#and then like tag them to organise

[lydiaalin]

save me horror cowboy game ocs save me

[theboredhooman]

okay but kame and asa are literally 100% in love i don’t make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

long post overanalysing and yapping about these two lesbians + spoilers for the ‘mononoke: phantom in the rain’ movie! go watch it right now if you can 👹👹

kame is literally asa’s most precious thing. you can NOT tell me it’s not. even if you don’t ship them it is very obviously canon.

asa was soo flustered and didn’t want to tell kame about this, even blushing?? like understandable though it’s basically a confession

one of asa’s first reactions was always to check if kame was okay whenever the mononoke appeared

sure, it could’ve just been a friend thing, but asa was constantly looking out for kame in the ooku

defending her and taking the blame for all her mistakes and trying to protect her from harm, standing up to awashima and mugitani

asa i know what you are i saw that blush when kame smiled after you told her she could work with you instead of mugitani (I get you she was so cute tho)

”Such neat handwriting” asa’s eyes were so soft it actually broke my heart when i saw awashima cutting kame’s hair

the well scene….just…

asa trying to pull up kame, and kame doing the same for her

also asa being sort of lifeless while she hangs there until kame tells her that ‘it’ll be alright!/I’ve got you!’ and suddenly she snaps out of her shock, gaining emotions again

also it was so cute when they were talking next to each other at night

speaking of which, kame making asa promise to not let go while they sleep and asa adjusting to a more comfortable grip while holding hand was just; auGHHH 😩

ALSO ALSO “Kitagawa made me realise what was important, what I should never throw away,” and then KAME TURNING TO SMILE AT ASA AND ASA SMILING BACK WITH THAT ADORING LOOK IN HER EYES?? (note: there was also minor foreshadowing here with the empty doll cupboard but i think that had more to do with kitagawa)

and the cut off after saying she needed to say something important was really suspicious like what did she say??

idk how this related but afterwards she became more focused and hardworking on her job(but also more rigid and firm in her beliefs) and kame tipped out her water instead of drinking it (because she became the opposite? more rebellious/defiant maybe? idk)

speaking to the medicine seller, she said she understood kitagawa’s feelings, which makes me think kitagawa also had a thing for her friend lol like there was absolutely something going on there if she(kitagawa) fell apart after her friend left

only mildly related but i believe karakasa’s next target was probably going to be kame and she was used as bait for it (as something a redditor* mentioned was asa may have sent kame away to protect her rather than the reason kitagawa did, OR lure out karakasa) edit: nvm i remembered wrong it was utayama i believe (due to perhaps resentment within the doll’s umbrella*) or asa (following the logic that awashima and mugitani were both the head housemaids(?) favoured by utayama before asa, although again the end goal was probably to attack utayama)

also when asa was addressing the other maids of the ooku before the birth celebratory ceremony and bowed, kame bowed but nobody else did (which means they didn’t respect asa)

then kame got mad and showed her support for her girl like hell yeah 👏 and asa gained more confidence which i think was sweet

oh and asa was also like “the thing that kept me grounded was lady kame” 🥹🥹

she also said (acc. to netflix subs) “And yet, I yearned for nothing more than to share meals with Kame. And spend countless nights just staying up late, giggling and talking to her.” SHE SOUNDED SO LOVESICK 💔

btw love how the medicine seller instantly knew asa was looking for her boo lmao

anyways i think it mayyy not have been requited on kame’s side, at least canonically, but I have literally zero doubt asa was in love with her. then again homophobes and censorship. uh. it’s alright i ship them very hard either way i need more lesbians in my life hehe.

in conclusion. Harold they’re lesbians. thanks for coming to my ted talk. yeah o7

*redditors talked about the choice of karakasa as the yokai.(i reccomend reading it, it’s very interesting imo)

[vice-like]

just saw this one in the main tag and it got me thinking... "wanting to do the right thing but having your actions distort your goals" is obviously about natori, he even reflects upon it directly more than once during the chapters BUT even tho world unbent is from natori's pov, i always thought it wasn't just about him but also about matoba and the exorcist world. for me it was clear that midorikawa wanted to expand upon the exorcists and thought natsume's pov wouldn't have been enough for this case (i also think she always wanted to expand upon natori's and matoba's younger days as well)

so with that in mind i tried thinking if that could apply to matoba too and it might be a stretch but i think it does, but in the sense that "the right thing" for matoba and natori are two different things and matoba might not even think abt doing it along those lines

like, from what we've seen, i interpret that matoba genuinely thinks the matoba clan has a responsibility to protect ppl, regardless if they can see yokai or not and he takes that very seriously, most recent example being what he said abt a previous matoba head being unable to protect the miharu; also to achieve this the clan must be powerful above all others and for that he needs to do anything and if he has a limit we haven't seen it yet. we see that during world unbent ("i won't let us fall"), but most recently during homura arc when he was willing to bet his own life just to be able to control a powerful vessel (being shortsighted enough abt the possibility that natsume had to snap him out of it), he's power hungry, but weirdly enough he's like that because it's "the right thing to do" or what he must/needs to do, the matoba must be powerful to be able to protect anyone and anything ("you can't protect anything if you're not powerful, shuuichi-san")

so "having your actions distort your goals", how does that apply to matoba in a world unbent? midorikawa was merciful enough to let us know his initial goal (or what he wants ppl to think his goal is?): "i'm looking for allies i can use" and at first he was definitely testing if natori could be that, but by the second part (that tellingly starts with a companion matoba artwork to natori's in the first part) i think he wanted to work with natori so badly simply bc he was a peer his age, probably the first and only in the exorcist world and for this interpretation i have no evidence just vibes lol besides this part in midorikawa's afterword from homura arc

anyways, for me this conversation during the second part of world unbent is the best example of matoba's actions distorting his goal:

in my interpretation matoba's goal here was to be picked by natori to be that person, to be his peer, to be the one that teaches him and works with him and "he's better" bc he's more powerful than takuma-san and that's a fact (also idt he wanted to be his "mentor" per se, i think he wanted to be closer than that but that's my bias lol). as i see it, matoba was not trying to bad mouth takuma (and i think natori understood that too), but simply stating what's most important: power, which is ultimately very different from the things that natori puts first, even tho he's also seeking to be a more powerful exorcist

another thing that is also funny about these two understanding but mostly misunderstanding each other is that natori wants to become powerful so he could be needed, so he can protect ppl, "do the right thing", which is the same but also different from the reason why matoba seeks power and the kind of power they seek is also different but the same in one aspect, natori wants spiritual power but also "power" to better himself, to be a better person, while the power matoba seeks is spiritual but also a power that will make the matoba clan unbeatable which can be power over ppl

the way his actions distort his goal here is this: natori focuses on the fact that matoba values spiritual power and the power one can have over another more than someone's character and what natori wishes to learn from ppl like takuma is how to be better as a person so he can carve his own path or at least finally find what his path even is and how to set himself in it. this blinds him to anything else, him and matoba are fundamentally different, end of story. and so from his pov he can not see what matoba is offering which was actually matoba's main goal in this conversation: "I can teach you, I can work with you, I can protect you, I can help you become more powerful, I can protect ppl, so you should stick with me, you sould use me instead of him" and matoba's shocked reaction is proof he was misunderstood and natori's reaction to this conversation was unexpected to him, if my interpretation of what he meant is right or not is up to debate tho

so if natori realises and reflects upon his "actions distorting his goal" does matoba do the same? and that's what intrigues me a lot here, because honestly i don't know, we are not shown that ever. does matoba realise how his actions can hinder his goals? does he care enough to reflect on it? does he care abt how he's perceived? does he care about how natori perceives him specifically? and honeslty the way he gets "worse" abt this in the present timeline (being an unsettling little shit especially towards natsume) makes the interpretation that he doesn't care enough to change and so doesn't reflect upon it seem plausible but when it comes to matoba maybe it's simpler that that:

from afterword for chapters 52-54

he's just like that, he is who he is, the matoba clan head but also matoba seiji and he's not afraid of his mistakes, he'll face them head on even if they distort his goals. most interesting tho, while i do think he's like that partially bc he's a little shit and likes having fun ruffling ppl's feathers, i think it's interesting how there's a possibility of him seeing that habit as a mistake, idk if that interpretation is right but matoba is a character that is difficult to interpret especially bc we dont get his pov, he's a confusing character and the fact we never get into his head makes him even more multifaceted. now that we're getting more into matoba clan drama maybe someday we'll get his pov, but until then ig it souldn't be too hard to think a person notices and reflects upon their mistakes right? well, unless the person is matoba seiji, then i dont know.

there's other things i want to talk abt here, especially the fact that natori wants to be needed and current timeline matoba might actually need him, but does natori know that? you think the "a burden can be shared" bs might be an indication that he does, but i don't think he actually does lol also the fact matoba was seeking someone to use but ended up wanting to be used instead to this day (and is ecstatic abt it during homura, one of the many reasons why he looks like he's having the time of his life during those chapters imo), idk just the fact natori recoils at the wording of "someone to use" but wants to be useful himself and matoba ends up wanting to be used by him so badly it's funny (and also a little sad). just these two always wanting the same thing but mostly not and understanding but mostly misunderstanding each other more than anyone ever could for one another, how they could go together seamlessly but mostly don't yet i dont have the capacity to expand upon those right now, midorikawa gotta give me more so, anyways

[swordscleric]

I can't stop thinking about the post from a few days ago about how Critical Role has been great at doing personal faith but didn't put the necessary work in to discuss the religious/god angle of c3 in-depth. Like the fact that Cardinal Respa was linked to both the Dawnfather and the Chained Oblivion is, on a personal level, very interesting (fallen/corrupted priest goes hard) but like does that mean that there's a Papacy somewhere in Exandria dedicated to the Dawnfather? If so, are there more cardinals who ordain the bishops of the Dawnfather? Are there Conclave-level intrigues going on in the Dawnfather's Sistine Chapel? Why is the Dawnfather so Christianity-coded in vibes alone if there's no actual outline of his religious organisations? With Downfall the Dawnchild/Dawnfather thing makes the allusions to Christ as Son of God co-existing with the Father textual - was there a Dawnfather Schism around whether the Dawnchild was a separate mortal? Was there a Reformation about how the Dawnfather's Pope kept selling indulgences? Is that why the priest of the Dawnfather Grog & Pike offer a drink to doesn't partake because of a cultural shift between Protestant-Temperance-League-coded and Catholic-coded Dawnfather congregations? Why do I have so many questions about the religious organisation of one of the most important Prime Deities in Exandria and to Critical Role's 3 campaigns? How on earth were the cast (and us as the viewers!) meant to care about the gods if all they had were "really tall kings" instead of interrogating how religious organisations provide both a place of healing and community to a wide range of people and also a place of horrific harm and abuse for a wide range of people?

[sillyturtleenjoyer]

nems from anemoia!tale by @bloobluee!! such a silly lad, bro radiates pure chill. not sure i quite got that here but he does look very dapper (and mildly scraped)

[lumiilys]

Dyou think that when Stede is sad or having a bad day he just stays quiet? The average person can’t tell he’s not doing good but Ed just knows. His jokes are less enthusiastic, he makes fewer silly comments, and he’s got this faraway look in his eyes. And Ed knows he’s gonna have to ask multiple times before he actually gets Stede to tell him what’s up cause Stede will always just go “yes I’m fine don’t worry just tired ☺️” at first. But eventually when whatever is bothering him comes out he’ll get to spend the rest of the day wrapped up in Ed’s arms.

[borealiszero]

'oh oswaldo schneider wouldn't even know him' this 'oh oswaldo schneider didn't even remember which planet he bombed' that SHUT UP. If i can be the last thing my coloniser sees when i killed him i will do it. To see boothill, a man from a planet that IPC calls 'backward and uncivilised' can rise up and kill his coloniser gives me immense energy and im manifesting it

[krono-knight]

Like A Weighted Blanket

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Word count: 669

Content warnings: Character losing time (it's played for comedy and caused by Magic Reasons, but I figured I should warn just in case)

Misc: Truth be told I've had this written for months by this point and just never bothered to post it, but I like it and figured hey why not! Plus all my other fics are between 5 and 75% percent done and I really just wanna post something already. Might put it on ao3 later who knows.

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“And it just keeps happening! I keep losing time when I’m in this place, I come in for half an hour and when I go back out again it's feakin’ 3 AM! I can’t be awake at 3 AM! I have a reputation to uphold!”

Joe looks around the place critically while Bdubs is talking: It’s a small, beautifully decorated cottage with Bdubs' signature building style written all over it. The walls are an expertly crafted gradient including everything from andesite to dead coral, the furniture is neat but detailed, and it all has a wonderful character and atmosphere to it.

It is also, most definitely, a Temporal Zone.

The weight of Time usually lays heavy on Joe's shoulders, like a familiar weighted blanket wrapped around him. It’s a comforting constant in his life, reminding him that no matter what he or anyone else does, Time still goes on. Stepping into this house is like tripping on a sharp stone and hearing the blanket tear, right down the middle. It’s still there, of course — you can never really escape Time — but now the weight is distributed unevenly, and it hangs half on and half off your back, dragging on the floor collecting dirt. It’s unnerving. It’s uncomfortable.

He tunes back into the world and realises that Bdubs is still talking. “—I went to X about it cause I thought, well it's a problem with the code right? so he can fix it! But he told me to see you for some reason so— Here! Fix it so I can sleep again!”

Joe does another spin around the room, just for good measure, and asks, “How long since you spoke to X about it?”

Bdubs grunts in that way he does when he's being overdramatica on purpose. “For me or for you?”

“Either.”

“Well for YOU it's been about a week, but for ME it happened two hours ago.”

Joe nods along, only half paying attention to what Bdubs is saying. In truth, he already knows what's happened; it's hard not to feel the frayed edges of Time against his mind. He knows what he has to do, so he goes towards where the tear is widest — near a window by happenstance — and sits down on the floor in one quick motion.

As Joe starts rummaging through his inventory, Bdubs keeps talking.

“What are you gonna do about it, anyway? I didn't think you were any good with code.”

“Oh, I don't touch that stuff. It clashes with my nature.”

Ignoring Bdubs’ confused stare, Joe pulls a needle and thread out from the fabric between space, carefully avoiding the fabric between Time as he does so. Best to not get those two mixed up, in his experience.

Bdubs is apparently still having trouble grasping the situation, because his eyes get somehow even wider and he asks, “What the heck, are you sewing?! The fabric of spacetime is warping around my house and you’re sewing?!”

“Fabric of Time,” Joe says.

“Huh?”

“The fabric of Time is warping around your house, no space. And actually, it's always warping around everything. What's happening now is more like the fabric of Time is tearing around your house in particular. It's very uncomfortable.”

Joe takes the threaded needle and closes his eyes, reaching, this time, for the fabric between Time. He feels around until he catches the edge of the tear, and then holds firm.

“You might want to leave for this bit, by the way. It gets a little weird.”

With his eyes closed, Joe can't see Bdubs' expression. But he can hear the exasperation in his voice regardless.

“You know what, sure! Fine! I'll see you in half an hour, and that half an hour better actually be half an hour this time, and— and not five minutes, or a month, or, or yesterday! Got it?”

And with that, Bdubs stomps out of his house, grumbling all the way down the hill.

Joe chuckles fondly, pierces through the fabric of Time, and pulls.

[hiyari8]

quickish practice covar featuring lily the animove from vocaloid

[topnotchquark]

We're back with some Boarding School AU. It's Cele/Bezz, but since it's from Cele's perspective he's also doing his own weird girl thing. It's technically fluff. Probably the longest thing I have written in this au. Enjoy! (Asks open, come and talk to me about it):

Cele got back to his dorm after the evening practice feeling like he could sleep for an eternity. He had mostly cooled off on his walk back from the field but still decided to take a quick shower. He was desperately hoping to squeeze in a quick nap before dinner. When he got to the showers he was surprised to see a throng of boys clamouring for the same 10 little cubicles at this odd hour. It took him a moment before he realised, it was the evening of the term's first Social.

Once or twice a term they let girls from the nearby sister school come over for an evening. Drab dance music would blare on the auditorium speakers with the playlist being strictly monitored by the most geriatric of teachers to ensure nary a spot of fun could be had. They would serve slop for dinner that was marginally better than the daily routine. Of course the whole point of the affair for everyone was to dodge the prying eyes of teachers, try and gain the attention of the girls, maybe have some real fun.

Luca had once jokingly told Cele that he thought they called it Socials because the boys were in desperate need of Socialization. Atleast Cele thought Luca was joking, given that he never stopped wearing his deadpan expression. At this moment though, looking the boys in the queue for the showers, Cele couldn't help but agree, the attempt at socialization was working. Some of these boys were in dire need of a good scrub and a strong deodrant.

Cele absent mindedly wondered, what it was like for the girls. All that preening for an evening, to watch boys make a fool of themselves.

When he got under the shower he was greeted by a dying supply of hot water, only 5 minutes or so before it ran out completely. He thought about his friends and how they were around girls. Franky had a girlfriend back home, they had been together a while. Mig too, though Cele wondered what his girlfriend thought of his antics. Pecco had one till last year, and he was painfully severe when the thing ended. Luca was purposely not dating, even though he easily could date any girl, because he wanted the nationals trophy and to maintain his perfect grades. And what about Bezz, the thought popped up in Cele's head, making his spine tingle in a way which had nothing to do with the rapidly cooling water. Bezz was good with girls. Bezz was good. Never made a fool out of himself and always made the girls laugh and always said the right things to them. Even the prettiest girls wanted to talk to Bezz.

Cele shut off the water and took a moment before drying himself off. Back in the dorm Cele's senses were assaulted with the potent smell of axe deodrant that the boys were attempting to soak themselves with. Cele fished out the nice clean hoodie from the back of his closet for the evening, a gift from his cousin. He thought he looked put together, and that will have to do. 

He spotted Pecco when he stepped outside and went over to talk to him. Pecco was in the middle of something, probably some last minute prefectorial duty handed to him.

"Want to help me take these fruit cups to the gymnasium?" Pecco asked when he spotted Cele, a small, fond smile appearing on his face almost immediately. 

"They got you doing that now Mr Headboy?" Cele asked playfully with the express aim of bothering Pecco.

"The mess staff asked for help okay, someone has to be nice to them so they let you buffoons tear through all the chicken at lunch"

"Right right fine. I'll help you."

Cele and Pecco moved in unison, carrying the boxes, only losing their balance once.

"Does your ankle feel better now?" Pecco asked, his eyebrows were raised, like they got when he was focusing on something.

"Yes. Much better. Doesn't hurt unless I twist it too much"

"Great then don't twist it too much. It's been two weeks right?"

"Mhmm" Cele nodded. The boxes were heavy, his arms felt a little sore.

"Who takes Biology for you? Mr. Romano?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I think he's siphoning money from the school."

"You think so?"

"I was in his lab, I needed somewhere quiet, he'd left his papers on the table. He's inflating the price of the equipment. Probably pocketing the difference along with some vendor."

"Honestly I don't think he wants to teach, the boys are marginally more excited to be in class than he is. How many more of these do we have to take to the mess, my arms are about to fall off." Cele whined to Pecco.

"One more trip to the mess, that's all, I promise" Pecco spoke in a reassuring tone. The one Cele was very aware of, because Pecco broke it out so often to deal with a hundred different issues in a day with countless people.

"Will you spend the entire evening chaperoning girls?" Cele asked.

"Nah not really. I'll escort them in and out but that's all. I haven't been asked to do too much this time, the teachers aren't roving mad this time" Pecco seemed relieved.

They finally delivered all the boxes and Pecco got called by someone. He left after affectionately ruffling Cele's hair.

Cele walked back to the boys residence and climbed up the staircase to go to Bezz and Luca's room. Bezz was sitting on his bed with his back to the headboard. He was dressed in some hoodie and he was wearing his nice shoes, the one's Cele knew he was very fond of. Luca greeted Cele with a quick nod, he was peering in his wardrobe and speaking to Bezz. By the sound of it, they were discussing basketball. Cele gently nudged Bezz and Bezz scooted to make space for Cele to sit.

"What's up" Bezz asked Cele, the length of his body was pressed up against Cele and he could feel it's warmth.

"I was helping Pecco" Cele replied.

"With?"

"We needed to take some things up to the mess"

"It's good he does the hardwork of keeping up appearances with the mess folks, ensures that the team gets to eat properly" Luca added.

"Mhmm" Cele agreed.

"He's a sweetheart" Bezz says in an exaggerated manner to make them laugh and Luca just rolls his eyes at him. 

"Should we go?" Cele asked.

"We've planned a little detour" Bezz told Cele with a michevious edge to his voice. 

"There's no we, you planned it I'm just coming along" Luca clarified firmly. He had finished dressing up.

"You can say that all you want but if we get caught the punishment is the same" Bezz retorted, his voice sounded like he was having fun with annoying Luca.

"You better hope we don't get caught, for your sake. I'll whack you before they can present us before the disciplinary committee" Luca said while putting on his shoes. Cele liked that Luca looked good in his clothes without much effort. Neat and put together without thinking too much. 

"What are you planning to do?" Cele looked at Bezz and asked.

"Nothing, just a little fun. Exchanging some goods with some girls" Bezz replied non chalantly. 

"How did you manage to sneak in alcohol?" Cele asked. He wasn't exactly surprised, Bezz was good at these things, but this was still quite something.

"You talk like it's difficult" Bezz said as he got up.

They walked downstairs and saw the warden on the porch, Luca nodded to Bezz and went over and engaged him in polite conversation. Bezz hooked his arm with Cele and dragged him ahead. They quickly scuttled to the woods and slowed down a little to navigate in the dimming sunlight.

Cele asked Bezz what was going on and Bezz showed him a small bottle of some cheap whiskey in his hoodie pocket. 

They moved over to a clearing that has a little light. Bezz told Cele they would have to wait for a bit, he found some place and sat down. Cele was still standing and looking around but Bezz reached up and gently took Cele's hand and tugged it down, beckoning him. Cele sat down with a bit of an audible huff and Bezz laughed and smacked his back. Cele relished the feeling of Bezz's hand on his back, he wanted it to stay there longer. 

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this, promise it won't be long." Bezz said, and nuzzled his face in Cele shoulder.

"No that's fine Marco, I'm just hungry. Do you reckon they will have something decent to eat today?"

"Same old same old. I did see them wheeling in pastries though, so you can cheer up" Bezz said while locking arms with Cele.

"They do?!" Cele brightened up.

"Yeah, your favourite." Bezz gave out an affectionate laugh and leaned into him a little more.

"Yeah, wish I could have more than one though" Cele muttered with some wistfulness. 

Before they could continue to talk about the highly regulated sugar ration at the school they heard some footsteps.

Luca appeared with two girls in tow. The girls looked alert, eyes that darted around, dressed in pretty skirts, some sort of glittery powder on their eyelids that gave Cele the appearance of beautiful bugs. Luca was making conversation with one girl.

Bezz got up and helped Cele on his feet.

"Right, you have it?" Bezz asked the girl who was quiet.

"Do you have it?" She retorted, her voice an attempt to remain confident in an unfamiliar situation.

"Yeah of course" Bezz pulled out the bottle of whiskey and gave it to the girl. She reached into her bag and pulled out a ziploc bag with 3 joints in it and gave it to Bezz who inspected them for a second. She looked over at her friend who bent down and took out a few small bottles of coca cola from her bag. The other girl kept excitedly talking to Luca through the process, seemed to be about their physics syllabus but Cele couldn't tell very well. They got to work unscrewing the bottles, pouring out some of it into a cup and dividing the alcohol between the small bottles. They rescrewed the caps back on tight to make it look harmless and innocent in case they were caught roaming around. 

Bezz meanwhile had lit a joint. He took one drag and offered some to Cele. Cele took one puff and immediately burst into a coughing fit. Luca and Bezz quickly rubbed his back and plied him with some coke borrowed from the girls to make sure he didn't draw anymore attention to him. 

The girls left with Luca who Cele supposed was showing them the way around and they decided to head out too. Bezz carefully extinguished the joint he was smoking and placed it back in the Ziploc baggy. 

Once they were out of the woods and close to the auditorium, Cele could hear the thrum of the music. Some regular old pop stuff. Bezz told him he will be back soon, he just needed to go back and hide the joints. 

Cele nodded, he could hear his stomach growling. He was famished. Before he could make it to the auditorium, he heard someone call out his name. It was Andrea from the other house.

"Vietti, what are you doing" he enquired demandingly.

"Uh nothing" Cele could sense danger.

"I need you to do me in a favour" Andrea said in a voice that very much lacked the courtesy required to ask for a favour.

"I need you in front of the room B-207 in 5 minutes" Andrea practically barked.

"Why"

"Don't ask too many questions man it's just a thing"

"Right right. I'll go." Cele said in a resigned voice.

There wasn't much use to protest. The older boys broke in the younger ones by getting them to do petty labour for them. 

Cele found his way into the other boys residence. He located the room, which was locked. Cele paced around waiting for the Andrea, who showed up a while later with a girl. Andrea gave him explicit instructions to alert him in case he heard anyone come in. Andrea also threw in a threat to beat Cele up if he tried to listen, which Cele didn't need, he had no interest in listening to anything. He sat at the door and began his watch. Cele wished he had carried a book with him, or atleast ate something before he was made to do this because his somach couldn't stop making noises.

A long time passed before Andrea and his girlfriend emerged from the room, and Andrea immediately instructed him to make sure the path is clear. By the time Cele finally got out the evening was already dying out. There were still some people dancing. He noticed some of the girls had those little bottles they were taking innocent seeming sips from. The food was almost gone, the pastries were definitely all gone. All that was left were the sandwiches that nobody wanted to eat. Cele still took one and nibbled on it sadly, he hoped he could trick his mind into thinking of it as tastier somehow.

The girls were about to get rounded up and taken back so Cele comes back to his residence. He skipped the dorms and jumped out from a window to squeeze himself on the tiny balcony that nobody visited. There was a small corner he tucked himself into that didn't get much draft. He liked to sit there when he wanted to be alone and look at the thicket of poplar trees in the distance. He felt sad, and cold, and hungry. He was there for twenty minutes or so, contemplating leaving and going to sleep hungry when Bezz jumped in through the window.

"What are you doing here" Cele asked, surprised.

"I was looking for you" Bezz replied with a smile.

"How did you know I would be here?"

"I know you come here sometimes, you said it's a good place to hide" Bezz responded innocently.

"You remembered" Cele was overwhelmed.

"Yeah" Bezz says with a slow smile.

"Sit down, come"

Bezz sat next to him, the balcony was small and it pushed them together. Cele was glad for the warmth Bezz's form next to him provided. 

"Andrea kept you for long?" Bezz asked.

Cele noded.

"Didn't eat?"

Cele shakes his head.

"Well lucky for you...." Bezz said with a bit of a flourish and produced a box and handed it to Cele. 

Inside it were two frosted pastries.

Cele lit up and immediately took dug in. When he looked up Bezz had a self satisfied grin watching him eat. He made his way through some of it and kept the rest away. Cele looked up at Bezz to say thank you and Bezz wordlessly used his hoodie sleeve to wipe away a smidgen of cream at the corner of his mouth, holding his face gently in the process.

"Did you like the it?" Bezz asked with genuine childlike anticipation in his voice.

Cele responded with a yes and Bezz kissed his temple quickly, and linked their arms together.

Cele settled down and rested his head on Bezz's shoulder thinking about how he could stay here maybe a bit longer. 

[silkpages]

The Regency, Social Class and Star Crossed Lovers

I have been obsessed with the regency period lately and I guess it's stemmed from watching the 1995 version of Pride and Prejudice and kind of spiralled on from there. Because of this though, I've been thinking a lot specifically about the class dynamics and just how prevalent they were in every aspect of life, as well as the strict social norms and how having this image of decency and respectability was so so important, especially for women, whose chances of social ruin were far likelier than a man's. Where I'm going with this is that I can't help thinking the Regency era is already such a great setting for forbidden or star-crossed lovers, but if you zoom in on social class and etiquette, it's especially perfect for pairings with a status imbalance (not quite power imbalance because I don't think that's accurate: the couple itself might be healthy and view each other as equals, but socially they're on completely different wavelengths).

Just imagine falling in love with someone of a lower status than you, let's say an honourable and hardworking young man that occasionally calls on your father alongside his own. You've seen him steadily over the years but it's only recently that you've noticed how his kindness to you has become a mild affection - that you return in full. Soon, his hallway pleasantries become something much more, and you dare to inquire into his family, education and whatever else you can in a way that extends beyond civility. His visits become more frequent and you flush at the thought that he now comes by for you. It's one night whilst you're preparing to sleep that you realise this girlish daydream of yours has transformed into this genuine care for him, and while that realisation would render anyone else happy, it only makes you frown. You know he would be able to make you happy, but he has no estate, works in trade and has certainly not enough money to placate your family. Maybe things would be different if your dowry were bigger and could help support the both of you in a new life. Maybe things would be fine if your family were less concerned with clutching onto gentility and accepted change graciously. But as that's not the case, there is hardly anything you can do but continue your brief conversations on his visits to your father and share a dance at the local assembly. Perhaps two if you wait until enough time passes so that nobody notices. But you wouldn't dream of sharing a third, no. Not if you don't want to ruin yourself and your family socially.

Or perhaps you're a milliner's daughter working one quiet day when suddenly a gentleman approaches from outside. He's new in town, you learn, and he's asking for directions to someplace or another, but before you know it, you've both lost train of the conversation and are laughing about the differences between the city and the country. You don't think much of it when he returns another day, this time to actually purchase a hat, but once again you fall into easy conversation with him. This happens again and again and before you know it, you're both deeply in love. You know there's no chance you can both be together, at least not in any way society approves of, but you delude yourself into thinking it's a light-hearted flirtation that you'll both grow out of soon enough. But your delusion wears off once you realise your talks in the shop, your early morning walks and meetings by the flower field have become the things you most look forward to, and that you cannot bare to go without them, without him.

My thoughts ran away with this idea but the more I think about it, the more perfect I think this era would be for these kind of couples. You could argue any historical era would work for this but imo the Regency is perfect because: 1) it's the Regency era. 2) I think it would be really interesting to explore class and social relations in such a loved period of time especially since it coincided with the Romantic movement. 3) I feel like things were still pretty feudalist in most periods before this time (ofc not all but again it's the Regency, why wouldn't you pick it?) whereas there's more possibility for social mobility growing here and I think this idea of hope and growth versus old ideas about class relations is so so interesting to explore, 4) especially when you can use this landscape of hope and the possibility of your couple getting together to create an excellent tragedy! (I'm joking on the last point ... unless 👀).

But yeahh, I had so much fun with this and I feel like since I'm enjoying getting back into writing fanfic I might just write my own historical AUs for my favourite ships and go crazy over them.

[ofmermaidstories]

@chthonianqueen93 uploaded the first chapter of the podfic version of surrender and i wanted to make some art for it. 😭 i like pretending im a graphic designer. 😌 but anyways making these was fun bc a) it gave me a lil break away from writing and b) it made me realise how much i wanna make stuff for other fics by other people lmaoooo. (so i can play at being a graphic designer more hehe)

[moviesstoriesandbooks]

To people who don't know what happened :

Basically another chat got leaked between what seems to be Build and someone else , where he's seen asking for money multiple times , and cursing people who exposed his old problematic tweets on twitter , being homophobic (as a joke 🙁) and other things among many.

As any sane person would think , i also had doubts about the authenticity of the texts and all , but then everyone basically unfollowed him on Instagram and build also tweeted an apology.

Apology confirms that those are genuine right??

He genuinely badmouthed his costars who were there working their asses off for a show that got cancelled once and had to begin production again.

Like , he does not seem like a good coworker , all things considered. And he's so much trouble to the company as a whole , which has pretty ungrateful fans following it's artists.

(idk some tweets just make me go , it's a tough industry . They're atleast still getting work from a show that's been done airing for a year and with no hope of season 2 . They can't create work , but they're still doing very well for a smallass company)

I initially read his fans' responses which were along the lines of "if your texts with your bestie leaks then will you be safe?"

And although that's a very .... Erm ... creative way to view things , I don't think that's barely enough here.

He was badmouthing basically apo , jeff and barcode, and nodt and mile(?) I'm unclear on the details. I get that you may be angry at your coworkers , there may be squabbles but that's not what this was about?? Jeffbarcode were accused of being boc's favourites (??????) and had more pictures taken than everyone else(??????????????) They had like 15 mins of screentime. What is this man on about?

I just straight up don't trust this man anymore.

I don't care about his story. He's so much trouble than he's worth and every day there's something up with him.

[goldenpinof]

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[esteemed-excellency]

OC Ships List:

Hiram x The Quiet Deviless: they started as an excuse to draw cool outfits and look how far they've come. They live rent free in my head and I'm rotating them at lightspeed velocity. Sweet, romantic and a bit obsessive, but all in all very lovey dovey. Extremely scandalous in the eyes of polite society given their tendency for PDA, and a predictable affair if you ask anyone who personally knows Hiram. More about them here and here.

Hiram x Captain Dargor (@thunder-threnodies): fellow associates to friends to lovers to estranged acquaintances to distrustful collaborators to accomplices to friends again to lovers once more to partners to old married couple. What if you lose the person you trust the most? What if you meet them again after a decade, only to realise you both have been irremediably changed by your respective obsessions? What if you choose to keep trusting that person regardless of their changes, and despite their choices? The Narrative did a number on them but they just kept going until they found each other again. Soulful guy who is very tired of life x soulless guy who can't get enough of it. Sensucht x Streben. Immovable Object x Unstoppable Force. More about them here and here.

Hiram x Captain Snipsnop (@that-fella-snipsnop): old pals. Crazy partygoers. Senior citizens on the loose. Listener x infodumper. Amnesiac x eidetiker. Chaotic x chaotic. Research buddies. They enable each other's weirdness. The loveliest old man you will ever meet x the most annoying bastard you will ever interact with. Pov you want to avoid your correspondence class because sometimes the professor is a bit too sinister even for Benthic standards. You apply for an apprenticeship with the nice old captain who seems very sweet and a little out of place at the University. You end up on a dirigible witnessing The Horrors on the Roof. Poor Edward is there. The nice old captain just stole Poor Edward's zeppelin. Why is this happening. You manage to get back to London alive. You decide to attend a party to try and forget about the week you just had. The creepy correspondence professor and the old captain from your Roof adventure are there. Together. They're chugging absinthe shots. What the hell.

Hiram x Giorgione (@that-giorgione): Friends? Enemies? Something else? Something more? Who knows. Guy who owns the entire city x guy who knows every single person in town. They courteously exchange business plans. They politely sit through the same board meetings. They keep sending each other assassins. They keep having lunch together. They undermine each other's affairs. They keep sharing wine. The weirdest business associates situation you've ever witnessed. Guy who can't forget (affectionate) x guy who can't forget (derogatory).

Hiram x Virginia: The funniest crack ship imaginable to me. They had a thing almost 40 years ago and they're both cringed about it. Why are they even talking again. They always end up owing each other favours. They're building a railway. They despise each other. They know each other too well. They both think building the railway wouldn't be as fun without the other. They won't ever admit it. They would love to never meet again. They would love to keep pestering each other forever. Acquaintances (neutral) to lovers (cringe) to enemies to allies to acquaintances (derogatory) to enemies again to whatever is going on with the railway board meetings. Passive aggressiveness champions. Nuisance x nuisance. They're both so annoying god bles.

[the-final-high-noon-rings]

for day 3 of mechanisms women's week! relationships/self

haven't written in. a bit (<-read: a year) but i really like writing and i thought one of the days this week would be good for it! i love cinders. type of woman who has no problems at all. here she meets a rose red for the first time. surely this will not go horribly (it doesn't)

@mechanismswomensweek