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HYUN-JU
male reader, reader is a college student, talks of dysphoria, hyun-ju's past, reader doesn't know hyun ju's trans, pining/being smitten, death, crying, scuicidal thoughts, im in love with this woman.
note: i am not trans, im a cis dude. if i ever get something wrong or offensive and you're trans just let me know and i'll fix it. Also I saw something where someone said gyeong-seok probably just thought hyun ju was a cis woman who had a really deep voice and i thought it was funny.
You had been lucky to pass the first game. You were scared out of your mind, and the small group you made from the first few games had died. It was terrible, you had no one. It's surprising how despite everyone being in the same situationâ you found no more comfort.
But there was this girl you had seen. She had shoulder length hair, and earrings that truly just suit her. She was really pretty, you wanted to talk to her yet she was always with her own group.
Yet this time, she wasn't. She was just by herself for a moment, was she thinking to herself? Maybe you should talk to her? No, that's a bad idea. Okay, but what else was there to do? You might die without talking to the woman of your dreams.
Mustering up the little courage you had, you went over to her. Hands sweaty the closer you got to her. You wiped it on your slightly blood stained uniform, feeling even more icky realizing you were bloody.
Getting closer to her, you sat on a mattress. Shit, what now? You cleared your throat, "H..hi." you felt like you were back in highschool. Mouth dry as if you were talking to your fist crush. She looked over to you, a small smile on her curious face. "Hi."
She spoke to you, holy crap she spoke to you.
"How uhâ how are you?" You stuttered.
But before she could answer you shook your head, blurting for her not to answer that stupid question. Jesus your face was burning up, felt like you had a fever.
"I'm sorry," You were able to get that out. "This is dumb, I just thought you were really pretty and.." She hadn't broken eye contact with you, but you could barely look at her. "In a situation like this it's pretty weird to say something like that to someone isn't it?"
"You think I'm pretty?"
You shut your mouth, looking at her oddly. "Yeah..of course i do. Do you not think so?" She scoffed, thinking you were joking. She had just gotten called beautiful by young-mi, and she believed it she truly did. But hearing it from someone she barely knew? Made her feel like crying again.
"I have been called a lot of things, yet not pretty. I only expected to be called pretty after my transition." That was where you made another face more confused than before. "Transition?" Your voice spoke with genuine confusion.
She raised her eyebrow at you, then rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that. I know you can tell." You really couldn't. There was nothing you had against transgender people at all, but it doesn't change the fact you couldn't tell.
"I really wasn't aware, was that offensive to you?" She stared at you for a moment, bursting out laughing after a while and earning some stares. "My voice? Even hearing me, you weren't aware?" You shook your head and shrugged.
"I just thought you had a naturally deep voice." Oh you were making her feel so much better, even if you didn't know it. She couldn't stop laughing, grabbing onto your shoulder as a touch of affection. It made you smile and laugh with her, your own hand touching hers to reciprocate.
The two of you had deeper talks over time until the next game. She told you what you guessed she told the others, about her plan on what to do with the money, how she had others distance themselves from her when she told them she felt like a woman. It made you feel bad, but you were happy she was telling you this because it felt like you had known each other for so long.
You wished it lasted longer
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"Six." The moment it was spoke, you had been pulled by hyun ju. It was a habit she was making, always grabbing you the moment the she heard the number. But this time, she made a mistake. She realized last minute young-mi was too behind.
She panicked, no one else seemed to have room and it was a moment of time before she absolutely had to close the door.
Hyun ju's grip stayed on you, it seemed to get tighter the more stressed she got. Young mi was just a kid, she deserved to live on.
"10, 9, 8,"
You only had so much time to decide. You yanked yourself from hyun ju's grip, and she instantly gave you a look as if you were stupid. "What are you doing?" She wanted to save you both, but you knew that wasn't possible.
You didn't speak, only letting your lips touch hers quickly, yet you stayed as long as you could. Even in death you would always remember her lips, they trembled against yours, confused, yet wanting and needing more. You let yourself run out, pushing the girl inside. "1."
It was done, and there was nothing that could be done. You heard the yell of her voice, panicking and shaking the door trying to get it to open. "No, no, unlock the door! God damn it!"
"I love you." She stopped, looking at you in your eyes. You were scared too, crying even. You didn't want to die, and she knew it. She was so deeply in love with someone she only knew for a few hours, but it felt like years. She needed you, she wanted you to live. Get to know you better when this was all over, maybe even go further if it could!
She couldn't even say it back while you were conscious. The life left your eyes, and your body fell. "No.." she was in disbelief. No, you weren't dead.
"Please, please, I love you too.." She couldn't be upset at anyone, she couldn't even stand on her own two feet.
"Unnie." Arms wrapped around her, "Come on..you have to get up..the next round." She didn't want to play anymore, she didn't feel like she could. If only it was her, she could have at least had hope for you and young-mi.
Damn it
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Defending @lil-liaa
I usually donât post in this blog cause i have other ones but i donât think this is being fair, me and Lia have been moots for a year and I have seen all her work over the years, I don't know a more creative person than her and I have been with her while she makes her moodboards by call and it is simply impressive the hours she invests in doing it, today I She wrote so devastated and we made a call talking, she has worked on this for so long, I remember how excited she was when she reached 1k, what I mean is that her community and her blog are very important to her, these people are accusing her because three Posts are similar to those of other blogs and that seems stupid to me since you have not even seen her other posts to know if she really makes an effort or not, Lia has made collages, dividers, banners, and a lot of other things, to she is really passionate about digital art and the only time she left her blog was because of the loss of a loved one and the truth is I don't care how many people are going to believe me after this post I just want them to leave her alone, here I am attaching some evidence...
This doesnât even have so much in common just a three pics, in case you donât know how moodboards are made, 2 or more colors are taken as a base and the images that best match the tones are searched on Pinterest, not only what she "copied" are just two photos but she also made a divider and a collage
Hereâs just pinterest pics (proofs that are from pinterest in keep reading) and again i saw a lot of rude comments towards her that so unfair and hurt feelings cause considering how long Lia has been on her blog it's like invalidating all her hard work!!
In this post she even clarify that the divider isnât made by her but the collage it is, also itâs just 2 pics that are similar!
This pictures are from pinterest, everyone can use it!
People bullying her
This doesn't just happen on the internet, but in real life, one of Lia's moots simply republished the post where they accused her of copying, she asked him/her why he/her did it so quickly, If they were supposed to be moots, if someone betrays you so quickly without questioning anything, they were never your friend and instead of responding privately she/him made a post just to make her/him moots laugh and the comments are gross, my god it's disgusting, this is directly bullying, if you are a thinking person and if you have ever had some kind of link you should try to talk something privately instead of calling the crazy girl and tagging all your moots so they can laugh, the worst thing is that you can tell that this girl only wants interaction because when she and Lia were chatting she threatened Lia with blocking her but then when Lia blocked her she made another post like "she blocked me" it's like, besides being a treacherous rat you can't have the decency to talk to her about it, Lia has been so nice to everyone but after all, this is where you can see who the ones who truly supported her are, and not the fake friends.
I'm not going to censor his/her username, he deserves it, tumblr is as much as real life, the importance of moots is like friends in real life, because if you want you can just harass someone and all your friends will laugh without question anything.
Also, Lia has a tutorial of a lot of things that she made! If she knows how to do it, why would she steal or copy from other blogs?
She has tutorials of gifs, texts, banners, etc, if she really stole and copy, why she knows how to do it by herself?, and if she knows how to do it by herself she doesnât even need to stole!
LIKE SHE DIDNâT CARE?! Sorry but this is so wrong, i can tell that, SHE CARES, all these people who are making posts mocking her and calling her crazy because according to them she "copied" three measly posts, when if I were in her place and all my years of work were at stake I would also act like a crazy person because it's worth it, here it is demonstrated clearly her hypocrisy, if Lia wants to defend all her hard work or defend herself from bullying by blocking you she is crazy but if she makes a post explaining everything it seems like she doesn't care, this frustrates me so much
Here more evidence of Liaâs drafts
youtube
Just a few of her drafts
And last but not least I want to give credit to Lia's great work these years, so you can see that there is a true artist behind all this nonsense controversy, here are some of her moodboards, my personal favorites that I can't imagine how much time it would have taken
Extra: âLia we know itâs youâ Donât acuse me of being Lia, iâm just a real friend
Evidence: Contact of Lia and me
Hi guys, it's come to my attention that someone in the moodboard community known as lil-liaa has been copying / taking heavy "inspo" from other creators like @y-unjins and @iluvrei view more for more info + evidence + my opinions on the whole situation
before i start, i'm not trying to run lil-liaa off the platform nor am i trying to stur up drama, this is just to bring light to the situation as not many people know and many people (including myself) defended her when this first happened, i also want liia to realize that what she's doing isn't right and that she shouldn't just brush off "accusations" like these when there is evidence.
proofs
you can see the similarities as lil-liaa used 3 of the exact same pics as iluvrei's including one edited by the original creator without adding credits to the post.
2nd
here you can instantly tell that the moodboard was copied (lil-liaas on the right being an exact replica of y-unjins), only changing 2 pics excluding the idol change and
3rd / last
lastly, you can see how one lia used the exact same divider (+ didnt give creds), two she uses the same images not only in the moodboard but also in her gif (same pics from y-unjins moodboard including the png)
now, lil-liaa was sent multiple anonymous ask from last year and one recently accusing her of stealing moodboards, although a lot of people defended her last year including me due to the ask having no sorts of proof of moodboards being stolen and no one else speaking on it but now the recent ask she has received included proof and her response to it was very (in my opinion) rude and just sounded like she didn't care.
in my opinion, i don't believe this was just a draft she had premade and i don't believe she somehow got the same exact photos from y-unjins moodboard recommended, i believe since this isnt the first accusation and now there's proof of this i believe she has been copying moodboards since last year when she was accused. i don't believe lil-liaa cares about this, the fact she's stealing from other creators and when she gets called out for it she pushes it off with the same excuses
tags
@miujo @rkkuri @lvioung @ciestial @aeraras @sugarish @gyareii @i-kyujin @daddldee @i-mmaculatus @haerinism @chaeryeos @bloomqi @h-yeoni @p-oisn @bitchey @yeritos @yonkiibums @y-vna @y-urios @fairytopea @shuaver @yeoniis
#Youtube#kpop moodboard#lil-liaa#kpop aesthetic#kpop gg#danielle moodboard#bylilliaa#moodboardcommunity#clean moodboard#new jeans#kpop moots#twice moodboard
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Winters Protection
Pairing - Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Summary - When Alexander Piece's daughter begins to rebel, he assigns The Winter Solider as her personal bodyguard. Warnings - Mentions of violence and death
A/n - I haven't uploaded to tumblr for a long while, but I hope you still enjoy this, I'm likely to make a part two as well! Also happy new year all!
Masterlist
It had become a game. One of which you were known to win far too often. Slipping away from the security detail when they were too busy smoking a cigarette outside, running across the bustling streets of nighttime Brooklyn as you and your friends headed to some niche bar they wouldn't find you. Maybe you had been stupid to think you could continue to get away with it without your father finding out.
It almost should have been expected that night. The early morning sun cast across your rustic, downtown apartment as your intoxicated self stumbled with the key. When you pushed the door open, dark figures stared back at you. Only personalised when you switched at the light and found your father sitting with a class of neat whisky at the breakfast bar. Stood behind him was a broad-shouldered man. One of which you had to assume was another bodyguard. Until your gaze flickered down to the metallic shine of his left arm: The Winter Solider.
Your focus turned to your father first. "Dad?" His name left your tongue with uncertainty as you drew closer into your own home. "What is this?"
He was slow, unusually calm considering the situation. You had been through this enough to know that meant he was truly mad. A part of you wondered if he was about to let his pet loose on you, teach you a lesson you wouldn't forget. "You we're out, all night, no bodyguards, doing god knows what with who knows. I come to learn this is-" He takes a sharp inhale as to calm his furious tone. "This is happening every single weekend. How stupid are you, little girl?"
You kept quiet as he stepped from his seat, downing the rest of the whisky from the expensive glass. "You can't be trusted, do you understand?"
"Look, Dad, I just wanted-"
A harsh throw. Then a clash. Glass flying left, right and center. Your breath caught in your throat before you could even feel the blood dripping from your cheek. But you weren't worried about your torn skin, but rather the thousand-pound glass he had let shatter without a second thought.
"You are in no position to speak back, right now." You kept your lips sealed and your eyes dry despite the tears which fought to escape. "It's become evident to me you have no desire for your own safety. You are naive enough to flaunt around this city in your short little skirts with no concern for our enemies. If you weren't family, you would be dead." Such a phrase echoed across your mind, sure to keep you awake.
"So, now, you have him." He wandered around to where the Winter Solider had yet to move from, his eyes dark and brooding. "24/7, ensure you don't do anything stupid again."
You rushed up, panic in your eyes. 24/7. No more nights that swept into the morning. No more privacy. Nothing. "Please, I'll stop, I'll be more careful. I'll stop ditching the security detail. But I don't need your science project to look after me."
He stared down. For a moment you thought he might throw something else at the wall. Luckily, he wasn't holding onto anything anymore. "It's too late for that." His gaze turned to the man. "Clean it up."
In an instant, the soldier was moving. Gathering the glass in his bare hands from the floor. A hand fell on your bleeding cheek, forcing you to face your father. "I do this because I love you." Though, you found such hard to believe.
A breath of relief fell from your lips which his touch left your skin. Your eyes not moving to the floor as you listened to the door open and then shut, leaving you under the protection of the Winter Solider. It was in that moment, your body gave in. Tears flooded from your eyes, your knees shook and you forced your body onto the sofa. The distant sound of glass in the background not stopping your hands from meeting your face.
You hadn't been sure how long had passed. Only that when you uncovered your face from your hands, the soldier was facing you with a first aid kit. You watched him carefully as he took out a wipe and some stitches. The wipe hit your wound with a sting that lingered. Enough to cause your hand to grip his wrist, forcing him to a stop. "I've got it." You grumbled, taking the supplies for yourself.
He was still silent. A nod of recognition before he continued to clean the floor. You were left to your tears, cleaning the wound and forcing your body through the pain. You had no care for the man, barely such, that you left in your kitchen that night. From the stories you had heard, you should have been more concerned about the monster cleaning up broken glass. Yet, he now served to protect you - as much as it pissed you off.
You somehow found yourself soundly sleeping off the argument, the intoxication and the pain. No worries for the man, no hospitality. You hadn't even wandered where he slept. However, you had questioned whether he did need sleep. The Winter Solider seemed almost robotic. He obeyed orders from the highest command. Even if that meant being stuck in Alexander Pierce's eldest daughter's apartment, ensuring she wasn't going to sneak out.
It confused your senses when you awoke to the smell of food. The distant sound of the cooker crackling. It pulled you out of bed, in nothing but an oversized t-shirt to find the soldier cooking breakfast rather than pulling men in half. "What- erm" You wiped your tired eyes. "What are you doing?"
He didn't even look away when he answered, "Orders."
"And they are?"
He severed up the simple plate of scrambled eggs on toast before turning to you, plate in hand. "Care for you, ensure your safety, whatever means necessary."
With a furrowed brow, you took the plate. You couldn't deny the smell was inviting. "And that includes cooking me breakfast?"
"A night of intoxication. Carbs help." He informed.
Despite your confusion, you sat at the breakfast bar and began eating, trying to ignore the murderer who stood across from you. Only a moment passed before he spoke up, "Where is the bathroom?"
You pointed up, "First door on the left." And you watched, even more confused as the man's back turned to you, disappearing up the stairs. It only took a minute before the sound of the shower could be heard; guess your father wasn't lying about the 24/7 bodyguard.
It had yet to hit you how much your life truly was about to change until later on. As was usual, you were ready to head into town. Not for a bar-hopping trip, or a late-night date, just coffee with a friend. Something simple, something that your father once deemed safe. Yet as you headed for your front door, walking right passed the soldier, he stood. His voice forcing you to look from your phone screen, "Where are you going?"
You had been so close to slipping away. "Out." Your words were followed with a shrug. "I'll not be long."
In between the time of responding to the message and looking back again, the winter solider had acquired a leather jacket and a pair of gloves. "You don't have to come with me. I'm just meeting a friend." You almost laughed at the thought of needing a bodyguard for coffee.
"It's orders." He repeated.
You should have expected this from my dad. "Really? I'll be safe, alright?"
"If you want to request me to not join, you're going to have to call pierc- your father."
You dreaded nothing more in that moment. You knew what his answer would be. Some long, metaphoric lecture, and you'd still be faced with the answer of no. "Fine, just erm-" You looked him over. "Be subtle, please."
He nodded before trailing behind you as you headed out onto the streets of Brooklyn. A few eyes followed you and the brooding man who didn't leave your side, didn't speak, yet seemed like he was awaiting something. Ready to pounce at any sign of danger. He wasn't like any of your past bodyguards. He wasn't scrolling through hinge in the meantime, nor was he yearning for a cigarette. He was here for a job and it seemed as if nothing was going to stop him.
By the time you reached the quaint coffee shop, you spotted your friend already sipping a brewing drink in the window. A smile grazed your lips as you looked back at the soldier. "You're not coming in are you?"
The expression you faced suggested you had no choice, "It's-"
"Order. Yeah, I get it." You finished for the man before a sigh fell from your lips as you pulled at the door. "Just, maybe sit a few tables away from us, please?" You begged and such was responded with nothing but a silent nod.
"Finally!" Called your friend as she stood from the wooden table, her eyes still lingering over the muscular man at your side. "And who is this?" She was seconds away from laying her hands around his biceps.
"New security detail." You answered with nothing but a stern expression.
Her brow raised, "To watch over you while we get coffee and talk shit?" Even she seemed to find it laughable. She was used to joining their nights out with unknown men looking out for you. But this was different, it was a whole lot more intense. And, quite frankly, getting on your nerves.
"Let's just say my dad got tired of me ditching my bodyguards, he's trying to teach me a lesson, it won't last long." Or so you liked to tell yourself. Your head snapped back round to the soldier as you continued, "But he's not going to sit with us." It was as if he needed a reminder.
The soldier stared only at yourself. A stern nod before he wandered towards a distant table, still with a good view of yourself. However, it was good enough for you as you followed your friend towards the spot she had been keeping warm. "He seems...quiet." Your friend put politely.
You looked over your shoulder, already meeting his gaze as if it was glued to your figure. It faulted your smile as you gazed back to your friend, "He's one of my dad's projects." And projects was putting it nicely. You didn't know everything, but you knew enough. The man who was sworn to protect you, was a killer, blood red hands, and a list of victims to follow.
"Not one you can ditch then?" There was a hit of mischief in her eyes. It seemed to have become a tradition that any club nights had to have the thrill of running away. Now, it seemed less as a thrill and more of a danger.
"No, not really." You answered with a sigh to her disappointment.
And so as the conversation swiftly returned to the mundane gossip, you couldn't help but feel the need to look over your shoulder. You thought with the presence of a bodyguard that need would dissipate. Instead, you couldn't help but worry about what your new bodyguard was truly capable of. And how much you were going to see while he was assigned to your safety.
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This may be an odd request, but if you are into it, can I request headcanons of Smiley, Helen, and Jason (or characters you want to write) where their partner (reader) dies in front of them on a mission of something, but somehow and for some reason, time gets reversed to start at the beginning of the day, so their partner is alive and sleeping on their bed. Please and thank you!
I sort of imagined it as them going to sleep at the end of the day and waking up and it's the previous day, I hope that's okay <3 This request also made me remember Helen and his heart jar for his dead s/o so we're just gonna pretend that doesn't happen this time :p
This got so long I'm sorry I'm posting this so late-
Smiley:
He was never made for field work, with his preference for medical assistance at the mansion he was never meant to be standing out there in the field. He was never meant to watch you take that fatal injury, to do everything he could to save you out in the woods surrounding you and fail so miserably at it, much to his extreme distress. The following hours before he'd eventually passed out at his medical table had been a mash of absolute pain and misery, feelings he'd assumed he'd be waking up to once more the following morning, but instead, he was met with your beautiful face smiling at him. He'd thought he'd died himself for a moment, after all, he hadn't fallen asleep in bed, but here you are beside him, just as snug as you were the previous morning. It doesn't take long for him to realize what's happened, and Smiley isn't going to waste the chance before him. He's quick to come up with some bullshit but believable reason about why you can't go out on the mission you're meant to, citing doctor's orders and him needing to monitor a concern that came up on a pre-mission health check.
Nobody questions him, although you're left quite concerned by his actions. Nobody else can see it, but you can see the tenseness of his body, his eyes darting about anxiously, the heavy beating of his heart. You can tell he's worried about something, but he won't tell you what it is, he simply can't. He can't bring himself to admit what he saw, what he experienced, not when it's still too fresh in his mind. Perhaps he'll tell you later, but for now, he instead chooses to seek comfort in the fact that by the time the two of you go to bed that night, you're still safe and sound in his arms, just as you are the following, brand new morning, and nothing else other than that matters. It takes far longer than he thought to tell you what truly happened that day, why he refused to let you go on the mission, years down the line, and it's only with your comfort and love for him at that time that allows him to truly grieve and let go of those horrible memories. Suddenly all those days of him being more concerned about you going on missions makes sense, and you apologize for ever questioning his judgment or doubting him, promising to always come home safe to him, just as he does for you.
Jason:
The scream leaving his throat feels as though it should rip it apart, just as he feels like he's being ripped apart at the sight of your dying body crashing to the ground. Jason can barely tell what's happening in the next few hours, between trying desperately to resuscitate you, weeping for your death, and the others trying to keep him from doing something drastic. He barely realizes when he's falling asleep, his mechanical body simply powering off due to overcharge of his emotions, and when he awakes the next morning, he can't help but immediately begin sobbing once more when his eyes land on you. You're still in his satin sleep shirt, oversized on your body and revealing your skin just as it had the morning before, a sleepy smile resting on your cheeks as you gaze at him as he wakes up, but it's different this morning because now you're replaced with immense concern over his sudden outburst. You cradle him close and attempt to comfort him as best you can as he cries and crushes you against his body, so scared that any moment you could slip away again.
It must have been a dream, he reasons. A terrible, horribly bad dream, one that felt far too real, and so he tries to calm down, but he can't. Not when everything in the day progresses the exact same day, and so he shatters, begging you not to go on the mission. He tells you of his "dream", tells you of everything he saw, how he's scared it might actually happen, and you're so devastated by the clear distress he's in, so, of course, you switch out with someone else and stay home. He's so thankful you listened, so thankful a stronger creep took your place, considering the sorry state said creep was in when they got home. It could have been you, but it wasn't. Not this time, not ever again. Jason will never allow you to die in such a way, not now that he knows it's a definite possibility, no. He'll keep you safe and comfortable in his arms, safe from any dangers, just as he is right now, and will continue to do, for the rest of your life. He treasures you far too greatly to ever allow you to truly experience something like that again, and if he can help prevent it in any way at all, he will do so, for you, the love of his life, someone who deserves to live and die in peace.
Helen:
He had such an odd feeling. He'd elected to stay home last minute, as Slender had assumed not all of you would need to attend this mission. However, he felt this clawing, nagging feeling in his chest, and so he ran, ran faster than he ever had before, but he'd been too late. Your blood was fresh as you lay collapsed against a tree, your eyes unfocused as he sat before you. He tried everything he could to try and help you, but it was too late. Others had to find the two of you, as Helen had sat there before you for hours, crying and screaming, revealing emotions nobody other than you had ever seen before. He felt as though he should be dead, as though he should have died with you, but instead there he was, laying in your shared bed, now far colder than usual due to the lack of your body heat. So, if it had been so cold, why was it suddenly so warm when he woke up? Rare tears slip from his eyes as you snuggle into him, just as you had that morning, and he clutches you tightly. He feels as though some god out there must have finally taken pity upon him and done something good for him for once.
You ask what's wrong, and he simply asserts he'll tell you later, instead choosing to look after you that day, to be far more affectionate than usual. When Slender once again offers for someone to fall back, Helen disagrees, saying he has a bad feeling and that maybe someone extra should go to be safe, and so a few do, and Helen is so unbelievably thankful that he and the extra few went. He can't believe you were basically fighting all of these people by yourself, and he hates himself for so casually staying home. He kills the person who was meant to kill you with ease, and the mission is successful. You all make it home, and it's when you're cuddled up once more that night that Helen finally tells you what happened, how you had died, how it could have been his fault, how painful it was. You're momentarily confused, but with how earnestly he's retelling it, you feel as though it must have been true, and so you thank him for saving you this time, thank him for keeping you safe, and he swears to you that he'll continue to do so. For the rest of your careers for Slender, he'll always be there, on every mission, fighting to protect the one true blessing in his life.
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â The journey of a soul
new year tarot pick a pile reading ( â 1, 2, 3 )
pictures from pinterest â one, two, three
Sometimes we crave that something⊠We feel the need to create, to speak, to make our steps in a certain way. With more intention, more meaning, more magic in it. Something that can give to all of this, to every single little detail and moment in our routines, more significance. And by doing so, give our own selves more motivation, strength, courage and energy to keep on going. Feeling that it is not at all useless. Feeling that there is something more in this life than just the material, at times repetitive or stagnant world. But even when we have so much desire for it⊠It is still not so easy to understand which is that one way to do things that can really help us see and feel again this world from the perspective of our soul, and not our consumed and tired thoughts. What we can do to connect, nourish and embrace ourselves. Through the expression of our soul.
This is our very first reading for this new year, requested by one of you to whom Iâm so grateful for this idea and chance to tap for a moment in the more spiritual aspect of our life. No matter if you already have someone or something that you believe in, accepting their guidance in your life; if you always felt connected so deeply only to your own self; if you never felt this desire to look at life differently until this point⊠You are welcomed here, and there will be the right message for you. As no matter if we look at it from the spiritual and religious perspective, or more logical and psychological one, there is still something that can help you express, nourish and celebrate yourself more. Something that can help you find more peace within this year, transforming it into the strength to go through this life and the easy or challenging moments it sometimes gifts.
So slow down. Breathe. Allow yourself to let go for a moment of judgment, analysis or control. And just follow that one pile that attracts your gaze more. The one that is hiding the message from your soul.
P.s. A little question for you.âĄ
As Iâm trying to improve the experience of the extended versions of our readings, it would be deeply helpful for me to know your opinion about their format! For example, when and if youâll ever buy an extended version of a reading, what would be more comfortable for you to find in them? Just the additional message? Or it might be helpful to have the original one included too, so you have everything in one place in case you want to read again the whole reading, or check more than one pile?
{ Thank you so much for letting me know!⥠}
â Pile One,
the coffin: the king of wands and the temperance
This past year⊠There were so many things that you were forced to say goodbye to. People, connections, ideas and opportunities, journeys and goals⊠So many things didn't work, for one reason or another. So many of them needed a different approach, much more than you expected or could do. So many of them seemed to not want you at all, pushing you back no matter how many times you tried to make them work.
But even if it was frustrating and scary, you adapted to all the failures and changes. You tried to remain on the surface in any way you could, looking for something else, accepting whatever alternative seemed good enough for you. And even though you did your best, you managed to make things work either way, accepting them and being grateful even though they are not exactly like you wanted or imagined⊠It still remains a reality that is not quite yours. Just the one you surrendered to and embraced in the absence of other things that you truly wanted to live and achieve. And in the long run⊠It is tiring you. To need to keep up with a life that you don't feel truly fitting for yourself, your desires or goals. Because no matter how many positive aspects you can find in them, no matter how strong and capable you are, to make use of them and endure them... It still remains a heavy phase of life, the one that you are going through.
If weâd to ask ourselves what are the things in our life that we don't want or don't feel quite right⊠We would think almost immediately and only about the big ones. Work, home, studies, relationships that we canât really control⊠But there is much more between these big and main goals or concerns that consume all of our focus. There are those little actions and decisions that we do each day, in our routine that we are not really even aware of anymore, allowing it to guide us blindly through one day and the one after that. And there are a lot of aspects of them that we let pass by, without looking at what they are made of. And how many things of those are really aligned with who we want to be or how we want to live this life.
It is normal that we canât just stand up and change everything in our life, there are too many things that depend not only on us. But we don't need to change those in order to be able to feel safe and at peace, finally enjoying this life. We can and should do it in the little steps we take each day that we wake up.
So take a moment, sit down with yourself, grab a pen, a phone, your pc or whatever you feel more comfortable in using to organise your thoughts. And ask yourself, truly, who is that person that you feel to be in your mind and heart, in your inner world, and that each year you try so hard to bring into the real one. Look at them, describe them, so you can see yourself clearly. Not the version that was made by this reality, these circumstances that decided who and how you needed to be in order to survive and make it through. But the one that you are truly, without any if or but. Without any limit or consequence. Without any judgment or image to keep up with. See them, every detail about how they feel, towards others or just in their own skin. How they deal with obstacles or troubles. What helps them to unwind and relax. The things that they do and really feel satisfied after, proud of what they did no matter if it was a lot or little⊠And just keep them in mind. Make that version of you be your guide and idol, the one you look up to throughout this year. Each day of it. Because it is not just a dream or a delusion, your desire to be one day like that version that you have in your mind. It is actually your inner self that wants to be this way, and knows deep down that it is possible to feel so confident and safe. Because it's not that you are not like you want, and so is your life, while this is just a delusion that helps you sleep at night. It is still and always you, even if it is only in your dreams and goals for now. Both versions are you, just one needs some time and nourishment to grow up to be the other one.
Even if it might seem not so spiritual, to change your routine, to make room for the things that for so long you wanted to do but never had the time or space, or to just let yourself throw away the judgment and limits on what you do or how⊠It is still a spiritual, magical, practice. A practical way of taking care of yourself through the things that you can control, choose and decide. It is still a way of expressing and connecting to your own self. While simultaneously making little but significant changes in your life, allowing you to feel safe and comfortable not only within your mind or heart, but also in the things of the every day life.
And this, this can really make an incredible impact on the things that you canât control too. Just because the wait will be more enjoyable, once you are staying in a place where not everything is frustrating and pressuring. Once you don't feel caught up between two things that give you only anxiety and unsatisfaction, but there is still something that is worth it, to go through these days one after another, while waiting for the big changes to begin.
This reality is hardly the one that you chose for yourself, but through little changes you can make it be more like what you want. So there is more of good and worthy, of safe and enjoyable, that keeps your attention better than the stagnant or bad ones, alleviating the pressure those have on your shoulders, on your heart and on your mind.
The spirituality is not only about practices, rituals, of following the guidance and ârulesâ of who and what you believe in⊠It is also and always taking care of yourself, in whatever way you need or can now. And in this year, in the one that once again you have so much hope for, the most needed and easiest for you way to nourish yourself is by making your current reality more safe and enjoyable for you, no matter if the other âbigâ things will change or stay the same. Because we canât always control our journey, but we can change the way we go through it. And in your case, you can start doing it through the little things done for yourself, for that version of you that you want so much to manifest.
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â Pile Two,
the cross: the lovers and the ten of swords
It is not the first time that this desire blooms within you. The one to be devoted to something close and true to your soul. To allow it to guide you, teach you. To allow it to protect you and take care of you as you go through these difficult days. It is not the first time you feel the pure and genuine desire to not feel so alone, so doomed, so lost. But to have someone or something to look after you, to light the right journey for youâŠ
You already tried so many things. Opened up your mind and your heart to new ideas and beliefs. You held them close to your heart, let it in, right into your soul, and listened patiently, waiting for an answer, for a sign that this is something that is right and true for you, something that you can trust to guide youâŠ
But although so many of them felt so exciting and interesting to learn about, there was always that one little detail that never fitted, never was quite right for you. Making it so difficult to stick with them, to truly dedicate your time and energy to them. To truly feel that faith that is needed in order to believe⊠The first moments of enthusiasm always faded. The new routines that seemed so easy to respect became more tedious and difficult to keep up with. The words that first resonated so strongly with your heart⊠Always sooner or later found their nemesis in your thoughts, in your fearful and anxious questions that never found answers that could satisfy them.
And you felt only more coldness around and within you. As this flame of connecting with your soul somehow, more significantly, in a more sacred way, didn't receive its nourishment. Becoming smaller with each day that you wanted to understand yourself and this world better, but were unable to crack the codeâŠ
But no matter how many things you tried, how much you learned about so many ways of creating through your soul or manifest your true self unapologetically into this world⊠It is still the very start for you. You are only at the beginning of this journey. As through your hard work you learned all the possible ways, methods, practices and ideas⊠But you never learned what, or who, is it that you want to connect to. You never took a moment to just look at your own self and what you hold within your body, mind and heart. There are many religions, many practices, many believes that could fit in your life, that could really help you. But it is difficult to find out which is the right one, when you don't really know the size you need, right?
Although it is admirable your openness and desire to learn and experiment⊠There is no need for you now to decide already who or what to follow. Because first you need to be able to listen to your own self, without any voice or interpretations of others in between. You need to focus on yourself, this year, on who you are, before trusting others and their truths. As they can so easily make you lose sight of who you are, when you donât have what to hold to in the first place.
For now observe yourself. Your feelings, thoughts, perceptions and reactions when interacting with this world. Observe them also when you are all alone. When there is no one else apart your self⊠What do you feel, what do you desire or need, when facing all of it? Because you really do think that it is not needed, that there is noone that knows you best. But in this search for someone else that can translate the way your soul talks, someone who understands it⊠You didnât notice how much you have changed. How much the motives and explanations of what you feel or think have changed, narrating a different story about who you are, and what your soul strives for now.
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â Pile Three,
The child: the two of wands and the five of cups
So many plans, so many guidelines, so many routines⊠Always so many things to learn and to adapt to, so many limits needed for you so you wouldn't make mistakes⊠They really got you used to it. To have a clear vision of what you are going to do, or how, with all the needed steps to follow. They got you used so much to it, that you canât help but do it regarding your own self, your own soul too. The way you express it, create with it⊠The things that you do to connect with it.
You canât help but to rely on something or someone, just even the tiniest advice or guidance, before you do that one first step on the path that you are thinking to choose. But it doesn't really work with more intimate, less material things, doesn't it? It only kind of kills the enthusiasm and lightness in your heart by putting so many dos and donâts into your mind.
There is nothing wrong in looking out for it⊠In looking around you, discovering different ideas and ways others do it. But it does become more heavy and strict when instead of being inspired and experimenting in your own way with it, you are trying to follow each someone's step, just to be sure to not be disrespectful, ignorant, or just weird.
Interests that help your mind to grow or hobbies that allow your heart to express itself and unwind⊠Routines that give you stability or practices that give you confidence⊠They all change so much, depending on who is doing them. For someone they are natural and easy. For others they are so difficult to stick with no matter how much one tries. And yet you still feel uneasy, you still believe that the reason you canât find that one right thing, create that one safe space for yourself⊠Is you and the mistakes that, you are so sure of, you make.
And what if it is true anyway? What if you really do manage in doing only one thing and not the other? What if only one half of someoneâs truth sits right with you? It is your life. Your soul. And it is obvious that it wonât be so easy to follow the example of someone else when trying to take care of it.
You tried so many things, explored so many different ideas and believes. And while you see yourself being able to welcome them in your life only partially as your incapability or inadequacy⊠You shouldn't ignore so confidently all those little things and details that still did resonate with you, even if each one of them comes from different cultures or practices. Your soul is the fusion of all your lives, your experiences, thoughts and feelings in each one of them. And the way it feels more safe to look at this world, and respect and nourish the one within you⊠Can indeed be a puzzle of all the different things that you learned or saw, but that fit so well together when you are that one connecting point.
Donât busy yourself with finding, choosing and sticking to only one thing or way to take care of yourself, only one set of rules, only one school of thoughts. Because even though it might be the only one for someone, their whole life and armor, their story or personality, it doesn't necessarily need to be yours too. It can be strong, stable and beautiful enough even if it is made from different materials. A spirituality and magic that is all yours. The one that connects you to so many different parts of this world and to those that live or that used to, leaving to us their example and story to learn from.
Just go for your own way. Keep on remaining open, so enthusiastic and curious. Keep on learning and trying new and different ways, discovering how many things there truly are in this world that can be helpful and good for your body, mind or heart. Keep on enjoying them, or contrary, learning what are those things that are not quite aligned with you. And create as you go this beautiful and unique puzzle of wholeness and wellbeing, of a truth and guidance that is just yours, while still being connected to all.
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Rereading the manga at the moment and there's two things that I've noticed about Maxwell (that do not make him less of a villain, just an even more tragic one).
First, not only does he seem to have been quite publicly losing the plot for so long that no one in their right mind could have seen fit to just hand him an army and a green light to do whatever the fuck he thought best without expecting something to go as it did, but also some of the early scenes with him discussing plans with Anderson and the Pope seem pretty much like the Vatican, if not exactly planned for him to attack England, werenât too bothered if he did.
Which makes his very young appointment as Iscariot leader make a bit more sense. Heâs shown as being bright, but by no means brilliant, and there are clearly others just as ruthless but a bit more level-headed than him who could have done the job (Makube is older than him). So my new headcanon is that he was probably groomed for the position from very early on, so that Iscariot could be lead by someone who was prepared to do something others wouldnât (and that they couldnât dirty their own hands by asking him to do), but was so isolated from anyone who cared about him, and from such âsinfulâ origins that if and when he did do those things that they couldnât directly order him to, they could easily wash their hands of him and come across blameless themselves.
Second, for being such a fanatic, he doesnât actually seem particularly religious. This is me headcanoning again, but if he does actually believe in a God, then he hates him (like he hate everything else, himself and Anderson included). When he dies, he talks about having always been alone, which is at odds with the idea of God being with or loving him, that youâd expect to be something he feels if he truly does believe. So rather than being a genuine fanatic, it seems more like heâs just utterly, utterly misanthropic and disappointed in God (and thinks somehow he could do a better job).
I also get this impression from the way he acts earlier in the manga â gleefully pointing out the Vaticanâs hypocrisy to Integra like some kind of teenage edgelord and having Heinkel kill that other bishop for defending them aiding Millenium. He really does just feel contempt for absolutely everything (self included).
Yknow. I think that Enrico Maxwell doesn't get enough attention in the hellsing Fandom, because he's one of the most fascinating tragedies in hellsing.
He's introduced as an arrogant prick with clear malice for Integra, but there's so much to that interaction that can be read into.
Because you have such minimal backstory that tells the whole story. As a child, Maxwell asks Anderson if he was no longer wanted because he was a bastard; Maxwell is a child of infidelity, and it's very clear that he was reminded of that consistently, during his formation years.
Mind you, he's around 10-12 when he's given up, which means he spent all of his formative years in an abusive home, implied to be neglectful and verbally abusive. He clearly blames himself for the abuse, considering how determined he is to "make his parents regret giving him up". This leaves room for so much interpretation, and it seems that he believed wholeheartedly that he was the problem, he wasn't enough, he wasn't good enough... as a child.
He's shown to have an almost immediate mood swing when meeting Integra. From an attempt to be amicable to immediate hostility when her reaction isn't mirroring his, so he goes to mirror the hostility that he personally sees. He is incredibly reactive as an adult, when as a child he was quite apathetic in most cases, or downright stubborn and resentful. Really think about his reactions to things, with such immediate mood changes, swinging wildly from amicable to cruelty right back to amicable; he's responding to what he sees.
There really is so much to analyze with him because there's so much substance within the little interactions he has. Because he's gone from an adult child to a childish adult and that is something that I'm so fascinated with because THERE'S SO MUCH MORE TO HIM THAN IS GIVEN CREDIT FOR
#i'm sorry this was longer than i intended#i'm on a blorbo apologism stint#he is such a wretched thing#let me know if this is too much post hijacking and i will delete#hellsing#enrico maxwell
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A Letter From Dorian Pavus to Inquisitor Lavellan
//OOC//: First and foremost, thank you so much to everyone who has read and engaged with the first two letters! Itâs a blast to write these two, so stay tuned. Creativity willing, Iâd love to write more than just letters, maybe something long form. But one step at a time haha. For now, enjoy!
Foolish Elliana,
If you think for even one moment Iâm going to just let all this go, youâve clearly been damaged in your trip through the Fade. I suppose it was bound to happen, between the Anchor, the first trip through the Fade, and declaring your love for a half-mad asshole. So disappointing, truly. Here Iâd hoped all our years together would provide the chance for my greatness to rub off on you.
Youâve been in contact with Morrigan, then. You know how quickly things are moving here in the real world while you play pretend with the spirits. Minrathos is receiving reinforcements from Treviso and Rivain. Josephine has written as well, she believes she can convince Ferelden to send aid as well, though Iâll believe it when I see it.
The powers that be are scrambling, but the defeat of their so-called god has scattered the majority of occupying forces. If the Shadow Dragons push the offensive, there is a chance they might be free from occupation. Another day in the fabulously exciting life of yours truly.
You repeated several times in your previous letter that you love me, and dear, I know. Iâm a rare breed, literally. Itâs only natural. But that being said, apparently not loved enough for you to stay. Not that I need you around anyways.
Though, you guess correctly. I am most curious about your little love triangle. Donât deny itâ I heard from Rook that Mythal was of precious importance to that prick. Morrigan says she lives on in her: can we expect a jealous duel to the death between you and the Witch of the Wood? Please tell me I can, liberating a country and saving the world really isnât as interesting as that sounds.
*there are several attempts to start a new sentence, all scribbled over in frustration*
You are alright, arenât you? He did choose you, right? I know youâve waited ten years but no love is worth being the other woman for. Especially to a millennia old spirit queen. Or whatever she was. As cross with you as I am, you have better features than her. Hopefully your âvhenanâ sees that. For all his self-proclaimed wisdom, he is fucking blind.
By the by, where are you in the Fade? JustâŠwandering around? Camping with welcoming spirits? Sleeping under the stars? I am curious where a pair of recently reunited lovers goes to, fuck reunite, so to speak, in the Fade. Please tell me you arenât sleeping in Fade dust.
Not to make this about me, though we both know it should be, Iron Bull has been actingâŠstrange. Or, stranger than usual. Donât jest, I can practically hear you snorting.
He gave me something the other day. Half a dragon tooth. Just came up to me while I had a rare moment of peace and slammed it on the table I was eating at. Insisted he wanted me to start wearing it and now wherever I go, he goes.
What have I gotten myself in to? Is he moving in? Is this a marriage proposal? If you were here I could navigate all of my questions to you. You owe me after eight years of your longing babble.
I will expect your prompt reply. If youâre going to abandon me with all these problems, you might as well attempt to provide me some entertainment.
*several more sentences are hastily scribbled out*
I miss you. You fucking fool. Write soon.
With continued disappointment and love,
Dorian
#lavellan#solas x female lavellan#solavellan#dragon age inquisition#dragon age veilguard#solas dragon age#solas x inquisitor#dorian pavus#dorian x iron bull#dragon age dorian#I swear he gets more sassy with each reply
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january 5 @ hurricanes, 4-3 OT loss
i cannot believe the season is halfway done. i can't believe i've actually written a fic for every single game, for forty-one games. that's crazy. thanks so much to everyone reading along, the comments and tags you leave really do encourage me to keep goingâit's hard to work on a big project like this with no positive reinforcement! i love and appreciate you all <3
playing carolina might be boring AF but at least we got this picture of of it, hey? geno is so much bigger than sid it's truly ridiculous.
Sid isnât very good at hiding what heâs feeling.
Zhenya knows about the narrative, how a Sidney Crosby quote is a lot of words but when you go back and actually read what he said itâs a whole bunch of nothing. Thatâs probably true; Zhenya doesnât make a habit of looking up his teammatesâ media spots. Answering his own questions and sitting for interviews is enough exposure to reporters, thank you very much.
But long before Zhenya and Sid spoke the same language, Zhenya was able to read Sid like a book.
Sidâs not subtle. When he wants something from you, youâll know.
And when theyâre getting ready to go out for overtime at the Lenovo Center, when Sid ducks his head and looks up at Zhenya through his eyelashes, Zhenya knows exactly what he wants.
Itâs nice to catch up with Staalsy after they play the Hurricanes; frankly, itâs Zhenyaâs favorite part about facing this damn team. Jordyâs waiting for them outside the visitorâs locker room after Sid is finally done with his cooldown, and they duck down a quiet hallway to chat. Partway through the conversation, Zhenya slings an arm over Sidâs shoulders, casual as anything, and smothers a smirk when Sid not-so-subtly tucks himself into Zhenyaâs side.
Jordy doesnât notice anything. Heâs always been oblivious. Itâs something Zhenya always appreciated about him. Kris gives them a hairy eyeball, but after so many years he knows when to feign ignorance, even if heâs far more observant than Jordy ever was.
Sid behaves himself on the way back to Pittsburgh. He keeps his hands to himself on the plane, sticking his earbuds in and zoning out on whatever podcast series heâs hooked on this month.
Zhenya taps his way through a few rounds of solitaire, nudging Sid with his knee when the plane begins its descent. When theyâre deboarding and Sid makes to grab for his stuff, Zhenya bullies him out of the way, pulling both their bags down from the overhead compartment and slinging them over his shoulders.
Sid goes pink.
Their drive back to Sewickley is quiet, Zhenya navigating the dark streets carefully with one hand spread over Sidâs thigh. Sidâs parents are still in town, will be through the upcoming homestand, so Zhenya takes them up the hills back to his place, pulling into the driveway and throwing Sidâs Range Rover in park.
He crowds behind Sid as they walk into the house, dropping their bags as soon as they clear the threshold so he can get his hands on Sidâs hips, steering him to the staircase over Sidâs protests that they need another protein shake before bed.
(He refrains from making the obvious joke.)
Sid drops his feigned reluctance as soon as they get to the bedroom, turning in Zhenyaâs arms and wrapping his arms around Zhenyaâs neck, tugging him down for a kiss.
The first time Sid kissed Zhenya, it took both of them by surprise. It was Zhenyaâs second year in the league, and not even any sort of special occasionâtheyâd just beaten Boston in TD Garden, a hard-won shootout on the first half of a back-to-back with travel in the slog leading up to their too-short Christmas break. He and Sid both had to do media, courtesy of Genoâs two goals and Sidâs three points, and they were the last ones in the locker room after they finally escaped to do their cooldown and get showered.
Zhenya was fumbling with his tie when Sid crossed the room, got up on his toes, and smeared a kiss across Zhenyaâs mouth.
They didnât talk about it for months. There were games to win, after all, and playoffs to push for. They were both determined to have a better showing than they had last season. It wasnât until after they had to watch the Red Wings raise the Stanley Cup in their own building, after locker clean-out and the last media of the season, that Sid showed up at Zhenyaâs door with a determined look on his face.
Their second kiss hadnât been any more artful than the first. It didnât take them long to get good at it, though.
Really good. Theyâve taken breaks throughout the years, arguments and ego and fear of the future sending one or both of them stomping away from the relationship, and Zhenyaâs seen plenty of girls stumble out of dark corners with Sid looking dazed with swollen mouths. He kisses like the world is ending, all-consuming and intense, and Zhenyaâs more than happy to fall into it every time.
Sid doesnât want to just kiss tonight, though. His hand sneaks down and squeezes at Zhenyaâs dick through his dress pants, and Zhenya cants his hips forward, letting Sid grope him.
âFuuuck,â Sid groans, pulling back and looking down between them. Zhenya follows his gaze.
Sidâs not a small guy. Heâs broad, with thick arms and legs and big, capable hands, clever fingers that are adept at taking Zhenya apart. His hand on Zhenyaâs dick where itâs straining at the fabric, though, looks almost small.
âJesus,â Sid mutters, stroking a thumb over the head. Zhenya shivers as his dick twitches.
Theyâre clumsy as they undress, the late hour and a long, heavy game slowing their reflexes, but eventually their clothes are in a pile at the foot of the bed and Zhenya has Sid stretched out on the mattress, pinning his hands over his head with one hand around both wrists.
Sid takes a deep breath, testing Zhenyaâs grip. Zhenya watches his throat bob as he swallows and tightens his thighs where theyâre around Sidâs hips.
âYouâre stay put,â he says to Sid, half an order and half a question, and he can see his words register, leaching into Sidâs body and dropping all the tension from his muscles.
Sidâs hard between them already, dick curving up toward his belly button and damp at the head, and when Zhenya curls his hand around it Sid gasps, craning his chin down so he can look.
Sidâs hands might be big compared to a regular guy, but Zhenyaâs put his to shame, and Sidâs dick looks small in his grasp.
Zhenya knows that turns Sidâs crank, even though heâll never admit to it. Hockey players are all the same, after all, and none of them are going to own up to getting off on their dick looking small, but Zhenyaâs never needed Sid to actually say anything to know what he wants.
Sid likes how much bigger Zhenya is than him. He likes the way Zhenyaâs hands span his waist like itâs dainty, the way he fits under Zhenyaâs arm like Zhenyaâs girlfriends used to.
He especially likes Zhenyaâs dick.
Zhenya lifts up a little and shifts so that Sid can spread his legs, settling between them and rubbing his dick over Sidâs balls and shaft. Sid props himself up on his elbows, mouth open as he pants for air, hitching his hips up to meet Zhenyaâs movements.
Zhenya spares a moment for regret that they donât have time to fuck properly until the homestand is over. Sidâs so tight, even after all these years, and sinking into him is the closest to a religious experience that Zhenyaâs ever had.
He props his forearms on either side of Sidâs head, leaning down so heâs completely covering Sidâs body, pressing their chests together as he mouths at Sidâs neck. Sid always leaks so much, like the second he gets even a little worked up heâs ready to bust, which means they donât need lube when they do this.
When they were younger, they used to get off like this every spare minute they had, sneaking off to spare rooms and rubbing up against each other until they came. It only took one instance of having to misappropriate a fancy hand towel in Billy Guerinâs guest bathroom for Zhenya to start carrying around a handful of tissues in his back pocket for quick clean-ups.
They usually take their time now, luxuriating in the privacy of their own homes and the improved technique that comes with experience, but sometimes Zhenya likes to make it quick and dirty, likes to get Sid panting and begging for dick underneath him.
Zhenya canât give it to him tonight. The waiting will make it better when they have time, though.
Sidâs getting close. His thighs are trembling where theyâre locked around Zhenyaâs waist, and heâs tossing his head back and forth, little uh-uh-uhs pushing from his chest as he arches his back.
Zhenya pushes himself up a little and rests his hand on Sidâs neck, curling his fingers and pressing his thumb to the hinge of Sidâs jaw. Not much, not enough to actually do anything, but his hand looks enormous at Sidâs throat, and when he increases pressure the tiniest bit, Sid gasps and comes with a shout.
Heâs still shivering through his orgasm when Zhenya drags his dick over Sidâs groin, smearing come into his pubic hair, and groans as he finishes on Sidâs stomach.
âDamn,â he says, rolling off to one side. Sid tucks them together, yanking Zhenyaâs arm until his hand is splayed low over Sidâs belly.
Itâs sticky and kind of gross. Zhenya rubs their come into Sidâs skin, ignoring Sidâs protest.
His hand really does look huge on Sidâs body. Normally he doesnât think too much about it; heâs aware of how tall he is, how big his dick is, and those facts on their own donât do much for him. Heâs happy to go along with what Sid wantsâseeing Sid get off on something is what gets him hottest.
Sidâs a grower, though, and when heâs soft Zhenya can cover his entire groin with his palm.
Sid grunts as Zhenya fondles him, wincing and over-sensitive, but Zhenya ignores it, rolling Sidâs balls in his fingers and palming his soft member.
Yeah, he sees the appeal.
#sidgeno#hockey rpf#my writing#my fic#24-25 series#now who's going to write something featuring soft dicks#because there's none of that in this fandom and i think it's a damn shame#i'll add it to my list also but like#there's soooo much potential outside of just the start of cockwarming....take my hand and join me....
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Coming Home | John 'Soap' Mactavish
This is my first Soap fic so please bare with me.
John 'Soap' Mactavish x civilian reader
I don't believe there is a need for a tw this is full of fluff. There is Scottish gaelic spoken here so if anything is not correct please let me know. Translations are at the end. With that being said enjoy.
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Johnny was finally home. After a long tedious mission he was finally home, breathing in the salty ocean air around Scotland. The cool breeze ruffled his hair slightly but he didn't mind.
With his bag slung over his shoulder he made his way down the countryside. The long walk was welcomed. He was just happy to have a break and be home.
The pathway comes to an end when he sees his familiar house; it was modest and quaint. He walks up to the door and gives it two hard knocks. He waits. His heart was full of anticipation and anxiety. He's praying you are home and not out doing chores or shopping.
He starts to hear a familiar shuffling behind the door. Then slowly it opens. He's met with you. Just as beautiful as he left you. It truly takes his breath away. Dressed in an oversized shirt that was most likely his and a pair of spandex shorts. With your hair tied up in a messy bun.
He watches you freeze. Shock and disbelief written all over your face. Before he can even say anything you jump into his arms. Wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his body. You cling to him like your life depended on it.
He was taken aback but quickly wraps his strong arms around you pulling you up higher so that you can cross your ankles behind his back.
With one hand on your back the other grabbing his discarded duffel bag he pushes open the door again and steps inside. He can feel you start to sniffle and your wet tears dampen his neck.
âOh Bonnie, shh it's okay âm here, I promise, mo ghrĂ dh.â He coos slowly. He starts running his hand over your head holding you close. He drops his bag at the door and shuts it. Making his way through the familiar home that smells like you. Warm and comforting. Every inch of the house reminds him of you from the decorations to the comfy pillow and blankets you have in the living room, to the warm candles that make the home all the more cozier.
This only makes you sob more clinging onto him like he's going to disappear and never return. Each time he leaves it's like a part of your heart leaves with him and you break. You hold onto him even tighter each time he returns. Hoping praying that he can stay for good this time but you know that's not how it works unfortunately.
You bury your face deeper into the crook of his neck inhaling his musky and sweet scent. âI missed you s-so much. Y-you were gone so long I-I thought something h-happened and- and-â you were cut off by him grabbing your face and bringing your lips to his in a slow gentle kiss. He can taste the salt of your tears that are still slowly running down your face. His lips dance over yours. His tongue lightly brushes your bottom lip beckoning you to let him in. His hands leave your face and are now holding you up by your thighs. His thumb drawing shapes and caressing your thighs.
He starts walking towards the kitchen. Just the same as he left. He walks over to the large island and sets you on top of it. Pulling away his eyes, studying your face, every nook and cranny has been engraved into his mind like a Greek statue. Your eyes are slightly puffy from crying. His face is almost the same as when he had left you except for a new wound that is stitched closed on his temple.
You raise your hand to lightly brush his slightly disheveled hair away from the stitched up wound. âOh Johnny.â you say pain etched into your delicate face.
Soap lightly grabs your wrist pulling your hand away and setting it on his chest. âGhrinn, I promise ye mâ fine. Mâ just glad ta be back home.â His reassuring smile does little to comfort you.
He leans in and rests his forehead against yours giving you one more kiss. ânâ besidesâ he chuckles. âya should see the other lad.â
This earns a light laugh from you as you wrap your arms around him.
It hasn't been home without him. The house is always so empty when he leaves it feels like the life got sucked out of the house and it's just a shell of what it once was.
He pulls away slightly a sly smirk gracing his lips. âCridhe Milis, how âbout I show ya how much I missed ya, lil ladyâ he raises his eyebrows and gives your ass a little squeeze before biting his bottom lip.
You look at him for a second before bursting out laughing. You slapped his chest playfully and set your forehead on his shoulder before looking back up at him again trying to keep from laughing again. âYou're such a freaking dork but by God I love you.â
He rolls his eyes then a wide smile is plastered across his face. âI love ya too, bĂČidheachâ he wraps his arms around your waist once more and relishes in having you in his strong arms again. Your arms are wrapped around his neck while you kiss the top of his head.
He lifts his head slightly peering up at you through his dark eyelashes. âSoo is that a yes?â
Scottish gaelic translations:
Mo GhrĂ dh- my darling
Ghrinn- Lovely
Cridhe Milis- sweet heart
BĂČidheach- beautiful
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thereâs something about oliver thatâs . sympathetic with you where heâs really not with other people. youâre childhood friends. youâve crushed on him kind of one sidedly for most of your life and youâve never really done anything to pursue it
because youâre just two very fundamentally different people. it was always kind of impossible. and plus, oliver grows up to have a bad personality. heâs a womanizer, and a bastard. the most important thing is that heâs your friend, and heâs the most important person in your life regardless of where you stand.
and then, out of nowhere, you get a confession from him. and obviously, you donât believe it for shit
but oliver has . all of these memories and moments with you. he admits to knowing of your crush and ignoring it, and howâ he could ignore it for so long until you decided to truly give up and began dating and it just drove him completely over the edge.
still, youâve been in love with the bastard for ten long years. so youâve sort of got this lingering insecurity that he doesnât actually like you. that heâs just seeing you as another interesting conquest, that heâll sleep with you and get bored. so convinced of it thereâs a time youâre sex friends only because you refuse to even try to date him.
but thenâyou run into one of oliverâs exes with him. horrible timing really. sheâs beautiful, like model pretty and more than that, acts familiar with him in a way that makes your gut churn. she sits with you both (you insist, because youâre a masochist of some kind)
and she starts crying about her current relationship. youâre expecting oliver to act the way he always acts with girls. and in way, he does. at least his tone and voice are the same.
but it dawns on you that itâs different. you can really, really tell in the way he talks to you vs how heâs with her. and you hate yourself for noticing but oliver is just⊠so so gentle with you.
always sympathetic, even when sarcastic. always earnest almost to the point of being childish. heâs always cared about you more than anyone else. always. your whole life itâs been that way.
but itâs in a moment where you get to see how he acts with someone else, and think of all the times youâve been in the same situation. how heâs always, always taken your side. if it were you crying to him, heâd just be so much more honest. honest with his childish anger, honest with his stupidity. genuine sympathetic down to his bones. kind.
oliver is nice with her. he says all the right things, but the meaning in his words is cold at best. itâs based in reason less than pure sympathy. oliver is always licking your wounds for you, but this is simply tending them. you find the former more intimate
itâs in that it really dawns on you. oh. he loves me. if it were me, heâd let me whine and joke and comfort me. if it were me, heâd probably get petty jealous on my behalf.
you hate yourself for it. you do. but at the same time it makes your heart beat so fast it hurts
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âso long as caitlyn was truly there to help. and if she wasn't, she believed jinx could kill her and, well, vi probably thought in that case she had it coming. by not telling her jinx would be there, she basically sentenced caitlyn to death at the hands of her sister if caitlyn didn't do her part of the plan.â
So you think vi was fine with jinx killing cait if she didnât prove herself, that she would have it coming? I think you have a good point and it makes me see vi in a different light cause i never saw cait sentencing vi to death no matter what
thank you sm for this question, I'll try my best to explain my thought process!!
i did fear for a while that this interpretation of mine was taking it too far, but i sincerely believe two things:
vi loves caitlyn (and i even argue she knows caitlyn loves her back, despite their fallout) but caitlyn is not family. and family is everything.
vi's family was forged in the dirt, hunger and violence of the undercity over her foundational years spent in adversity and oppression. family is to be lead and protected at all costs (whether it's by vander or by vi, whom he taught this). vi has grown up so much and become who she is only to be able carry the responsibility for her family's safety - remember, she's only so good at keeping her family safe bcuz she's terrified of losing it. this is what made her who she is. it's everything to her.
caitlyn, romantic love, although also in similar conditions, was forged in the first days of vi's freedom, when she was still looking for her family, her true purpose, and is thus something deeply personal to her. it's a luxury and an indulgence bcuz while vi deeply cares for her, she doesn't necessarily lead caitlyn or feel responsibility for her the same way she does for her family. she believes (or thinks it'll be less painful to believe) that, like most good things, this love isn't here to stay ("oil and water"). it's just a thing she can allow herself for a bit before she gets to her family (powder) again. she does grow more attached to caitlyn, and i think she's the closest to seeing caitlyn as smth at the same level of family somwhere between cassandra's death and before their fight - that's where it all crumbles.
vi decidedly doesn't want caitlyn dead but if she had to choose between jinx killing caitlyn and caitlyn harming their family (again, now), she wouldn't think twice.
but then i think abt how vi has chosen jinx at the risk of disastrous consequences before (and she does it again after too), in fact, she's chosen jinx above everything - and an enormous part of why she forgives caitlyn is that caitlyn shows vi she understands and respects this before the jail sex scene. i think choosing jinx, choosing family, is an incredibly foundational part of vi's character that she only started dismantling in that very scene: vi chose caitlyn, yes, but in that vi also chose herself.
this is why i feel like at the edge of the noxian camp, having just reunited w/ caitlyn who she no longer really trusts, and left jinx to keep watch of vander at the commune, she'd trust jinx's judgement abt caitlyn (again, seeing how "stable" jinx was in the tunnels and in the commune now that she's w/out silco's influences and w/ isha instead)
if caitlyn simply betrays vi again and doesn't do anything to help, stays aside or remains neutral when singed and rictus attempt to take vander, that's a fool me twice, and vi would blame herself for it. but if caitlyn actively tries to harm her family (jinx/vander/perhaps even isha) now that vi is so close to finally having it back again, i think it would leave vi no choice but to let caitlyn go for good. she might still mourn her after jinx kills her, but she'd know it's for the best since she might think caitlyn had changed too much from the person vi fell in love with and was beyond saving from her own desire for revenge. i think in that moment vi chose family - and in this i can't help thinking of the look she casts caitlyn when she reunites w/ jinx, vander, and isha in their group hug/nuzzle situation
vi also tells jinx, he's your father too, and invites her in, additionally showing caitlyn how she feels abt jinx despite everything jinx has done and you can see the gears turning in caitlyn's head (perhaps loving someone despite such crimes seems unthinkable to caitlyn, but caitlyn didn't grow up in zaun where ppl have to stick together and do what it takes and fight to survive, where no one gets left behind)
it all screams: this is me, this is my family, they're everything to me and they will always come first for me
#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane spoilers#caitlyn kiramman#arcane s2#arcane season two#arcane caitlyn#caitlyn arcane#arcane season two spoilers#arcane meta#arcane speculation#arcane vi#vi#vi arcane#vander arcane#arcane vander#vander#jinx#arcane jinx#jinx arcane#arcane powder#powder#vi and caitlyn#caitlyn x vi#caitvi#vi x caitlyn#violyn#arcane violet
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Hello.
So... What do you think of Daniela and/or Lorenzo?
Hello, and oh buddy don't get me STARTED /ref
Honestly, I do not know where to begin with these two. I love them. I hate them. I want to keep them in a controlled environment so I could conduct a study of them with a little microscope and also squeeze them until their eyeballs pop out as if they were a pair of Panic Petes. In other words, I like them a lot as characters in a narrative and characters in a world. My opinion of them as people differs from minute to minute, but that is because they reflect the morally ambiguous, and sometimes outright cruel--but equally often loving--world in which they exist.
That being said:
At first, Lorenzo seems to be a very two-dimensional character. He's just a goofy dad who is more concerned with his avocations than he is with his son or wife, a painfully overdone trope in the world of children's cinema, but a few key details (and a bit of useful input from Enrico Casarosa) reveal something more.
For starters, Lorenzo is a lot like Luca. Rather, he is Luca---or who Luca could have very easily become. Lorenzo is meek and lets his wife take the reigns when the situation gets tough. Lorenzo is often off in his own little world, not paying much attention to anything but his own interests and inclinations. Lorenzo is kind-hearted and seems to want change, but is too burdened by his own anxieties or past failures to work up the courage again. And, I do say "again" because the search for his son was not the first time Lorenzo was on the surface.
His older brother (and possibly twin) Ugo was not the only one in their family to have explored the surface world before; Lorenzo was, most likely, right along beside him. Now, we don't know what exactly happened that resulted in Lorenzo's parents sending Ugo to the deep nor Lorenzo to stop trying to get a taste of the human way of life, but Ugo was sent. And Lorenzo did stop. However, it is unlikely that any tragic event took place. Rather, I believe the conclusion to Lorenzo's explorations happened out of conformity to the rules and traditions of his culture because Lorenzo never once spoke ill of humans.
Daniela calls them bloodthirsty lunatics. She insists that Luca has a death wish, and, very explicitly, she insinuates that he will die trying to hang with the humans. On the other hand, Lorenzo only gawks at his son's audacity and tenacity. Lorenzo even tries to reel in Daniela as she threatens Luca with a trip to the deep, but, of course, it is a fruitless attempt because he is meek. He does not have his son's tenacity nor his audacity---those traits were derived from Daniela alone. And this impotence serves as his most abhorrent attribute.
No, he's not doing anything wrong, but he's being a willful bystander. He's compliant with the evils, and, when it gets down to it, he backs them up! He makes no decision for himself, but when he does, he either chickens out of it at the last minute or doesn't know how to bounce back from a failure. Despite being fully aware of what the deep sea can do to a person--despite very likely disagreeing with his wife--he allows her to almost put their son, his son, in a situation that will inevitably, undeniably, deform (translucent skin, eroded teeth, discolored eyes, discolored fins) and disable (cardiovascular issues) him with time.
I'm glad he changed his side for the brighter half in the end, but I didn't see any actual change happen. He's still following his wife around from the looks of it, and that isn't what's needed for him to grow as a person and as a character. Although he's a three-dimensional character that appears to have only two, he's a static character that's been played off as a dynamic for far too long. He was a meek follower in the beginning, and he was a meek follower in the end. The only reason he came onto the good side of things is that the person he was following changed paths, and that isn't enough for me to truly like him (but it sure as hell does give me a lot to work with as a fanfic author, so thank you, Luca crew!).
Now, Daniela. When I think of Daniela, I think of a girl that (for lack of a better metaphor) was raised in a church who could have very well turned out queer, but due to the teachings she was fed---and possibly a very messy lesbian breakup---turned into a very, very hateful woman who, years down the line, rediscovered her bisexuality after the boy she was raising to be a goody-two-shoes, god-fearing, church-going fellow come out to her as vivaciously gay. That is to say, if it wasn't for Massimo, Daniela would be the most dynamic character in the movie. And if it weren't for Alberto, Daniela would be the most complex character in the movie. This is because, like her husband, Daniela tried out the surface life before, but unlike her husband, Daniela is a cruel, unjust force actively working to destroy her son's hopes and happiness at whatever cost necessary--even if it means her son's mental, social, and physical wellbeing. However, the force is derived of only love, fear, and care.
Just as it was in Lorenzo's case, but now far more severe, we lack explicit information about Daniela's past. All we have are the behaviors and beliefs displayed in the movie and information graciously given to us by Enrico Casarosa. These behaviors, beliefs, and Casarosa-given information are: having previously been to the human world; calling humans "bloodthirsty lunatics"; believing humans only go out on the waters for murder; understanding the motions made with a harpoon; attempting to send Luca to the Deep; waiting for Ugo to arrive rather than confronting Luca when she first notices his whereabouts; helicopter-parenting her son; being aware of Luca's interest in the surface/dissatisfaction with the sea; ensuring that Luca stays "safer than safe" while still letting him run off to Genova.
Given these, we can begin to piece together the picture: In her youth, Daniela adventured up to the surface and explored the human way of life, but something went wrong. She was caught in some dangerous situation that likely involved harpoons, or she bore witness to the same thing Luca did as he walked into Portorosso---the statues, the wanted posters, the carvings, the propaganda strewn about, adorning every angle of the town. Regardless, she became terribly fearful of humans and never returned to the surface again.
Unlike Lorenzo, Daniela is not simply abiding by the rules and traditions of their underwater society. Her evasion of humans is born of a completely justifiable fear. Humans hunted sea monsters. Humans put up wanted posters worth $4.5k in today's money for sea monsters captured, dead or alive, and fishermen armed with harpoons lined the waters for a children's race. I feel this is an often forgotten fact when the topic of Daniela's control over Luca comes up: Luca was in real, mortal danger going into Portorosso. Daniela might have been wrong to send Luca to the Deep, but from there, it becomes a discussion of which is worse: possible disability or possible death. Such a discourse grows even more complex when you call to mind that Daniela might not have even been aware of the physical and physiological changes the Deep has on a sea monster before Ugo's arrival.
Daniela's attempted actions are cruel, no doubt, but they are not at all unwarranted. She wants Luca, who she adores and deeply cares for, to be as safe as possible. If she has to be the bad guy to keep her son alive, then she will be the bad guy.
However, Daniela does not stay the bad guy. When she realizes Luca is safe in Portorosso (rather, when Portorosso becomes safe for Luca), she becomes open to the possibility of allowing him to continue living on the surface. She even, after a bit of convincing from Alberto and Libera, allows him to attend school in Genova for nine months out of the school year. At the end of the movie, she is assured of Luca's safety and the humans' ability to change for the better---to stop all the killing, hunting, and fear and begin a peaceful coexistence. This stability allows her to relinquish control over her son and support him in his dreams, even if it means she'll only see him in the summer months.
Daniela is an intensely dynamic and intensely complex character. She's a beautiful foil to her husband, and, quite frankly, I'm obsessed with her and desperately wish to see more of her growth and her past.
Also, Daniela and Lorenzo are peak malewife x girlboss material and I will not be hearing any slander toward their relationship. no idea how Lorenzo managed to bag her, but so glad he did. beautiful. love it. 10/10.
#I don't understand why people wanna reform ercole so much when Daniela and Massimo are literally RIGHT THERE but whatever it doesn't matter#luca 2021#pixar luca#pixar#disney#luca#daniela paguro#lorenzo paguro
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Ohh what an intriguing idea!! I actually really, really want this to be the case although I have my doubts if the show will allow Style to go that dark (mostly because, as I was recently reminded, this IS a comedy-romance and not like a dark-romance).
But all the same . . . I made a meta post a while back about how Style is being quite deliberately shown to be morally grey, and I think a deliciously dramatic conclusion of that character beat would be to have Style fully embrace the one thing Fadel probably thinks makes him the most unworthy of love.
Especially because I am firmly in the camp that Fadel, at least, thinks that murdering Bad Men is a necessary evil; that as exhausting and soul-crushing as the work is, it is part of his duty to Khun Mae and his obligation to his past self to ensure that no one else has the same experience that he and Bison did. But, equally, as I said in another meta post:
...Fadel is acutely aware [... of] what it implies about Fadel. Because being able to kill another human, coldly and clinically and without remorse, takes a certain type of person. [...] Because there's something about Fadel that twisted dark [...] that enables him to look a man in the eyes, smile politely, and pull the trigger.
Which is why, even in episode 6, with Fadel wholly excepting his own feelings for Style and (at least until the last few minutes) wholly believing in the genuineness of Style returning those feelings, he still can't bring himself to tell Style the truth.
And I just realised this was another parallel between ep 5 and ep 6: Fadel sees two different but related obstacles to his desire for Style to "accept me for who I am" -- Style has to be ready to embrace Fadel's darkness and Fadel has to be ready to take the risk and tell him.
(Or is this a translation issue that I'm reading too much into?? Please let me know!!)
Here's the thing, though, how can Style ever prove to Fadel that he truly accepts him? I don't think words will be enough, because Style has already given Fadel the exact words claims he wants, over and over again, and Fadel hasn't been able to believe him; and the broken trust of thinking Style is a snitch means that he probably won't be able to trust Style's words for a long, long time.
So I, personally, would loooove it if the way Style finally shows it is that he really does embrace all of Fadel is, if he winds up slotting right into place in this dysfunctional family made out of a murder brother duo and one former car thief and current semi-successful con man. Because there's a beautiful, if sick and twisted, poetry to Style setting out at the start of the series thinking he's about to have some fun and take an arrogant prick down a peg or two, only for him end up so emotionally entangled with Fadel that he willingly dives headfirst into the very darkness Fadel thinks he could never show Style.
Also on a meta level -- I actually think they COULD swing it as a comedic ending and have Fadel and Style riding off into the sunset Bonnie and Clyde style, but maybe with more... uh, altruistic motivations. đđ€·đ»ââïž
you know how style makes a confession in ep6:
but then it turns out fadel was already well aware of what style was confessing to:
and after the truth is out, style is also very stressed about fadel's reaction and whether he's gonna be angry or not:
but fadel isn't angry at all:
and now at the end of the episode we're left with fadel learning something about style...
but the thing is, style doesn't know what fadel now knows!! style still has a confession to make about how he knows that fadel kills people. and so i'm wondering if we'll ever get a parallel scene to the confession scene at the rock pub where style tells fadel "i know you're a hitman" and fadel tells style "i know that you know". and i wonder if when the time comes, the writers will flip it and have fadel be angry then or if the "why would i be mad?" from the rock pub is foreshadowing for how fadel will react when the time comes. that when fadel listens to style's confession about having been aware of the truth fadel won't be angry, because we know his reaction in the immediate aftermath of hearing the news wasn't actually anger:
and IF the scene at the rock pub really was foreshadowing that fadel's reaction is NOT gonna be anger when style finally opens up about how much he already knew, then well, there is more that we can learn from the conversation about the rock pub. because apart from "why would i be mad? i already knew that", fadel also says:
style was keeping the truth from fadel, a truth fadel was already aware of and when style finally confesses to the truth, fadel isn't mad, but there will still be a punishment, there will still be consequences. so that makes me wonder... what are the consequences gonna be for style knowing the truth about fadel's hitman identity? what is the punishment going to be?
at the rock pub, the punishment is:
style followed fadel into the heavy metal world even though he himself isn't a heavy metal fan and the consequences are that he has to put on make-up to blend in
and i wonder if style will follow fadel into the hitman world even though he himself isn't a hitman and i wonder if as a consequence style will end up killing someone
i'm still haunted by this pic that dunk posted on the last day of shooting:
(edit: @lavenderrlilac pointed out in the replies that the murder husband pic could be from the painball scenes, and while that is highly likely, it still doesn't cancel out the whole thing about "the punishment for keeping the truth is that you have to blend in into my world" đ«Łđ«Łđ«Ł)
#the heart killers#fadelstyle#thk meta#thk speculations#hui talks thk#hui talks thai bl#i was gonna try to respond in the tags but it got too long and i needed screenshots to make my point xD#idk what this says about me -- am i messed up in the head?#but like i signed up for murky morality and mayhem and MURDER when i STARTED this series#so it doesn't exactly bother me that style could end up going down that route??? OuO
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Thereâs something so sweet about this scene. Not only Arthur is surrounded by his knights, his friends, he still canât seem to forget thereâs someone missing.
And the way he approaches Merlin is nothing funny or sarcastic: itâs pure concern, itâs love, itâs respect.
Merlin admits heâs scared, without thinking about it twice, because yes, this is Arthur, the same man who makes fun of me on a daily, but heâs also my best friend, the man I love, and who I could lose, but I canât tell him, but, oh God, if he needs to know I donât want him to die. Iâm the most powerful warlock on earth, yet Iâm scared of Morgana, because she wants to kill Arthur, and Iâm weak when it comes to him, Iâm scared I wonât be able to protect him as I should (especially since Merlin has heard the prophecy that spoke of Arthurâs bane).
I like Arthurâs stunned face. Merlin is referring to his life. âYou donât care you could die?â And not only Arthur is shocked by it, because he thought Merlin knew his reasonings by now, knew that Arthur would never risk losing his knights, losing Merlin. But Arthur doesnât care as long as his men are safe, as long as Merlinâs safe (because, letâs be honest, this conversation is nothing but a way for them to tell each other how they feel towards one another, without exposing themselves to the danger of this revelation). And Arthur needs to make something clear:
âOnly about you.â Because Arthur brings Merlin everywhere like heâs a solider, a warrior, someone who knows how to fight with a sword, whoâs an asset to Camelot and the kingdom itself, so he considers him an equal, someone he can sit with on a lower step and chat with about his fears, because he can be vulnerable with Merlin. Arthur knows heâs safe with him.
Arthur includes Merlin in his speech, and this is something that could mean, âOh, so Merlin isnât a friend, isnât a brother, heâs so much more.â This scene is so impactful, because itâs one of those rare moments where Arthur shows how deeply he can love, how much risk heâs willing to take to bring peace to his kingdom and to his people: to the ones he loves.
And he knows his knights, he knows Merlin wonât abandon him, because he has never done it, and Arthur truly believes Merlin has no reason to do it now, even if heâs scared. Itâs as if Arthur is asking, just to make sure, just to have the confirmation that they think the same of it.
And they do:
I wish I didnât understand how much Iâm willing to risk, and have already risked for you. Because this is why Iâm here: for you and only for you.
The self deprecating smile, because Merlin canât back down, he never will. Heâs so frightened, yet not even the prospect of battling against Morgana and her army will make him run.
He has Arthur to protect.
The way he smiles, itâs as if heâs saying, âWhy didnât I understand this sooner? Arthurâs just like me.â But itâs the fact that they told each other this, they know now, after ten years, that theyâre willing to do anything and more for the other to stay safe, to be alive, even if one of them isnât.
Merlin tells Arthur. He watches him intensely, because Arthur needs to understand. Heâs honest.
Arthur gets it, and heâs finally happy. Heâs relieved that Merlin wonât abandon him, that he will stay by his side, like he always is, protecting him, fighting with him, and helping him.
Arthur smiles at Merlin like heâs seeing him for the first time, and he falls in love with him just that tad bit more.
#this is my favourite scene of them#there is just something so pure and honest about their stares and their words that does it for me#they watch the otherâs reaction because they know what theyâre actually implying#and i know that this show is simple at the end#maybe there was just something to show and thatâs it#maybe the dialogues were written with another purpose#but as long as there will be something that makes me truly believe these two are canon#i donât care#itâs in moment like this that you wonder because there is just something in arthurâs words#the way he puts it#the way heâs telling this to merlin and not to his knights because he wants to make sure merlin is reading between the lines#and arthur tells merlin to eat something to not think about it because now theyâre safe that the other knows#knows how much they love each other#i like this scene so much and arthurâs small and pleased smile makes it all the better#arthurâs happy if merlinâs happy#and thatâs all he needs#merthur#bbc merlin#merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin bbc#merlin x arthur
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ranking my past lives on a scale from Haldrath to Tenzen
#idk maybe in his wandering era Haldrath had whimsical creature spirit friends who he helped people with#but we only got the grim bit where he did atrocities that helped start a 1000 year war then renounced his throne in anguish#don't mind me just amused at going back to NG+ Heavensward right after the new Tataru quest#they're much more direct about Tenzen having been a past life of the WoL's#but I still think if you do the dragoon quests it does also imply it like you accidentally got the same job stone in two lives#and it trips a switch XD#.... what if you accidentally get a soul stone from every past life#and you get your MCH jobstone and that's your first new one and you're setting that up for your future self :')#anyway I also think Estinien is descended from Haldrath so that makes a hilarious dynamic#this is also something Frog experiences in canon#although I think she's more told what Alberic saw than experiencing it herself#it's what made her believe in past lives long before they were truly confirmed to her and how she rolled with that info#like yeah sure of course this is true I have the same job stone I had 1000 years ago for Dragoon tell me something new#it's nice that there's ONE thing I have convoluted theories for that Frog gets to know about though#she's so oblivious to the worldbuilding XD#but she did feel a shade responsible (literally) for starting the Dragonsong War even though she wasn't Ishgardian#it explained why Halone was her patron despite growing up in Rhalgr territory#ffxiv#bounding frog
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Simon âGhostâ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife
You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, whoâs walking alongside Soap
âOh! Sorry about that, sir.â You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for
The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him
That one smile and he was done for
âWho was thaâ?â The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghostâs attention still fixated on you.
âThink that was my wife.â
âYer what?!â
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife
Well, everyone apart from you apparently
He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base donât exactly run themselves
Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case
Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course
By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, itâs understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as itâll be changing soon enough anyway
âYou can call me anythinâ you want, love.â His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. âSo long as you call me, that is.â
By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isnât a date) heâs wondering if youâll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and himself into you
You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself âHusbandâ, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently werenât aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as heâd saved your contact under âWifeâ
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe youâre only playing
âAch, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.â Soap said, seeing Ghostâs approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand
âSâfor my wife. Get your own.â The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where youâre curled up on the couch, reading a book
âAw, thank you honey.â You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips
âHappy wife, happy life, sergeant.â Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other manâs pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch
âGod, maybe I really should keep you.â Youâd laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him
Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses
âIs there some sort of party happening?â Youâd questioned, confused out of your mind
âSuppose you could consider it a party.â Heâd answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white
âNow while youâre lookinâ through dress sizes,â heâd added, taking your left hand in both of his. âYou know your ring size? Got my own shoppinâ to do âround here.â
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