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minhosimthings · 7 months ago

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From Eden || HJY

Synopsis: You ask your favourite angel, Hyunjin about love. And he has a lot to say on a chilly night.

Pairings: Angel!Hyunjin × demon!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, biblical themes, Heaven and Hell, ik angels don't technically have genders but I made reader a bit feminine, teensy bit of angst, mention of Han because I love him, VERY poetic, me yapping about love

A/N: whatsup my popsicles your girl's back from her hibernation with Hyunjin because God damn this man has been bias wrecking me so much. Also this is based on Good Omens, so I hope anyone who watched the show notices the details I put in. As always, enjoy!

Song Recs: From Eden by Hozier, My love Mine all Mine by Mitski

I am yours,

The way the sea belongs to the moon,

And the way the moon belongs to the sky.

The cicadas were chirping. It was a beautiful, wintry night.

An angel and a demon lay on a tiny mound in a park.

“Do you ever think about going back up there?”

Your question stuck to Hyunjin’s mind like pollen to a bee. His magnificently outstretched left wing was practically numb now, from bearing your weight on it for so long. But Hyunjin didn't complain.

After all, he wouldn't have let you lay on wet grass on a frosty November night if his life depended on it; even if he knew that you—as a demon—couldn’t technically feel anything. But as much as you’d tried to convince him of that factual piece of information, he’d rather throw his halo into a river than believe that you had no emotion hiding in you. Hyunjin was a stubborn angel.

Your stubborn angel.

“Not really.” Hyunjin said in a tone almost as soft as his feathers, “Why do you ask?” He pressed a light kiss to the side of your forehead before you could answer, as if wanting to distract you from the topic at hand. You’d understand why. He disliked the idea of talking about it.

“Just….” You trailed off with your sentence, not knowing what reason to give him. Why did you ask him that?

Hyunjin hummed softly, shifting his legs so that yours could be more comfy. You didn't have the heart to tell him you were just fine in your previous position. In fact you didn't have a heart at all!

That was the common human perception of demons, Hell, Lucifer and all that jazz. But you knew that your boss, Lucifer, was only scary when his new assistant didn't get some paperwork done for souls to enter that paradise that was Hell.

“Do you remember the first time we met on Earth?” Hyunjin suddenly asked you, his eyes still gazing up at the painting of the starry sky hanging above you.

“Of course I do.” You laughed gingerly. You vividly remembered the first time you had met Hyunjin.

Five Years Ago

Contrary to popular belief, demons or—as you liked to call yourself—fallen angels, actually didn't like wrecking stuff and destroying everything in their path. You just had to trip people on the sidewalk every now and then and occasionally make a deal with a naive human who stumbles across a cross-road. Most of the time, you were stuck doing paperwork.

So there you were, on a fine November’s evening, strutting down a nice little street in your very cliche all-black outfit, when you abruptly stopped in your tracks in front of an art supply store. It wasn't the Studio Ghibli-esqueness of the shop that made you stop or the fact that the most beautiful paintings of flowers lined the big windows.

It was the familiar celestial energy that was practically leaking out from the shop.

The energy only got ‘louder’ as you entered the shop, having lost the battle to your curiosity. You knew this feeling well enough to figure out that there was an angel or perhaps even God themselves hiding in this store. Turning into a corner, which was lined with shelves of paints of all sorts, you stopped in your tracks, when you lay eyes on the only other living being in the shop.

It was a tall, long-haired man, wearing a black worker’s apron over a white shirt and beige pants and restocking some empty shelves. Perhaps the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. But you knew better than to strike up a conversation with him.

He was no ordinary man, from the looks of the golden halo floating above him, something only you could see very faintly.

Angels and Demons who get stationed on Earth are warned very strictly not to interact with each other. Not even so much as a glance if they accidentally reach for the last cupcake at a bakery. Hell and Heaven's monitoring systems were the best in the universe. But perhaps they were lying about that.

Because no sudden flash of death-inducing lightning struck you or the angel when he turned his eyes to you in the store and said with a sweet smile, “I can see you staring, you know.”

To say it in simple words, you were practically awestruck when you saw him face-front. It was a face which was….eerily familiar. Beautifully familiar. Like a face from a memory you had chosen to rewrite. His beautiful hair fell perfectly onto his face, framing it in such a way that all his features stood out. With eyes that stood proud yet gentle, like a stream by a forest, and lips that looked as if they could heal anything with a single kiss, one could say that he looked angelic.

“What are you looking to buy today?” He asked you as if you two were nothing more than mere humans, “The oil paints perhaps?”

“No…” You said with uncertainty, “I’m sorry I barged in, I just…” You paused, studying his features even more, why was he so familiar? “I thought I saw someone I knew.”

He smiled again, his eyes forming half-moons at you. “Don’t worry, the shop has a spell around it.” Then as if to certify his point, he said in a childish whisper, “Neither Hell nor Heaven will find us here.”

“Oh.” You said simply, not knowing what else to say. You slipped your hands into the pockets of your coat and considered him for a while. Then you slowly walked towards him, feeling warmer and warmer as you did.

“Y/N.” You extended your hand, “Former angel of creation, collector of souls and occasional deal maker.” This was perhaps the boldest act you’d ever performed ever since you fell into Hell, “Oh and I like plants.”

“Hyunjin.” He took your hand in his and shook it formally, “I own this shop.” His gaze was locked on yours, never once wavering, “I’m an angel of Heaven.” He finished the sentence with such gusto that you were sure wind was blowing inside the store.

“Yeah I got that figured.” You said curtly, “I just wanted to ask—” You took a deep breath before speaking, “Have we ever…met before? I mean you just seem so familiar for some reason.” You let out a forced laugh, “I’m sorry if we haven't. It's just that I don't remember anything that happened before—” You stopped briefly, you hadn't talked about it much, “before my fall.”

You noticed the way Hyunjin’s face dropped for only a second or two before he went back to his calm gaze. “No worries.” He said cheerily, “I don’t have a really good memory either so we can just start over from now.”

As an angel of Heaven, a loyal servant of God and Humanity, Hyunjin hated lying. His honesty proved to be as useful as it was dangerous. For example, Hyunjin had gained one of his best friends, Jisung, when he kindly albeit bluntly stated that beige would be a horrible colour for Jisung to paint on a rock album’s cover. After a few hours of debating, in which many noise complaints were involved, Hyunjin had gained a human friend for the first time. He knew Jisung wouldn't live for as long as he would, but it didn't matter. Hyunjin loved the company.

Of the three lies he had spelled in his entire life, this was one of them. You were the second angel he had lied to. Well, fallen angel.

He, in fact, had a terrific memory. And he distinctly remembered the time he first set his eyes on you

After a few days of the Universe’s creation, he had been ordered by Gabriel to bring you forth. They alleged that you had been far too creative in your matters of creation–and too curious as well. God didn't create curiosity for the angels.

After a few hours of drifting through the vast caves of the newborn Universe, Hyunjin spotted an angel of high ranking standing stagnant before what appeared to be a large canvas of infinite, colourful, space.

Your wings were spread high and mighty, beautiful feathers of gold and silver silhouetting an excited figure. You were rushing your fingers about in orchestral movements. Every flick of your finger brought forth a string of rainbow colours that burst forth into one or the other star in front of you.

Angels were not meant to have feelings. It was something that only the lowest of

organisms—humans—had. Atleast, that was what Hyunjin was taught.

But something inside him stirred when he set his eyes on you.

(Was it hatred? You’d broken the Rule of Heaven with your curiosity. Hyunjin loved rules.)

Your sparkling eyes, filled with far more stars than any galaxy that surrounded him, captivated him. You looked like one of those things that the humans did, what was it called? Perhaps it was called a painting, but Hyunjin's memory disappointed him for the first time. He took a deep breath and flew towards you, his mind frantically racing as to how he’d tell you that you had apparently failed God.

“Ahem.” He had said, trying not to seem too overenthusiastic, “Excuse me?”

Hyunjin couldn't find a word to describe your appearance when you turned towards him. He described the moment to you eons later—in a heated argument of betrayal and trust that shook the very Earth itself—as the most beautiful thing he had seen since his birth.

“Oh hello there!” You had responded, not waiting for the angel’s response as you beckoned him to come and stand by your side, “Come look! This is always my favourite part.”

‘Favourite part’ evidently meant the stream of colours that had just erupted in front of you both, some rushing off rapidly in different directions, while some lay still joining together to form a nebula. Hyunjin had seen the creation of nebulae before, but this one was exceptionally magnificent to look at.

“That's…amazing.” Hyunjin breathed out, his eyes widening by the minute as he stared at the dance performance in front of him. You stood with a smug smile on your face.

“I’m quite proud of it actually.” You grinned at him, “I love making nebulae the most. Don't get me wrong though, I still like galaxies!” You threw him a wink, to which he sheepishly smiled

“I don’t see the point in nebulae much though.” He mumbled, trying to make conversation, “I mean, a poor star has to die in order to make such a divine formation.” He motioned towards the theatre of colours in front of you, “It seems odd doesn't it? For death to be so beautiful a thing?”

“I dont think it's odd.” You said, tilting your head, your gaze fixed on his, “I think it's a lovely thing. That the star, which was so beautiful in its first life—” You turned your head back towards the nebula and smiled wide, “—is allowed to be so beautiful in its second one as well.” You grinned with all your teeth this time, “Makes me wonder about all those humans down there on Earth. I think they’re rather lucky to have a life which is short, don't you think? They get to appreciate love better.”

“Appreciate it?” Hyunjin asked, feeling a creeping emotion cling to his wings. Did curiosity always feel this amazing?

“Of course! Loving is practically what anyone would—and should—live for!” You said in the same cheery tone, “Love wasn't made to be locked up in some cage and fed a beggar’s meal all day like Heaven thinks! Absolutely not!” Your eyes shone with determination, “Love was created to be talked about. Asked about. It was made to be yearned for, cried after and laughed about. Love, I think, took God the longest time to make. It would be hard, wouldn't it?” Your eyes softened, “To make something that is to be given so tenderly and felt so violently.”

Hyunjin drew in a sharp breath at your words. He didn't comprehend the concept of love that well, having only been taught that it is a dangerous thing. Now he mused on what danger might feel like.

“Personally I think we angels should be allowed to live a mortal life at least once in this infinitely dreary life-span of ours. I do love the idea of love so much and maybe we’ll learn to appreciate warmth once in a while. Heaven does get so cold.” You laughed.

“So it’d be like some sort of mission?” Hyunjin asked, cocking his head to the side. You stared off into the distance for a while before answering, your eyes wider than ever before.

“Oh I have such a brilliant idea!” You said, radiant joy lacing every word you said, “Why haven't I ever thought about it ever before?” You noticed the dark-haired angel staring at you in confusion before you started to explain, “Why don’t we suggest to Gabriel and everyone else to have a few angels be posted down on Earth?” You looked around you frantically, before your far-seeing eyes landed on a tiny blue dot floating about its own space, “So we can keep an even better check on them.” You smiled widely, before looking at Hyunjin and making an excited sound, “I should go right now if I want to catch Gabriel at a good time.”

Your wings seemed to have understood your excitement, as they fluttered rapidly, at the prospect of going down to the planet you and a few others had designed so carefully. A planet that was neither too hot nor too cold. A planet filled with your favourite creations of God. A planet that was just right.

“Oh I never asked.” You snapped your gaze to him, “What is your name?”

Right. He never told you his name. What an idiot you are Hyunjin, he scolded himself, getting distracted by pretty angels.

“Hyunjin.” He said, bowing his head, “My name is Hyunjin.”

“I’m Y/N.” You said, bowing your head back, your lucent halo shining so brightly in Hyujin’s face. He already knew your name. He had to bring you to Gabriel in chains.

“Well I’m off to Gabriel’s.” You said, “Thanks for the idea, Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin never thought his name could sound so harmonious. So melodic, full of stories. A captivating name.

He relished that moment endlessly, all the while trying to suppress the carnal hunger within him that wanted to speak to you again. To explain all his thoughts and ask every question residing in his non-existent heart. He had that feeling that you’d know the answer to each of them. But he wouldn't have the opportunity to do that for a very long time.

A couple thousand years to be precise.

In a paint store.

Out in the middle of nowhere and yet in the middle of everything.

Time always seemed faster to you after you became a demon. The same old routine—though it tired you out—seemed to continuously keep you on your toes. You couldn't remember the last time you looked up at the stars. For some reason unknown to you, you had always felt a special sort of connection to them, as if they were your own creation. You could always retrace your footsteps at night, feeling the warm splutters of light being shaped like soft clay in your hands. And then you’d forget it all by the morning.

It was only a dream, you’d surmise, demons don’t get dreams though.

But the dream you had that day was one you’d never dare to forget.

The dream in which you stumbled upon a faintly familiar (absolutely gorgeous) angel, brought a few weird looking paints called gouache, realised you knew nothing about painting, and took up the angel’s offer to teach you.

The dream in which your colorless penthouse apartment held a little more colour when Hyunjin stepped into it, with a canvas and an easel and another home-stitched apron made just for you. A white one with tiny black cats on it. He always despised the fact that angels couldn't also turn into any animal they wanted. He wanted to be a snow-coat ferret.

And the dream in which a sin was committed, a sin greater than when Eve sunk her teeth into God’s most precious jewel.

It didn't matter though. You weren't struck by Heaven’s lightning.

Just sweetly kissed on your forehead by Hyunjin as you both lay in bed, silently wrapped in each other’s arms tightly, afraid the other would float away if you let go.

“I think I want to love you.” Hyunjin said, "I think I really want to love you."

Love was for humans, not angels and demons.

"I think I do too." You said, breathing in his scent. It was the same old crisp smell of paint and a bit of something else. Rain maybe? Or was it pine? There were some traces of old paper as well but you thought—

"I love you, Y/N." Hyunjin exhaled shakily, "I love you so much."

Love was not meant for demons.

"I love you so much too, Hyunjin."

Present

"How could I ever forget the time we met?" You chuckled, cuddling closer to Hyunjin. His warmth made you want to sleep so bad, but you persisted. Anything to complete a conversation with your favourite angel.

"I think that was the day I made up my mind to never leave Earth." Hyunjin said slowly, tentatively almost, “That was the day I found something—” He smiled, and closed his eyes, taking a breath in before continuing, “—that made me want to love again.”

“It's funny.” You chuckled, admiring a distant red star in the sky, “People would usually end that sentence with ‘live again’.” You sighed, the red star glistened again, “But we’re not people are we?” You nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck.

Hyunjin’s arm beneath your neck slightly shifted, causing you to press your nose into his chest instead. Angels smell like rain, you thought. His breathing slowed down and you could hear the cogs in his brain turning. My angel smells like paint.

“Would you like to be human?” Hyunjin asked hesitantly. The constellation of Cassiopeia was particularly bright tonight, with her five stars reminding everyone of the downfall due to vanity. You shifted again, not saying anything. The same silence remained hanging in the air for a few minutes, with the two of you just taking in each other’s mellowness. And then you spoke.

“What do you think about love, Hyunjin?” You asked him, for perhaps the fifteenth time in five years. Every time he had been confronted with that question, he’d either never answer it or find a way to flirt with you. But he couldn't escape now, you thought. He was trapped in between your arms and your attack of a thousand tickling kisses was notorious for its ability to—

“Love…..” He started, “is practically what anyone would—and should—live for.” You tilted your head curiously up at him and he began to narrate.

“Somebody once told me that, you know?” He laughed, “Back in heaven. She loved the idea of love so much, she gave me an entire speech about it.” He cleared his throat dramatically.

“Love wasn't made to be locked up in some cage or thrown onto the streets.” His eyes seemed to gleam, “Love was created to be talked about. Asked about. It was made to be yearned for, cried after and laughed about. Love took God the longest time to make.” It would be hard, wouldn't it?” His eyes softened down at you, as he pressed the umpteenth kiss of the night to your skin, “To make something that is to be given so tenderly and felt so violently.”

Those words…..why were they so familiar?

“But I think I disagree.” Hyunjin said again, saving you from the task of replying, “As much as I liked that idea back then, I think I find it a bit incorrect now that I know more about love.”

“It's not like you to disagree on most things.” You smiled to yourself. Though Hyunjin did like giving his own opinions very honestly, he didn't like to disagree or argue over other people’s choices. Unless it was his mortal friend Jisung of course. Hyunjin chuckled and raised his hand up to touch the sky. You followed his outstretched finger to where it was pointing and your gaze stopped on something.

A nebula.

Though you were a demon, you were still technically a celestial being. So your vision stretched about as far as the Aries constellation’s multitude of galaxies. And maybe even farther. You didn't know though. You were far too lazy to waste your energy on peering at the sky.

“You know that angel who told me about love?” Hyunjin dropped his hand back down onto the soft grass, “She was creating a nebula when she said that.”

Hyunjin shifted to lay on his side, his wing beneath you stretching to adjust to the new position. He fluttered his eyes from your eyes to your lips, admiring all of your features in the process. You felt warmth cloud your cheeks and ears. He always did that to fluster you, and it was a battle you could never win.

Reaching out a hand, he cupped your cheek in his palm. You melted into his touch and closed your eyes, relishing the moment like a touch starved human.

If this was what being human felt like, then you wanted to be human.

“I think love is like a nebula.” Hyunjin said in a crooning voice, “Nebulas are created by the death of a star right?” He started to explain, amused at your confused expression, “When the star dies, those wisps of starstuff come together again to form something so beautiful, something which can support another galaxy, something that is as pretty as that late star.” He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, you could clearly see the mole beneath his eye, “That's what love is, I think.”

You shifted in your place onto your side, and took him in—his words and his beauty. By God were both of them absolutely gorgeous.

“Love is eternal.” Hyunjin’s voice was an early morning mist, “Love is something that can never truly die out, no matter what. It's those little things that we do without realizing it was the habit of someone in our past. It's the fact that we are all just made up of starstuff and little bits of someone else’s soul. In a way we are also nebulas, don't you think?” He brushed a strand of hair back behind your ear, his hands were still warm in the cold night’s air, “I think love is a mystery which shouldn't be solved. Just embraced.” You blinked, feeling the mellowness of him and for a moment, you thought it was a dream.“I don't think love should be felt violently. Just….warmly.”

His solid form pressed into you, the familiar rise and fall of his breath. Your fingers resting gently on his chest, and the sense of closeness sent a rush of feelings that almost hurt. Your mind spun as you tried to recall your memories as an angel. Were you the one who had told him about love?

Hyunjin looked at you, at the faint crease between your brows as if he were afraid to lose you again. His chest tightened, and for a moment, he allowed himself to think for a moment—just a moment—that an angel and a demon could defy the rules set by the one who created them. If God didn’t want love to exist between Hell and Heaven’s soldiers, then damn Them, Hyunjin thought.

“If love is a nebula…” You softly hummed, eyes flickering to his lips every now and then, “...that means it's always changing right?” Hyunjin nodded, taking note of the teasing expression on your face and taking his eyes down to the grass instead, “Then I think I want love to be us.”

In that second heartbeat of silence, Hyunjin looked up, his eyes blazing with passion, and before either of you could think, you pulled him by the neckline of his hoodie, your lips crashing onto his with a desperate intensity that left no room for doubt.

Your breaths mingled, Hyunjin could see the flicker of longing in your gaze, the vulnerability you’d always tried to hide. With a hum, he closed the distance between your bodies, capturing your lips again with a tenderness that held nothing but love, both of you melting into the intensity of the moment.

“Love is us.” You said, after pulling away from the brief moment of passion, “I think love is nothing but us.”

“An angel and a demon?” Hyunjin asked, his lips faintly pinkish and his cheeks even more so.

You shook your head, “A star and another star.”

Hyunjin laughed heartily and nodded, “A star and another star it is then.” He pressed his lips to your forehead, “Love is us.”

The cicadas were chirping. It was a beautiful, wintry night.

Two stars lay on a tiny mound in a park.

And even if the jealous stars

Break and shatter upon the milky way,

I will still see Heaven in your eyes.

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memorabxlia · 2 months ago

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The One ━ 피하

☆pairing¡! ot6 x fem!reader ☆genre¡! fluff, hurt/comfort, ☆summary¡! moments you knew they were the one ☆warnings¡! mentions anxiety and stress, mentions fate, crying, that's all I think ☆wc¡! 1.2k (all together) ☆a/n¡! I'm back!! Apologies for being gone so long, life had taken an unexpected turn, but it's all been figured out and I thought I would write something for piwon since DUH! got released, which besides the title track I'm definitely in love with Flashy and Pretty Boy!!!

Keeho – wc: 232

It had been a long, emotionally draining week for both of you. Work, pressure, expectations—everything was piling on. You suggested some air, and he led you up to the rooftop of his dorm, city lights stretching in the distance like tiny stars. You wrapped yourselves in a blanket, sipping hot drinks, sitting in comfortable silence until Keeho finally spoke.

"I'm scared sometimes," he admitted, voice quieter than usual. "Of failing, of not being enough—for myself, for the people I care about."

It was the first time you'd seen him stripped of his usual humor and confidence. The way he let you see that raw part of him made your heart ache—in the best way. He wasn't just fun and bold and loud. He was layered, deep, and open in ways only someone truly trusting could be. As you looked at him, hair tousled, eyes soft, you thought: This is the kind of person I want to face every version of life with. This is home.

Theo – wc: 212

You’d had one of those days—full of misunderstandings, fatigue, and a gnawing anxiety you couldn’t shake. You texted Theo, not asking him to come, just venting. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock. No words, no dramatics. Just Theo, holding your favorite drink and a warm hoodie that smelled like him.

You both sat on the couch. He let you lay your head on his shoulder. No advice. No fixing. Just presence. Steady, unwavering presence.

You cried a little. He held your hand.

And when you finally looked up, red-eyed and emotionally wrung out, he smiled a small, sad smile and said, “You don’t always have to be okay. I’ll hold you through it.”

At that moment, you knew. Love wasn’t always loud or poetic. Sometimes it was quiet and grounding. And in that stillness, you realized: Forever is with him.

Jiung – wc: 211

You both had creative souls—his in music, yours in writing and visual art. One rainy evening, you found yourselves sprawled across the floor of his studio. He was tweaking beats and lyrics while you sketched a new concept inspired by his latest song.

“I love how your brain works,” Jiung said suddenly, watching you from behind his laptop. “You make things feel alive.”

You blushed, a little surprised. He wasn’t the type to compliment lightly, but when he did, it always felt sincere.

Later that night, when he played the finished demo and you saw your drawing sitting beside his notebook, you realized how deeply your worlds were woven together. In your art, in your rhythms, in your quiet encouragements—this was more than just chemistry. This was partnership.

That’s when it struck you: I don’t just love him. I want to create life with him, over and over again.

Intak – wc: 209

It started as a joke. You were bored, and Intak, ever the instigator, grabbed your hand and said, “Let’s drive till we find something cool.” Two hours later, you were eating street food in a small coastal town, barefoot on a beach neither of you knew existed that morning.

You laughed until your stomach hurt, danced to a stranger’s guitar playing, and talked about your craziest dreams like they were possible.

At some point, Intak looked at you with that boyish grin and said, “What if we just kept going? New places, new food, you and me. Just… forever like this.”

You laughed then, but as the sun set and you watched him skip rocks across the water, you couldn’t stop smiling. Because forever didn’t sound scary. Not with him. Not with his wild heart, his gentle soul, his chaotic joy.

This wasn’t just a detour. It was the beginning of your favorite story.

Soul – wc: 200

It wasn’t a special day. There were no holidays, no celebrations. You were just at home, folding laundry together. The TV played softly in the background, Soul humming absentmindedly along to a song he liked.

He handed you a pair of socks, then paused to fix the collar of your shirt with such quiet tenderness it made your heart ache. “You always forget this part,” he murmured with a small laugh, smoothing it out.

You looked up, caught in his calm eyes, and suddenly felt the weight of the moment.

No grand gestures. No big declarations. Just soft love, steady hands, and a deep knowing.

With Soul, it wasn’t about the high points—it was the everyday magic. And in that silence, you knew: He’s my forever. My ordinary miracle.

Jongseob – wc: 204

The night sky stretched endlessly above you as you lay on a blanket in a quiet park. Jongseob was talking about the future—his bucket list, the music he still wanted to make, the people he wanted to impact.

Then his voice shifted. Softer.

“But no matter what happens, I want you there with me,” he said. “In every version of my future, you're in it.”

You turned to look at him, lit only by the moonlight, and saw the rare vulnerability in his usually confident eyes.

He wasn’t just speaking from fantasy—he was making a promise. A quiet, hopeful, real promise.

You reached for his hand, and when he gripped it back tightly, you knew—this isn’t just love. This is fate.

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tsbs-shipfessions · 5 months ago

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On my BloodySun Bullshit again, so have some stupid disjointed confessions bc I NEED TO GET THEM OUTTTT-

🩸BM (Hunter (Active), Harvest (Calmer)) both have little to no interest in Carnal Intimacy. In their words, "We only enjoy blood and tears. No other fluids >:(("

☀️ Sun's interested in the IDEA of it - not the execution.

🩸they absolutely prank the others with it by fake-moaning or going "well, we're off to have some Alone Time Wink Wink" ((they cuddle or play games in a blanket fort))

☀️ Hunter and Harvest like to split, sandwich Sun and cling like koalas, bc it's the closest they can get to being "one". Not even just cuddling, sometimes Sun will be cooking dinner or puttering around and suddenly one is climbing his back while the other lunges to dandle at his front. It happens often enough for the others to dub it "Red Dwarf Mode".

🩸 Dazzle calls BM Murder Dad, and while it takes a bit, H&H realize it's not bc she's petty but bc she just. Doesn't equate Murderous Tendencies to be inherently Bad (#Thanks-Jack). She was a little nervous at first, but quickly grew chill with them. "I get weird when I'm hungry, too. And you were like a baby. Babies need lotsa food. Just don't eat me again - that was scary." They promise not to eat her.

☀️ ^ that being said, they did not promise to not PLAY eat her by nomming her sides until she shrieks with her giggles, so they still have a little prey to hunt ((she bops them with her hairbrush if it's a No Tickle Time, to which they dramatically perish on the floor, writhing in death throes while waxing poetic))

🩸 Sun and BM take the kids ((and usually some other family members)) out once a month for Paint Ball Battle Royale - the couple (throuple?) are FORBIDDEN from teaming up. Dazzle and Jack are also tiny terrors.

☀️ Sun gets SMOTHERED in aggressive affection when he has an anxiety flare up. Cleo, Muffin, Hunter and Harvest just pin him to a comfy surface and lay on him, purring and cuddling. BM also will "eat" the bad feelings and thoughts, just to make Sun laugh.

🩸Also personal hc that Sunny has quiet BPD and H&H tried doing research to help. They got monumentally pissed when most of the resources were "survival guides" or "how to stop walking on eggshells" type of things. They went to bitch about it with Earth, who ALSO hates the stigmatization of it all. ((Hunter, Harvest, Earth and Moon debate writing their own book bc Fuck That Shit))

☀️ Sun and Bloodmoon match each other's freaks in the WILDEST of ways and nobody is prepared. It's great.

🩸 Sun absolutely picks BM up at times, swings him gently going "stinky man! Stinky little mans~ so gross and yucky, so icky, gross little guy!" It began bc they were, in fact, disgusting, but even after finding regular bathtime routines, he kept doing it bc it's funny.

☀️ Jack was VERY overprotective initially, but now he and BM are violent beasties. Spars! Wrestling!! Races!!! Teaching Dazzle self defense!!!! Getting.... getting low-key scared of a tiny little girl who takes to killing methods alarmingly quick. Oh gods. Is... is this allowed?? Is that normal??? It's cool as fuck but also HELLO-????

🩸 Moon: if you upset me I'll kill you slowly

BM: meh.

Sun: if you upset me, you're sleeping alone in the nest.

BM: *agonized dramatic screaming, crying, gagging, agony-*

☀️ they absolutely have matching pj sets

They remind me of that one couples sleepwear meme.

That one.

#🔧 'Get it off your chest- you're safe here.' (Confessions Tag)#the sun and moon show #tsams #sun and moon show #sams #the sun and moon show confessions #tsams confessions #sun and moon show confessions #sams confessions #the sun and moon show shipfessions #tsams shipfessions #sun and moon show shipfessions #tsbs confessionverse #bloodmoon x sun #sun x bloodmoon #bloodysun

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im thinking (rare) and .... cannibal lily ? cannibal jily ?

omg omg

okay so i think i talked a little about cannibal lily before? but like within this prongsfoot/exes bellajames au where she's friends with remus & sees them messily chopping up a body so corrects them on how to dissect people so they taste better.

but like. ok what about a middle aged unhappily married lily whos super bored of her life & lowk ends up cheating with some younger guy in a bar & then her husband finds out & they get into a fight & she ends up pushing him down the stairs & he cracks his neck on the bannister & dies so she pretends he ran out on her & she chops him up & puts him in ice boxes to avoid him rotting & stinking up the car & puts him in the boot of her car & 'goes on a spa retreat bcs she's heartbroken and needs some selfcare' but shes actually just driving across the country to bury him far away, only to run into this flashy middle aged man clearly in the process of some midlife crisis with his red sports car & tracksuit & sunglasses in the middle of february & he's completely enamoured by her instantly. she's having a coffee in a little cafe by the road & he sits down at her table & tries to flirt with her but she is Not having it (she is litr on a mission here to avoid going to prison for murder), but he is hot & she's actively trying to go off the rails so she hooks up with him in the car with her husband's dead body in the boot. they lowk then drive behind each other & stay in motels together & have more frequent stops to explore various towns together. & then one day they're at a petrol station & whilst she's paying for her petrol, he got a pack of beer & sees the ice boxes in her boot so he opens her truck to put the beer in it only to see some dude's head. he then opens up the others & finds all the diff body parts & she comes out the shop & sees him & then fucking legs it. he closes the truck & runs after her. they run into the woods (in england there's woodland like fucking everywhere, especially beside roads & like motorways yknow), he slowly is able to catch up with her and she turns around knowing she cant outrun him and takes a knife out her pocket towards him. he holds his hands up & is all very poetic and romantic as he tells her he's not gonna tell anyone or anything but pls dont hurt him & he rlly rlly likes her & doesnt think this thing should get in the way of that. & she lowers the knife & he takes her hand in his & they walk back to the petrol station together to the weird looks of the person who works there & they drive off again but james says he lowk jealous lily is doing all this for her husband :( so they go to a beach & then they have a barbeque there & cook the husband's bodyparts & eat him together. lily asks him why exactly hes so casual about this shit & james tells her that its the most terrified and excited hes been in his entire life & that being with her is like the best rollercoaster evrr & its scary & he feels so so guilty and bad but also so so good & the happiest hes ever been & then they makeout whilst lily's husband's liver is burning on the bbq

#i wrote this out whilst in a coffee shop i go to a lot & know the ppl who work here well. they may have seen my laptop screen.#anyway #i have no shame.#beloved mutuals <33 #jily #tw. cannibalism #tw. murder #lily evans #jily au

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quetzalpapalotl · 2 months ago

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Strange thing but did you ever feel like Tarn was made to be more pathetic just to work around Megatron being on the MTMTE cast? Like maybe pathetic wasn't the right word but like JRo had to kneecap the character cor Megs.

Honestly, Tarn has always being pathetic to me lmao

But I kind of get what you mean. There are two factors about Tarn's confrontation with Megatron that make him seem pathetic, the first is that he's an emotional mess that wants to punish Megatron at the same time that he's begging him to go back to the person he used to be. The second is how easily Megatron gets rid of him the moment Megatron decides to get serious, making Tarn look weak in comparison.

For the first one, I really would have accepted nothing else. Tarn is above everything else fake. The guy is LARPing at being this righteous revolutionary that's doing the necessary evil who is so smooth and cultured who cares so much for his team and Megatron's vision and all that. Tarn—presumably to distance himself from Glitch—relies on performing this image of himself and his idolatry of Megatron to get a sense of identity and confidence, it's not about the cause no matter how many quotes he throws at you, is about feeling good with himself. This, I think, is something that has always being a part of his character, so him losing his shit when his identity is treathened this way is only natural.

And there's something poetic about it, Tarn who represents the cause is hollow and fake because Megatron's cause was always being hollow and fake. He groomed Tarn just to spite Optimus. He made up some shit about how they totally needed to kill all the organics and after that we'll have peace, trust me, bro, because his life stopped to have meaning without violence and he didn't want to be vulnerable ever again. So Megatron has to expose and kill Tarn for his own arc.

And I really like that, I love that Tarn is absolutely lame despite it, or because of it, he is this terrifying threat. But because he's introduced as this mounstrous unstoppable force, it may feel cheap that Megatron defeats him so easily. But honestly I don't have a problem with it, Megatron is supposed to be Megatron, the scourge of the galaxy, the guy this professional murder-torturer fears so much. I think it was important for the arc he was going through to really show just how good Megatron is at violence and why he's so afraid of returning to it.

Which I guess, from a certain point of view, does mean that Tarn was discarded for Megatron's arc, but like, he's a villian, he was meant to be defeated no matter how scary he looked, I don't mind. And like, Megatron did have to pull a brand new and op trick to do it, which I guess may also feel unsatisfying, but like, it's Transformers, I expect bullshit powers to happen and it did have set up, it wasn't out of nowhere, which is the most I ask. The most important thing for me is that things make thematic sense.

But I will say that we do know that originally Drift was going to be the DJD's target, and we can't say how that would have looked like, Drift doesn't really need to be able to curb-stomp the DJD alone. But I don't think Tarn's personality would have come across as any less pathetic, like I said, his character always seemed fake, even before Dark Cybertron. And Drift is someone who is also portrayed as putting on a fake-ass persona at the start of Mtmte so they kinda seem like they were meant to be foils.

I don't dare to speculate further because JRo has a very different vision of Drift than McCarthy and then Drift ended up being the worst written character out of Mtmte bc JRo didn't knew what to do with him when he had to deviate everything to include Megatron. So who knows what Drift vs Tarn would have looked liked, maybe more equal since Drift isn't Megatron. But really my issue with this isn't that Tanr was done dirty, but that Drift was.

#smolestbrein #quetzal rambles tf #i want to shave tarn into a locker so bad

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redflagshipwriter · 1 year ago

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Hi, it's Tim (just Tim) chapter 6

Masterpost

San Francisco was a breath of fresh air. It would have been better if Dick wasn’t shepherding him there like the world’s most anxious and chatty herding dog. Tim halfway wanted to make a break for it to see if Dick would bark at him.

He nobly resisted the urge. He actually hadn’t gotten in trouble for going no contact. Incredibly, Bruce hadn’t noticed that he had been with Superboy. He must really be wound up about the Red Hood.

Speaking of- “What’s the Red Hood done that makes B think I’m the target to be concerned about?” Tim asked.

Dick looked a little ill. He clearly didn’t want to answer. “Well, he’s been pretty clear,” he said apologetically. “Very clear. A lot of metaphors about breaking off your wings that B is taking pretty seriously. It’s like English class all over again,” he complained. Dick scrunched up his face and gestured wildly with his long elegant hands. “There was this like, poetic reference that I didn’t get, but it was about stomping on a bird and crushing all their bones under your boot. B had to look it up.” He cocked his head to the side at the end.

…This guy was referencing poets B didn't know offhand, and they were meant to think he was some big scary thug?

“...So he’s, uh, well-read, then,” Tim concluded, adding it to the very short list of things they knew about the Red Hood. “Loser.”

“We shouldn’t say that,” Dick demurred, which meant ‘lol yeah.”

Tim gave the older bird a judgemental look for even trying as Dick typed in pass codes for Titan Tower. That was their whole thing as Bats. They took information and made deductions. This particular deduction made him feel cockier. While the big bad Red Hood had been wasting time reading, Tim had been studying the blade and uh, making out with a really hot guy. Heh. He couldn't hold in the self satisfied smirk. Hood was a loser. He could use his time much better than by reading moldy old books.

Dick stayed long enough to get Tim settled, but he was clearly anxious to get back to Gotham.

Tim was torn. On the one hand, he did not like essentially being benched. But… Well, he wasn't benched outside of Gotham, Tim decided, wandering through the shared kitchen and rummaging around for a snack. He could go on any Titans mission that came up. He opened the fridge and squinted suspiciously at something in the vegetable crisper.

He had always assumed someone really liked potatoes. But knowing what he did now, he wondered if those were Kon’s groceries. Did the guy just eat raw fruit like some kind of lunatic?

…Maybe no one kept potatoes there after all. He had thought it was weird since he never really saw anyone cook. Tim picked the suspect up and sniffed at it. This ugly thing was a fruit?

Well. He was brave and he was bold. Tim bit through the skin. His teeth sank in with much less resistance than he expected: not a raw potato. It tasted okay. This was Kon’s favorite flavor? Tim had another bite and mulled it over. It was alright. It wasn’t exactly bacon and artichoke pizza or sour cherry candy, though.

Huh. He shut the fridge door with his hip and made his way to his room, planning to drop off his travel bag.

A window opened and slammed shut nearby. Tim detoured to see who it was. His heart beat hard against his chest when he rounded the corner.

“Superboy,” he said casually, as if he hadn't been making out with the guy a couple hours ago.

“Hey, Rob.” Kon breezed past, obviously lost in thought. He stopped midair and frowned. “Do you smell mango?”

Tim hid the half eaten fruit in his utility belt. “No. Maybe you're just hungry.”

Gaslight gatekeep girlbossing worked, as always. Kon let out a “huh,” cocked his head, and zipped away to the kitchen.

Ah, hell. Tim realized he was smiling like a dope to the empty hallway. He wiped the expression from his face and hoped that no one ever reviewed that section of security tape. How embarrassing.

He hid away in his room for a while, letting tactics and plans stew away in his mind. He was hyper aware of the fact that Kon was somewhere in the tower. Was anyone else? He didn't know. He should check.

While he was at it, he should try and hack into whatever B was hiding about the Red Hood on the bat computer. Tim spun idly in his desk chair as he thought it over. Bruce was being twitchy. He wanted Tim so far away from the situation that Tim knew in his gut it would eventually be his problem. That was how this shit always worked; the most dramatic thing possible would happen.

He emerged from his room to find Kon in some kind of argument with Cassie. Tim decided to stay way the fuck away from that. He steered to the living room. Raven looked up from her book, expression flatly unamused.

“Robin.” She acknowledged. Then she looked away.

She was in a great mood, then.

He checked through the logs: it was just the four of them. As Tim watched, Cassie's status dinged to display ‘out of the tower’.

Just the three of them, then. And Raven wasn't going to come seek anyone out.

Tim went Kon hunting. Kon was sprawled out in his room, tossing something up and down. It glittered where it caught the air.

“Superboy,” he said, leaning on the doorframe casually. Did it look casual? Did it look douchey? Tim stood up straight before Kon looked up.

“Hey, Rob,” Kon said. He flashed his toothiest grin at Tim. Fuck, he was pretty. “Did you want something?”

“Yeah, I wanted to talk. Can I come in?”

Kon sat up on his elbows. “Come right the hell in, my dude.” He cocked his head to the side and a curl fell over his face. “Everything alright?” A smile tugged one half of his mouth up mischievously. “Come sit on my lap and tell me all about it.”

The thing was that Kon said shit like that all the time. He said it to Tim, he said it to Cassie, he said it to any number of civilians. Tim had thought that Kon was just being kind of a bitch to him.

“Thanks,” he said easily, and sat with his knees on either side of Kon’s thighs.

Kon’s mouth fell open. Tim waited, but no sound came out.

“I was actually wondering- you say things like that to me a lot,” Tim continued, feeling very smug. Haha, Kon hadn't just been needling him. He'd been pulling pigtails. He wanted Tim, what a loser. “A guy starts to get the impression that you're interested. And…” he dragged his gaze pointedly down Kon’s perfect body. “I'm not disinterested,” he finished coyly.

“Robin.” Kon swallowed visibly. “I uh. I'm really flattered.”

Ah. Fuck. Tim had a very bad feeling.

“I'm kind of seeing someone at the moment.” Kon’s voice cracked. “If- if I hadn't been, I would be all over this. But I am. So.” His hands hovered uselessly a few inches from Tim’s sides.

Well then. Tim slid off Kon’s lap. He didn't let howling frustration show on his face. He was cock blocking himself. “I see,” he said simply. “No worries. I'll see you around.”

“Right.” Kon’s voice cracked again. He shoved his hands in his pockets. His eyes were wild.

Wow. Okay, so life isn't fair. It was good to know. Tim sulked his way back to his room. Well no, actually, he hated this information a lot. But it was useful for his prediction models. He should have known better than to think things would work out.

On the one hand, Kon was apparently loyal to his flavor of the week. Tim could choose to appreciate that, since he was flavor for early September.

Or he could be mad that he'd apparently chosen the wrong ID to flirt with Kon under. He paced an angry circuit in his room around the pile of things he was going to eventually reconstruct. Hell. Fuck. This sucked. Kon had a crush on Robin, the guy he actually knew. What a wasted opportunity!

He calmed down enough to think.

Of course that was when sirens went off. Tim booked it to the landing pad, pulling up the alert on his wrist computer on the way.

They had a mission. Okay. Tim compartmentalized away all the mortification. He could deal with it after they got back.

#red just tim #timkon #tim drake

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us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2 · 1 year ago

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Batman au but Thomas Wayne lives

Thomas lives, and well Bruce has his Uber traumatised ready to murder people father.

Thomas becomes Batman, his favourite weapon is the gun that killed his wife and a scalpel bc he’s poetic like that.

Bruce being literally 8-10 is like

“dad where are you going don’t leave me!”

He has like really bad attachment issues now.

“Son I have to avenge your mother”

“dad, what-what are you going to do? Can I come with you?”

“no you can’t”

Bruce follows along anyway sneaking out to find his dad, he watches him suit up in his Batman suit it looks scary as fuck but little Bruce keeps following

(Thomas doesn’t have like Uber amazing fighting skills he’s just strong and a doctor”

little Bruce keeps following along making sure he doesn’t lose his dad, until they come to a weird warehouse. It’s old rundown and looks abandoned, Thomas enters little Bruce is still scared but he can’t leave his dad.

Thomas enters the warehouse and pulls the gun from his holster. And starts staring at the man who killed his wife.

“You thought I wouldn’t come back for you huh? How does it feel to be in the same situation again?” Thomas says darkly and loud.

little Bruce is off to the side confused why his dad is doing this, and starts sneaking towards him.

“Man I- I- don’t know what you want! It was a hit! It was a hit!”

“You know what I want.. I want your blood spilled. But it won’t be quick no, it will hurt. It will hurt so badly you’d wish you were dead.”

“Please- ple- I will give you anything you want! Money! Bitches! Smokes! Whatever! Just leave me alone!”

little Bruce has snuck up and starts asking his dad what’s he’s doing?

“Dad! Wh- why are you threatening that man? You, you said all life was-was sacred! That’s not okay! You shouldn’t um kill people! You should turn him over to the police!”

“Bruce? What are you doing here?! You should be in bed!”

“Dad I can’t sleep. I don’t wanna lose you like mom”

Thomas stares at Bruce and back at the man who killed his wife, and he sighs.

“Okay Bruce, okay. Your lucky, your so lucky don’t you ever tell anyone you saw me or your life is as good as gone, trust me I follow through with my promises.”

“Yay! What do, we do now?”

“Well Bruce we are going to take this bastard to the police, and then we are going to have a LONG conversation about what you just did”

“Jesus what the fuck are you doing”

Thomas grabs a tranq and stabs it into the man.

“Okay dad!”

flash forward a couple years, Bruce is 12 and he is very very determined to follow his dad out on patrol.

he even made his own version of the bat suit with Alfred’s help!

he dubs himself “batboy”

and starts to follow his dad, his dad isn’t as stealthy as him he’s been practicing for a while now.

but he follows, his little black cape and gray and yellow suit modeled after his favourite show gray ghost, and a domino mask cover his face.

he can barely keep up with his dad but he does, following him through alleyways and up. Eventually he stops and he goes up to his dad to hug him.

“Bruce! What are you doing here?”

“No! Dad call me ‘batboy’ I thought that.. if I made a costume I could join you!”

Thomas stares at him, he looks adorable and so happy.

this isn’t the first time he’s done this and it won’t be the last, the kid sneaky and persistent this is the 4th time this week he’s snuck off to go find him.

maybe it won’t be so bad, but he just can’t fathom anything happening to Bruce.

“Okay ‘batboy’ you can only come on patrol when you finish your schoolwork and are able to fight. I know you will keep following me again and again but it’s just not safe, go home buddy, go home.”

Bruce sulks and heads home, but with a new goal. Learn how to fight! And finish all his school work, if he does it all he’ll be able to work with his dad so much faster!

so we have a training montage of Bruce being taught by Alfred and him getting self defence lessons and learning how to use different weapons and stuff.

by the time he’s 13 he’s completed all his schoolwork and has gotten into college, and learned a ton of different fighting styles and tactics.

he also started learning about forensics and criminal justice and sciences, his dad may be a doctor but he’s not really good with the whole forensics stuff.

he actually just passed it off to Bruce to Learn about, Bruce is estatic about being able to work with his dad.

eventually Bruce tries again and sneaks out to follow his dad, his dad is going to take down a mafia deal. And Bruce feels comfortable with going and helping his dad.

he arrived shortly after his dad and sneaked into the battle field he started running at a goon and thumped HARD against them. Whilst laughing and turning to face his dad.

“Hiya dad!”

“BATBOY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“I finished my homework. And I know how to fight people now, I did everything you asked of me so why am I not allowed to help you?”

Bruce said while jumping onto someone and start punching their face.

“BATBOY I DONT WANT YOU HERE IT’S TOO DANGEROUS!”

“Dad, this is nothing this is a Tuesday for me!”

Thomas scowls, but let’s him continue to fight.

they quickly defeated the mafia and high-five!

“Maybe I was wrong batboy, maybe you can help me fight crime.. but there’s still more to learn, and I’d prefer if you stuck to your studies.”

“Aw, really wanted to help you dad!”

too be added idk, here you go please write more about them

#-pop #My post #creative writing #activism stuff #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writeblr #writerscommunity #batman #batman and robin #bruce wayne #dc comics #thomas wayne #writing prompt #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #fanfic prompt

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rewatching-sam-and-dean · 7 months ago

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Trying to Put My Finger on Why I Don’t Really Like MOC Storyline

I was literally just writing a different post when this idea hit me. I think one of the reasons that MOC Dean storyline just doesn’t really work for me is that it’s not really a proper heroes journey, or it doesn’t feel satisfying. I know I don’t like Sam’s treatment in the storyline, and I find it slow at times, too. But the Dean treatment of it all bugs me too.

Stay with me here.

Season 1 to 5 is a bit more Sam’s Heroes Journey. He reluctantly gets back into hunting, tries to avoid going dark, goes dark, redeems himself (with varying degrees of support from his brother). It’s a complete arc (though I’m glad it didn’t end here). And Sam is forever changed by this. And even Dean is changed from going to hell and learns to trust Sam. This arc mattered for both of them.

Season 6 is like an Epilogue to Seasons 1-5. More a Cas villain reveal, and both brothers getting kicked in the teeth, than a heroic arc.

Season 7 is the consequences of Season 6 and lead-in to Season 8 onward, and Dean is depressed, Sam is insane and Cas finally helps clean up his own mess only after being bullied into doing so. Dean avenges Bobby and stops the leviathan slaughter-house plans by stabbing Dick, I guess. So, Dean is more or less the Season 7 hero.

Season 8 is again Sam’s Heroes Journey, except he doesn’t “get to” fulfill it this time because Dean won’t let him sacrifice himself.

Season 9 is Dean dealing with the consequences of his own actions and Sam’s feelings of betrayal (Angel/Sam) in the most self-destructive way possible (taking MOC), and getting killed.

Season 10 is Dean’s gradual downfall, but his redemption is … stopping himself from killing Sam more than saving the world? He defeats Abadon, but the way he does it is almost more scary than triumphant. Sam’s actions get the mark off of Dean (through getting Rowen and co. involved, and Sam’s actions cure him from being a demon), not Dean.

So in Season 11, the Darkness being unleashed is more a result of Sam taking action than Dean (though he indirectly got the ball rolling by taking the mark). At the end of the season, Dean is willing to sacrifice himself to save the world, but he doesn't have to. He defuses the Amara bomb by waxing poetic about sibling love. While I like this for the change of pace and for how it shows that Dean has finally accepted that Sam loves him back more than anything, it also sort of leaves Season 11 ending on a whimper.

I guess the biggest issue I have with the whole MOC plot for Dean is that once it’s over, it doesn’t seem to matter. No one really holds it against him. He never even like apologizes to Sam for almost killing him for the second time in one season, in “Brother’s Keeper” (that I recall). Dean doesn’t really feel much different as a character after, imo.

For people who like the MOC storyline, did you find it satisfying? Or did you like it for the Dean focus? Did you feel it changed Dean in any meaningful or lasting way?

For others who don’t care for the MOC storyline, what was your particular issue with it?

#supernatural #sam and dean #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Heroes Journeys #SPN Meta #random thoughts #feedback very welcome #Mark of Cain storyline issues

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humanradiojmp · 9 months ago

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Blind Reaction to Episode 3 of TADC (without context)

Contains spoilers

I like how they’re all hanging out and spending time together. Does show they do things outside of the adventure and they’re (mostly) friends with each other

Could be wrong, but I think we’ve had a mini-time skip. I think it’s been at least a few days in between episodes. I was actually kind of hoping there’d be one in this episode, but can’t say for certain that’s the case

Soon you’ll realize there is no spoon

Wonder how useful these little things each of them have is

Apparently, the backward speech is “I can’t wait for the children in the audience to get horrible nightmares from the monster(s).”, I may be in my twenties, but you succeed.

Peggy? Isn’t that the main character from Sunset Paradise?

Same, Pomni. Same.

Ok, so maybe no time skip

He really wants Zooble’s approval. It’s his thing to entertain everyone, and everyone is not entertained

Who ya goin’ call? Ghostbusters!

I can kind of see the Murder Drones inspiration with that door. Or maybe it’s more the same effects used for the fleshy bits

Just because he can summon anyone he wants where he wants, he chooses not to. Despite doing horribly at the adventures and traumatizing everyone, he’s at least considerate to a degree

Yeah, definitely Bubble, not you

Me when trying to talk to someone but I’m autistic and can’t always articulate what I want well

I can’t believe I actually remember the random line out of context for Caine because I laughed

*flashes of scary faces* haha, I’m not going to enjoy this

I’m literally Pomni in this situation

Wait, he’s going to hunt the cast? Is he a secret cannibal or something like that?

Flashbacks to episode one

Watching it back, there’s actually a lot of foreshadowing of what the creature is in the office. Drawings, books, photos. Lots of blink-and-miss things

Lucid Kinger moment?

It’s gone, isn’t it?

This isn’t regular darkness. This is… advance darkness!

“What was that?” “Who do you think it was? it was me!” “Are… are you my conscience?”

Love the 2D effect of the eyes

me in several inappropriate settings

Me at night when it’s love bug season

Nope.

Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! No-

I’m not kidding when I say I am not a big fan of horror, at all. I hid behind my Pomni plushy when the head was screaming

Checkmate Canon?!

That’s going to haunt me for a while

So Caine is aware and even admits he’s torturing the humans. He’s just doing it out of ignorance

Stop changing the subject!

The existential horror of being in a body that’s not your own and even with the allusion of being able to change it it’s essentially pointless is not the problem. The problem is the adventures!

What would happen if Caine abstracts? Half wonder if that’s what’s going to happen in the end of the series. With the circus being an extension of him, it’s a little scary to think about the implications

Poetic irony and tragedy with the main guy of this story

Obviously there’s some parallels between the made up story and whatever happened to Kinger. He’s getting more lucid with each tape and almost looks reminiscent and a tad bit guilty

Just ask nicely and the ghosts won’t bother you

These are tears of laughter and not because I’m scared *hugs plushy tighter*

The lore information really isn’t great with its timing and placement, but at the same time it is

They have great recording mechanics in the underworld

Martha!!!

Deserved. Probably tried to suck up Martha

Kind of half wished we got a full body look of Martha, mostly because I want to know how accurate my drawing is. But at least I was partially right on there being a lot of bows to her design.

*sees confetti* *previous episode flashbacks*

Is the hell she’s in metaphorical or literal? That’s the real question isn’t it?

And now she’s possessed

That’s why he was smacking Pomni with the gun

That’s just cruel, man

Kinger lore?

Pomni lore??

Who is He???

Checkmate Canon?!?!?!?!?!

I’m not crying, you are!

It’s canon *crying from happiness as well as the sad bit of the story we got*

It’s a bit unexpected that Quennie is the one who likes bugs. Pretty much everyone assumed it was Kinger, but it was the other way around

This! This is what I’ve been wanting for a long time! the importance of friendship and having other people around you. almost everything now made is like, super toxic, or only about the romance. What about the relationships of people would care for each other deeply without wanting to kiss or sleep with each other, or it being manipulative? Clearly I’ve been starving since Friendship is Magic ended, and now, I’m getting my fix.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good romance (emphasis on the good) as much as the next person, and there are definitely some toxic relationships that can make for good drama. I just… I don’t know, I want more wholesome platonic/familial relationships in media. is that too much to ask for?

Gooseworx, thank you

Legitimately though, why does he glow?

I also like the appreciative moment between Ragatha and Pomni. I actually hope they become the best of friends.

Sentient AI cannot understand expressions. Neither can I sometimes

And that’s episode 3

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc episode 3 #tadc ep 3 #radio rambles #humanradiojmp

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raina-clipse423 · 2 years ago

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Cat Doki! (Pt 3)

Here's Monika Sayori and Natsuki!

*Feral sounds and pointing aggressively* HERRR!! It's cat Yuri~! :DD

She's a lynx point Siamese × Himalayan, her default is Himalayan, but get her comfy she turns into a Siamese lmao. She was the first one I made, and her warrior name basically came by me automatically especially after learning her name's etymology, and it's LilyPool!!

I also forgot to put extra descriptions of what fur markings they specifically have, Sayori is an agouti/ticked tabby, Natsuki is a spotted tabby!

(warriors info for those interested below the cut)

A reserved decipherer from ThunderClan. It's one of the rarest clan roles since a healer is usually capable of deciphering prophecies on their own, but not every healer can decipher their prophecies quickly–honestly most of them takes some time, but once LilyPool got given this responsibility, Thunderclan gets an up to date prophecy very quickly and they're able to maintain their clan quite well.

It's well known how timid she is, especially in clan gatherings where she stays somewhere, nervously shuffling her paws. She's often found observing many things be it a small animal or her surroundings, like her head is up there in the clouds. It must be this quite times she has that made her the smartest cat of the clan.

They'd say she has the wisdom and knowledge of an Elder–won't be helped that she spends time with them often, even if she doesn't have any duty in the Elders den–they'd come to her if an Elder wasn't being to helpful about something, then she chatters away. For quite a long period of time, until she catches herself then apologizes for talking too much.

LilyPool is considered the prettiest cat in all of Thunderclan for her elegant demeanor and silky long fur, and is also known to have the sharpest and most beautiful pearly claws. She always takes the time to clean them, she never fought and would resort to gently talking her way out of tension, and she doesn't hunt that often either–as she stays most of her time in the Healers den, so her claws would sparkle as she stretches then they catch the light of the sun or moon. They're quite long too to the point they stick out of her paws even if sheathed. She uses these sturdy claws to carve pictures from prophecies on trees and wood barks, or some other poetic things that some of her clanmates stop to admire every once in a while.

However, because of these claws, many outsiders who crosses paths with her by chance would bristle–how much would those claws hurt? Definitely 10 times the normal amount. So they'd turn away immediately, though in reality LilyPool was more afraid of them and she does feel bad very often, especially when this underweight looking kit carrying so many plants on her sprinted away, dropping some of it. She tried to tell her about it but that kit was scary fast. There was one outsider that wasn't afraid of her claws, showing off that she has as equally well cared claws on her too–and this she-cat was very clean and smelled a little strange. But she didn't stay long to chat and said she needed to go back to her... "House folks"? Before they get worried.

... what's a house folk?

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fishcop · 2 years ago

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may i request your full, unfiltered thoughts on william wisp?

oh absolutely absolutely you can

this question has fully opened up flood gates in my head you don’t even know ‼️

OK SO WILLIAM WISP HES GREAT HES MY FAVORITE JRWI CHARACTER

he isn’t the archetype of the one smart character because he’s wayyyyy too cringefail for that

spoilers of course of course

I love love love his parallels with Dakota (Dakota who’s so morally set in the right and rigid direction vs William who sways on the line so much that it feels like the tightrope metaphor wasn’t just for losing control of his powers, it’s also about how with just a few actions his morals can sway very quickly as well and even tumble off the deep end.)

his parallels with vyncent too and how he’s running away from his past while vyncent a trying his best go get back to it! the scene with Kamuri broke me dude you don’t even knowwwww

it hit way to close to home with the ‘feeling like you’re inherently worse than everyone else, and letting that stop you from feeling like you can do anything.’ THE WAY HE LOST AND GOT HIS POWERS ABCK IS SO. FUCKING COOL TO ME

ITS ALL DESERVED AND FOUGHT AND CLAWED FOR!! HES the one who in the end, has to make the choice to keep going even despite his chances being handed to him on a platter earlier on. All his revives were given to him for free which he took for granted and it’s sooo clear in the finale when he finally notices that. ghostknife is so funny to me yes little guy go go pine for a whole campaign‼️

I wholeheartedly support Williams rights and very, very long list of intriguing wrongs

if there were like a moral scale or something he’d be so grounded compared to the other two but like so grounded that his moral scale goes into the negatives and that’s so cool because I love characters with flaws that are their fault, that they have made real horrible mistakes. I love characters that stray the line of ‘I couldn’t have done anything different’ while knowing full well that they could’ve but can just simmer in regret. I love characters with problems that you can’t say ‘it’s not your fault’ but they still deserve a chance anyways

I love how he gets confident when he’s in control, and he deals with fear by being in control of it, and as long as he’s master of the horrors the horrors aren’t so bad. Cause like in season one, it’s scary that mal has Kamuri in a bottle and what he could do with it… but if William knew, if he had control, then it wouldn’t be so terrifying. The bell tech ordeal was so stressful but he’s only calm when he is the one pulling the strings. I think this has something to do with how little he was in deadwood pre death- so many ghosts! So if he tries to rationalize it becomes less scary. Especially with the prime force and heroes, they keep him and pd in the dark and he’s terrified of not knowing what’s going on because look at what happened to Ashe! Where were the heroes! In his mind it’s flawed but it would be less flawed if he had more controllll

THIS ALSO GOES FOR THE WISPS! THEYRE unpredictable they’re finicky they’re tricksters (heh) and he’s scared of his own powersss. Allow me to be poetic and metaphorical for a sec because they’re very literally like fire (the wisps,) unruly and unpredictable but William is so fixated on how they could burn him that the warmth, the light, all the good elements of a flame are lost in fear. FEAR OF DEATH, FEAR OF NOT COMING BACK, FEAR OF LOSING AND LOSING FINITELYYY

AND NOW HES IN A PLACE WHERE HE KNOWS HES STRONG ENOUGH TO EXPLORE THE WORLD AND HIS POWERS AFTER BEING TRAPPED IN HIS HEAD FOR SO LONG

YEP THATS MY THOUGHTS. SUPER DUPER UNFILTERED AND CONFUSING AND DISCONNECTED BUT WHAT CAN I SAY I SPIN JRWI CHARACTERS AROUND IN MY HEAD LIKE A MICROWAVE

thanks for the ask :D

#jrwi pd #william wisp

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antique-lamplight · 11 months ago

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ok so like! fate has a bunch of historical blorbos that can range anywhere from meticulously researched to kind of throwing things at the wall, so I figure I'll start with one that's a remarkably accurate historical portrayal and probably relevant to your interests -

Vlad the Impaler!

In case you're coming in with zero context - most fate franchises revolve around a Holy Grail War, where mages summon historical figures are summoned in a variety of classes (saber, archer, lancer, rider, caster, assassin, berserker are the classics) for a chance to win the Holy Grail, which will grant the mage and/or their summoned guy one wish.

Vlad's interesting because two different entries in the franchise did different takes on him around the same time. This kind of thing usually gets justified by "historical figures getting summoned in different class types manifest different personality traits," but this is one of the rare times it happened because two people went all in on a Vlad rather than working it out beforehand.

Vlad the Berserker was originally summoned in Fate/Apocrypha, where the Grail War takes place in Romania. As a Romanian national hero, Vlad shows up with a huge power boost and in his aspect as a king; noble, immensely proud of his country's progress, acts as a leader in the grail war, and is open about how he decided to walk a brutal and bloody path to gain Romania's independance from the Ottomons. The only thing that can snap him out of his regal manner is the book Dracula; he wants to use the Holy Grail's wish to yeet it out of existance. He can bear his own sins just fine, stop conflating him with that creep in the vampire book!!

Unfortunately, due to the Plot, he's forced to take on more vampiric traits. When he returns in Fate Grand Order, he's... dealing with it. Vlad (berserker) tends to hang out with others who have been hit with the "Vampire" stick despite not being a vampire, like Elizabeth Bathory (age 14, trying desperately not to grow up into the scary murder lady), and Carmilla (Elizabeth's scary murder lady form), trying to support them also getting away from the yay murder life.

(He does needlework as a hobby, giving FGO's lead a plushie goat/good luck charm as a Valentine's gift and helping make costumes when people get fancy.)

Vlad the Lancer, on the other hand, is the manifestation of Vlad Tepes as a warrior. He's a little too excited to fight evil or...anyone, really; some historical figures are affected by their historical reputations, and the whole Impaler-Dracula combo really jacked up the homicide and Death To The Unjust thing to eleven. However, he's also exceedingly loyal and even more stubborn than the other Vlad.

He's first summoned in Fate Extra by a woman who's significant (normal) war trauma means she can only express love by attempting cannibalism (as you do??). Vlad Stands With His Problematic Wife, of course he'll help her get her Grail wish of makng everyone Be Like That! what's he supposed to do, let her starve?

In his later appearances in Fate Grand Order, he's mellowed out some, and his extreme loyalty is now with FGO's lead. He's the Bad Uncle to Vlad-Berserker's Good Uncle, scolding Elizabeth when she's going off the rails. He Misses His Wife Tails.

(For Valentines, he gives FGO's lead a homemade steak sandwich, harhar. He also gardens in his spare time.)

oh my god this is actually SO cool??? if you dont mind i am ABSOLUTELY using this because frankly the amount of detail helps a lot

i also like it when the Public Perception of a guy influences who that guy comes back as. its poetic in a way

#new blorbo just dropped guys!!#! gijinka project

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daddy you forgot my FUCKING TUCKBOX 🤣

that dude in the pink shirt walking past Oliver

this part makes me remember my first day at uni WHICH WAS THE SAME YEAR 2006

oh look at Farleigh being unnecessarily rude as usual

FOOKIN ASK ME A SOOM, THEN! he’s so creepy

Oliver looks so beautiful in his tie and shirt and he’s got glasses on at the beginning where do they go later in the movie? Felix get him contacts?

Merseyside… that’s where the Beatles are from (by the way hello I like the Beatles) 🥰

Farleigh has a Lucozade.

The way the professor says “Frederica CAHtthn”

Oliver’s essay is so poetic! “To look as if it were alive,” I want him to write an essay about Sylvia Plath

Oh look at Farleigh being rude again. he’s wrong here. and Oliver’s essay style is POETIC.

“fucking loooooosers” MICHAEL EATS THE FUCKING CRUNCHIE THE WRONG WAY EW EW EW -

The cheeky Christmas song is surprisingly catchy!

Felix be like ��siiiiiiighhhhhh” “siiiiiiighhhhh” big brown eyes

But look he’s so sweet “CHEERS OLLIE!” 😁

CanyougetmeanotherpintpleezOlivuh

Oh look at Farleigh forcing Oliver to buy the most expensive drink ever, even in 2007 it was like £6-7 for a Jägerbomb IIRC

THANK-YOU OLLEH whoa!

Oliver waking up and remembering and being all happy is so lovely

Omg this music is so beautiful, favourite part of the score I think

“I’ve not sucked any teachers off.” “Not yet, you ‘aven’t…” 😋 GET THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE FELIX JESUS

Ollie still has his glasses on when do they disappear

“Was it was it was it was it awful?” How many times did he say was it?

no one ever said chirpsing at my uni 😂 I did not go to Oxford

I think Oliver is wearing Felix’s hoodie because Jack Wills was quite sought after back then…

What if Felix looked outside and saw the cherry of Oliver’s ciggie in the dark, that’s fanfic fuel!

“UUUhm…”

IT’S DISGUSTIN FELIX

Ollie’s face after Felix yells at him

Fuucking wood fucking panelling

I don’t like this bit. 😠

Oh look at Farleigh, he’s actually got a nice cardigan on here!

The use of colour in this film drives me nuts, the blue and red light on Ollie’s face when he leaves the pub

From experience, drinking vodka like that at 18/19 most certainly leads to vomit in high places. Awful stuff.

More red. I want to go through the movie and go red red red red 😂 Felix has a red shirt on.

Fucking - I’ve historically been disgusted by men’s body hair but Ollie’s is… acceptable and by that I mean hot.

“Always check the sleeeeeeeeves!” He actually isn’t directly nasty here but still condescending

When they’re running to the bridge it’s one of the most beautiful shots in the movie. And when they’re standing by the bridge. it makes Barry’s eyes pop.

The way Ollie says “it’s not stupid. thank you.” no idea why that’s significant but I just love the way he says it.

“And I believed him.” You can never leave Saltburn, Ollie. Even if you leave that house, you will never leave that house. 🖤

Duncan. Is. So. Scary. What if he’s a ghost who comes with the house like in American Horror Story? Omg

Felix’s tour makes me so happy “Henry VIII’s sPUnk”

I wish we got a better look at Felix’s room. But the bathroom is where the magic happens.

“A sort of… hellish SQUOT.”

Venetia’s EYES and her TEETH and I want to know what she’s reading (or pretending to read)

They all throw innuendos at Oliver until James stops them also “oh my god she’ll die.” SHE FKN DOES DIE and Elspeth’s way of saying “drAping”.

Oh look at Farleigh being rude some more

“It’s rooooood!”

I forgot to check when Ollie’s glasses disappeared

The face Ollie makes after Felix says “Duncan will be thrilled.”

Of course he doesn’t have fucking CUFFLINKS FELIX

Love Pamela’s high collar feather thing here and also I love her hair

Venetia is perfect Venetia is perfect Venetia is perfect WHY DIDN’T OLLIE PUT SOME CLOTHES ON was he trying to show off his physique to Venetia?

“Sweet.” aw I love her

“Niiiiiight…” 😍😍😍😍

James says “morning,” so sweetly!

Oh look at Farleigh being rude again how the fuck was Oliver supposed to know how breakfast is served in Rich Land?

Venetia’s shirt is something I would wear.

“Look, Pamela.” “Oh nooo…”

Those eggs are really undercooked, I wouldn’t eat them either. They’re not over easy at all. They’re extremely sunny side up.

Sorry but Venetia’s legs and flowers in her hair she looks like Ophelia

EVERYONE was reading the last Harry Potter that summer and we all asked questions like that and made dirty jokes! so much nostalgia!

Venetia leaning through the harp and being scared of The Ring… 😍😭😍🥰

All dressed in their finery playing tennis! They all fuck. And sleep in a hamster pile.

“Yes! Do you know him?” 😁 James is so excited and happy about things, I love him!

THE LABYRINTH OF SALTBURN first Theseus ref I caught

Oh here we go

No one can convince me that Felix didn’t do this hoping Ollie would walk in and catch him so he could be like “why don’t you join me,” and that’s fanfic fuel

How many times does Felix bare his neck in the film

Also this has been said by someone else much more eloquently but people who squick at the 🛁 have obviously never felt desire that hurts and EATS you and makes you want to rip their face off and throw up on their shoes and that’s why Saltburn is so compelling to me

(I had to pause here while I got deep)

Elspeth’s drink matches her dress. This scene is so beautiful and the colours are bloody gorgeous and again making Barry’s eyes pop!

“Sexually incontinent” 😬

Those flowers next to Ollie 💖 match the cushions oh god 💖

“Men are so lovely and dry,” says Elspeth. THEY’RE NOT. Not in this movie anyway.

Bye bye Pamela, I wonder if she had to go through the servant’s entrance.

I could just look at Elspeth forever in this scene…

The vampire scene is unspeakably erotic, I don’t make the rules

The light reflected in Venetia’s eyes 🤩

They definitely went all the way after this and Farleigh watched - whoops, another fanfic idea.

The sex music is so sinister!

AGAIN Venetia looks like a goddess.

Oh look at Farleigh GLOWERING at Oliver. so rude.

Felix flings his napkin like a child! 😂

Farleigh is wearing all beige.

“I can wear my suit of armour, Elspeth!” James being a ray of sunshine again

Felix sat over there pretending to be Lolita srsly

Ollie implies Venetia is out of his league but Felix clearly thinks she’s not and also Felix is so jealous here it’s coming out of his hair

Felix’s sideburns ugh 💖

Venetia must be cold on that step 😕

Farleigh is still wearing beige but I like his jumper. Felix’s orange jumper is not his colour.

“But…”

That shot of Oliver

More gushing about how fucking flawless Venetia is but that’s probably getting old now if anyone’s actually reading this good god my ego

I’ve seen Henry before but I can’t remember where. Something funny.

“She had two arseholes!” excuse me what the FUCK

Low was EVERYWHERE THEN. Perfect choice.

Farleigh fancies the fuck out of Oliver. Look at him manipulating the shit out of the spoiled beige-wearing twink!

“I don’t hate you,” no you fancy him

Henry’s sad face when Farleigh snatches the mic.

James is so excited about karaoke.

There was absolutely no reason for Ollie to sing “I need it,” that way.

And. And. “I love you. You pay my rent.” I can’t explain why that does this to me.

Feeelix and Veneeetia waving their arms together is just so very lovely.

What’s Farleigh wearing on his head in bed? Genuine question.

Also no one can convince me Ollie didn’t ride him here I mean who said that (fanfic idea) him and his fucking mad top energy

I expected someone to throw themselves down the spiral staircase if I’m honest. Or Ollie to throw someone down it.

Venetia among the lily pads 🪷🪷🪷🪷

It was pretty hot in 2007 but I don’t think it was hotter than Barbados…

Brit pop is not a band…

I saw Pulp and Sophie Ellis-Bextor last year at Latitude. 💖💖

“PamelaDIED?!”

The wallpaper in the sacred bathroom is just gorgeous. I want it.

Ollie bowtie 😍

Oh wow that little Felix x Oliver montage made me want Atonement AU with Farleigh watching them fuck in the library

I don’t like this bit either. Not good with secondhand shame and embarrassment.

“Always beetling off by himself,” I could write an essay about the insect symbolism in Saltburn

Is Ollie’s dad the same dad from It’s A Sin?

The talking and ringing is so much like sensory overload in real life!

Red and blue again! Same shirt! And Ollie is in blue and framed in blue.

The black splatty painting next to them… 🤩

This song is such a BANGER! I was not a club girl so I didn’t know it before this.

What did the orchid do to offend Elspeth?

Ollie’s jacket is like something Neil Perry would wear in a dream… 🌿

The light flashes off Farleigh’s ring just before Oliver says hello!

Why would Oliver have fat kids? So rude!! Again!

That’s why Farleigh’s hair is so big, it’s full of secrets!

Barry’s FACE. Just his facial structure. The close-ups of his face are just… chefskiss

Duncan doesn’t feel like dancing dancing miniminiminiminiminiminoo 🎶

Most beautiful shots in the movie of Oliver lurking in the shadows 💙 skulking

“You two are fucking gross!” India knows what’s up

OH FOR HEAVENS SAKE JUST KISS YOU MORONS

there’s a lot of fingers in mouths here that I’ve not linked together before…

Felix still cares about Oliver enough to ask him if he feels better 🥺

The carnage after that party, good god.

That magenta colour is everywhere here. The robe, the flowers, the streamers and balloons and debris on the lawn. it’s perfect.

I love the Minotaur statue so much.

Music here reminds me of the soundtrack of Perfume, which came out in 2006.

The sideways shot with the looming Minotaur is pure art.

“Felix, darling, where’s your jumper?” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Horrible pie 🤮

Horrible everything

I had a cardigan like Venetia’s back then

I feel physical pain during this scene. my beautiful posh trashy eccentric darling family is breaking apart. 💔

Venetia pouring the wine is so disturbing to me.

James is no longer a ray of sunshine 😭😭😭

Oliver really unleashes the fury on Farleigh. See, being rude gets you nowhere. Hannibal would eat you, Farleigh.

Oh GOD, this HYMN. It’s so beautiful.

James carrying the coffin 😭 and Venetia’s chipped black nail varnish. Poetry about Venetia’s chipped black nail varnish.

Ollie doesn’t get to come to the stone ritual

*siiiiigh* how can something so bizarre be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?

I have to make a joke because I’m uncomfortable, sliiiiightly worried about Ollie getting dirt in places it shouldn’t be and having to make up lies to a doctor about how he got mud in his urethra 😬

Sad room 💔

Venetia be like wtf at Ollie asking about the font

See this is my favourite bit (the whole movie is my favourite bit)

I have fanfic planned about this scene. It will be sad and hot and fucked up.

Venetia’s flushed cheeks 💖😭

Ollie barely reacts when she splashed him in the face. How did he not flinch? He has so much control at this point and he knows it.

More fingers in mouth.

Why is this kiss so hot? And the one tear on Ollie’s cheek… 😭

Ohhh I do not like seeing dead Venetia.

James has no sparkle left 😭 he has a signet ring too though

“BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE TO MOVE ON”

That gardener doing a stupid wave at Ollie 🤔

Ollie doing his Tom Ripley as Dickie Greenleaf bit, he’s even got the hair.

Duncan is still there BECAUSE HE IS A GHOST!

Do we think Ollie slowly poisoned Elspeth? Do we think he slept with her? I think so.

On Ollie’s nonsense screen in the coffee shop the only thing coherent is “milk and cookies”!

“I hated all of you,”

When he pulls the tube out it mirrors the statue I think?? One of the statues.

here we go with the magnificent penis

The euphoria I feel at this ending I swear to god

Holy shit this got long

I asked my SO what it feels like to fling your penis about and he didn’t give me a serious answer

Barry’s arse is ridiculous. 🤬

It’s ridiculous.

I’m gonna make some rocks with the Catton’s names on.

And that is that.

#saltburn #commentary #my thoughts all over the place #that nobody asked for #send help #oh god what am i doing #this is beyond obsession

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kaihoku · 2 years ago

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V25 YES OR NO – November, 1995

Kids are amazing creatures. They can simply go, “Noooo I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna” or “Yeah!” without any worry at all. As adults, we are more inhibited by our tendency to overthink even the simplest of things. Sure, it may be scary but it’s also wonderful to simply be able to honestly refuse and say, “I don’t wanna!”

~*~

People with jobs like ours are in a position where we are frequently watched. But it doesn’t stop there. The results of our appearance will then get quantified into numbers. TV ratings are of course a result of not just a single person so I shouldn’t have to worry too much. Still, there’s a part of me that can’t help but be painfully conscious of my actions. For example. When there’s a press announcement for an upcoming film or drama, I can’t bring myself to straight up say “I can’t think of anything” even when that is the truth and always feel like I have to do something if only to keep up appearances.

What really made me start to think my actions through carefully was a feature some weekly photo rag oh-so-kindly published about me. Because what hurt wasn’t the fact that people started to talk smack about me, but about the people I know who were unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. If it was just me, it’d simply be like tripping and falling and going “Whoops!” For that, all I have to do is pick myself up. But when it happens to someone else through no fault of theirs, it takes a lot to put things back to right.

When I confronted the so-called writer who wrote that feature, they just said to me right off the bat, “But getting stuff written about you is part of what being famous is all about!” Knowing that they can’t be reasoned with, I just told them to put themselves in the shoes of people they write about and left it at that.

Thanks to that, I went through a pretty rough time. Not trying to come off sounding poetic or anything like that but it really felt like a knife to the gut. And for a while after that, I was completely out of sorts.

Despite what I have going on personally, at work, the others would be laughing and singing just like normal. And I know this may come off as cold but if I thought about it, I’m the same as everyone else. Even if another person is having a tough time, there’s really nothing much I can do for them other than to empathize. When I realized that, I had to ask myself if my worries are really all that different.

It was around then that a friend who lived nearby brought his kid over. It was a 2-year old boy. And somehow or other, I ended up being in charge of entertaining the tot. I had Porsche and Corvette toy car models and was a bit anxious about them at first but from the moment the kid saw them and went “Wow~~!” I was a goner. Next thing I knew, we were playing with them and I was going:

“Zoom! Kerr-rash! Ka-boom! “

“Oh noes, the cars are destroyed!”

“Look, the tires came off!”

I realized as I was having fun with the boy that I didn’t feel bothered by anything at all. It’s a wonder, really. Kids have zero qualms in just straight up telling you to your face if they don‘t like something. They’d just nod and say, “Yeah, I like it!” if they do like something and shake their head and say “No, I hate it!” if they don’t. If you do something they think is interesting, they’d just be amazed and go, “Wow!” They’re aren’t afraid of anything. And seeing their clear and honest reactions makes me unafraid, too. It’s pretty amazing.

When they left, I ended up giving the boy everything we played with, up to and including the blue Porsche convertible that was my favorite. And I told my buddy, “Anytime you folks want to have a date night, just send this lil’ fella my way. I’ll babysit ‘im for you.”

When we play with kids, it’s mainly because we want to enjoy ourselves. My job for sure involves the enjoyment of others. But I believe that it shouldn’t stop there and that it’s important that in doing my job to entertain others, I need to enjoy what I’m doing myself as well. And I need to become more immersed in doing the things I enjoy. Whatever I'm involved in doing, even if I have to exert effort to persist, I want to keep at it until the end. But I also don’t want to ignore the part of me that simply wants to be honest with what I like and what I don’t. So! Imma do just that when it isn’t about work. There’s plenty of stuff I want to try outside of it anyway.

As adults, we always seem to have to keep reminding ourselves that we aren’t kids anymore but now I’m more thinking what’s so wrong with acting like one sometimes? If I can’t be honest with myself, who else can I be honest with? At the end of the day, I’m just as weak as any human and no matter how much I want to deny that truth, no one knows it better than myself. With all the shit that gets written about me and if that isn’t bad enough, I’ve also recently been coming home to find my mailbox broken into and ransacked, it all adds up to become enough to drive a person into deep depression. And I’ve come to learn that if we were to force ourselves to act strong and unaffected in this low state, it really only makes things worse inside.

When we feel weak and dispirited, it’s foolish to even pretend to remain strong. Times like that, I just want to let it all out and shout, “I freakin’ hate this!”

-kinuta-

#takuya kimura #kaihoku #aka takuya's stream of consciousness

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24 jun. tuesday

wore the pink shirt today. does remind me, i did wear pink last year at navratri. it was a pink shirt, but just a few checks of pink on it. but it was pink.

the shirt didnt look as good on me though. idk what i was expecting anyway. ig it looks fine. maybe bad. people asked if i like pink too much. never get comments unless i wear solids. and here i switch to smth, and start getting asked. can't see men wearing pink? sure. maybe i'll just add more pink to my clothes slowly now.

thing being, i dont think pink goes that well on me because i am dusky brown, with a very weird tint on my face that makes brown eyes, browner eye circles, pink lips, fairer forehead, black beard, thick eyebrows. so oranges or charcoal blacks or navy blues suit fine on this mix of colours.

boss wfh because his wife is ill.

looped tere bin from wazir for the whole day. might just loop it for the next few days.

it's difficult sometimes. even after i plug the songs in my ears, whenever i hear someone talking, i feel like they are talking about me. the feeling never leaves me still. i convince myself that there are many other things, and the world doesn't revolve around me, so they must be talking about smth else. but this feeling is scary. as if the spotlight is always on me. every of their laughs, secret giggles, finger pointings, stares, seem directed to me. it's difficult and scary. the thoughts are restless and unstoppable. tired. feels as if people are always judging me for the tiniest of things.

miss. saw her at lunch. i wasnt expecting her to come today, idk why. just felt that she'd be absent today. but then i saw her. glad. then saw her again while i was returning from the washroom. she was at the counter, and we had a brief eye contact. mind went "should i even look at her?"

her eyes, and nothing else. i really dont remember anything else in all honesty. just her eyes and how they met mine. all i remember next is how awkward i start walking around her. i already walk awkward, but around her, i lose control of my whatever mannerisms.

she looked as pretty as she always is; but this time i'd be lying. because all i remember is her eyes.

i sat for lunch, and luckily did sit on a seat from where i could see her, but i couldn't see her because coworkers were essentially blocking the view. and whenever i could, my thoughts won't let me look at her much. i did look at her randomly (who knows if it was random or not? me) then when she was standing. and then she went. i had to attend a meeting later. and i saw her leave contra. oh. i knew in the meeting that she was leaving for the day. see you again! au revoir!

songs dont play in my head when she's in front of me. idk the movie stereotype of songs playing when you see the girl you like. it's just that things become slow sometimes for me. only once did the song play in my head actually. twice i think - pretty woman and shinkirou. but no for the most of the parts. rather, how could songs even play, because i lose every thought in me whenever she's near me. i go blank. how? why? idk. i have no answers. never in my life smth like this has happened to me. why now? idk. i wish i knew. is this the feeling of love? and why now of all time in my life? and why only miss? and why no one else? it's like - no one else even makes me feel what miss's simple presence does to me.

her eyes - can they really look into me? or is it again just my projection? her eyes. i read my logs from about a week or two back, and i indeed am writing as if miss likes me back. why? stop akash.

i do realise that i do write poetic some times. but how else can i describe what all i feel? if writing like this is a poem, then maybe, well, ig it's the only way ik how to write. well, waiting for miss to write again. why stop miss? she has two posts - and just pictures. why name the account as poem then 🥺😔 tilting my heart and still not getting poems is unfair, but ok because miss is miss.

ig it's similar to the drawing account i created. more than two years now? yes ig. i dont even remember the username of that account. i should hold the pencil back and start learning from scratch again. ig i did pick it back up in december or january?

i did fix the vinyl in the navbar yesterday. it was a simple click to fix the spinning animation. i was uselessly going through the roundabout method. but i can't manage the speed. as for the glassy sky instrumental, conflicted if i should actually place a rock song in portfolio instead. people dont think i listen to rock because i come across as soft kind. but placing rock in the portfolio would also go well with the spiderman theme if i do that. but what rock song do i put in? a tragedy to decide.

trip. sunny as always plans for expensive stays.

tired of my brain and myself. my pretense of kindness - how long can i put up with it? it's rightfully my second nature. an act can never become the first. how long until i actually break down and stop being kind to everyone? i did watch haibane and did think that putting up with kindness more and more longer will actually make kindness my first nature, but no. the longer i put up with this, the easier it has become for me to exhaust myself. i get tired more easily now. i dont want to be like this. is kindness even kindness when coming from a mask? ig kindness to the self is the hardest for me. and maybe why i always keep hoping that people will be kind to me. but these expectations are going to hurt me in the longer run. i have been here before and ik how it goes forward. hoping, and expecting - perfect ingredients for a recipe of heartbreak.

i heard sunny singing "tere bin", while it was playing in my ears. i was surprised. i thought to myself "what kind of telepathy is that?" i asked him what he was singing, and he went - "tere bina" from guru. oh, glad no telepathy or coincidences. he went - why do you ask. i told him i was listening to tere bin from wazir, so was surprised to hear him sing that. he went on to sing the song slightly. that was an even more shocker, because ik nobody who listens to this. he told me that he used to listen to it a lot before, but now doesnt. i told him i was surprised because this one song isnt popular, because you dont find it on insta or reels or anywhere, nor is it a popular choice or artists' best. he agreed. i asked him if i tempted him to listen to it again tonight. he said yes.

i remember the song's mv somewhat. i dont remember well actually. ig it was tender. maybe aditi rao dancing in it. i dont remember tbh.

saw wazir is on amazon prime. might rewatch soon.

later, while i was busy working, he grabbed a marker and wrote down miss's initials on my right arm. big, bold, as always. last time, he wrote my and her initials on my arm, i had forgotten to wash it. i went home and my brother asked me about it. so mindfully washed my arm today.

reminds me, i wish to get a tat under my right ear. a fish or a feather. but always the fear of masking it in interviews. maybe right arm then, where i can hide it easily? idk. maiyya yashoda wont allow it.

i can write a wall about tere bin. but for now - this is what love sounds like too. if i had to give a song to me - it'd be tere bin. that's how much i love this song. ofc i will give more to me. but this one will always make it to the list. also, a song i'd give to miss besides ellie's your song. i just love this long that much.

"in a world full of roses, be a sunflower" i wonder what that means.

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