#THE ENTIRETY OF THE THIRD VERSE

[verascrow]

"John Price's song is this" "John Price's song is that" No. It isn't. You're wrong. His song is 'Man of War' by Radiohead.

End of discussion.

[king-of-tragedy]

My Favorite Lines From Each Song on TMM

(Because I can and because this is one of my favorite activities to do)

"I wish I was God! I'd never trip up! And if I did, well so fuckin' what!?"

"I"m better off a stick. I'm better off a stone! I'm better off a jerk. I'm better off alone!"

"I spent last night blowing up my life, now you won't see me again"

"I'm MUCH too dumb!"

"I wanna be big like my plans...so why am I so tiny and why am I so mad? It's Inertia—"

"I can't have sex and we both get quiet"

"There's a hole in the bottom of my brain, but when you love me the hole goes away"

"Getting a life's a little like dying"

"Acapulco, Tel Aviv, and maybe Japan. And pretty people yell at me to follow the dance"

"I'm quite aware I'll never write a cool song :/"

"We won't cry about it, no we'll be manly men"

"You gotta get better you're all that I've got! But don't take forever you're not here for long! I've gotta get better, I'm all that I've got! For two or three minutes then I'm gone."

[alexanderlightweight]

Your writing has made me come to love Wednesdays!

I've been thinking about when Alec had to raincheck Magnus on that date to wrangle Clary, the "playing hard to get, i do like a challenge" scene.

What if Magnus called again and got rainchecked again and instead of going with it he decided to magically ground Jace, Izzy, Clary, and Simon so he could whisk Alec away.

I too love Wednesdays because of the writing and have missed it so i'm hopeful that it will return to that feeling soon.

i had quite a bit of fun with the new verse this prompt inspired especially because I think season one malec just desperately deserved some time to get to know each other without constant interruptions before valentine returned and the shadowworld exploded and alec's parents returned and took away

i firmly believe that if Alec and Magnus had actually gone on a date or just spent some real uninterrupted time getting to know each other (not drinks and an exhausted night spent after sharing energy because of an emergency) Alec would never have taken his parents 'arranged marriage bullshit'. the minute Alec gets a taste of what actually being with Magnus and the happiness he could have is like there's no going back for him.

Also Alec is Tired and most of that is the fact he can't trust anyone to stay put.

the precipice of duty

-

Magnus blinks down at the now blank phone in his hand.  

This goes beyond playing hard-to-get and has entered the realm of ‘outside interference’.  Something that Magnus never allows when going after what he wants, especially when what he wants is someone.

He rearranges his schedule with a wave of his hands, sending out a flurry of fire messages as he snaps away his clothes and steps into his massive wardrobe.  Despite trying to appeal to Alexander in a softer way, Magnus thinks that perhaps it led to letting himself be misunderstood by others.  Hardly a crime yet unacceptable when it gives people the assumption of power in a game where they are nothing more than pawns between Magnus and his prize.

This is the third time that Alexander has agreed to go out with him only to cancel before they can even meet.  Each time, Alexander’s voice is more distracted, chipped away at with both guilt from canceling and exhaustion, as if in a mere span of days he’s been drained of energy.

It’s ludicrous and not something Magnus will stand for.

Do they expect him to keep helping when the benefits are only for themselves? Magnus is in this for one very specific reason and that is to woo his handsome shadowhunter.

The shirt he picks is a sleek abyssal black, embroidered with golden thread to match the buttons and pattern of the dark storm-blue coat he adds.  It flares when he walks and while the pants and shoes may be less of a statement, the black demon leather of his trousers and the sharp cut of his bone tipped boots are equally complementary and ominous.  

It’s a far cry from the softer look he’d presented Alexander with just days before, but it’s who Magnus is and pretending otherwise has never led to anything good.

Instead of looking overwhelmed or annoyed at Magnus’ arrival and presence, Alexander looks awed.  There is a reverence to his gaze as he drinks the entirety of Magnus in that threatens to undo Magnus’ tenuous self-control.  Perhaps Magnus has been overthinking Alexander’s interest to him this entire time.  Instead of attempting to flesh out what would hold Alexander’s interest, perhaps he should have just remembered the fact that their very first meeting — rushed though it was — had left Alexander speechless and stuttering at a mere introduction to Magnus.

Alexander leads Magnus away from the control room where everyone is very much out of control. There’s defeat in the slump of his shoulders as he again apologizes for canceling, the reason once again that despite promising to stay put, his siblings take off after a reckless Clary time and time again.

“And what if I laid a ward keeping them from leaving the Institute for a minimum of seventy-two hours?” Magnus offers, laying his hand on Alexander’s arm with a daring squeeze to the well-defined muscles of an archer.

“You would do that?” Alexander leans into Magnus’ touch as he asks not in doubt of Magnus’ abilities but incredulous that he’d offer.  

“I would insist upon it.  As much as I’d love to whisk you away for a meal across the world this instance, it’s clear you haven’t gotten any real sleep for days.” Magnus isn’t expecting to be as worried as he is but Alexander responds so sweetly to true concern and interest that he lets go of the instincts he’s been holding back.

There’s a moment where Alexander’s face falls, just a little before his serious expression wipes it away and Magnus has an idea, even as Alexander looks warily back at the control room he’d left the troublemakers constantly keeping Alexander from Magnus.

“And yet, if I leave you here I feel as if you won’t be any more rested by nightfall.”  It’s bold, but boldness seems to work well with Alexander — as long as he follows it with sincerity — and Magnus makes sure no one is around them even as his fingers cup Alexander’s jaw and his thumb brushes over the arch of his cheek. “Come back with me?”

“Come back with you, just so I can rest?” Alexander seems confused, as if the idea of Magnus  — of anyone truly — just wanting to ease the weary tension weighing him down is difficult to comprehend. 

“Just for sleep.” Magnus promises and he smirks and leans closer, “as much as I’d love for more, you need rest Alexander. One without constant interruptions.”

Magnus pulls his hand away and insead extends his palm out, a gentle and unassuming gesture for an offer that if Alexander takes, will change both of their lives.

There will be no turning back after this.  

As exhausted as he is, Alec is clearly conscious of the fact that taking Magnus up on his offer is a choice not hastily made.  To put himself in Magnus’ protection, to sleep in his lair for even just a day, is placing himself under the authority and protection of the High Warlock of Brooklyn.

It will be a declaration that even if secret, cannot be unmade.

Cool, calloused fingers take his own and Alexander takes his hand with an expression far calmer than the racing pulse beneath Magnus’ touch.

“I’ll send a message with my orders then.”

“You don’t need anything before we go?” Magnus asks before he can bite the question back, he doesn’t want to give Alexander any chance to change his mind.

There’s a moment where Alexander considers it but then he looks back again to the control room and shakes his head.  

“If you’re willing to go through all this trouble, I imagine you’re willing to help me with whatever I’ll need.”

Willing is putting it lightly, Magnus thinks to himself as he begins layering the ward that will let him finally have uninterrupted time with Alexander.

Knowing that Alexander will end up using Magnus’ own personal products and clothing is an extra gift that fills Magnus with glee.

This entire excursion is going far better than he thought it would.

Magnus had rearranged the loft before leaving and he’s glad he did as they passed through the portal and into the casually comfortable study Magnus had set up.

Alexander pulls his hand free and Magnus would have grabbed it back except Alec has messages to write and orders to give.  Instead Magnus distracts himself by snapping away his jacket and boots and rolling up his sleeves as he summons a book and a drink to the table he’d set up earlier.

Alexander’s face seems leaner than the last time they spoke and Magnus frowns and tugs at Alexander’s jacket the second he turns off his phone and slips it into his pocket. It’s easy to pull it off and then throw it and the phone it carries to the side.  If it slips away into a magical pocket then Magnus will just summon it back later, once a good amount of time has passed.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“I’ve been mostly using nourishment runes,” Alexander admits and he wrinkles his nose in agreement at Magnus’ admonishing look. “I do know they’re not healthy or maintainable but they’re better than nothing. Half time I normally use to eat, rest and do extra work is being taken up by the sudden flood of demonic and Circle activity and everything else is consumed by the Institute's current and main complication.”

“Clary.” 

“Yes.” Alexander sighs and rubs at his forehead as if to wipe away the thought of her.

“A nap first then, before something to eat.”

“Our dinner and drinks that I keep missing?” 

“Oh no, this is merely preparation for our outing together, darling.” Magnus feels daring as the pet name slides easily off his tongue. “A little slumber to give you some ease then a meal, shower and a true rest cycle.  Only then will I be satisfied that I'll have your full attention during our date.”

Instead of Magnus summoning a new room or leading Alexander to his own bed, he sits at the couch he’d enhanced earlier.  It’s magically comfortable in a way that eases aches and pains rather than adds to them.

“Indulge me?” He asks, offering his hand and Alexander’s brow arches in bemusement as he toes off his heavy hunting boots.  

“This is what you consider indulgence after everything you’ve given me?”

“Even if someone else has been bold enough to offer their lap and lair to you, I doubt you’d have accepted.  Is it so strange that I want what no one else has been given?.” It’s both a taunt and a test, because Magnus wants to know if he’s right.  If Alexander feels the strange connection that ties them together in ways deeper than Magnus can yet comprehend.

Magnus’ answer is Alexander’s startled but quiet laugh, the amusement that peeks through his exhaustion and instead of sitting down next to Magnus he lets himself lay down.  There’s a quick moment of hesitation before his cheek presses against Magnus’ thigh and the back of Alexander’s head tucks against Magnus' belly. 

“Do you trust me enough to sleep, Alexander?” 

Magnus boldly runs his fingers through Alexander’s hair and feels the hitch of his breath against Magnus’ thigh from the caress. 

Magnus’ answer to his teasing is in the way Alexander melts into him, a tired nod causing his cheek to rub against Magnus’ pants as sleep claims his coherency at last.

-

sleeping in front of something, trusting enough and lowering your guard is a huge deal. Magnus is absolutely thrilled and taking no chances in making sure Alexander will be coming back to him for rest and safety again and again

[valentine-cafe]

hi :3 would you be willing to do yandere orion (so hot) and a bratty fem reader darling? like general headcanons, some smutty ones too? :3 - 🐈

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : cherry custard !! . . . yandere angel ⊹ f. reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕abyssal ꮽ  orion

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a quiet and collected angel. admiral of the abyss, cloaked in duty and grace.

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... general yandere hcs with orion ⊹ cw ٬٬ yandere themes . obsessive behaviour

Orion as a yandere is on the eerie side of the spectrum. He doesn't kill. He doesn't force you. Nor does he whisper hatred in your ears to break your mind. He stalks, protects from afar. He acts as a guardian angel would. And yet his touches and affection when close to you does not uphold the rules of a guardian angel's promises.

You rarely speak to him. You are but a mortal, with no understanding of abyssal or divine beings. But you know he's always watching. It etches away at your paranoia, your anxiety. He wants to make you feel safe, but even in the cover of the walls about your home, you feel unsafe.

Sure, the first few times he was there for you it felt comforting. You didn't feel fear whenever you wandered dark alleyways, or down the hallway of your own home at 3AM. But when it became more frequent and more clear to you he never stopped watching you. It started getting uncomfortable.

The few times you have interacted physically, he's whispered soft assurances in your ear. Little lulls that you may draw closer to him when you feel the most scared. That he's only watching you because your soul is so bright. You might not know what sort of demonic specie of abhorrent creatures finds you delectable.

You hate it, because every time he tells you to come closer, your body instinctively does. Leaning into the warmth of his grasp. Grasp? No. His gentle hold. He tried to convince you that the tight grip he claimed an embrace wasn't a possessive golden cage for you to depend on.

The quicker he can get your soul to the afterlife and guide you to the deep abyss. The easier it will be for the both of you to be united. Untied by these bonds of physical restriction between material and divine.

Orion even visited you in your dreams. Laid you across an altar and worshiped the entirety of your bare body. Hands feathering your thighs, as another pair caress the bottom of them. All so the two set can squeeze and squish as they split you open for him. The third set of hands clasped around your waist. To keep you from squirming away every time he thrusts forward.

His whispers would follow you way into the day and your wake.

"so sweet, delicate— mhngh. . . you are what divinity fails to be."

"I do all of this for you. Don't weep my love. It'll be over soon."

You've tried to run. But it's impossible. With his watchful gaze over you, in your mortal life and in your deathly reign. Nobody is saving you from the admiral of the abyss. You're another pretty little thing added to his collection. The half-dragon's beloved human— No. You're so much more. . .

You're a god to him.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

[ravangie]

that's it i'm calling Dreamworks I'm being like hey DREAMWORKS drop whatever you're doing I rewrote the entirety of Shrek the Third LET'S DO SHREK-VERSE I propose my all-female universe we're gonna have: lesbians, Holding out for a hero 2.0 but with Princess Charming and the Witches as the performers and Fiona and the Princesses as the sabateurs, found family trope, working through the fear of responsibility on one hand, working through the need for constant validation on the other hand, AND NO TODDLER NIGHTMARES. Only the bestest of the best c'mon let's go let's go let's go

(we're gonna keep the scene where Shrek says that she used to think that she was a monster as well, but then she learned not to listen to people and be who she truly is, that's a good scene, there specifically for me to cry to)

[project-sekai-takes]

Alright so initially I thought that Mizuki was set up for failure since the Kamiyama event (Since I was that anon, hello, it’s me /j) but then I started making english lyrics for Compose the Future.

I was wrong.

Mizuki’s line set up in the second verse was the catalyst. Everyone has a certain line set up. 1 line that relates to their situation (Kanade being stabbed, Ena having words hurt her, Mafuyu trudding through life like a corpse) but then it ends with them repeating themself twice (“Wouldn’t that be nice” x2 (Kanade, Ena), “That’s just life” x2 (Mafuyu)

Mizuki’s line in the second verse is different though. Instead of following this clearly set up pattern, she deviates from it by saying two lines in relation to one another, and ending it with the third line that is suppose to be repeated. However she poses a question for the entirety of her verse, instead of everyone else who sorta “conforms” with what was set up, because they don’t NEED to change it up.

But also Mizuki’s line is about being born in an imperfect body. Everyone else is use to their trains of thought and how they all act, that it makes Mizuki’s question more impactful BECAUSE SHE IS CHALLENGING THE OUTSIDE WORLD. But despite her questions, she still equally wants to disappear as well.

It’s also to note that SHE GETS THE ENTIRE BRIDGE UP UNTIL MIKU AND MAFUYU.

It’s character stuff like this that keeps me engaged in PJSK because there’s so much to learn and realize about characters through comms and stories that when looking back, you can see where the build up comes from. It’s fascinating -🌌

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[souls-foreclosed]

Chapter IX: De Civitate Dei

Second Verse: LOVE - “The Fool“ (202)

(DEC 24 - 2024)

Come, let us adore it - the end of 2nd Verse: LOVE. Nothing is the same as when I started working on this part of the chapter. I lost my old job and found a completely different one. There is a new love in my life. I developed a completely new schedule for working on the comic and art in general, after spending a much longer time than anticipated unable to draw at all. AND I am missing an organ... actually I don't miss it that much, it was only causing trouble towards the end. Life came at me fast, but it's been a learning experience. Taking a longer break from updating felt right. Therefore, the comic will go on hiatus until March 4th, 2025. On that day, the 5th anniversary of Souls Foreclosed, Third Verse: HOPE will launch, at 1 page per week every Wednesday. Hopefully with a few double updates here and there we might see the end of the comic by mid 2026. And to think I had hoped to rid myself of this Sisyphean boulder by 2025... Volume VI-2, "Enchiridion: LOVE" will be available late January 2025! It collects the entirety of 2nd Verse: LOVE, plus some bonus material. Look out for announcements on my socials. Generally, following me on Bluesky or Instagram seems to be a good and just thing everyone should be doing, because I am abhorrently good at posting. With all that said and done, all there is left is to keep the fire alive. Build a communist future together and all that jazz. Yours Truly, Sev Wildfang

Archive No.: 782

[galaxyostars]

The de Rolo kids are public schooled.

Preface

So I've been thinking. I don't believe Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third would (at least immediately) allow someone other than him, Vex, and perhaps the rest of Vox Machina, to privately tutor his kids. I'm using a combination of CR and TLOVM here, as the main campaign playthrough doesn't really linger much on Percy's relationship with Anders as the animation does, but the overall gist is that Anders betrayed the de Rolo family in favour of working for the Briarwoods (and in CR's case, Vecna).

You're the face I saw when murder entered my heart.

^ Percy, to his teacher, Professor Anders.

Home-tutoring

Is it impossible for Percy and Vex to teach their kids? Absolutely not. Is it impossible for them to teach their five kids, whilst also maintaining their own hobbies (and lives)? Eh... it's doable, but doing a Master's degree in Education myself, I cannot imagine the level of Percy's intended teaching and their kids' learning after Gwendolyn was born being left to just Percy and Vex as being remotely comfortable for them.

But then you have to consider what type of learning these kids are maintaining. I think Percy was initially within a factory model of education (based on what we saw in TLOVM) but broke out of it when he was on his own and started tinkering. I'm not well-versed with Vex's formal education -- I imagine she has one outside of her learned practical skills given she was in Syngorn for an amount of time with Syldor, but I imagine her idea of education is probably a little more "free" than Percy's. I like to think they had a conversation about what their kids' education would look like. Vex is not like Caleb and Beau in the Mighty Nein who constantly go to the library for additional information about anything and everything they don't know, but is instead already knowledgable, can deduce using logical reasoning, or goes and asks someone else (not to say Caleb and Beau can't do this either, but regardless). I think that indicates she's probably a little more world-wise than she is interested in classroom etiquette.

(Note: Taliesen Jaffe has joked that Percy probably took hits of pot now and then, delivered by Keyleth/Vax!Crow, to get through the day with his children around ("Do you see how many kids that is? Oh my god."))

I should also point out the interaction with Gwendolyn indicates she's at least accustomed to Percy's office/library where there are rules in place and it sounds like he might've said "Leave the book" because his kids have been taking them and not putting them back (which probably mortified him upon first incident).

Public Education

There is, however, an alternative I do like very much: this generation of de Rolo kids may actually be "public-schooled" (or at least, the Whitestone version of that).

Again, speaking as an Aussie pre-service teacher, it's a lot harder to be a good teacher while also planning to overthrow your government/be a cult leader at the same time when you've got a class of 20+ kids to look after and educate. Doable, but rather unlikely. Vex might've actually thought it safer and more to Percy's liking to put their kids' education into the system they have a direct gubernatorial say over, rather than allowing an educator direct access to his home, his family.

This would not only benefit the de Rolos, but also other lower/middle-class families in Whitestone, as there's no doubt they'd pump that education system with as much coin as would benefit their kids' learning.

Additionally, mentioning the pot joke again, it gets said five kids out of the home giving these parents some peace and quiet.

Obviously there'd be nobility etiquette teaching they'd have to undergo, but it's probably much, much easier to do that in-house than it is the entirety of their education.

I put it to you, fellow Critters: At what point, if any, would Percy relinquish the education of his kids to someone outside of Vox Machina? And, would that be in a regular school classroom with other kids?

[simonnesavoie]

My favorite Tallahassee lyrics as of now in no particular order or emotional reasons

"I want to say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet Things will shortly get completely out of hand" Old College Try

"Our conversations are like minefields No one's found a safe way through one yet" Southwood Plantation Road. Actually, the entirety of that song is magnificent.

"People say friends don't destroy one another What do they know about friends?" Game Shows Touch Our Lives

The entire third verse of Alpha Rats Nest

"My dreams are haunted by armies, armies of ghosts Faces too blurry to make out Numbers far too high to measure" Idylls of the King

I'd say that's all but it never will be. Stellar album.

[breakandbuildfiction]

Shirou Emyia Is OP As HELL

I find it very interesting both narratively and conceptually that the subjectively main character of a great deal of the Fate Series is by the rules of his own universe practically a failure as a mage and an inconsequential existence among Servants-- the combat 'class' or species depending on your own interpretation-- and yet he is still not only one of the most successful mages and effective combatants in his own verse, but if his same magical skillset were to be imposed on a character in practically any other fantasy universe-- or if he just straight up got picked up and thrown into another universe using a canonical way to do that with the 2nd Magic-- he would instantly be considered one of the most impressive mages and warriors ever.

Seriously, Shirou is one of the mages to have come closest to mastering or at least utilizing the Third Magic, the magic that revolves around the manipulation and manifestation of the soul, by being capable of projecting his soul into the physical world as a Reality Marble. If memory serves this ability is said to be so rare that only a dozen humans in all of history are said to have been able to accomplish the same feat outside of when they come back as Heroic Spirits, in which case it is still considered exceedingly rare.

He is also probably the mage closest to learning how to use the Denial of Nothingness (which is THINK is the Fourth Magic, but I googled it and the Fourth Magic is not named or described, so it might be the First Magic which has something to do with the creation of Metaphysical Energy and/or Substances as opposed to the usage of such things like most if not all other forms of magecraft does... if I understand it right at least... the wiki says the magic is still unexplained in its entirety) thanks to his creation of and growing mastery of Tracing.

Speaking of Tracing, his ability to use that spell/combination of spells comes at least in part from his affinity for and mastery of Structural Grasping, which at his level allows him to instantly learn everything there is to know about a physical object's physical and magical properties along with its communitive history either by just LOOKING AT IT or in some cases by touching it. Though admittingly this is limited by him only being able to instantly memorize and reliably recall and understand that information be it physical or magical if the physical object is a Sword or an object closely related to the concept of Swords such as Spears, Knives, Shields, et cetra (With the seeming exception of Rao Ais which doesn’t seem to have a physical component and is instead a purely metaphysical existence that interacts with the physical world by invoking the very concept of the shield used in the Trojan War). He can then recreate those things at will with his magecraft and enhance or alter those properties with seemingly minimal effort! He's able to do this with ANY non-divine object and can even somewhat pull it off with some divine constructs as well! Though again, he is held back by his own status as a human, though in this case it has to do with his below-average to average levels of magical energy as much as it does the human brain's limitations on what it can perceive and how much information it can store at once.

That's TWO True Magics he's at the very least closer to than pretty much anyone else alive, on top of having so much skill with a spell that for some reason most mages consider nearly useless that he could steal the research of any mage that specializes in using Mystic Codes or otherwise uses them as a medium for their research or spellcasting and by doing so probably figure out some of the flaws that have been overlooked for generations thanks to getting the full rundown of the entire creation process and having COUNTLESS other Mystic Codes and Nobel Phantasms to compare it to practically simultaneously!

AND, let's not forget that the master of the Second Magic once gave the blueprints to his own Mystic Code that straight up uses a version of said Second Magic to the Tohsakas and even after several generations they couldn't recreate even a lesser version of it, and yet in one timeline Shirou was able to do just that in like, a day. This in turn, thanks to the fact that the Code was in the shape of a short sword, means at minimum that version of Shirou if not the others that eventually went to the Clocktower with Rin theoretically has access to at least a watered-down version of the Second Magic as well! And I'm pretty sure that when that happened it was revealed that Shirou's Reality Marble can produce rare or even non-existent materials within its confines that can then be used to make new swords/Mystic Codes that never existed before using Shirous's thoughts and desires in place of an actual forge and that Shirou can then Trace them into reality! The man can literally design magic weapons that should not be able to exist for one reason or another and then pull them out of his soul to use in a fight without having to figure out how to or spend the time required to actually make them. He just needs the final result to work. AND HE CAN THEN TREAT THEM AS DISPOSABLES NO MATTER HOW EXPENSIVE OR TIME-CONSUMING THEY WOULD BE TO CREATE FOR ANY OTHER MAGUS!

And all of this, ALL OF THIS, is primarily focused on how his magic stands in terms of Magical Research, not about how it would affect his status as a terrifying god-tier combatant. Though of course there is some considerable overlap. So WHY is he considered a failure of a mage? Because in the Nasuverse a mage's skill/what rate they are isn't measured or determined by how high their mastery of a spell is or their accomplishments outside of discovering a route to Akasha, but instead by how many different spells they know how to cast and how much power they can put into them. Shirou can only perform I think three or four spells (Structural Grasping, Projection, Reinforcement, and I think Alteration, though I remember some quotes saying he only has one spell, that being Unlimited Blade Works, and all his other spells are just lesser versions of it he is able to use) that are all considered trash tier and is nearly incapable of learning more. In almost any other setting being able to use three or four spells to accomplish what Shirou is able to pull off would be considered worthy of legends and everyone would be scrambling to work with him on the study and creation of Mystic Codes, but he got screwed over by being from a verse that only cares about quantity and rarity, not quality.

[novelmonger]

Moments That Bring Me Joy: The Sound of Music

(Reminder that "joy" doesn't necessarily mean "happiness.")

The iconic spinning around at the beginning of the movie, and then, "The hiiiiills are aliiiiiive!"

Maria running back to get her…headpiece thing, I don't know what it's called ^^'

When we'd watch this as kids, my siblings and I would joke that when the nuns start singing "Hallelujah" at the end of the service, they were happy it was over. Maybe that's in poor taste, but I think of that every time I see this movie ^^'

Right at the end of this whole delightful song about what Maria's like, she rushes in, splashes some water on her face, and then almost barrels past them, proving everything that's just been said XD And then she just rolls her eyes, shrugs, and trudges away.

"You know how Sister Berta always makes me kiss the floor after we've had a disagreement? Well, lately I've taken to kissing the floor when I see her coming, just to save time."

"I'm your new governess, Captain!" "And I'm the old butler." "Oh. Well, how do you do?" *shakes his hand vigorously*

"When we enter the abbey, our worldly clothes are given to the poor." "What about this one?" "The poor didn't want this one."

The first tiny hint of a smile from the Captain when Gretel fails to say her name c:

"Fraulein, were you this much trouble at the abbey?" "Oh, much more, sir!"

The look on the Captain's face when Maria says they should thank the Lord for the food - like a little boy who's just been scolded! XD

"Oh, they're all right, Captain, they're just happy." *inconsolable sobbing*

"And I forgot the other boy, what's his name? Well, God bless Whatshisname."

"You're not frightened of a thunderstorm, are you?" *Gretel shakes her head, then immediately rushes into Maria's arms*

The entirety of "My Favorite Things"

"And do you or do you not have trouble remembering such simple instructions?" "Only during thunderstorms, sir."

The "Do Re Mi" song <3

"Well?" "Whell what?" (You have no idea how many times my siblings and I have quoted this one random line XD)

The way the Captain has to fight so hard to not smile when Maria and the children fall out of the boat XD

"My heart will be blessed with the sound of music, and I'll sing once more." This hits so much harder as an adult than it did when I was a kid. I definitely understood the significance of the Captain singing again, why he stopped when his first wife died, and how singing again opened his heart to his children once more…but somehow the words of the song seem even more significant now.

All the subtle expressions on the adults' faces during "Edelweiss" as they begin to realize there might be some attraction forming between the Captain and Maria.

"So Long, Goodbye" and all the times we've sung snatches of it when saying goodnight ^_^

"You flatter me, Captain." "Oh, how clumsy of me. I meant to accuse you."

Everything about the pink lemonade. It's so random, I'd almost think it was product placement XD

"Strawberries?" "It's been so cold lately, they turned blue!"

I was today years old when I realized that the dress Maria's wearing when she returns to the Von Trapps is the same one the new postulant was wearing when Maria goes to talk to the Reverend Mother ^^'

"Gretel, what happened to your finger?" "It got caught." "Caught in what?" "Friedrich's teeth."

I've always loved exciting stories of people hiding and running from Nazis, so I always loved the climax where they have to out-fox them so they can escape.

When the whole crowd joins in singing "Edelweiss"

Fraulein Sweiger (or however you spell that), who keeps on bowing when she receives third prize in the competition

"I lift up mine eyes to the hills; from whence cometh my help?" This verse means so much to me :') <3

The tension when the Nazis shine the flashlights through the bars! Yes, this brings me joy.

"You'll never be one of them."

The nuns bringing out the car parts they removed from the Nazis' cars! The last spoken lines in the movie are them confessing their sins! I love it XD

[rabbiaharon]

I’m not very familiar with Torah so forgive me if this is a dumb question, but in the law it says not to punish a child for the sins of his father and yet during the exodus G-d killed the first born Egyptian children for the sins of their fathers against the Jewish people. even though the law came after the exodus isn’t that a moral inconsistency on G-d’s part? I’ve asked this question many times online and haven’t received an answer, and I’m not jewish so I don’t have anyone to ask irl

I apologize for how long this took, I didn’t mean to deny you your answer, but I’ve had a tenuous relationship at best with Tumblr these days due to rising antisemitism, and I did take a nearly 6 year hiatus. It’s not a dumb question at all, but a question fundamental to jewish theology, and one with ample examples across all of mikrah and mishnah. In fact, the Talmud asks almost this exact question in Tractate Berachos (7a), comparing two verses: the first one “he visits the sins of the fathers on their children, on the third generation, and on the fourth” (פּוקד עון אַבות על הבנים על שלשים ועל רבעים - Shemos 34:7), and the second one “children shall not die by the sins of their fathers, by one’s own sin they will die” (בנים לא ימותו על אבות - Devarim 24:16).

The Talmud observes that these two pesukim appear to contradict each other, and then resolves the contradiction: The former posuk, which states that a person will be punished for the sin of their ancestors up to the 4th generation is if they retain and continue the ways of their forefathers, in other words, doing the same set of sins. The novelty being that they are only held responsible until the 4th generation, rather than forever as long as they maintain the same evils. What’s cool about this, from a comparative theology perspective, is that a proper reading of this posuk entirely eliminates the Xtian idea of Original Sin, being that even if we were following in the ways of Adam and Chava in their decision to eat of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, we are more than 4 generations away from that sin, so we can certainly not be held responsible for it.

The second posuk, which explains that a person is only responsible for their own sin, refers to a situation where the child has not followed the wicked ways of their fathers.

There is an additional aspect to this comparison as well, which is that the first posuk refers to punishment meted out by Hashem, such as in the situation of the Egyptians, whereas the second posuk refers to the punishment meted out by the Rabbinical Courts below.

To address the situation you brought up in your initial question, why were the firstborn killed for the sin of their fathers? They weren’t, per say. Not exclusively. They played a role in their fathers’ sins. They took part in throwing jewish babies into the river. They were the priests of Egyptian idolatry and the greatest opponents towards letting the jews serve G-d, particularly because our method of service often involved the sacrifice of the things they worshipped. In fact, they didn’t “change their minds” about letting the jews go until they saw the jews tying sheep to their bedposts for the Pesach sacrifice, and when they [the first born] asked, the jews said “G-d is going to kill the firstborn and then we’ll be leaving anyway”. In other words, their change of heart wasn’t out of a desire to actually repent, but entirely born out of self-interest.

In addition, one without context can assume, based on this circumstance, that G-d metes out indiscriminate collective punishment, since every single one of the firstborn of Egypt were killed, except Pharaoh himself, and that the entirety of Egypt suffered as a result of all of this. This is also inaccurate, as G-d ensured that all the citizen Mitzrim had an opportunity to take part in the sin, by causing Pharaoh to withhold the straw they needed to make mortar and bricks. Two centuries earlier, in exchange for selling them food during the years of famine, Yosef acquired all the physical land in Egypt on behalf of Pharaoh… In other words, all of Egypt was living on royal land, and when Pharaoh stopped giving the jews pre-cut straw, the assumption was that they would go into the fields of Egyptiants - fields that belonged to the government - and cut the straw needed to complete their requisite service to the king. Instead, civilians who were previously uninvolved would savagely beat jews that came to collect the straw, which gave them a role in the sin which eventually destroyed Egypt. Thus, even if you apply the same rules to the heavenly court and the earthly court, no moral inconsistency is present.

This ties in to the big issue that all the goyim on this website who harbor the mental illness formerly known as judenhass have made their rallying cry to attack innocent jews from all over the world - Gaza. As a teacher, I have very deep sympathy for children in Gaza, as a general rule, who did not sign up to be used as human shields for a terrorist organization. Their parents? As a teacher, even if they were innocent of direct involvement with Hamas, but have not tried to leave Gaza and emigrate to another, safer country, I hate them with a consummate hatred. Why? Because they have endangered their own children, and as a teacher, I cannot abide that. From a torah perspective? Every child who wants to terrorize Jews because it makes their parents proud, wants to kill jews to buy their parents’ favor, and doesn’t once question whether killing innocent people is the correct course of action, will almost undoubtedly share their parents’ fate, as they have a deep desire to share in their sin.

Still, regardless of their “status”, our main focus should be on our own actions. We should strive to discern the innocent from the guilty. Even if we cannot always make that distinction we still have to act for the sake of Heaven. We must strive to work on our own behavior, so that when Rosh Hashanah comes, Hashem will see our efforts and give us his help, as revealed good, as we pass into a new year, may it be a year of redemption.

[valentine-cafe]

I... I need a Jingyi 209 scaring the shit out of his assistant so bad! I want to know what is it like.

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 209 jìngyí

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱ snake monster x reader, mad doctor x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

One knock on the door to the clinic office, two knocks on the door. yet, both are swallowed in the heavy silence that has loomed for the entirety of your workday.

“dr. herrera? might I come in? I have new documentation in regards to the latest subject case.” there was no answer from behind the bounds of the door.

the only indicator that the man was present inside of the office was the obvious sign reading: occupied, on the door and that feel of a living being in there, and your hairs stand on end from the lack response.

your boss was always ever the responsive and talkative man — you have never encountered such a heavy feel to his presence before.

usually, he’d have opened the door by the first knock, giving you a welcoming smile and warm words, beckoning you to enter the office and join him. however, it’d seem today was different. . . much different from how many of your days at the doctor’s clinic had gone.

and it was odd, it was only 3 o’clock, sunny and vibrant day outside, with a bustling atmosphere on the streets — yet here, there were no faces in sight — the entirety of valence was empty even as you had sought the entrance and the clinic floor. not a single human being in sight.

you had began to wonder whether valence was under a lockdown of sorts and you had just been misinformed, and even as you had checked your sign in documents for the day, for at the very least the sixth time in a row. nothing hinted towards such thing.

which lead you to the third knock on the man’s door, that had you scampering away from it when in response you heard a massive, shallow slam against the wooden surface from the other side.

the rustling from behind the door made it quite clear that it was something large that had been thrown, something living as well.

you caught just the sounds of the smallest rasps and harsh breaths being inhaled, before the sound of gurgling wretched loudly from the other side and to the clinic.

and then there was nothing — other than the clear, deep red blood, seeping out from the crack of the door.

it was hard to not let out a scream at the sight. your entire body stiffening and shaking involuntarily.

you felt every muscle lock into place, cramping and tensing — you are forgetting to breathe, are you not? but how can you. any breath could alert whatever was on the other side of the door.

but oh you’d knocked already, hadn’t you?

what would have been alerted by your rapid steps away from the door or your breath had already paid close attention to the three knocks against the wood.

your lungs feel as if they squeeze together so much all your access to oxygen has been closed off and you attempt to continue to step away and get to the staircase as quick as possible until the door before you unlocks with that faint click.

halting, your eyes force you to watch the door creak open and a pair of beady amber eyes staring back at you through the small crack. a toned face concealed by shadow and darkness facing you, while you catch the faintest outline of an arm sticking out from the corner of the doorway.

it’s clear that it’s limp. the muscle and tissue looks like it has dislodged itself almost.

shifting downwards to crouch down and look up at you from the shadows, just like a snake watching its prey, the figure pushes out the remains of a mangled corpse.

throat slit, and face ripped off it is unidentifiable, you have no clue how that was even possible — the limbs of the corpse broken and torn.

for once your lungs cooperate as you exhale a loud screech at the sight itself, an arrangement of cries leaving your throat involuntarily. while tears run down your face.

the corpse is let go of and in an almost slithering, smooth and graceful motion, jìngyí makes his way over to you, covering your mouth with his bloodied hands, leaving you screaming more and trying to pull away.

however the man has a firm grip on you, eyes moving down to look straight into yours as he hushes you softly, crooning quietly.

“shhhhhshh. . . shhhhh. it is okay, do not tell anyone about this and you will be fine. stop crying.”

“wh-why- wh- whywhywhy— why would you— what—” you stammer and continue to cry, “please let go of me—”

“no dear i am afraid i cannot, you have seen quite a lot. and i need to make sure i have a loyal assisstant.” he sighs clawing into your arms.

“so do we have an agreement?”

[abyssmalice]

PGR + WuWa Verse - aka the verse(s) where i ignore that thematically tonitoni should be dressed in red and continue putting her in blue outfits anyway

PGR

"Tonia" is an entity born from the Red Tide, taking a form similar to - if not exactly alike - the entity known as Cradle, appearing as a young girl with brown hair in braids. The only physical difference is that her eyes are a dull blue rather than the expected Punishing red, save for in moments when she's manipulating the virus.

Her appearance, behaviour, and even the name she goes by is taken from the memory data of a Scavenger girl who had unluckily fallen into the tide when it first emerged in City 075. In a sense, she views herself as the "continuation" or even "reincarnation" of that human - being a person who's inherited the same memories and identity, yet is deeply aware of her origins and connections to the Red Tide, and therefore is no longer the same human either.

She embodies the minority voices of the tide, mainly those who do not wish to follow the typical path of dominating evolution, and instead wishes to co-exist with other beings in peace, including that of humanity.

Misc.

- Her position ensures that she often comes into direct conflict with the majority of other forces associated with the virus. Be it the rest of the Red Tide, the Ascendant Network, or even the primary objective of the Punishing Virus itself - she is considered a person of concern or a secondary enemy to deal with besides humanity, depending. Not that the constant trouble is going to stop her stubbornness.

- That said, she knows her stubborn desire for co-existence won't magically do anything, and thus she keeps a low profile wherever she goes. This is not just to avoid her fellow virus-ridden haters, but also because of humanity and the awakened machines; her stance doesn't change the fact she is still an entity of the Red Tide, and all that technically entails.

- For the most part, she travels the world to try and lessen the problems that the Red Tide poses in a given area by:

1) making the tide recede temporarily or otherwise

2) trying to convince a local vein of the tide to stop being mean to everyone and convert to her ideology instead, or

3) reducing the general virus concentration by returning the virus to the tide and trying to make it stay in the waters rather than dispersing itself into the air.

Given her strength and luck though, she's usually just doing the third option.

- Can manipulate the virus freely and without problems, but not the Red Tide (by much, anyway). Essentially, this puts her at the level of a very strong Ascendant or Transcendent on average - though should the tide choose to be favorable to her at a given moment, she can easily reach an Agent's or Cradle's level of strength.

- Instinctively hates Cradle's guts. Less instinctively, she dislikes how Cradle—the tide's primary representative, following its destructive ideal of evolution—has the gall to use the same memory data as her. Even if it's just using the memory of her appearance alone or even sheer coincidence that it turned out like that, Tonia dislikes how her face has become the poster girl for humanity's death knell. Sharing the same face that no one likes is yet another reason to keep her head down as much as she can.

WuWa

This is an off-shoot from her PGR verse, following the headcanon that the world of Solaris-3 is either PGR's Earth far into the future or another planet in the same general universe.

Somewhere in its history, the Red Tide had eclipsed the world in its entirety - resulting in the event known as the Lament, wherein the laws of physics were drastically altered. Most prominently, this led to the shifting of matter from particles to waves, and the subsequent consequences all collectively termed as the Waveworn Phenomenon in the present day.

As an entity of the Red Tide, dedicated to a more pacifist approach to co-existence with humans, Tonia had played an unseen role in the current state of things - mainly, during the very first Lament, though she could not stop the tide from covering the planet and altering physics, she managed to prevent it from outright consuming and destroying everything in the process.

And now, she continues to maintain a constant vigil, patrolling the world to keep the tide at bay, or at least at a somewhat reasonable level of trouble that humanity can handle the problems themselves. Though, even as an inhuman existence connected to the tide, she can't be everywhere handling everything.

All she can do is keep the Red Tide in the sky - or the Etheric Sea, as everyone calls it now - from earning back its original name.

Misc.

- Due to the alteration of physics, the Punishing Virus behaves differently.

Remnant Energy itself is a benign form of the virus, exhibiting the co-existence trait that is associated with Tonia's "faction" of the Red Tide.

That said, the original, hostile form of the virus still exists, just scattered around the world and in the Etheric Sea. Its primary objective continues to be the annihilation of humanity alongside simultaneous evolution, with its method changing to fit the new laws of science - the virus corrupts and breaks down pre-existing wave matter, thereby "infecting" an object or a person; the broken, corrupted frequencies resulting from this infection leading to the creation of Tacet Discords, or symptoms of madness or sickness.

Hence, when this hostile form of the virus converges in great amounts in a specific location, events such as TD outbreaks or even instances of the Lament will occur. When the virus specifically converges within the Etheric Sea aka the Red Tide, Retroact Rain occurs, much like phantoms from the tide would.

- Considering the above, it can be said that a decent portion of the Red Tide is now under Tonia's control, and that she now serves as its primary representative instead.

However, she views her current position to be more akin to balancing on a tightrope really - she is not accepted by the entirety of the tide after all, and so, it's an easy matter for her control to slip somewhere and for outbreaks and Laments to happen. Additionally, the lack of total control ensures she doesn't have the full omnipotence of being connected to every inch of the tide, meaning that blind spots in her awareness can and do exist.

- For some reason, she really likes the exploding variant of gulpuffs aka bampuffs. She thinks they're very cute and the exploding aspect is just an utter delight for her.

[100beep]

The Linyue Festival

Of all that Liyue is famous for, music is not traditionally part of it. They have a few native musicians, some of which are quite good, but they aren’t nearly as well-known as other nations’ music. However, Rex Lapis does care for music - and so, every four years, Liyue hosts the Linyue Festival.

The first festival was, despite Rex Lapis’s patronage, a small affair with only a few actual musicians attending. The second one picked up a lot of steam from Mondstadt’s bards, due mostly to the endorsement of Venti. And the subsequent ones simply snowballed, the honors from Rex Lapis gaining prestige and competition.

The four hundred and seventieth festival is nearly canceled because of Morax’s death. It’s saved by a timely intervention by Venti. “It’s what he would have wanted,” he successfully argues. (He knows that it is, in fact, what Zhongli wants.)

He also manages to convince Xiao to attend. “It’s to remember Rex Lapis,” he says. “And how long has it been since you’ve heard me play?” The answer to that last question is about fifteen years, which is a long time even for a pair of immortals.

“And whose fault would that be?” Xiao grumbles, but nevertheless agrees to attend - although not to sing as Venti also tries to convince him to.

\The festival traditionally takes place over seven days. The first half of the last day will be dedicated to tributes to Morax - Venti had argued against that change unsuccessfully, not least because Xiao had been on the other side of that argument. As “one of those closest to him,” Xiao is offered the role of judge several times, all of which he denies. It is, however, the only part of the festival he plans to attend in its entirety. For every other category, he chooses only a few musicians to minimize the effects of karma. Venti, who, as the seventy-two time winner has managed to talk his way into seven of the twelve categories plus the opening and closing, is always one of them. He hadn’t managed to talk his way onto the first performance, instead coming third. The first two are nearly as good, Xiao thinks, even without Venti’s healing abilities.

Venti is about to take the stage when Xiao hears his name called in… was that Vanarana? He’s there in an instant, spear drawn, ready to take on whatever is threatening whoever called him. Which, he quickly determines, is the avatar of Marana. He leaps into battle alongside the Traveler, quickly defeating it and its minions. And then another two times when it revives somehow.

“Thank you,” says the Traveler.

“Paimon doesn’t think they could have survived without you,” Paimon says.

“You’re welcome,” says Xiao. Then he gusts away through the maze that is Vanarana - he’d been here before, and not willingly.

He’d given up hope of hearing Venti’s performance, but he does manage to return in time for the last half of the closing verse.

Despite the length of that song - from past experiences, it takes anywhere from nine to fourteen minutes depending on the mood Venti’s in - he’s still met with thunderous applause… and then rushed off the stage by the manager of the competition.

“Thanks to the great length of that performance, I don’t have time for my usual speeches,” she says, to gales of laughter. “Next up is Yun Jin…”

Xiao gusts away. Yun Jin is skillful, but he doesn’t enjoy her singing.

The second half of the day is dedicated to war songs, one of the few categories that Venti isn’t participating in. Nor does Xiao care much for war songs, despite Venti’s insistence that he could perform well. After the afternoon’s performances are complete, Xiao tries to find Venti and fails. Despite Venti’s many attempts to teach him, he never could use the wind to find people - “to hear something other than your name,” as Venti put it. After about half an hour of searching through the various taverns in the city, he leaves the city once more, returning to his role as protector.

The second day is traditionally quieter after the excitement of the opening, which makes it both more pleasant and safer for Xiao to listen. Venti’s performances run nearly back-to-back, ending the morning and beginning the afternoon, with a five-minute intermission between them.

Xiao appears before Yanfei’s performance, which comes just before Venti’s. He’d been rather surprised to see her here and came entirely out of curiosity. And he’s not the only one - he can see Cloud Retainer there as well. He’s even more surprised when she turns out to be a pretty good singer - it was not what he’d expect from her.

Venti’s first performance of the day is apparently one he wrote himself. (He’d refused to tell anyone anything about it beforehand, saying that he wanted a surprise. He hadn’t even told the organizers, only that it wouldn’t be nearly as long as the first one.) He’s saying as much on stage when Xiao hears a call and disappears.

He reappears in the forest of Wuwang Hill somewhere even he doesn’t recognize. The ghosts of humans are not normally a problem. But apparently, they still scare children - which is why he’s called here now.

As soon as he appears, the child in question runs behind him and hides his face in Xiao’s legs. “There’s a ghost,” he says, voice shaking. He looks around - he can see spirits everywhere, but there’s only one strong enough for mortals to see it. To his surprise, it is indeed a malicious spirit of some kind, a poltergeist that feeds on fear.

He ignores the spirit for now and tells the child “Don’t be afraid. If you’re not afraid, it can’t hurt you,” trying to be comforting

The child looks at him. “I can try,” he says. Then he shouts at the spirit “Go away! I’m not scared!”

Xiao almost laughs at the sudden turnaround.

The poltergeist makes one last rush at the child, then turns and floats off.

The child turns to Xiao. “I think I’m lost.”

Xiao extends a hand, says “Hold on,” and gusts above the forest to see where they are. Once he’s oriented himself, he speeds towards Qingce Village. Once he arrives, going slower than he normally would, he sets the child down. “Do you know how to get home from here?” he asks.

The child nods and runs off.

Xiao gusts back to the harbor, to find, of course, that Venti’s performances are both done. Time must run differently on Wuwang - he swears that he was gone for less than three minutes, but intermission alone is five. He remains for the next few performances, then leaves.

Once more, he searches for Venti after the day’s performances are done, and once more, he fails to find him.

The next few days repeat in a similar fashion. Right around the time Venti begins his performance, Xiao gets called away for increasingly trivial reasons. Normally, he wouldn’t mind such calls, but their precise timing makes it rather annoying. The second time the Traveler calls him, he nearly snaps at them when it turns out they only wanted an inhuman opinion on their cuisine. Which again, he’d normally be happy to provide, but it’s really a bad time. And given it’s in the far end of the Sumerian desert - why the Traveler is cooking there and how Xiangling got there, Xiao doesn’t know - even if he returns as soon as he can, he’ll miss the end of Venti’s performance. And every time Xiao tries to find Venti, he can’t, to the point where he suspects Venti’s avoiding him for some reason.

As planned, the last day’s morning is dedicated to remembering Rex Lapis, and as planned, Xiao attends the entire morning. It’s the first time he properly hears Venti over the festival - no one calls him for the entire morning.

Venti’s last performance is the beginning of the end - or less dramatically, the first performance of the last day’s afternoon. And, of course, as soon as he’s introduced, Xiao gets called away.

After the end of the competition are the awards, which Xiao does stay for out of curiosity, and at which Venti wins his seventy-third first place. And after the awards, Xiao tries once more to find Venti, and this time succeeds when Venti calls him to a room in Dawn Winery.

“Where have you been?” they ask each other almost in unison.

Venti laughs and then answers. “It was one of the conditions of the festival that I don’t go out and get drunk every night. Apparently, mortals don’t get better at music the more drunk they are.”

“You’ve spent so long in bars, you should know how drunk mortals act,” Xiao answers.

“Probably…” Venti laughs again. Then he turns more serious. “But where were you for most of the festival? I was starting to worry because I didn’t see you.”

“I kept getting called away,” Xiao answers. “Somehow it always happened as soon as you took the stage.”

Venti nods. “And of course, you being… you, you’d never turn down a call.”

“Of course not. You can still call me even after so many calls to get rid of stray cats,” Xiao answers.

Venti laughs, then cuts himself off. “I forgot about that,” he says. “Since you never managed to hear me, would you like a… private show?”

The way Venti asks makes Xiao think that there’s another meaning there. “Yes, but just the music,” he answers.

Venti grins and pulls his harp out from… wherever he keeps it and begins playing. For a second, Xiao’s paranoid that another call will come, but it doesn’t, and he relaxes to the music.

As soon as he closes his eyes, a wind picks up, moving him around. He assumes that it’s Venti messing with him again and doesn’t pay attention to it until his head is dropped in Venti’s lap.

He looks up in surprise and sees Venti grinning down at him. Venti releases the harp midair, playing one-handed while the other hand strokes through Xiao’s hair.

Half an hour later, Xiao has fallen asleep. Adepti don’t need to sleep, but they still can. Venti moves him very carefully off his lap, then lies beside him.

[fic-recs-4myself]

What is your favourite Drarry fic and favourite Wolfstar fic?

First of hi!! I think you are my first ask ever, this blog is purely my fanfic reblogs repository so it's nice to see someone else here.

I wouldn't say I have one only favorite of this but I can give you a top five

WOLFSTAR TOP 5

A. All the young dudes by MsKingBean89

This one's mandatory but I have to admit I never finished it. I'm too scared to read the ending even if I already know what happens.

But I just love how their characters are portrayed especially Remus!

B. Text Talk by Merlywhirls

This one's also a classic but, It's so cute, so sad, so adorable and unique. Truly something to read over and over again.

C. (The entirety of )Discard Verse by picascribit

Im pasting the series summary here because I can't describe it better and everyone should give it a chance. Beware of the warnings tho!

Non-magic Wolfstar AU romance set in contemporary Seattle. Sirius is a mixed race White/Japanese trans man, and an assistant librarian at the Seattle Public Library. Remus is Latino and an HIV+ homeless college student and sex worker. There are some angsty bits, but overall it's not a downer.

My sweet Remus is the strongest person alive in every fic I love him so much.

D. Pray the gay away by orphan account

Remus' parents send him to a Christian camp designed to help him control his “Same Sex Attraction”. Once there, Remus finds himself rooming with the devilishly handsome bad-boy, Sirius Black. Will he give in to temptation? Could the attraction he feels for Sirius be more than physical? Non-Magical 1970s AU

Amazing work it's as beautiful as it's sad. Again beware warnings.

E. Don't fuck this up lupin by blibberinghumdiggory

Short cute soulmates au fic

DRARRY TOP 5

A. F*ck! by shushu_yaoi_lj

Cute and hot an so much fun to read

B. The importance of being Draco Malfoy by poppyhills

The amnesia fic you didn't know you needed but I can assure you you do. It's so much fun and such an unique view of Draco's mind.

C. Dear cousin, love Regulus by LLAPI115 and XxTheDarkLordxX

Quite honestly the drarry takes a backseat to all the character work Draco does but still beautiful and necessary read

D. Chaos is my second home by

This is the third work of the series and you should probably read the other ones to understand but basically it's our boys with a whole less trauma sort of. Since Vernon and Lucius died when their kids are babes their upbringing is really different and their relationship later has a whole other first steps and I loved all the thought put into their characters.

E. Silk Sheets

Purely porn without (much) plot but I believe it deserves a special mention because of all the times I have read it.

Welp! That's it, honestly I just checked my AO3 bookmarks to make this list but it was really nice to remember all these lovely fics sorry I didn't tag them but you can find them by name or author on AO3. I have a bunch more of fics left especially drarry so let me know if you want me to post another list!