtown- at a gradually faster pace, he bumped into someone and knocked them over. He cringed at himself and turned to face the person on the ground. It was a man, around his age. He helped him up as he noted that he was wearing basically rags and half of his clothes were destroyed. As soon as the stranger held his hand, he realized. Ah shit, here we go again. This time he tried to be just a tiny bit more rational about it

“Hello” he said softly as the first drops of rain started hitting his round glasses “Are you okay?”

“Uh, hi,” the stranger looked at him in awe “I think so”

“Do you know where you are?” He asked with a smile

“I’m not sure. I think I’m dead” he didn’t seem upset by it, just surprised

Jimin chuckled “You seem pretty chill about it”

“Chill?” his eyes got wide at the unknown expression

He sighed “Well, if you keep going in that direction you’ll find someone who can help you. See ya”

Without waiting for any kind of answer, he turned around and started walking again, leaving the wondering ghost to, well, wonder. Few moments later he felt cold hands grabbing his as softly as possible and he jumped what felt like twenty feet in the air. He turned around out of breath and looked at the young man

“What is it?”

“I’m so sorry” the ghost seemed so sad, Jimin almost felt bad under all the raging fear that ran through his whole spine “I can’t walk”

Jimin looked down. He was barefoot and his feet looked badly injured, as if he had walked in hot charcoal. What the fuck kind of testing is this. Could ghosts even feel pain? Was he being ghostphobic? That’d be a dickmove. He turned around and heard a small whimper from the ghost that thought was being left all alone. Jimin lowered a bit his body

“Hop on” he said waiting

The ghost obliged and climbed on his back. Jimin lifted him and started walking as the ghost literally wrapped himself around him like a koala. He was skinny. It was in that moment that a weird smell started creeping up on Jimin but he ignored it and walked under the rain. As he was approaching his destination, he could feel the ghost on his back tense up.

“I’m sorry” he whispered

“It’s my job” Jimin replied and came off maybe a bit too aggressive “I wouldn’t let you out there, you’re here for help and I’m the only one that can provide that help right now”

Silence again. What a weird ghost. He took out his phone and dialed the only number that he knew could help him at the moment

“You’ve reached the one and only-“

“Shut up Chan, I need your help”

“Well well well, look who’s back for more” the playful voice teased

“Why are you like this”

“Trauma, mostly”

“Well I need you to come here”

“Oh how the turns have tabled”

“Chan-“

“Do I have to rescue you, Mochi?”

“Bang Christopher Chan-“

“mom-?”

“Meet me at the kiosk you fucking idiot”

The ghost now seemed interested in what just happened. Jimin smiled and tried to explain as best as he could. By the time the ghost kind of got the essence of cell phones, they arrived at the kiosk. Jimin let the young man down and he sat on one of the big benches. The whisperer took his coffee out of his unreasonably big inner pocket and placed it on the little table, taking a good sip so that he’d be able to stomach what he was about to hear. But his nose was faster. In a closed space now he could clearly smell the burnt flesh and the smoke and blood. His expression became concerned as the ghost hadn’t taken his eyes off of the floor

“What’s your name bud?” really? Bud? How much lamer can you get?

He seemed to think about it for a bit “Hoseok” he concluded “Jung Hoseok. But my friends call me Hobi”

“My name is Park Jimin” he tried to keep calm but his voice cracked. Realizing that he essentially carried a corpse for two miles was making him sick to his stomach and the coffee wasn’t helping

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asked him

“I’m fine” he lied “I’m just not good at this yet” he continued through gritted teeth

“Oh..”

The silence made everything worse. Jimin wasn’t the one to make a big scene but he couldn’t handle ghosts, he just couldn’t. Hoseok looked young and scared and his empathy overcame his fear for a bit but that smell was punching him in the face repeatedly and he felt like he was about to have an anxiety attack

“I like your glasses”

Everything stopped. He looked up and saw the friendly ghost smile at him. And upon taking a better look, he tried, god he tried so hard not to show him how bad he felt. The edges of his hair were burnt, his nails were black, the skin of his neck a bright pink like an open wound

“What happened?” he managed to ask

The ghost’s smile dropped “Right” he said as if he had forgotten for a bit “I was a witch” he blurted out and tried to smile “I lived in a peaceful village. I don’t remember its name but it was beautiful. I lived with a family that wasn’t mine. Mother always said that they abandoned a miracle. She’s the only one that loved me” he started scratching the table nervously “One day, father said that we should try to cultivate that year because it was a blessed year as he said. I advised him against it, because my stones and pendulums said that the ground was poisoned and all the money would be lost. I told him that we should leave, that that land had something bad in it. But well..” he stopped

“He didn’t believe you” Jimin mumbled

“Everything died. Everything he planted died, even the animals. His kids started getting sick. He blamed me for it” he smiled at Jimin’s shocked expression “He said I poisoned the land and that I’m a spawn of evil. They told the village that I was a witch,” he choked up on his tears and Jimin really didn’t know what to do “I was just trying to help,” he said while his face was buried in his hands “I didn’t want them to lose their money and my siblings to get sick,” he was now sobbing, his voice getting louder “I just wanted to help them but they never believed me. Even mother stood in silence as they tied me up on top of woods and oil and-“

Jimin quickly put his hands between his hair and placed his forehead on the other’s head. The smell made him choke and tear up even more but this wasn’t about him

“This is enough, Hoseok” he softly said “You did nothing wrong, you just found yourself among the wrong people” he sat back down and the other looked up, tears running down his cheeks, his white eyes piercing right through him “You’re safe now, okay? It’s all over. No more pain, no more fear, no more suffering. You’re safe”

They remained silent for a bit to calm down

“Jimin?” Hoseok asked

“Yes, Hobi?”

“I didn’t deserve to die, did I?” he wasn’t angry. He was just so deeply, immensely sad. He looked devastated, as if he blamed himself

Jimin smiled “Of course not. People can be monsters sometimes. That isn’t your fault. And that doesn’t mean that no one will ever love you. The right people will give you the right love”

“It’s too late now”

He smiled even more at that “Someone told me that I have a very pretty face and that they recognize me from somewhere they couldn’t really remember. So make sure to recognize me next time we meet, okay?”

His eyes grew wide and smiled as Jimin could see his feet slowly fading away “I’ll try my best!” he said cheerfully “Thank you so much Jimin. Although you lied to me”

Hoseok’s hands started fading away rapidly as Jimin looked at him confused “What?”

“You said you’re not good at this”

His smile faded away, leaving Jimin alone in the room. He remained silent for a while, staring into the void with no emotion or thought running through his brain, when he heard a familiar voice

“Jimin?”

He looked at Chan for a second before getting up and stumbling outside the kiosk to empty his already not so full stomach. His friend –were they even friends?- ran his hand on his back, helping him maintain balance. A few minutes later he was done throwing up and sighed while still bent on his knees. Chan gave him a wet tissue and shuffled his hair

“Rough one kiddo?” he asked as the other one stood straight

“I’m older than you” he mumbled and made sure that his blond hair hadn’t gotten caught in the crossfire

“You always so grumpy?” he sounded annoyed but they both knew he wasn’t really

“Most of the time”

“So a witch?” he looked into the kiosk “That smell is really something huh”

“Tell me about it, I carried him all the way here”

“You’re getting better at this. What is it, your fifth one?”

Jimin gave him a side glare “Second”

“Second? And you didn’t fuck up? You’re a natural”

“I did fuck up” he sat on a rock nearby, not wanting to go into the kiosk any time soon “I basically told him that there’s a next life”

Chan stared at him for a while “And the problem is? Bitch no one knows that the fUck happens after those poor souls leave this earth for good, so you giving them hope that most people already have is not a bad thing”

“But-“

“No, you did good. I’m positive that there’s a next life, okay? I know there is”

“Whatever dude”

Chan sighed “Well, do as you please, but just know that ghosts demanding you to help escape is not random”

“How did you-“

“Bye!” he said as he was already walking away

“Fucking weirdo” he mumbled as he checked his phone

He had one message from his professor at university. He groaned and opened it

“Hello

Jimin, I understand that you’re going through some personal issues, but our curriculums still run and the exchange students will be here soon. You were assigned to host one of them, right? They’ll be late of a few days due to some complications in their transportation, they were supposed to arrive tomorrow on boat but they’ll come next week by plane, so we will have to go to the airport if that’s okay with you. That’ll be all”

[gizkasparadise]

Kdrama Review: Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

Master Kdrama rec list.

Series: Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo Episodes: 20 (~1hr each) Genres: Romance, Tragedy, Drama, Historical/Sageuk, Political, Fantasy, Comedy Spoilers in the Review: For the first episode If You Like, You’ll Like: Scarlet Hearts (parent story/cdrama), Prince Zuko at peak angst in ATLA, Grisha Trilogy, Fushigi Yuugi, whoever wanted to watch a Shakespearean tragedy with hot princes that wear color-coded robes, Moonlight Drawn by Clouds, The Moon That Embraces the Sun, time travel, Political Intrigue, reverse harem trope, Empress Ki Rank: 9/10

“In your next life, will you remember me?”

Premise (spoilers for the first episode).

Go Ha Jin’s having a rough go at life lately. The story opens on her day drinking at a lake after finding out her boyfriend’s been cheating on her with her best friend. In the middle of drinking her sorrows, a young boy starts drowning. Panicked, Ha Jin jumps into the lake the save him. In the process of rescuing him, she drowns just as a rare, lunar eclipse happens. 

Ha Jin reawakens in the bath water of the Princes’ royal bathing house (lmfao no really) in the year 941, the early Goryeo Era. Except she’s no longer Ha Jin-- everyone knows her as the Lady Hae Soo, an aristocrat related through marriage to the house of the 8th Prince, Wang Wook. 

Trying to find a way back to her own time, Ha Jin/Hae Soo ends up getting thrown into the Royal House of Cards that is the family of Emperor Taejo. 

Characters.

Main.

Go Ha Jin / Lady Hae Soo

Our hero!! As mentioned in the premise, Hae Soo gets thrown right into the gd middle of all this mess. Trying to get back to her time, she befriends most of the Princes (damn it, Yo!) and a few of them fall in love with her along the way. Living in the 8th Prince’s home, she falls in love with Wook-- which gets complicated by her pretty much stepping into a political web of mines.  She works as a make-up consultant in the present day, and her skills are applied in the Goryeo era in really cool and fun ways. She uses emojis, doesn’t give a fuck about patriarchal social norms, throws excellent bday parties, and is definitely the backbone of the show and the support for most of the Princes as they try to fucking kill each other rule.

The 4th Prince, Wang So aka “Wolf Dog.” Color code: Black

Scarred by his mother and exiled from his home (SOUND FAMILIAR?), Wang So has been living his life as a feared soldier known as the “Wolf Dog.” He comes back to his homeland at his father’s request, but his efforts to not get involved with the clusterfuck of his family are futile. Full brother to Wang Yo and Wang Jung, many at court fear or hate him--including most of his siblings and mother.

A total asshole for the first couple eps, Wang So eventually falls for Hae Soo, and becomes a person who wants to change for the better. 

The 8th Prince, Wang Wook. Color code: Light Blue

Total dreamboat, Wang Wook is the 8th Prince, and married to Hae Soo’s cousin at the start of the show. Bookish, poetic, and kind, Hae Soo falls for him. Wook’s a calm and nice guy who definitely bears the brunt of his circumstances, especially when political plots are gradually made around him. Full brother to Princess Yeon Hwa. MMwhatchasay.

The 3rd Prince, Wang Yo. Color code: Orange

Lmfao the Blatantly Evil Brother and my hardcore Problematic Fave. Yo is the eldest of Queen Yoo (full brother to So and Jung), and third in line to the throne. But really second, because we don’t see Prince #2 at all. Scheming, haughty, disdainful and with a kickass earring collection, Yo is a shit stirrer hellbent on getting the throne for his momma.

The Royal B-Squad

The 13th Prince, Baek Ah. Color code: Pink Makes love not war. In fact, makes war badly. Musician. Not part of any of this mess if he can help it. Strum-strum-strumming along. The only brother that So trusts unconditionally.

The 10th Prince, Wang Eun. Color code: Light green PRECIOUS BEAN. The youngest of the princes, his dream is to open up a toy shop. Living \o/ emoji (literally). Falls in puppy love with Hae Soo because she beats the shit out of him. Makes adorable puppet shows. protect him.  

The 14th Prince, Wang Jung. Color code: Dark blue The other younger prince, Jung is full brother to So and Yo. Will fight you. Will fight your mom. Will fight everybody!! the only child of his mother’s not burdened by excessive angst or excellently applied eyeliner.

Princess Yeon Hwa. Full sister to Wang Wook. Is seriously screwed over by the Patriarchy at every left and right turn. Emperor Taejo’s resident Politically Shrewd Child. Ruthless as fuck, and we can’t blame her.

Review.

my first kdrama! there are some pretty big #Flaws in the execution of this story, but the premise, cast, characters, and relationships are enough for me to still count this among one of my favorites. 

Drawbacks/Warnings.

direction and editing is a hot damn mess on this show. super important scenes were cut or reduced for time, and because of that the character development / pacing is sometimes way, way off 

don’t let the first four or so episodes fool you, this isn’t a fluffy watch. warnings for historical incest (the royal family is based on the RL royal family of Emperor Taejo), suicide, murder, torture, aggressive patriarchy, and just a lot of Sad. Basically Episode 11 goes metal af and the show doesn’t slow down from there.

there’s a lot of time skips, and sometimes they aren’t immediately clear

Reasons to Watch.

the characters. with the exception of the 9th prince (because who cares), they’re all really engaging and ugh when they feel pain you feel pain (or you cheer for their pain. either/or). i got super invested in the side characters-- more so than i have for pretty much any other drama aside from goblin

HURTS SO GOOD. you want a tragic, star-crossed (literally!!) romance? look no gd further.

look at them. they’re pretty much the embodiment of every tumblr gifset you’ve seen about looking at ladies like they’re the sun 

you’ve always wanted to watch a Shakespearean tragedy set in medieval Korea starring 14 Princes and a girl who writes emojis instead of poems

costuming and scenery. this show is pretty. 

make-up saves the day on multiple occasions.

Final Thoughts.

the “just fuck me up” of kdramas. enjoy!!!

[diaboliktheology]

TROPE TROPEY TROPE TROPE

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse. for @shxujobrave

Good Is Not Soft:  Do not mistake kindness for weakness.The character isn’t necessarily an Anti-Hero, Vigilante Man or may not even be portrayed as Good Is Not Nice. He could be a genuinely friendly, sociable, caring person, always looking out for his friends and family and trying to do the right thing. Such a character would have to be compassionate to his enemies, right?Actually, no. Unlike the Good Is Not Nice character, someone who falls under this trope actually is a nice person. It’s just that this niceness doesn’t extend to giving free passes to the truly vile and horrific among their enemies. They are the reason why the villain should Beware the Nice Ones, especially since they aren’t gonna wait to be angered or snap before the inevitable beatdown/killing begins. The Good Is Not Soft character will find them, will stop them and (if they’re lucky) will kill them before they can hit that Berserk Button. Then they’ll (usually) go home to enjoy dinner and settle in for a good night’s sleep.

….Yui is a good person, Yui is kind, Yui cares more than what most would consider healthy or humanly possible. Yui is also not perfect by any means. In my portrayal, in particular, I’ve done what seems to be my pattern for how I deviate from canon in I’ve taken something from it and broadened it into a specific aspect of my version of Yui. Yui is canonly capable of anger, she’s even capable of outrage. My Yui is as well and not just because she’s been pushed well past where the brink would be for others, but because she is someone I like to portray as a realistic human being. A human being that has more than one berserk button, a person that has topic triggers that are just off limits to discussion for most and will get angry if they’re breached or her kinder warning to back off are ignored. Yui has low latent inhibition, and empathic to boot, I don’t think many people grasp what kind of insight that gives her to people or how easily she could use what she knows to hurt someone’s feelings and would in my portrayal if she was pushed too far in a certain way. She’d obviously feel badly about it later and wish to make amends depending on the circumstances and person but nonetheless Yui may be kind, AND SOFT, but that doesn’t mean she is these things all the time.  (Sidenote: I ought to count this as a two troper since it ties right into You wouldn’t like me when I’m mad)

And speaking to the scenarios stated above, canonly Yui essentially commits murder in trying to kill herself to prevent Cordelia from taking her over, she did this knowing she’d be killing Cordelia. Just…, keep in mind folks, Yui is angelic but she’s no angel, she’s human, she can be nasty in the right circumstances, she can be terrible to people, she can and will make mistakes. 

The Three Faces of Eve:  A trio of ladies: the steady, wise wife, the sexual, often sexually predatory seductress, and the innocent child.The wife, the wiser, calmer aspect, is someone around whom one could build a home life. The seductress is sexually experienced and independent. The third, the “child” (who does not have to be a child literally) will be an innocent, perhaps painfully so. So in short, a triad of: Calm and Capable Hot and Sexy Playful and Innocent. All three character types are considered to be very feminine — with Child representing Light Feminine, Seductress representing Dark Feminine and Wife being in the middle, just like the movie that the trope gets its title from. Instead of Beauty, Brains and Brawn it’s pretty-Beauty, pleasant-Beauty, and provocative-Beauty; or, alternatively: cute, beautiful, and sexy. Instead of butch, femme, and neither it’s (girly) femme, (lady-like) femme, and (overtly sexy) femme.

Again this sort of sets up as a two-parter trope-wise since the aspect Yui probably identifies most with is The Calm & Capable/Women Are Wiser but I’m gonna get to that one in a second. In canon Yui is portrayed to be fully capable of all three of these. Arguably she begins the series as the ingenue, develops into the wife or calm and capable women, and while she’s not nearly half as comfortable with it as she is the first two aspects we see her in some of the good endings portray hints of being the seductress in having accepted her love interest in a sexual/sensual way and has made strides in exploring that part of herself. Regardless, Yui embodies all three parts~.

Women Are Wiser: In many works of fiction, the female member(s) of a group, be it a married couple, siblings, or True Companions, are often portrayed as inherently better grounded than the male members: more rational, more reasonable, more level-headed and sensible, and often morally superior.Note that this trope is not about any specific instance of individual female characters being particularly sensible, but about depictions in which female characters are automatically placed in a more positive light than their male counterparts. This specific kind of Positive Discrimination is most common in comedy, but occasionally turns up in other genres, and like all forms of Positive Discrimination may also be applied to the token minority as well.

Short segment since this one isn’t as vague as the first or second. I’ve talked about it before in how I think the only reason Yui survives the games much more gets a genuine shot at her love interest romantically is because is is exceptional. She is so in her patience, her kindness, her rationality, intelligence, just all the above and just how she TRIES for them. It’s canon where Yui has her own moments of little to no fucking chill but those moments are far and few in-between in comparison to most of the diaboys. It’s even made clearer later on in Le when an info bomb is dropped on them and while Yui remains calm and thoughtful, the boys all fucking panic :|. And obviously, Yui is ALWAYS going to have the moral high ground when with them, she’d have to do a lot to even put a marginal dent in the distance between them in that regard.

Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: Inverted Trope to Tomboy with a Girly Streak, this is the girly girl that has some tomboyish qualities or interests. They could have an interest in boys sports, hate the color pink or love boyish colors, not mind getting messy, be a Big Eater, or hate dresses and wear baggy pants. Perhaps they were once a tomboy that had a Girliness Upgrade and never did quite do away with aspects of their old tomboyish personality (in which case Tomboy Angst doesn’t apply). Sometimes Depending on the Writer they may be the more boisterous one when that’s usually the tomboy’s job in their Tomboy and Girly Girl dynamic and the tomboyish one becomes more softspoken, though it doesn’t always stick. Note that “being able to fight” or liking sports isn’t a tomboyish streak, for a girl can act ladylike and still kick ass (Lady of War and Girly Bruiser).

Now as far as I know this particular aspect of Yui is specific to my portrayal. Don’t get me wrong, Yui is as soft and as feminine as they come, and genuinely enjoys household tasks and hobbies that would essentially be the markings of a great housewife and all around a girlie girl. There is one key feature that ties Yui into this trope for me though. On top of being good with chores and a fantastic cook, Yui is hella H A N D Y. You wouldn’t expect it but Yui’s actually more than decent at patching walls, hanging pictures, putting up shelves, fixing broken fences, painting. She obviously got more experience after being introduced to Subaru’s destructive tendencies but before the Sakamaki’s she nearly lived in the church and was therefore often tasked with some of the chores and upkeep of the place that her father and the rest of the clergy shared. The girl probably knows about as much as any general repairman or knows/understands enough about building and patching stuff to figure it out herself if need be.

[bellamyblakesus]

What is your #1 favourite Blake siblings moment and why?

I have so many feelings about the Blakes and I really can’t choose my ultimate favorite moment so I’m just going to write about all my favorites (in no particular order). This may be very lengthy so bear with me.

1. Bellamy finding out about Octavia’s “death” (4x04)

I’m sure some of yall will think I’m crazy for this but I’m such a slut for angst. In addition to angst, this scene also provides an amazing storytelling opportunity for us to see Bellamy try to navigate a world without his little sister. It’s tragic and it will truly be Bellamy’s ultimate rock bottom, but seeing how Bellamy reacts to “losing” the person he’s raised for the past 16 years is something I’m so interested in seeing.

2. Young Bellamy and Octavia (1x06)

I can’t tell yall how many times I’ve watched the Blake flashbacks in 1x06. They provide such great insight into how the Blakes grew up and they also sparked almost all of my headcanons in terms of their life on the ark. The scene in the gif above starts off with teenage Bellamy giving young Octavia a piggyback ride and quickly progresses into a much more serious scene that showcases some of the things Bellamy and Aurora had to do to keep Octavia a secret. I really hope that we get some more Blake flashbacks at some point down the line because they’re so interesting to me.

3. This adorable moment (1x02)

God all I can say about this scene is that it’s fucking adorable. It really shows just how much they both love each other (which is a lot harder for me to say post 309 but anyways…). It’s the little moments.

4.“I won’t let anything happen to you” 2.0 (1x10)

This whole scene is so important to me. Not only do you have Bellamy finally opening up and admitting he’s scared, but you also have Octavia repeating Bellamy’s “I wont let anything bad happen to you” mantra back to him while he’s sick. I love this because it means that Bellamy has told her the story of him naming her and what he said when she was born and that’s just the cutest shit ever. More of scenes like this please and thank you.

5. The badass-siblings-duo-on-a-mission we deserved more of (2x06)

Almost no one ever talks about this episode in terms of their relationship which I really hate. I love badass sibling duos and this episode really is the epitome of that for the Blakes. It’s the two of them on a mission together and we really truly deserved more of that. It also shows a great deal of development in regard to Bellamy’s over-protection of Octavia. Obviously he’s always gonna be protective of her to a certain extent (try having “my sister, my responsibility” drilled into your brain for 16 years and just letting that go. It’s pretty much impossible) but in this episode you really see Bellamy beginning to understand how capable his sister is and I love that.  

6. Bellamy bringing Octavia the blanket (1x08)

This is such a small and simple moment but I love it so much. With everything going on in both their worlds, this scene really shows that Bellamy will always go out of his way to care for Octavia. Not to mention, the music behind this scene is amazing.

7. DEVELOPMENT!!! (2x04)

God the development from 1x01 to 2x04 is crazy. Imagine pilot!Bellamy saying the things he says to Octavia in 2x04. You literally can’t. Anyways, I love this cute sibling banter and I miss this version of Octavia.

8. Bellamy-self sacrificing-Blake (3x12)

I think the text post that floated around awhile ago really sums this scene up. Just minutes before, Bellamy was telling Clarke that sacrificing herself was a stupid plan, but the second Emerson started to hurt Octavia, Bellamy put his weapon down and gave himself up. My feelings on this scene are a little mixed, but I felt like I should include it for some reason.  

9. “You’ll always fit in with me” (3x03)

My love for this scene knows no bounds. It’s just so layered. At first glance it’s a very cute sibling scene in comparison to the majority of their scenes in this season, but if you look closer you’ll see how sad it really is. Bellamy has gone from “my sister doesn’t leave this camp” to “if you need to leave I get that.” which is amazing. He is willing to let Octavia go and although he understands why she needs to leave, it breaks him inside. Bellamy Blake has the biggest fucking heart in the universe and this scene only further proves that. He’s willing to push down the pain of Octavia leaving because he thinks it’s what will make her happy and that’s all he’s ever wanted for her. I think this scene also shows some of the father/daughter aspects of their relationship. Bellamy letting Octavia go is the big one, however, there are more subtle ways in which this scene lets us know that the Blake relationship is often reminiscent of a parent/child relationship. You have Octavia saying “then I can finally get out of here” without realizing how much her saying that hurts Bellamy. Octavia can’t and never will understand some of the ways in which Bellamy cares for her, very similar to how children never truly understand the things their parents do for them. The layers of this scene and also the fact that their relationship goes so downhill soon after this make this scene tragic, but also one of my favorites.

10. Six-year-old Bellamy’s promise to baby Octavia (1x06)

Thinking about this scene after 4x04 is so heart wrenching. Bellamy’s “I wont let anything bad happen to you, Octavia. I promise” is such a constant thread for him and I love the fact that he has told Octavia the story of her birth and his promise to her (see 1x10). I’m also 100% certain that these words are playing on a loop in Bellamy’s mind and all he can think about is how colossally he failed. Fuck.

11. Arguably the happiest moment in the show (2x04)

Okay idk if this is actually the happiest moment in the show but it’s definitely up there. They both thought they would never see each other again after the s1 finale but they unknowingly found their way back to each other and it’s fucking beautiful. This scene is one of those moments of pure happiness that’s so rare on The 100.

12. Shit really hits the fan (1x06)

No one understands how badly I want to see exactly what happened right after this. Did Bellamy say something to try and fix things? Did Octavia try to escape again? Did they shock lash her and did Bellamy freak out? How did they find out she was Bellamy’s sister and not just an unaccounted member of the ark? Was this their last moment of seeing each other before O’s arrest or did they have another moment to say goodbye? So many questions…

13. This adorable reunion (2x16)

I love this scene for a number of reasons. If you think about it, both Bellamy and Octavia had no idea if the other was okay/alive. Octavia knew that Bellamy was the inside man at MW but she had no idea whether he was still alive and last Bellamy had heard, Octavia was in TonDC right before the missile hit. The look of utter relief on each of their faces upon seeing the other one alive and *relatively* well is so important and underrated.

14. The things Bellamy did for Octavia on the Ark (1x06)

One of main reasons I love 1x06 is because you get to see some the things Bellamy had to do to keep Octavia a secret (like I mentioned in #2). I really wish we got to see more of the sacrifices he had to make for the safety of his family because I’m sure there we things a lot more serious than this that he had to do to make sure no one found out about Octavia’s existence. (I also wish Octavia knew/could understand what he’s done for her but lemme not get into that right now)

15. The hand-neck thing!! (2x05)

This is just one of the many times that the Blakes do this hand-neck thing while hugging and it’s the actual cutest. The fact that they both do it is so nuanced and really shows how siblings pick up a lot of the same habits and mannerisms.

16. Bellamy taking Octavia outside for the first time (1x06)

If yall couldn’t tell, I love 1x06. Just look at the gif. The boy has actual tears in his eyes seeing Octavia look out at Earth. I head canon that Bellamy had been planning to take O outside their room their whole growing up and seeing that finally play out brings tears to his eyes. He’s so happy to see his baby sister so happy. I fucking love that. Lemme just ignore the shit storm that comes in a few short scenes. 

Bonus: big brother bellamy is the hottest thing ever thank u 

Not exactly a Blake sibling scene but… this was really hot.