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[frost-queen]

Lost without you (Reader x Nostradamus)

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Brushing any wrinkles from your clothing, you softly cleared your throat. Readying your hand to knock. Two gentle knocks. Taking a step back, waiting for the door to be opened. – “Come in Y/n.” – the voice on the other side said. It made you furrow your brows confused. Stunned you opened the door. Popping your head in as Nostradamus was sitting by his desk.

“How… how did you know it was me?” – you asked curious, closing the door behind you. Peeking over your shoulder to the door to see if any magic had made it able for him to see through the door. Nostradamus chuckled putting the feather pen back into the ink pot. – “Did you have a vision of me visiting?” – you asked, back pressed against the door. – “No.” – Nostradamus he replied getting up. You watched him go round the desk towards you.

Looking up to him as his warm hands cupped your cheeks. – “Simple keen observation as you always come to my quarters around the same time Y/n.” – Nostradamus explained. Pouting your lips, you were a bit disappointed with his answer. Nothing magical about it, you were just a creature of habit.

Nostradamus chuckled once more, letting his hand brush against your cheek. – “I don’t need visions of you for I dream each night of you.” – he whispered before pressing his lips against yours. You smiled against his lips, kissing him deeply back. Your hands going over his back, feeling his sturdy upper body underneath your palms. Letting your fingers crave deep in his back, wanting him even closer. Nostradamus pulled back with a surprised glance.

He smiled touching your nose playfully. He kissed you one more time before returning to his desk. You followed him, coming to sit at the edge of his desk. Picking up an object that was sitting on his desk to occupy yourself with. – “Y/n.” – Nostradamus sighed out, taking the object from you. – “Sorry.” – you mumbled out watching him set it at the other side of his desk.

“Do you have much work?” – you questioned, trying to read his notes. Tilting your head to do so. – “Quite.” – he answered letting his feather pen dip into the ink bottle. – “Shame…” – you replied looking up to the ceiling, tapping your foot in the air. – “Does my princess require attention?” – he asked with a cheeky smile. You touched your lips thoughtfully. – “It depends what the physician has in mind?” – you replied with a blissful smile.

Nostradamus kept staring at you with a certain expression. It didn’t last long as he slightly shook his head. Returning to his papers. – “It will only take a moment. Then I am yours.” – he reassured you, scribbling some words down. You hummed loud in response, looking at the window behind him. Nostradamus kept writing  as you occupied yourself. Fumbling a bit with your dress. Staring out into the distance, slightly humming.

“Are you almost done?” – you asked, leaning in, letting your hand brush over his shoulders. Nostradamus was about to answer when the door opened. The sudden noise made you flinch. Jumping off the desk in the matter of half a second. Nostradamus got startled as well. Accidently bumping against his ink bottle as it started to stain some of his parchments.

He placed the bottle up to prevent more stains whilst keeping an eye on his new visitor. Catherine entered with a surprised look on her face. – “Princess Y/n what are you doing here?” – she questioned. Nostradamus looked briefly at you as you dared not to look. Not wanting to make it obvious.

“I was in need of some assistance… I…I am having trouble sleeping at night.” – you lied to her, trying to sound as convincing as you could. You moved away from the desk, curtsying before Lady Catherine, moving behind her then. – “Yes uhm I shall have some herbs be delivered to your quarters to help with your insomnia.” – Nostradamus called out, standing up from his seat.

You stood behind Lady Catherine, motioning to him to come find you later. Lady Catherine turned her head as you pretended to stretch your arms up. Nostradamus nodded, slightly ushering for you to leave. You curtsied once more to Lady Catherine before taking your leave.

 Catherine found it a bit suspicious, but left it at that. Perhaps she just thought that off you because of your sister Mary. She and her hadn’t been having a smooth relationship. Nostradamus gestured to her to have a seat so he could listen to her worries. Catherine seemed to be confiding more and more with him lately.

Taking his visions by heart and depending on them. Disappointed, you left his quarters, making your way outside. Holding your own arms at how your moment was ruined. You almost had him all to yourself if Lady Catherine hadn’t come in and claim him. You weren’t jealous, it was just starting to get annoying how many times that woman asked for his advice.

Wandering the hallways of the castle, you went outside. Encountering Lola on your way. She curtsied at your presence as you only smiled politely back at her. You ventured away from the castle walls towards a place in the gardens. Coming to sit on a bench, slightly hidden and out of sight. There you sighed deep. Staring down at your own hands as you waited.

Waited if even Nostradamus was able to join you fairly. From afar, you saw workers tend to the gardens. Looking to your side, you saw a bush of roses. Sighing soft at them as you missed him dearly. It was strange how it happened, but you hardly remembered which point gave the tipping away. A princess, Queen Mary’s sister none the less falling in love with a commoner. The physician with a golden heart.

Thinking off him brought a smile to your lips. Looking away from the roses, you staring back in front of you. Hearing some rustling behind you, barely gave you any time to look. A single rose appearing before yours eyes. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Nostradamus with one hand behind his back.

“For you, my love.” – he said as you were gawking at him in delight. You got up, throwing your arms around him. He hugged you firm back. Pulling away, he presented you with the flower in the middle. Offering it to you. You smiled about to take it from him.

Your fingers close to the flower as you were almost grabbing it. – “Y/n!” – your name got shouted out loud. Making you flinch. Nostradamus too as the flower dropped to the ground lifeless. Turning quickly around, you saw Mary with Bash at her side.

“I…It is not what it appears.” – you quickly called out, waving your hands across. – “Oh I am quite certain of what I just witnessed.” – Mary responded loudly. – “Your majesty I…” – Nostradamus spoke as Bash came stepping in. Pushing him further away from you.

“I think you better step away.” – he told him. Nostradamus obeying with his hands up. – “Sister I…” – you began as Mary held her hand up. – “Whatever it is, I need you to end it now.” – she insisted upon. Tears sprung making your sight glossy. – “Mary please…” – you said, not wanting too. She couldn’t.

“It ends now!” – she made herself more clear. Your lips quivered, trying to hold back your tears. Looking over your shoulder to him, he saw how much you were hurting from this. He moved forwards wanting to reach you and comfort you if Bash had not kept him in place.

Bash came nearer, taking you by the elbow. – “Come Y/n.” – he said guiding you away. Nostradamus wanted to call out your name, but didn’t dare. At a loss with himself, he exhaled loud. Mary came close. – “You are a man born of common blood. What you want doesn’t matter.” – Mary made clear.  

She turned round as Nostradamus watched her step on the rose that had fallen. He sunk to his knees out of agony that he could never be with you. Mary’s words sounding through in his mind. For a commoner could never have you.

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[elapsed-spiral]

I'm writing that fic that feels like maybe it's just a combo of some of my other fics but here, have some spoiler free pics of what's in store (if only to keep me committed to writing it).

[howly]

headcanon: the boring perfect self control vampire bella thinks she has is a LIE and at one point she caught human scent mid-hunt and snapped. it made her so wild she had to be restrained to the point where things got ugly

i know edward would never dare to do it and meyer would never dare write it and in canon newborn vamp bella would be far stronger than him...

actually. you know who would be stronger than one young vampire? two old vampires. and who would act practical in a critical situation? emmett

imagine edward and bella heading out for a hunt and emmett being like "do you guys mind if i tag along? i feel like snacking". bella's a little mad at the prospect of suddenly having a third wheel (homegirl wasn't planning on just. hunting) but alice gets a weird hunch and goes "no, no, em should go with you" ok nostradamus. he's going.

fast forward they're in the mountain. bella finds having emmett third-wheeling is not half bad. in emmett's head, lowkey it's bella who's the third wheel after so many decades of him hunting together with edward. but nevertheless, it's so fun with her around. all is good until they catch the scent of an entire group of friends hiking just a couple of miles from here, away from all civilization. emmett and edward stop in their tracks, ready to turn around. bella, her guard down, loses it and stars running towards the group, so they have no choice but to charge at her. while strugging to keep her in place, they try to talk her down but she doesn't listen. she doesn't care, she's strong enough to fight them off, and she fights and claws and hisses and breaks bones of whoever gets in her way because there are so many pulses just a few minutes' run away from her and their scent is so sweet and burning and calling, calling, calling to her

while struggling to restrain her, emmett grunts "we have to disarm her". edward catches the image in his head and shouts "no! you can't literally disarm bella!". well, how the hell do you expect us to stop her from massacring all those hikers? we'll just put her back together afterwards. duh!, emmett thinks, and knows he has to act fast so he goes in while bella's busy yanking away from edward's grip and tears off a limb. or two. all 3 of them may or may not be screaming.

a few moments later edward's pinning bella to the ground, holding her face between his palms, forcing her to look at him. her thrashing is not so effective with limited body parts. part of him wants to yell at emmett but that's kind of low priority. he's holding on to the last of his composure while he looks down at bella's feral expression and chants 'baby. i'm so sorry but i'll give you your leg back after you calm down a bit. i won't be able to outrun you if you go chasing after those people now. please calm down. i love you. hold your breath'

just then she listens, stops breathing and her vision refocuses. for the first time she realizes she was on her way to slaughter a bunch of strangers and she broke the arm of the man she loves at least three times when he tried to stop her. she wants to open her mouth and apologize but that will require her to breathe and possibly go crazy with thirst again. so she stares back at edward's panicked eyes and nods at him, her own red eyes just as full of terror.

then she looks over his shoulder and sees emmett waving her severed leg in the air like it's a baseball bat. "hey, did you know that rose wears the same shoe size?"

[lej222]

Literary Allusions and Pop Culture References in ASLFUA

After School Lessons is a series that has minimal plot, but great underlying themes and references to other famous creations/pop culture moments. I thought it would be fun to collect as many as I can in this post and their possible narrative connection, not necessarily in order. :)

Cheol & Miae

One of the biggest running gags of the series is that the main characters have the same names as the famous Korean musical duo Cheol and Miae. The group was formed in 1992, with Cheol as the rapper and Miae as the singer. Their single, 'Why do you' became a huge hit and was referenced in ASLFUA plenty of times. Obviously, the main joke here is that the singer Miae was taller than rapper Cheol and they were only friends, while Unripe Apples Cheol is taller than Miae.

Nostradamus

The prophecy of Nostradamus said that in the 7th month of 1999 a great king of terror would descend from the sky and bring end to the world. Which makes it even more interesting that the supernatural powers in the story started to be very active around July with the end of the first term and the start of the summer break.

Miae's posters on the wall: E.T (1982) and The X-Files (1993)

Interestingly enough, both feature aliens. E.T The Extra-Terrestrial might be more interesting for us readers, as it features a young boy named Elliott who befriends an alien. In one of the most famous scenes of the movie, E.T. is riding Elliott's bike in his basket, and the bicycle lifts off from the ground and two are shown flying in front of the full moon. In fact, in a poll made by Universal it was voted as the most memorable movie scene in 100 years of cinema.

Needless to say, there are some ovbious similarities with our story - the boy with the bike, the strange friend, the moon symbolism. In fact, Cheol is always looking at the moon so it wouldn't be a surprise if it was inspired by Spielberg's movie, plus one of the most impactful scenes of aslfua is when Cheol allows Miae to ride his bicycle with him in ep 95, the scene that I personally consider the end of the first part of the story.

Backstreet Boys

Miae is singing the 1997 hit song 'As Long As You Love Me'. Miae, like a typical teenager, likes boybands like the Fire Boys who might be the parody of The Backstreet Boys😃

Romeo and Juliet

There are quite a few references to the 1996 Romeo and Juliet movie, starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes. On 3 separate cover pages, Miae is portrayed as Juliet, while Cheol and Jisu are dressed like Romeo. There's also a scene where Miae imagines being Juliet who is not allowed to meet her Romeo when she cannot see Cheol. I wonder if Jisu will also have a Romeo-like element in his story that could create a similar situation, it would be an amazing foreshadowing element.

Man in Black

It looks like Soonkki really loves her alien references, because we also have the 1997 movie starring Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones, who play agents tasked with monitoring extraterrestrial life on Earth.

Titanic

Another movie that is mentioned many times in the story, the Titanic (1997) is one that Miae seemingly loves and has watched many times. In fact, it's funny how her favourite part is the car scene because it really shows us readers that Miae is interested in the idea of love, even if she doesn't know what it truly entails to be in a relationship.

Green Day

People born before the 2000s all know that characters listening to the American band's songs were often the slacker/stoner stereotypes. I've also written a post about how Jisu is seemingly the subversion of the 90s slacker/stoner and nerd archetype, while Cheol seems to be the subversion of the jock trope. Jisu is listening to Basket Case (1994) that has become the anthem of many slackers/stoners in the 90s, and weirdly fits his character really well considering Jisu is usually described as a strange person. I've also made several posts about Jisu possibly being on the spectrum, and it's interesting to see how Jisu expresses himself with the songs he listens to, no wonder his hobby is listening to music. If we consider Jisu might be bad at expressing his feelings through his body language, it makes this scene even more precious.

Speed

Cheol invites Miae to watch a movie together and it happens to be the 1994 classic starring Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock. Reeves plays a police officer who has to save the passengers of a bus without the speed of the bus dropping below 50 miles per hour, otherwise a bomb would explode the vehicle. It's one of the most creative action films ever made, but if someone wants to watch it, I advice not to watch the sequel because it is awful lol.

Scream

Miae wants Cheol to join the academy kids watching an R-rated movie which leads to a hilarious misunderstanding. To Cheol's relief, the movie turns out to be the horror movie Scream (1996).

Shakespeare and Carl Jung

Like I've mentioned in my supernatural involvement post under ep 116, we get a close-up of 2 interesting posters.

One of them is about the forest in Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare. The 4 central characters in the play all get entangled with the supernatural, and the forest symbolizes a world where the line between reality and fantasy is blurred. Dreams play an important role in the story as they are sometimes real, sometimes simply dreams. In aslfua, we also have dreams, a forest where young Miae and Cheol played, a stone tower fairy that allegedly grants wishes and an unknown supernatural power that talks to Miae.

The coincidences poster is likely a reference to Carl Jung's synchronicity, a concept that states that seemingly meaningful coincidences have a deeper meaning. One has to realize the connection between their psyche and the material world to experience synchronicity, so basically you have to notice the coincidences that keep happening and put meaning to them. Because these coincidences have no rational explanation, they can be proof for a deeper order in the universe, almost like destiny, no wonder Jung used this concept to argue for the existence of the paranormal. A simple example: you really cannot decide what to study in the future, but have seen many posters on your way about one school. You go home and it pops up on the Internet. You start to wonder if it's a coincidence, and decide that it's a sign from above and eventually choose it. You've experienced synchronicity.

-> this happens when seemingly unrelated events become meaningful to you. Miae wonders how she keeps bumping into Cheol. She says he must have come to her neighborhood because of her wish. Miae experiences synchronicity when it comes to Cheol. Or we could say Miae acknowledges a deeper order in the universe that, through coincidences, let her meet Cheol again. Jisu also notices that he keeps meeting Miae through coincidences, he acknowledges the deeper order, he even remarks it's fun, but he goes beyond and says he feels like there's a higher power involved. Miae has no idea about her coincidences with Jisu so she her psyche doesn't make the connection with the material world. So we have synchronicity experienced by: Miae->Cheol and Jisu->Miae.

Jisu, the grateful magpie

Jisu's backstory gives us a reference to a famous Korean folktale about a man who saved a group of baby magpies from a snake and in return the magpies sacrificed themselves to protect him. Here, the illustration clearly shows Miae as the person who uses her bow and arrow to kill the snake, while we know she called Jisu a magpie when they were kids. Throughout the story, we see Jisu trying to protect Miae and repay the favor without much luck, which pretty much foreshadows one big possible role for Jisu in the storyline, no wonder he's the one who's aware of Shim bullying Miae. It's no coincidence either how in the present she thinks Jisu resembles more of a bald eagle, a predatory animal.

Stone tower

Although it's not an allusion, I wanted to include this one because it's a very famous superstition in Korea. People used to pray to the mountain Gods by building stone pagodas so their wishes would be answered. This tradition is still alive, though nowadays most people tell their wishes or pray for good luck. You usually put your stones on an existing stone tower because it also shows how people are interconnected and how you should respect others so your wish can come true through the wishes of others. That's why you should never destroy a pagoda that somebody else made, and it's also very disrespectful. Miae also makes wishes to the tower so Cheol can become her friend and he would one day come to her neighborhood. When Cheol wants to give her a book, he accidentally falls on the pagoda and injures himself.

The Matrix

The Matrix (1999), one of the most famous movies of all time, is about how reality is actually an illusion, and people can be blinded about the truth about their own existence. The main character Neo, played by Keanu Reeves, is someone who awakens within the Matrix, similarly to what we see in The Truman Show starring Jim Carrey.

In one of the most iconic moments of the movie, the oracle tells Neo not to worry about the vase, while Neo doesn't know what she's talking about until he accidentally drops a vase. This scene poses many different questions about predetermination and free will. Was Neo's act predestined by prior experince, free will, or maybe both?

If you look at my aslfua screenshot, you can notice the code from Matrix in green. And what happens in the scene? Miae and Jisu injure a plant in a pot. An accident, right?? Well, depending on how you interpret it based on the movie. And what does Jisu do? He intentionally throws the pot and destroys the plant. Can Jisu's act be considered a sign of free will? Because that is what he tells Miae- that he is not a bully, so he took the blame by flipping over the plant. Jisu might just be a glitch in the system if you know what I mean :D

The Bible

Last but not least, we have this super symbolic illustration at the end of ep2 after Miae meets Cheol. The biblical allusion is obvious, Miae is holding out a green apple to Cheol, a half-eaten apple. In the first part Miae is the one providing her knowledge to Cheol in order to help him mature. :)

There are probably way more references, but I'm kind of tired so I might add others in the future. :) If anyone read this whole thing, thank you so much! :D

[sugar-grigri]

2. Protest: between the author's cynicism and the antagonist's emergence

Fujimoto once again tests you as a reader

Why? Because this chapter requires you to pay as much attention to the foreground as to the background

Yes, hello headache, but now I need you to follow me…….

First of all, I see it as cynicism. The only thing that would make me laugh is if I thought Fujimoto was teasing us.

How and why? Because the church in Chainsaw Man is us. Victims of CSM (who belong to the work), and young people, students who don't always have the right to vote, who come out of curiosity (the fans) fighting bloody battles against the communities.

Come on, Fujimoto follows the networks

Like his OS, but especially Just listen to the song, it's about the relationship between a work, its author and its audience.

I think Fujimoto relishes the debates and arguments on Twitter and other networks.

Fujimoto follows them as much as he suffers them, acclaimed by critics and his own, adored by his fans, he is also the target of threats and hatred.

Whether it's from those who hate his work or those who adore it but can't forgive him for making them suffer.

Fujimoto is as much a figure of protest as Chainsaw Man.

And he's there in the shadows like Denji

But it's not just a wink, and then we get more serious

The protest in the background is just as important as the foreground

Denji and Yoshida are shown as much as the crowd, with the cut-out swapping places between background and foreground. As if Fujimoto were placing them in the same position of importance.

Why ?

First of all, this chapter proves that NO, Yoshida is not up to the task of being the antagonist

who could be the antagonist then?

Where ? Who ? We're a bit confused... well yeah, it was easy to understand that Makima was the antagonist

Not only do we kind of forget that it wasn't that easy to know she was the antagonist, the revelation that she was a demon came very, very late, as did what she was really capable of doing

In CSM the real antagonist is present from the start, and then appears more clearly

Fujimoto likes to use this process to make his work chilling, to encourage you to reread while seeing the chapters take shape under a different light.

SO WHO'S THE ANTAGONIST?

Chainsaw man himself or, (confirming my theory again), Fake! ChainsawMan

To put it simply, since part 2, Fujimoto has shown that Chainsaw Man is controversial, both adored and feared.

This fear would naturally give rise to a Fake!Chainsaw Man demon, whose aim would be to increase its power by maximizing people's fear of Chainsaw Man.

Now let's take a step back. Nostradamus' prophecy is about to come true. Fami's goal is to prevent this apocalypse (for pizza). But this prophecy, as Yoshida knew about it and got in touch with Fami, shows that public safety is aware of the danger.

So why do we want Chainsaw Man to disappear? Would Public Security abandon humanity? Hardly imaginable.

I've given it some thought, and here's the plan as I imagine it.

An alliance has been formed between Fami and Public Security, to take control of Chainsaw Man. Not an absolute alliance, I imagine, but the two groups have common interests.

Both groups need a champion to face this apocalypse.

The fact is, Chainsaw Man is getting weaker.

Turning a demon into a hero who is close to humans means that part of the population no longer fears him, so his power falls proportionally.

Chainsaw Man can't face the apocalypse now.

The solution is to separate Chainsaw and Man. Literally.

When Yoshida invites Denji to live quietly, it's so that he can literally retire.

To make way for whom? Bingo. Fake!CSM

So why do they want CSM to disappear? Why so much emphasis on Haruka and the worship of Chainsaw Man's church?

Nothing creates greater fear than giving people a hero and then suddenly taking him away. We're back to another of CSM's key themes: necessary evil.

If, overnight, CSM no longer appeared to fight the demons, then the world would be in disarray. And fear would increase... giving power to the secretly chosen champion.

A champion... who only appears before dawn. At the very last moment.

The existence of Chainsaw Man leads to clashes, increased tensions and dissent.

His disappearance, meanwhile, will lead to a consensus: the despair of a humanity with no so-called protection.

Nostradamus' prophecy is not simply a prophecy announcing the apocalypse, but a plan that has been in front of us all along.

To be saved, humanity must descend into chaos.

If you want to better understand my theory about Fake!CSM :

[alexanderwales]

I was reading through your blog for fun (a lotta great posts on there, by the way!) and I decided to see what your first ever blog post was. Imagine my surprise when it was an eerily on-point description of a modern generative AI, written in 2007. Differs on some details, but still, get a load of Nostradamus over here!

Link for the curious.

Back in 2007 I was a comp sci major who was really into neural networks and expert systems and had been convinced by a series of books that AI were going to be the future, just ... right around the corner.

And I was double majoring in English, so spending a lot of time looking at what people were doing with language learning, which was ... more or less nothing. There were Markov chain generators, but the neural nets were just too small, with not enough data to them, though at the time it just seemed like it might be a dead end.

I was just convinced that there had to be a way to get a computer to output text on the basis of either expert system rules or statistical inference or something, if we had enough data, if we could handle the flow of data, if computers would only get better. I was tinkering with neural nets, setting up some basic ones to try to tell the difference between a cat and a dog, but there was so much that hadn't been invented yet.

I chattered about this "AuthorBot" idea to a bunch of people; my blog was a repository for things that I knew I was boring everyone with (and still is).

I do think there's some alternate world where I went into academia when I graduated and got a minor role on some team that was working on neural networks. I am a competent programmer, but only competent, so I wouldn't have led anything, and most likely would have been stunned by the series of papers that unfolded over the next fifteen years, forced to try to eke out a niche and play catch up.

[aimportantdragoncollector]

With "The Devil's Double", and what we know now, you should change your name to nostradamus you can also use the alias to go underground so you can hide from the debt collectors XD.

I called the twins part, but I didn't make their backstory depressing enough. I thought I might be guilty of woobifying AFO by giving him such a tragic childhood, but it turned out so much WORSE than I ever imagined.

I'm more surprised about what I got wrong. I came up with all these elaborate reasons about why AFO forced a quirk on his brother and it turns out it was as simple as "power is good, I gave him power, how could you ever leave me after I gave you power?" Of course that makes more sense knowing his and Yoichi's backstory.

AFO was stealing quirks since before he was born. Taking is all he knows. So for AFO, giving Yoichi a quirk was his ultimate sign of love. AFO probably never gave anyone else a quirk without taking payment in his entire long life. Thus AFO couldn't even understand Yoichi not wanting the quirk. His whole mentality was "power is good, so if I give my brother power then he must love and stay with me."

Thus when Yoichi later gave up One for All it must have seemed like the ultimate rejection of his brother's love. No wonder AFO can't stand anyone else having One for All.

AFO kicked little Yoichi but honestly that's pretty normal sibling behavior: you hit me bro, I hit you back. I don't see that as proof AFO didn't care. It's also worth noting that Yoichi is probably only alive because AFO looked after him. Yoichi never could have survived on his own. I think AFO loves Yoichi. It's a twisted and unhealthy love. But AFO doesn't have another way to love people.

[anachronic-cobra]

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O God everyone at this banquet is kissing His Majesty The King's boots, he's not gonna fuck thee

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OUT OF MINE WAY GAYBOY

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🔮 nostradamus Follow

Cleansing thine hands and avoiding contact with your peers will slow the spread of the Black Death! I beg of thee, understand this

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Lmao this peasant thinks he knows the body's humors better than modern science! Fool, be away with your witchcraft and let we doctors remove the tainted blood as we have for decades

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Imagine thinking thou knoweth more than those who have studied medicine

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@doctorbeaky never studied medicine, they were posting about their fruit stand going bankrupt only yesteryear

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And? He's still a doctor. Go jump into a lake if thee loveth cleanliness so.

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His Majesty The King has bestowed upon me the honor of slaying a beast to save the princess of our neighbor kingdom

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...tbh this dragon is kinda fair actually

sirlanceacock-deactivated15320215

Forget the princess I'm boutta get lanced myself 👀

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Rip to the greatest hero of all the land 🫡😔

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[chipsbarista]

It's Who We Are in the Dark

Ship: Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

Words: 1033

Tags: Chance Meeting, Angst.

Tw:. Depersonalization

Thorin sat there. Just sat there. Looking at the scenery. It was sad really, the leaves were all gone, and it was dreadfully cold, making the grass of the park a murky sort of yellow color. His thoughts were, naturally, racing.

“Mind if I sit here?” Came a soft, melodious voice.

Thorin turned to face the music. Blue eyes landing squarely on green eyes. That’s the first thing he noticed. The all encompassing, ever changing hues of those eyes. The second was the blonde bed of curls on this stranger's hair. Inviting. Like Thorin could just reach out and touch. He didn’t of course, he was not rude. This was, after all, a stranger.

“Go right ahead.” His voice came out gruff from lack of use. Had anyone talked to him today? Other than the barista this morning, who had to talk to him. He didn’t think so. He wished this wasn’t normal.

“Beautiful night, no? Cold to be sure, but beautiful nonetheless.” Said the creature next to him.

What time was it? He looked down at his watch. The watch Dís had got him. Before… Before… Before the incident. “I suppose.”

“I am Bilbo, by the way.” The creature, Bilbo, smiled. “Do you go here? Valeria, I mean.”

He was, of course, referring to the university. Valeria Nostradamus. It made sense, the question. He was sitting (alone) on the it spot of the campus. It was also two in the morning so this guy was also a lunatic. What did it matter though?

“I do.” He could feel his throat closing.

“So do I, I’m a journalism major. What about you?” Thorin wasn’t looking at Bilbo now. He looked squarely at the ground and the murky sort of yellow of the grass.

“Marine Biology,” He replied after a second.

“Oh! I heard the program is really good.” Then he giggled. “What's your name?”

“Thorin.”

“Thorin. Oh! That rolls right off the tongue does it not?” Thorin is looking at him again. He looks so carefree.

A pause.

“Tell me, why are you here?” Bilbo asks. And he means it innocently, Thorin thinks.

“Why are you here?” Thorin asks. Not so innocently.

“Needed to get out of the dorm.” And that’s when Bilbo’s smile fades. “That shoe box drives me into insanity. It feels like all my thoughts escape my mind only to bounce on the ceiling and right back at me.”

Thorin hums. “What sort of things were you thinking about?”

“Who I am in the middle of the night.” Bilbo admits. “It's like I act completely different when no one can see me, right? I dress differently, I talk differently, I think differently. It’s almost as if I am a completely different person. My friends, they don’t know this, but it feels like whenever I’m with them I have to fit this sort of mold.”

And then there is a pause again.

“Who are you in the middle of the night?” Bilbo whispers. And if it weren’t two in the morning, with no one else around, Thorin would’ve missed it. Soft as it was.

“I don’t even know who I am in the daylight, let alone in the middle of the night.” Thorin lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Grief, it has shaken me to my very core. And everything I thought I knew is gone. I have no dreams, no aspirations.”

“I’m so sorry, Thorin.” Bilbo’s hand lands on his. And it is strangely warm, for someone who’s not wearing gloves.

“Who are you in the middle of the night?” Thorin relishes in the warmth of Bilbo’s hand. That’s what he chooses to focus on. Anything to keep him from thinking about her. From reminding him that a year was all it took to forget her voice.

“I am emotion. I am adventure. I am the force of a thousand black holes.” He is grinning now. “Which is to say, I am of the goth persuasion. My friends don’t have a clue though. We grew up all in the same parts, where different is bad. So I grew up in a cookie cutter place.”

“But is that who you are?” Thorin asks, eyebrows scrunched together. He can’t imagine having someone’s entire existence summarized by… clothes alone.

“No,” Bilbo says, “I suppose not. I am, however, my thoughts. And they are imperfect, dark, and twisted.”

“I don’t think you’re imperfect, dark, nor twisted.” Thorin lets it slip past his lips.

“You’ve known me for a collective of…” Bilbo looks down at his watch. “Twenty minutes. I don’t think you’d have a good grasp of who I am. Not to mention you don’t know my thoughts.”

“Share them with me.” A plea.

“Looking through my thoughts is like looking through a roll of film. A film that has been burnt one too many times, and at times, spliced over.” Bilbo says, and it’s rehearsed, as if he has thought this, over and over and over again. Like a film. “Art has many interpretations and I am definitely art. If a hideous thing. And, like art, I am wholly sensorial.

“I often wonder if I haven’t been born as the wrong thing. It feels as though I was meant to be born a star. A literal star. I feel it, that energy surging through my veins. I feel it calling to me, space. Empty and vast. A soul like mine.” Bilbo grabs his hand then, moving it to his chest.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

“Do you feel it? Can you feel what I was meant to be?” Bilbo’s mouth is agape.

“I do.” And Thorin does. He feels that warmth, the warmth of the sun, sees the radiance in Bilbo’s eyes and curls alike. “A star. You are a star.”

Bilbo hums. “Most people would’ve called me disturbed by now.”

“I don’t think you are.” Thorin circles his thumb on Bilbo’s chest. “And I don’t think your thoughts are incorrect either.”

“Not dark and twisted? Not imperfect?” Bilbo’s eyes gleam at him.

“Would you call a star imperfect?” Thorin urges.

“I would call it the highest perfection there is.” Bilbo smiles.

“Then there you go.” And Bilbo smiles further. A star.

[sigyns-drafts]

Hi, Thea. Thanks again for responding to my request! When I saw Nostradamus in Ror, it seemed to me that he probably likes love predictions… May I ask for a scenario in which Nostradamus makes a prediction to the fem reader about who her lover will be? (with Buddha, Hermes, Loki, Beelzebub).

A/N: Of course, how could i not!! I totally agree, Nostradamus would so enjoy helping others find potential love. Something he too deserves sometimes hehe!! <33

Nostradamus's love predictions 💕

➩ Y/N after hearing words of Nostradamus's talent in predicting ones future love life, becomes curious and decided to pay him a visit! There she learns of the gods she could end up with and even, how many children they would get. But of course not without its secrets that even Nostradumus cant tell.

Reader type: Fem!reader with Nostradamus, Buddha, Hermes, Loki and Beelzebub.

⚠: Love predictions, future possible outcomes, future relationships, future children, Intersex child, Keeping secrets from partner, secrets in general!

Where gods and humans collide in epic battles to determine the fate of humanity, there exists a young woman named Y/N. 

She was an ordinary human, yet her destiny was intertwined with the most extraordinary beings in existence. 

Little did she know that her life would be forever changed by a prophecy foretold by none other than the legendary prophet of the century, Nostradamus.

One fateful day, Y/N found herself seeking guidance from the most obnoxious man in all of human history, hoping to unravel the mysteries of her future. 

As she stood before the smaller man, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and he spoke in an excited, soft yet mysterious tone. 

“Why hello Y/N, it's certainly good to see you! Say, what brings you here today~?”

"Nostradamus, please tell me of my future, I've grown curious after hearing what you're capable of!" Y/N implored, her heart pounding with anticipation. 

She couldn't believe she was really going through with this! 

Nostradamus's eyes widened at how direct the woman had been, eventually calming himself and nodded, his gaze piercing right through the woman. 

Sending shivers up her spine, the man would just smile in response. 

“Oh dear! Very well then, let us get into it already shall we, what will it be?”

“A love prediction please! Who will I end up with or fall in love with..?”

With a wave of his hand, he conjured images of four powerful beings before them. 

Buddha, Hermes, Loki, and Beelzebub.

"You are destined to find love amidst chaos and turmoil," Nostradamus intoned, his voice echoing in the chamber they stood in, spacey but so empty. 

"Four potential lovers shall cross your path, each offering a different path of destiny. Now isn't that interesting~"

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she listened intently to the prophecy that would shape her future. 

She looks upon the chosen gods, she had met them before.. 

"First, there is Buddha, the embodiment of serenity and enlightenment.." 

Nostradamus smirked to himself and looked at Y/N, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Would you also like to know the offspring count you'll have with them too~?”

Y/N tensed up and found herself almost speechless at this, who did this guy think he was! 

Y/n felt herself start to get all flustered. Her face probably looks like a tomato ready to be plucked.

“Excuse me-! What kind of question is that!?”

Nostradamus lifts up his hand in defence, acting like he didn't know what he had done wrong! 

“Hey! I'm simply just asking..So what will it be?”

Y/n thought about it for a moment, glaring at Nostradamus. 

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see, after all the curiosity in who she would eventually get with was already eating her up inside! 

“Fine! Tell me that too I suppose..ugh.”

Nostradamus chuckled to himself seeing Y/N’s expression and continued. 

"With him, you shall bear him a son and find peace and spiritual awakening, but your path will be one of sacrifice."

Y/N imagined herself walking alongside the serene figure of Buddha, a little boy on her hip and finding solace in his wisdom and compassion.

Yet, she knew that such a path would demand great sacrifices, testing her resolve and strength.

"Next, there is Hermes, the messenger of the gods," Nostradamus continued, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. 

"With him, you shall bear 6 sons and 2 daughters, one child being that of both sexses.

"You'll embark on a journey of adventure and discovery, but beware, for his path is fraught with danger and unpredictability.."

Y/N envisioned herself at Hermes' side with their many children and the possible struggles, aiding him in serving the gods and his father Zeus. 

Exploring whatever secrets he was obviously hiding and being a part of it all. 

The thought thrilled her adventurous spirit, yet she also felt a twinge of apprehension at the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

"Then, there is Loki, the trickster god," Nostradamus said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He seemed familiar with the god. 

"With him, you shall experience passion and excitement, but be wary, for his love is as unpredictable as the shifting winds.."

“What about the children we could have?”

“Well.. Let's just say you'll have 2 for now”

Y/N shivered at the thought of what Nostradamus could be hiding, what did he mean but for now? 

Y/N also thought about entangling herself with the enigmatic god, knowing all too well the chaos and mischief that followed in his wake. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of his magnetic charm and mischievous grin. Maybe it would be worth it? 

"Finally, there is Beelzebub, the prince of darkness," Nostradamus concluded, his voice heavy with foreboding. 

"With him, you'll have a daughter and you'll be aiding him at the ward with his..patients. But beware, for his love comes at a great cost and he will be hiding something from you.."

Y/N recoiled at the thought of being ensnared by the dark allure of Beelzebub, knowing the perilous path that awaited her should she succumb to his temptations. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the forbidden thrill that stirred within her at the thought of embracing the darkness surrounding him.

As the visions faded and Nostradamus' prophecy came to an end, Y/N nodded and bowed respectfully. 

“Thank you for your assistance Nostradamus! I'm grateful for the information, I'll use it wisely..”

“You better Y/n, ta-ta~!”

With that Y/n left with a choice that would shape the course of her destiny. 

Would she choose the path of serenity with Buddha, the path of adventure with Hermes, the path of passion with Loki, or the path of darkness with Beelzebub?

With her heart torn between love and destiny, Y/N knew that her choice would not only determine her own fate but the fate of her love interests and future children as well. 

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, she set out on her journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead!

[black-dhalias]

Hiii I really appreciate ur writing and I would like to make a request for a reader and bash from reign smut where u use the quote “ are u a virgin? But how?” And “ are u scared?”

Little Bird

Bash De Poitiers X F!Reader

Warning: SMUT, language, mentions of arranged marriages

History is not written by the forgotten because history is only written by the heroes, the survivors, the victors. In a world full of royals, kings and queens and countries-- only the strongest will be remembered. All others will fall.

You are far from the young girl who visited the French Court those years ago; now, you are a queen and while country thrives under your rule, you are known as ruthless. You move with purpose, your own guards not far behind you as you walk towards the throne room-- ignoring the whispers of the familiar walls. The memories that cling to every crevice of this palace. When you left, you left suddenly in the night, having received a letter from your mother-- dead. Your father was dead and so was your brother, and you were now queen and immediately required back in Genovia. 

You slip between the halls, your hand tugging Bash along with you, as you look back and smile. Perhaps too much of your time centers around your time with the bastard son of King Henry, but something about him is too interesting to ignore. While Mary Queen of Scots is constantly surrounded by her ladies, the princess of Genovia is often feels ignored by her French allies. Not even first in line to your throne, it seems as though King Henry views you as dead weight, but not Bash.

With him at your side, you felt as though you had a friend in this court of lies and deception, and villains. "Sebastian-- c'mon." You whisper shout, urging him to move faster and keep up with you as you slip into one of the secret passages. Once the door slips closed behind you, Bash holds your hand a little tighter as if to keep you from slipping away into the dark tunnels. Outside of Nostradamus, you are most familiar with the French palaces secret tunnels and Bash knew if you disappeared, you'd get away from him. But the his slight pull was a shock, one you were unprepared for and moved backwards into him.

You try not to show the fear that bubbles inside of your chest, being back here seems to bring back every thought. Every struggle. The pain and the happiness, and it makes it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. However, when the throne room doors open and you see him immediately. No amount of preempted focus could have brought you back because he is exactly how you remember. Only now, he is married and you are queen, which change everything, but looking at him... You feel as though nothing has changed, not him, not you, and not your feelings for him.

There is a shocking hmph as you bump into his chest, but you do not move and neither does he; instead, you feel his hand slip down to rest on your waist while the other rests on your neck. Through the darkness you see his eyes shut, the warmth of his hands and then there is his lips. Soft and sweet, and just as warm as you had imagined; although you know this is far from okay, so what? It feels right enough.

However, you bring yourself back to reality as quickly as you can manage and smile at the newly crowned King Francis. "Sorry I couldn't make it to the coronation-- long may you reign." He nods and gives a little smile, coming down from the throne and you see your guards tense up at the sudden movement. "Oh please, I don't think he wants one of his first acts as King to be starting a war." Neither of them relax despite your whisper to them, but you accept the embrace of Francis and pull away smiling.

"Well you made it now." You nod, giving a little shrug.

"I felt as though us both being relatively new to our thrones, we should talk about continuing the French and Genovian alliance." Scanning your eyes across the throne room, you see Mary—you see Catherine and others you recognize, but it's all a cover so you have an excuse to look at him again. He stands at the right hand side of the King's throne, the King's deputy, which makes sense. You make a note of the woman to his right though. Pretty little thing.

Where you were, Bash always seemed to find his way to your side—whether riding, walking through the grounds, or dancing as you are now. Being a princess means suitors, which pleases your mother, but displeases you: "So Princess, what do you think about French weather being from such a cold land?" You raise an eyebrow as he spins you, and with as much grace as you can muster, you come back to him and give a rather forced smile.

Perhaps petty, you begin to lead, which gives him a little shock-- his footing begins to slip up and he stumbles to keep up with you: "Well, for your information, Genovia is south of France, so I'd say your weather is quite cold, you..." Maybe for the best, Bash is tapping on the counts shoulder and he happily hands you off to Bash. You puff out a breath, irritation still bubbling in your stomach and begging to be released.

"Ignore them..." You bite the inside of your cheek as Bash twirls you around the floor, completely at ease and you follow his steps effortlessly. Familiar with how he moves, how he dances; you'd say you were pretty familiar with everything about him.

"How do they expect to court me, if they don't even know where my country is? Honestly, it's just disgraceful." He gives a little laugh, twirling you quickly before bringing you back in, but this time much closer.

"Well the longer I have you here, the better." His comment, rather than comfort, strikes a little nerve.

"You know, I've had a thought. Why don't you marry me?" You two haven't really spoken about the idea, having mutually decided it just would not work out, but now... now you think otherwise.

Francis nods approvingly, "I think that is a fitting thought." He holds out his arm to you, "Shall we?" You finally find clarity in the fact that Bash is now married and nod, taking Francis's arm. As he guides, you pass by Bash and you pause slightly, biting your lip before smiling at him.

"Congratulations on your marriage, Sebastian." Unlike everyone else, you called him by his name to irritate him and at some point, he began to find it endearing. You see the familiarity in those eyes, but it is only a second as he gives a tight smile and Francis continues to lead you towards one of the studies. You always thought that when you returned, he'd still be there waiting and maybe, just maybe—you could finally have that wedding.

Some part of you is angry at yourself for saying anything at all, and Francis must have noticed because he speaks up. "Don't be too hard on him, or yourself, I'll explain in more detail later, but he didn't have a choice in marrying Kenna." So that's her name, Kenna... That's one of Queen Mary's ladies, although she has grown quite a bit. So have you...

"Well when is a marriage ever a choice in French court." You try to make light of it, your own suffering, joking although there is a bitter truth to the comment. When you get inside of the small room, Francis and you spend quite a while discussing the politics of trade and possibility, but then conversation shifts to your marriage.

"A little bird told me you have a marriage alliance of your own blooming, with my distant Italian relatives.” Your smile tightens and Francis’ brow furrows, your reaction seeming to confuse the new King. “Not a marriage I assume.”

“A necessary one.” You pinch the top of the figures that represent a horse, and glance down at the map. Before placing the horse just east of Genovia, on the Italian border. “There’s an Italian stronghold near this border, there’s been attacks on farms from Italian peasants. If I marry an Italian, specifically a member of this family—then I stand a chance at protecting them.” You swallow, “Just another reason to bolster a French alliance, you’ll learn quickly that only displays of power can protect your country.”

Francis nods, smiling sadly at his old friend—someone he cared for deeply all those years ago. “Well, do not worry—France is not an enemy of Genovia, and under my rule, you have no need to question our honesty.” Gratefulness fills the pit of your stomach, the one that had only seemed to grow as you stayed in French Court. Every hour chipped away at your inner self.

Negotiations with Francis went quick, the grimey politics melted away as you simply spoke with your friend. It made it better, and much simpler meeting than these tended to be amongst royal agreements. He asked for very few things, but mainly that despite you being a protestant nation—you remain loyal to France and Scotland, rather than England.

It was easy to agree to such a simple request.

However, the walk to your rooms is not as long as it once was—Kings and Queens are housed exuberantly, but you used to live so far from it all. You miss those days sometimes. These walls hold so many stories. You were almost unaware of the steps following you, or how his hand felt on your waist as it pulled you in. Or how familiar his sterling eyes were as you looked up at him. While you think of pulling away completely, you are not able to bring yourself to do so.

"You are more beautiful than I remember." Only the walls do not speak, and neither do you. Not even as he runs his hand along your cheek. You are frozen, recalling every memory and knowing that the familiarity is built into his touch. "I did not believe God chose Kings and Queens until I saw you in the throne room." Even standing next to his wife, his next words are bittersweet. "Y/N, you are an angel amongst mortals." Something snaps back into place as you push him away, shaking your head.

"No. Absolutely not. Sebastian, you are married and I do not have time for petty affairs." You reconcile your dignity and stiffen your lip, you are Queen. By your own birthright, and loss.

"Admit it, you feel it too." He steps towards you, and you go back, never breaking eye contact. Knowing that the way he seemed to flinch, your movement to get away hurt him. It hurt you too. "You're more than a petty affair to me, Y/N. You've never been anything less."

You fold your arms over themselves, shaking your head. "I am a reigning Queen... Chosen by God, and revered by my people. You said so yourself." The last bit is more pointed. "I am not an affair, or a passing moment." You pause. "Not even for you."

With that, you leave him alone in the hall and retreat to your room. To wonder what would have been, what could still be, and how it's a terrible idea to linger on the past.

The next days are long, you can hardly wait to go home. You missed the grandeur of French Court a long time ago, but now it does not feel like home. It is too much.

You bid farewell to Francis and Mary, "I believe next year, we'll be travelling to see you." You smile, knowing all eyes are on the future. A wedding.

"Perhaps sooner." Just as you step into the carriage, you glance up at the balcony to see Sebastian. To see him watching you. Your soft smile sends his heart into a flurry of confusion and certainty. Even when the carriage leaves his view, he knows one thing: he would do anything to be your husband.

A warm summer breeze touches your cheeks, it dusts your nose and your smile grows. To be married, it seems so much more distant than it should. You should be giddy, but your future King Consort is nowhere near the one you imagine.

"One more night..." You wonder if you could run now, turn your back on the wedding and just leave. Find another way to protect your country against all odds.

You breathe out deeply, grasp the handles of the balcony doors and shut them tight. Ignoring the arrival of the French convoy, knowing that it would not just be the King and Queen of France in attendance.

Francis had tried to convince Bash to not come, to not torture himself further with the image of you marrying another. To not let him torture you. But the bastard was insistent, so much so that Francis knew it was going to come to something.

"I object..." He murmurs under his breath, it seemed to repeat over—"Wait!" He hardly remembers shouting, just that he did and all eyes turned to him. Yours wide as he moves closer. "Y/N..." He swallows. "You can't marry him." What was supposed to be your husband curses, eyes narrow and harsh. Only they do not scare Sebastian in the slightest. "You know as well as I do. We were as good as promised to each other before your brother died." There is much truth in those words, your parents had come around to the idea and so had your brother. It seemed simple, a way to keep France close and to give you this last thing.

"Silence!" The Italian is seething, chest rounding and cheeks turned a flustered and bright red.

You turn your eyes to him, "Do not command him, as that is as certain as commanding me. I am neither soldier, nor Italian. And neither is he." You pause. "This is my palace." You look at Bash, exhaling and he continues.

"I had not told you, but our fathers had contracts prepared and signed... Two kings... It took a while, but I found the original." His eyes turn to the Italian. Your eyes wide, as you hold out your hand for the parchment. "If this document is verified, then it means you can't marry him. Because you have to marry me."

.

.

.

It was enough to stop the ceremony, no one could condone a marriage without verifying if the will of two kings would be defied. Even dead kings have power.

You pace the hall outside of Sebastian’s chambers, every step echoes, but you do not care. An inner turmoil having found itself rooted in the pit of your stomach, to love Sebastian had been as easy as breathing. You knew him as well as you knew yourself.

“Y/N?” You jump, grasping your shaking palms together as you tuck them behind your back. Trying to seem unassuming, as if you hadn’t been at his door for some time. Only as he takes in your nerves, the way your eyes flit about—Sebastian is very aware, and smirks. The kind of smirk that used to tell you that he knew. “I was just about to go find you.”

Honestly, you believe that to be true, he seemed determined when he opened his chambers door. The way he closed the distance in two long strides, his arm snaked around your waist and pressing himself as close as possible.

So close you forgot how to breathe, wondering if you needed breath at all. Without air, your words were strained—the warmth of his hand trailing up your arm was distracting. “You could have warned me.”

“I planned to, only you never gave me a chance.” You recall sending your younger sister greeting the French carriage, shutting your door tight to keep all temptation locked away.

“I guess—” The words trail off your tongue as he begins pulling you into his chambers, and this time you do not resist. Temptation or not, Sebastian has always been just out of reach. Suddenly, he’s as close skin to skin can allow.

Breathless, you kiss him—not soft or tenderly, but desperate to know what it’s like to taste him again. To feel his lips on yours. Sharing kisses used to be frequent, but it had been so long and you had wondered if they’d taste the same.

They did. His lips were as familiar as his touch. The caress of his fingers against your body had all, but left you breathless—there was no space for air between you, nothing more than clothes.

Even those were falling away, you don’t remember his shirt disappearing or when your robe hit the floor. You don’t recall anything other than his lips, his determination to kiss every bit of skin that became visible.

“Perfection…” He hums the word as he braces you on the bed, admiring you—your bare chest and soft eyes, the way your gaze seemed to draw him in. “Absolute…” Sebastian comes closer, leaning over you, warmth surrounding. His face framed by the fire’s light. “Perfection.”

As his hands begin to run along your waist, your back arches and he lingers there—holding you close, his head bent over as he begins to kiss your neck. Letting his lips travel down as you bend into his grip, a soft moan escapes your lips.

“Don’t—” You pant, a shiver going down your body as he kisses the spot above your breast. “Don’t stop.” If your eyes were not shut, head tilted back, you wonder if you could see the ghost of his smile just as well as you feel it against you.

Sebastian pauses, “Are you—”, his lips seeming to stop as he spoke. “Are you still a virgin?” You sit up, his question taking you aback; however, comfortable you are with him. You didn’t expect him to ask so boldly.

You want this, you know that for certain—you’ve wanted him ever since you were young. Those eyes haunted your dreams, knew your own just as well as the sky knows the stars.

“Would you stop if I said yes?”

“Only if you asked… But how?” You bring yourself close, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck. Lips hovering above his own.

“Then it doesn’t matter if I am. Just don’t stop.” That was enough for Bash as he regained his vigor, kissing your earnestly and desperately.

You could hardly imagine anything more perfect than the way he held you. The way he embraced you. The way, you moan his name—leaning back as he lowers you onto him.

His movements slow, careful and steady, most of your weight being held in his arms as he begins to move.

“Just don’t stop.” You whisper, leaning against his body—your lips resting beside his ear, you felt his grasp tighten as he began to move more rhythmically.

AN: I definitely don’t do smut typically, don’t get me wrong. I do read it, but I am not skilled at writing it. So it’s more sensual than sexual, maybe I’ll get better in the future. But I hope you like this.

[jalwyn21]

I'm a recent-ish follower, so I'm a little curious about your background, were you at one point a swiftie, but got disenchanted with her and that's why you have this deep well of knowledge of and about her, or was she always like a parasocial enemy of yours. I was always a hater, I love when ppl slander her, bc she's generally regarded so highly. I'm sorry her lyrics aren't good or groundbreaking, they are catchy at best and annoying at worst. She's also taking herself way to serious as an artist (name of her new album, cringe interview for the times). Also no matter what (or who; Matt Healy) she is doing, we aren't allowed to criticize her or her actions, when we call her our for her private jet use, we get accused of double standards and how corporations are polluting way more, as if that is in any way or form a justification for her being a fucking pest

Ok, story time then. 🤗 First of all, I'm old af, I'm pushing 30s. (Más sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo) 😅 So I've heard of ts ages ago but didn't care cause I didn't like her music. Never been a swi*ftie. 🤓

Then the whole Jake Gyllenhaal circus happened to the point that even Jake Gyllenhaal's sister was asked about that stupid scarf. That was the first time I properly noticed ts and I thought: what a despicable and petty girl she is. 🤮 But at least Jake Gyllenhaal had a decade long career so he was fine, and I didn't really think about her much after that.

Fast forward to 2016 when I went to see Ang Lee's new film because it's bloody Ang Lee, you know? And I'm glad I did cause it's one of my favorite films ever. And that is how I "met" Joe and completely fell in love with him. 🥰 And there were photos of him online being silly and goofy and adorable (and drunk 😹). And he was so nervous and sweet in interviews. It was just so easy to love him. 🥰🥰🥰

Can you even imagine how sad and disappointed and sorry I was for him when I found out he was dating ts? Cause I already knew what she will do to him. 😭 Like, I knew she will try to destroy Joe sooner or later and I knew that Joe won't have the decade long career Jake Gyllenhaal has to fall back on, when she tries to ruin his life. Call me Nostradamus. 😭

And for the record, Joe is still one of my favorites ever. He is a brilliant actor and a kind man. So I guess my issues with ts are kinda "personal" and kinda parasocial... 😅 In a way, I've been waiting for this sh*t storm to hit for years...

I should probably pin this for others to read when they check my account..

[windsweptinred]

Running with the headcannon that Shakespeare took up residence in the Dreaming after he died... Well, Dream's being doing this for a loooong time. If Shakespeare's there, I totally stand by the fact he must have a hand picked, prized collection of artists, writers etc. All who left a lasting impact on humanities collective imagination. Waltzing round the Dreaming, being intellectual and bohemian in flouncy shirts. Sighing at how beautiful the landscape is, getting into petty dramatic spats with each other and critiquing contemporary artists in the most inhumanly savage way possible.

And is it only Dream? Does Destiny have the likes of Nostradamus and Mother Shipton wandering round the Garden of Forking Ways? Who the hell has Destruction left running amock round The Fulcrum? You can only imagine what must go in in the Threshold... That place must be wild on a Saturday night!

Never mind Hob being upset about running into Shakespeare. Dream would probably have to physically pry him away from in depth conversations every night. Literally fireman carrying him away from a chat with Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, beacuse this is HIS time dammit!

[harrisonblock]

Iron Maiden - Alternate Universe Single Art

Iron Maiden have a lot of awesome cover art. But what if they released different songs as singles over the past 40 years? Perhaps these nine alternate single cover art designs will answer that question. You'll have to imagine them Derek Riggs-ified though.

Phantom of the Opera

I can just imagine a hatchet-job single edit that removes the bluesy solo midsection.

Killers

Technically "Wrathchild" was already a double A-side.

Gangland

With "Invaders" firmly on the b-side.

Die With Your Boots On

Yeah it's about Nostradamus, but who doesn't want to see Western Eddie?

Powerslave

Credit to my friend Mike Lebrain for the inspiration behind this design.

Mother Russia

Awesome song, despite the outdated lyrical content.

These Colours Don't Run

I could imagine the band putting this song out as a statement.

The Talisman

A long one yes, but they put "Empire of the Clouds" out as a single too so it's fine.

Days of Future Past

Probably the most obvious pick on here.

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : FEBRUARY 1999

THE MINISTRY OF DARKNESS

What is the Undertaker’s demonic vision?

By Bill Banks

As the new millennium nears, some people are convinced that the “end” is imminent. The proof, according to them, is everywhere in today’s culture–the music, television and movies. Nostradamus (1503-66) prophesied that by the year 2000, the decay of humanity would lead to Hell on Earth and the ultimate Apocalypse. Many people today are convinced of what he portended. “Prepare,” they say, “for Judgement Day is upon us.”

One can only imagine what Nostradamus would have thought of the World Wrestling Federation and the Undertaker in particular. The Phenom’s threat that the “Ministry of Darkness” would blanket the Federation in destruction has sent chills through a number of wrestling insiders. Is this the Undertaker and Paul Bearer’s macabre way of welcoming the Apocalypse? If so, have we yet to see the true evil within the demonic superstar?

Since his dawn in the Federation, the Phenom has been a sort of antichrist. Like the music of bands such as Type O Negative and Danzig, he has claimed his inspiration from the Dark Side, but he’s only touched on what that world is actually about. While fans have cheered the Undertaker for much of his career, some have forgotten what he stands for–everything that is pure evil. 

In some instances, his powers were unexplainable. At the 1994 Royal Rumble, Yokozuna and a host of Federation Superstars locked him inside an air-tight coffin. As the seemingly lifeless tomb was hauled out of the arena, millions saw the Undertaker–or his spirit–levitate into the rafters. In October 1996, he was buried six feet under a makeshift grave site. To this day, no one can explain how lightning struck the tombstone inside the enclosed arena. And in one of the most horrific scenes in Federation history, Kane trapped the Phenom inside his casket at the 1998 Royal Rumble and charred it with a raging inferno. After extinguishing the flames, Federation officials opened the casket to find that the superstar had vanished.

Levitation, resurrection, surviving an inferno–each display of his unholy ability grows more hellish and unexplainable than the one before. What is feeding this core of evil inside him? Is it society’s deterioration or has the Undertaker finally succumbed to the ultimate evil–the Devil himself?

In demonology, the study of Satanism, experts believe that opening oneself to the Dark Side might invite possession by demons, known as incubi or succubi. It’s called demonic oppression or demonic invasion. According to occultists, evil spirits take over the body and mind and there is no guarantee of ever ridding them. Those who claim to have been possessed in this manner speak of “something inside them that takes over,” and often they believe they are Satan’s minions. Serial killers such as “Son of Sam” David Berkowitz and “The Night Stalker” Richard Ramirez claimed when they were apprehended to have been inspired by the devil. Seemingly harmless games and pranks involving chants and Ouija boards can even turn into something far more sinister. Other hardcore demonologists even believe that simply reading about the subject opens the door to the possibility of possession!

Perhaps the Undertaker has been living his lifestyle for so long that an unspoken evil is dwelling inside him. Demonologists also say that our state of mind–hatred in particular–can lead to possession. Who has been more embittered about being cheated out of the Federation Championship than the Phenom? Following years of festering ill will and unexplained occurrences might he have invited demonic incubi to grow inside of him? If so, are these forces about to manifest themselves in the Ministry of Darkness–led by a superstar who believes he’s a follower of the Devil himself? 

Another aspect of Satanism is its variety of followers. Witchcraft, superstition, magic, and occultism are all aspects of it. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of demonic religions are based on these branches, with some of their followers pledging allegiance to the Devil.  What if the Ministry of Darkness is the coming of the Undertaker’s apocalyptic religion? There are more dark forces in the World Wrestling Federation today then ever before. Would they open themselves up to possession by the Phenom? Or have they already? Is the Undertaker assembling an army to help carry out his apocalyptic desires?If he believes he is the ultimate demonic leader, would these superstars follow as his devoted parishioners?

Like Nostradamus, has the Undertaker seen the coming of the “end”? Is he involved in a dark and demonic world that we cannot even begin to comprehend? Although the prophet’s predictions are open to interpretation, the coming of the Ministry of Darkness is undeniable. With such power, perhaps the Man from the Dark Side is determined to make Nostradamus’ vision of Hell on Earth a hideous reality.

[sugar-grigri]

What do you think of Death being benign, at least in a devil's way? The extinction of humans would imply the extinction of devils without no one to fear them, if Death wanted to destroy humanity even if it implied her own death, maybe she has a twisted mentality of offering humanity a quick death to save them the pain of life. She could even offer humans to see their dead loved ones again as a contract for surrendering to her. It would be pretty messianic in a way.

Fami triggers the end of the world by trying to protect humanity

There's something I've noticed about Fujimoto's writing: the clearer something looks, the more you have to be wary of it. When I saw that we had confirmation that the King of Terror foretold by Nostradamus was none other than the demon of death, I was immediately sceptical. Not because I questioned her arrival, but because I questioned her intentions. I've just answered another question about Nayuta, but the answer is closer to what I'm developing now.

I think that before being an apocalypse, it's a questioning of the role and nature of demons. Death is fundamentally there to establish a kind of balance, birth, life and then death. It's what allows the world to function. Even if it seems horrible, especially when it takes away our loved ones, death is neither evil nor good. It does not oppose humanity, just as it does not protect it. It simply marks the end.

The more I hear about the big sister being a threat, the more I tend to imagine her as I have from the beginning: as a silent observer who watches her siblings argue when she has the last word.

We don't know if Fami's plan will work, but what Fujimoto's telling us is that, in wanting to protect humanity, a demon does what they can with what they's got, which is to spread terror. Even if Fami's desire to free herself from her nature, which is to persecute humans and bring about the apocalypse, runs counter to her raison d'être, I still think that her nature will triumph. By trying to prevent the apocalypse, Fami is actually causing it. Nayuta follows this logic, as she fights against her controlling demon nature by being a vulnerable little girl. Just as falling in love with CSM upsets the war demon, Yoru.

I'd find it incredible if the prophecy Fami intends to fight had actually foreseen her own act of resistance, if this rebellion by the demons of the apocalypse is one of the cogs that will bring about the end of humanity.