#so whatever i've been spoiled. i refuse to believe

[ikeberry]

crying over denji's found family lol :')

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

Since you're doing requests, can you write for Hero is Back? Maybe "Boyfriend Material"? (Assuming the master list is a prompt list)

HiB!Wukong: Boyfriend Material.

Word Count: 1236

Rating: T for some language. Fluffy.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes: Not a prompt list, but if someone (like yourself) requests based on one listed, I'm taking it as a sign to finally get it done. :3 Also, thank you for being my first HiB requested. 🥺🥺🥺

Hope you enjoy!

Honestly… he has no idea what he's doing with you 98% of the time. He doesn't even know how he managed to get you in the first place! However… You're his world. His reason for living, his everything. Make no mistake about how crazy he is about you or what he’s willing to do to keep you happy; so know that he’s trying his best.

He has absolutely no idea what he’s doing, so you have to be patient with him and help guide him. He’s got street smarts, but he’s lacking in the book smarts and feelings department. Like most men, he’s clueless as to what you want, he’s a warrior after all, he’s not used to being… loved. He’s used to being misunderstood, so you have to be patient with the poor monkey boy.

He may be clueless about your advances at times, but make no mistake, he isn't the same with other men. He notices when others are interested in you and is ready to throw hands if someone doesn't leave you alone, especially if they decide to get handsy. He's your warrior, your protector whether you need it or not, and he takes that job very seriously. 

Even if you can defend yourself with his strict teachings, he wants to be your first line of defence against the enemy. If you get even a scratch, he’ll be pouty and grouchy the entire time after… but be careful, he may just be doing it so he can get your affection and reassurance. 

“Wukong, are you sure this is the right way?” you question him as he guides you through the thick forest.

“Stop whining, we’re almost there,” he told you for what would have to be the tenth time in seventeen minutes.

“If you tell me where we’re going, then I won't be so pestering,” you shot back at him. 

“No, we both know that’s a lie,”

“Please?” you looked up at him, but he held the top of your head and positioned your head forward again. “Wukong,” you whined.

“Quit whining, or I’ll change my mind,”

“Change your mind on what?!” you were getting frustrated, the anticipation was eating you alive from the inside out, but his lips remained shut about where he was taking you.

When you saw it, your breath was knocked out of your lungs. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen: the breathtaking view, a picnic set up for two, and the stars peeking in with the setting sun. 

“You did all this?” you looked up at him, but he refused to look at you and instead walked over to the mat and sat down. He looked up at you and held out his long arm for you, staring at you with those adoring eyes you loved so much.

“Are you coming or what? The food will spoil,” he teased, which snapped you out of whatever trance you were previously in. You walked over to him and sat down beside him with a grin on your face as he wrapped an arm around you. 

“I still can't believe you did all of this for me,” 

“Hm,” was all he stubbornly responded, but his flustered face told you a lot.

“You're so sweet,” you smiled as you leaned against his side and looked at the spread… that's when you noticed something… the food was poorly wrapped but somehow holding together. 

“Wow…” 

“What?” he asked as he looked down at you nervously.

“It's just… this is a lot of food,” you smiled up at him. “And you made these all by yourself?”

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his head. “You've been stressed lately, so I wanted to-”

“I've been stressed? Have you met yourself?” you laughed a bit before you tackled him in a hug. “You're the Great Sage, and I’m the one who’s stressed?” you looked over his features with a small smile. 

“Well, you have,” he smiled a bit as he shifted a bit to be comfortable with you on him. “I was worried.”

“Now you know how I feel every single day with a boyfriend like you,” you shot back and snuggled into his chest. He smelled so good and his fur was super soft. “Did you condition?”

“Thank you for noticing,”

“Okay, now I know something’s up. Did I forget an anniversary?” you looked at him accusingly. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he said lazily as he rubbed your back. “Can't I surprise my girlfriend?”

The title made you feel like a giddy schoolgirl and gave you butterflies every single time. He always said it with a sense of boundless pride and smugness.

“Sure, but usually you do it to make up for something you did that I might yell at you for,” you stated, which wasn't wrong.

“Well,” he chuckled and caressed your cheek and kissed your nose softly. “Not today.”

“If you say so,” you smiled at him, melting into liquid with such affection from the typically unreadable male. 

“Do you want the food or not?” he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Yes, please,” you smiled and watched him dish out what smelled like beef-filled dumplings. “So you made this all by yourself?”

“Yes,” he said and offered one to you. “It should be cool enough to eat by now.”

“Then feed one to me,” you teased your secret romantic.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” he looked at you in slight annoyance, making you grin at him. 

“Quite so,” you nodded. “You've entrapped my heart, let me tease you a bit to make up for it,” you teased. 

Now that got his heart racing and brought a blush to his face. He didn't take long to submit to your request and held one of the misshapen dumplings to your lips with a pair of chopsticks. You were a bit hesitant to take a bite, but not wanting to hurt your boyfriend’s feelings, you opened your mouth and took a bite into the treat. 

The texture was much to be desired, but for his first time, it tasted amazing. The beef was fully cooked, even though the dumplings could have used a few more minutes of steaming. Wukong watched you and your reactions, studying you fully, half expecting you to gag and half expecting you to spit it out in his face.

“Could have used a few more minutes of steaming,” you said honestly. “Other than that, they're sooooo good,” you grinned up at him, which made him relax.

“Hm,” was all he said before he took a bite out of a dumpling. “It's edible,” he shrugged.

“That it is,” you grinned at him. You turned your attention to the breathtaking view of the sunset, he really outdid himself for a simple date.

“Honestly…” his voice got your attention, and you tilted your head curiously. “I just… wanted to do something nice for you, to show you that….” Gods, this was embarrassing. “That I love you… a lot.”

“Awe,” you were a giggling mess as you leaned against him. “I love you too, Wukong, so, so much.”

You both sat there in silence and at some point, he positioned you between his legs and wrapped his arms around you. You ate in silence and enjoyed the quiet outdoors together as the moonlight blessed you both with its light.  

So yeah, I think it’s safe to say he’s more than boyfriend material.

[adamnablelittledevil]

The overall colorblidness, microagressive, tone deaf, racially insensitive or however you want to call it behavior of this fandom was already awful enough, but PEOPLE GOING TO A FUCKING PLANTATION, taking pictures with toys (a funko pop of white slave owner Louis btw) as if they're at Disney World and posting it so casually (further info here, here and here)? I don't even think you can go lower than that. That's one of the biggest offenses I've seen on fandom ANYWHERE, of any show/movie/book. I'm appalled.

And I'm glad this escalated enough to the point even British media outlets are writing about this, because WE SHOULD ACKNOWLEDGE IT and people should deal with the consequences of their actions, though I feel for Jacob, Delainey, black fans in general and SPECIALLY NOLA natives will probably see or have already seen this shit. Specially the latter that have to deal with it on a daily basis, because even to this day the generational traumas of their ancestors and themselves are still exploited. The fact they may have WITNESSED IT IN PERSON themselves is disgusting and infuriating.

You wanna learn about racism and slavery in the U.S.? Turn to books and documentaries, if you can't afford them or find any in our country, if you can't ship international products to where you live because access to these things can be complicated sometimes, then read a blog or watch YouTube videos for free (just please check their credentials to know they're reliable and a professional, like an actual historian and check ACTUAL black sources and not white people who may undermine such topics).

You genuinely wanna honor and pay your respects to those people? Then, go to the places YOU'RE ACTUALLY ALLOWED to go, don't focus on taking pictures for social media, just sit down, reflect on where you're standing, pray for those souls, find a local charity that you can donate money to and/or work as a volunteer for a little bit IF YOU REALLY WANT TO HELP, because local communities don't need spoiled individuals who will just be lazy and fillers or cause mess and give them more work to do.

ALSO, shame on people who did see this and said nothing, specially if they spend countless time shitposting, sharing memes or talking about white characters and ships. This happened in late OCTOBER and it's been almost a whole MONTH. And somehow this is only being spread NOW because a British newspaper made an article about it. It should never have happened in the first place, but we should've acknowledged it by ourselves and not just because it went public? If you search the tag, you will LITERALLY ONLY FIND F O U R POSTS ABOUT IT, tops. AND IT'S BEEN ALMOST A FUCKING MONTH. Does this fandom need the Daily Mail or whatever source that was to act with some decency? Are you doing it to look good or out of genuine indignation, respect and empathy for black people, specially NOLA fans? I know some people genuinely didn't know because they avoid certain blogs, tags, block, blacklist and try to curate their dashboards in the best possible way to avoid the mess, follow thousands of blogs and/or a new to the fandom, which is completely understandable, but this WOULD HAVE totally blown up way SOONER if as a collective this fandom cared more. We're talking about some pretty popular accounts, some with 16,000+ followers FOR FUCK'S SAKE. I REFUSE to believe this wouldn't have gone viral sooner if thr fanbase actually wanted to combat racism in the IWTV/TVCverse. Anyway, MAY THIS FINALLY BE THE WAKE UP CALL THIS FANDOM DESPERATELY NEEDS, shamefully way too late, yes, but at least better late than never.

P.S. Sorry if this isn't articulate enough, has mistakes, typos etc, I'm on my phone, English is not my first language and I'm way too pissed to think straight.

[tomomiisasleep]

notes on the unwanted guest and Ianthe in general:

I did NOT expect that this is when they were fighting in the body!!! that's so awesome

Pal already asked more than five questions before scene 4. so Ianthe couldnt actually refuse his questions? or she doesnt care what they talk about, as long as it strays away from Babs?

and uhhhh, why the hooded figures? I mean I got spoiled that the setting is the Ninth House, but I mean why the Ninth House? she never really showed much interest on it, and the whole setting she conjured up herself if I have to guess

and the more I read about Ianthe the harder it is for me to remember that I have not gotten over her lying about the corpse under the bed but that she's so hot I am immune to bad bitches I support woman's wrongs

actually I don't see other people fussing about it. but IMO I think it's the shittiest thing she does in the plot (I mean she did eat someone but isn't that the whole point they were there? ok that's not an excuse but whatever I don't think she's terrible for doing it) and the only thing that makes me actually dislike her and not admire her for her intelligence and wit. but everything else about her is like, phoar

also the famous line

pal: nobody asked

so i guess it means that Harrow-related discussions are safe ground for Ianthe? or is this her manipulation again seeing as the inside of her head looks like the Ninth House is it because she still fantasizes about marrying Harrow?

How did Ianthe find out about Ortus? Gideon told her? How did Pal find out about Ortus???? Cam told him? how did Cam find out? or Dulcie told him? and I can't believe she actually died twice, just to tell Harrow about Gideon...

ok I've finished it, but still no insight as to how true Lyctorhood works. Pal said that the real truth is grafting, transplantation. I still don't get it. the only true Lyctor up to now is John and... wait...actually no, he changed before reviving the earth... I don't understand this.

but I do kinda get who Nona is now, it's Alecto's soul under the influence of not Harrow's soul but her body. Which sure has some interestimg implications...

and tbh I did not understand how Pal just wins because he figured something out that Ianthe did not. or is that exactly the point? and I can imagine Ianthe mmust be grossed out to find that her soul has been "rubbing" with Babs' this whole time and time later

something unrelated(that maybe has a little to do with Babs' soul rubbing off on Ianthe?): when Ianthe walked away from Harrow in the bathroom scene, I do think she knows the significance behind her choice, at least subconsciously. she wouldn't have enjoyed owning Harrow if she choose to approach her anyways. I actually think Harrow wasn't so desolate she might have gone in to check tje scene out of morbid curiousity and maybe to see her naked though I'm not sure if she prefers that over seeing her brain but that's not the point. the point is this is Not how Ianthe imagined that she would take possession of Harrow at all, not by picking up someone else's scraps.

So maybe it was for the best

I think they would both agree.

that after a pregnant pause

the weight of the situation is sinking in on Ianthe

the Princess of Ida said:

why refer to her as such at a time like this? she's putting on a facade

“Wow! Not how I imagined this happening, at all,” and you heard her hasty footsteps retreat,

hasty, maybe she had to tear herself away from the temptation, maybe she's afraid that she'll turn back.

away, back down the corridor whence she came. Then she was gone.

lastly, some stuff about the twins. they need each other. Ianthe needs Corona because she needs Corona's approval. she needs approval and she needs it from everyone and doesnt hide it, but Corona's is the most important. why else would she be happy to downplay her abilities her entire life? she gets off on Corona's worship, I bet her actually body had an orgasm when the remote-control body shuddered.

other stuff about goals and love, and sleeping together are all explicitly expressed in the books, so I'll say no more.

one last thing: I love Palamedes and the relationship between him and Camilla and Dulcinea

[maremote]

Black Sails Monologuolympics BR1.4: Minor Characters: FINALS

idelle, abigail

ldelle, to Anne, 408: "You killed a friend of mine. Her name was Charlotte... and you did it for reasons that had nothing to do with her. There were men knew that would've killed you for me. I wanted to ask them. Had the money. But Max refused. I couldn't tell then if it was... because she was afraid of you. Wouldn't have blamed her. I was. Or if it was something else. But I respected her wishes. Obeyed when she said we'd protect you despite what you'd done. Do you know why? Because despite the world reminding her every day of her life that she's undeserving of being given anything by it, that she was unworthy of what little she'd managed to take from it... despite all of that, she never believeda word of it. That woman has been fighting the whole goddamn world since the day she was born. She's a breath away from winning that fight. For whatever reason, she wants to share the spoils with you. And you'd walk away. You killed my friend. I wanted you to know that."

VS

Abigail, in 208: "From across an ocean, it is hard to know what the New World is. knew were the stories was told of monsters and valiant men sworn to slay them. But now that I've nearly traversed the ocean that separates New World from old, fear that the stories I've heard may have clouded the truth more than clarified it. It would seem these monsters are men-- Sons, brothers, fathers. And it would seem these men fear their own monsters-- An empire... a navy.. a king. My father. So much l've left behind me-- London, my youth, and comfortable stories. So much lies ahead in Charles Town-- A future and harder truths. I feel must face it honestly, bravely. I must face it as my father's daughter, and believe that in order to do that, have to tell these people that which I've kept from them. I have to tell them what I know."

BRACKET ONE ROUND FOUR // BRACKET ONE // #BSM

[itsastronxmy]

🟠 🟡 🟢 🟣 🎱 🔮 ⚽️

For any of your OCs that you’ve made! For the “OC Ask Meme”! And I’m sorry if this is too much. I’m just curious! If you don’t want to answer ALL of them! That’s FINE!😊👍

Since I've depicted her the least, I'mma do Gambit! I think America's "Grim Reaper" needs some time in the spotlight 😊

🟠 Orange- What is a trait your OC hides about themself from others? Do they refuse to acknowledge it or begrudgingly accept it?

Gambit is actually a nostalgic person. She hides it, though, because "America's Grim Reaper shouldn't be nostalgic if she has no documented past." But it's not like she can always help it. It can be walking into a cafe and smelling coffee, or waking up early and watching the sun come up, and she remembers... something. Something of a home she used to have, whatever it had been. She's not sure why it happens. It just does, and honestly...? She kind of likes the feeling.

🟡 Yellow- What is something your OC wants but knows they can never have? How does it feel to never get this specific desire?

Gambit's... not sure what she wants. But a home is something that comes to mind a few times. Not necessarily a tangible place, no, she's on the move too much to enjoy that sort of thing. But a place she could at least say is safe ground for herself. People she could say are a safe haven for her. But she knows that's something she can't have. Not just because of her work. She's a woman who hasn't had a family in so long. She's sloppy in communication and expression. It's simply no longer her nature to have a family. And sometimes, yeah, it hurts. She watches the children walk down the sidewalk, holding the hand of their parent as they happily talk about their schoolday. So innocent, so unaware that the person who just passed by them was someone who had that carefree life taken away too early. Who had a home taken away too early. But the world keeps turning, and she walks down the path of the lonely hunter once more.

🟢 Green- What is considered a weakness in your OC that is actually a strength? What is a strength in your character that can be twisted into a weakness?

Well, I'd think that Gambit's silent and stoic demeanour can be a strength in some ways. Yes, she does struggle with communication and expressing her thoughts, but she also makes an excellent bluff. It's hard to tell if someone's lying if they've got steely eyes like her. Gambit's smart, yes, but that doesn't mean she's immune to overthinking. If too much information is thrown at her, she begins to overthink, her brain going haywire from all the possibilities she's trying to find at once.

🎱 8 Ball- What situation was your OC lucky to escape from or get out of? What or who helped them unexpectedly?

Not going to say too much because it'll spoil Gambit's backstory that I'm writing. Poland, Jan. 11, 2000. A couple and their daughter went missing after a car accident and explosion. While the parents were found dead not far from the vehicle, the daughter's body was never recovered. Some believe that she was lost immediately with the explosion, her corpse burned into nothing. Others believe she somehow crawled out of that burning wreck, perhaps with the aid of her late parents, and somehow got away.

🔮 Crystal Ball- What kind of future does your OC want to have? What would they do to make it real?

Gambit's not entirely the type to look to the future; she's not even sure how much longer she'll be on this planet with such a perilous job. She honestly intends to keep going until she eithers dies or finally gets sick of killing and decides to retire. Not much to put for this question, but I hope this kinda helps

⚽️ Soccer Ball- Who is someone that your OC believes in and roots for? Are they private about their admiration or do they make it well known?

I think Sunako fits this card, really. Gambit was the one who offered her an invitation to the Shadow Company, recognising the young woman's talent and potential. While she's definitely not open about it, Gambit really wants to see Sunako perform great in the field. She may be rather harsh and almost condescending when she gives tips to the younger, but it shows in her actions how far she's willing to go to ensure Sunako gets a better run in life than she had.

[justasimplesinner]

Trigger Warning Self Harm

Could I get a snippet of The Big Bois and Venom reaction to the following? After a lovely date, whatever that would entail for the character, their S/O begins to cry. The guys, heavily concerned, ask about it. The S/O grins sheepishly and says slowly, " You know that scar ( or those scars) I have ( a body part). Well it's been a year, a year. Since I've last done something to hurt myself like that Due largely to you just, being supportive."

I understand if this is too dark, if so I completely understand not writing this, I'm just asking this bc I have a few scars from my own relapses n I like to think about some big strong dude loving me regardless them n helping me love myself. Sry this is super self indulgent and embarrassed which is why I'm on anon okay bye thank you so much

ok hun i know im fucking late to the party, and personally i do not have such experiences as you did (im sorry you had to go through shit like this) so this might really not be what you wanted, but if i can in any way make you feel better with my horrendous writing, i will also, im fucking sorry, but imma go with just bane k? im trying to get back to writing and shit aint easy, so im hoping to take it one step at a time TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF SCARS AND SELF-HARM

Bane with a s/o that used to self-harm:

you two didn't go on dates that often. i mean yeah, he did spoil you, that he did, but he's more the type to do little things for you instead of taking you out on fancy dinners. what i mean is carrying you to bed and covering you with a blanket whenever you fall asleep in a place you definitely shouldn't sleep in, leaving your favourite snacks in places where you'll easily find them etc. however, whatever his darling wants, his darling gets, and if that's a dinner date at a nice restaurant, then so be it

it was also a nice way to celebrate your first anniversary, so he really had no way to refuse

he may not have taken you to the fanciest place out there, and yet you felt like royalty. it was a nice corner mexican joint, he knew the owners and they were one of the only people that served him without question, and he always offered them his protection. they set your table nicely, even pulled out fancy champagne flutes (yeah, there were plastic, but so what), put decorations on your table - to put it shortly, they did their best and also made the place feel very homey and comfortable

the evening was great. nice food, cheap but good alcohol, cozy atmosphere, conversations that stretched on for hours filled with laughter. that was exactly why you loved him. for his respect for you, for his care, for his protectiveness, for his dad-jokes and stupid, booming laugh that you swore made the walls tremble. he was the one, you knew it. you've never had someone you felt this comfy with, who made you feel so safe and loved, who never treated you like you were worth nothing, like you didn't deserve anything coming your way. but most importantly, you've never had someone that made you believe in your own strength and worth, that made you believe you deserved to be loved

you really didn't want to break down in front of him. things were going so well, you were trying to be strong - and he was really helping with that - but… it all came crashing down really. and it was a big, confusing mix of everything - of guilt, of shame, of pride, of happines, of love. you couldn't handle that

Bane got a little scared there ngl. i mean, you looked so happy, and then suddenly, you come home with him and start bawling your eyes out. he was a little confused, to say the least

and that's when the dam finally broke. you've never told anyone about this, about your own suffering, but he made you feel so safe and you wanted him to know. you wanted him to feel how grateful you were and only hoped that he wouldn't turn away from you after this

it took a lot of courage from you, he could feel it. you were practically trembling, your voice breaking as you clutched at his arm when you told him everything. about where those scars actually came from and how he helped you with that without even knowing, how there weren't any new ones since you two started your relationship

he's quiet most of the time, just holding you close, but he knows he has to say something less you'd think he hated you. that much he already learned, about the validation you needed from him. he doesn't throw any accusations at you, like how you could've told him sooner or if you were scared of telling him. i mean, of course you were fucking scared of saying that and that's what made him feel so special that you finally did

he will whisper simple, loving words of encouragement while he lightly rocks you both in a slow rythm. he will tell you how grateful he is that you've told him this, how proud he is of your progress, how happy he feels to be the one to help you through this. he wants you to know that your words mean a lot to him, that you mean a lot to him and he's going to love you no matter what

[marshmallowprotection]

So I suddenly been hit with a major Gardenia et tu Polaris brainrot, specifically how much I wanna spoil angel Saeran... I love love love wings in all their forms, so I would completely adore his beautiful wings, but I would be too sheepish to express it to him fully. Who knows if that's considered weird or inappropriate! I don't know how angels work nor their wings! Do they need to preen? Are they dusty in the same sense that some birds have dust on their feathers to keep them soft? So many questions... I just know that the moment he allows me to touch his wings for the first time I would be jumping up and down internally from giddiness. Catch just sitting there for a good hour just gently caressing his feathers with my fingers and whispering how beautiful I think his wings are, and how perfect they look on him, and how grateful I am for all that he did for me without even me knowing. I don't care if his wings are considered too small or not right, or whatever else he's been told. He is perfect in my eyes, and his wings are one of the loveliest things I've touched and seen

SORRY FOR THIS SAPPY DUMP I'M JUST SITTING HERE THINKING OF ANGEL SAERAN AND I HAD TO SHARE IT

He deserved to get pampered

Ever since he blinked into existence on the pearly gates of Heaven's embrace alongside his twin brother, he was always looked like as if he were created wrong. Nobody would say it in earshot of the Father but it was something Saeran understood from the beginning. His wings... they were too small.

His ability to fly was stunted, and even with a lot of time and practice, he still couldn't manage to fly without a help for long distances. Most wings are meant to be broad, long, and dense. His were clipped from the start, and barely stretched past his wrist on a good day.

He felt so ashamed of his wings... of the whispers that he was an accident, and that Saeyoung was meant to be even more beautiful... he was just a leech... who took what was meant to be Saeyoung's.

Saeyoung never let him believe that.

His brother would go as far as he could to make sure nobody ever said those words in his presence, but it didn't stop them from talking about it.

It didn't matter how far away they were from the point of their creation, people would always look at them like they were different, and he refused to let them go through it for as long as he could. It was harder when his brother got the chance to go down to Earth by himself and he was left alone. But, every time his brother came back, it felt like his insecurities faded if only for a moment. 

Many angels above him would snicker that he might not be able to return to Heaven if they abandoned him on Earth. The fear clung to him for centuries, too. Saeyoung always told him stories about how wonderful the Earth was, but being told was never the same as the chance to see it for himself. Entranced and entangled by the world, he was fortunate and cursed to have met you.

He saved your soul.

You saved his faith.

He sacrificed everything for you.

His brother destroyed his wings for it.

The downward spiral that was his angelic existence all came from the fact that he was insecure about his wings. From the very point of his creation, his wings were what drove every action and reaction from those around him. How could he not be insecure about them? How could he not be afraid to show his true self to you after everything?

It's not that you wouldn't love him, he knew, it was that you might not think more of him if you knew that he wasn't the best angel you could have loved. 

You know, in the end, there was so much going on that you didn't have the opportunity to look at him properly when his form revealed itself to you. The night of the party… You didn't have an opportunity to talk to him about everything. There was so much going on, no time to think, and yet, you were captivated by him, weren't you? 

His wings protected you... they kept you safe from the malicious plot going on all around you. How couldn't you believe him to be beautiful?

All of the loneliness you once felt... he was the one who helped the ache in your heart. He was the one who helped you when you were on your deathbed, and even though what he did for you didn't take away all the pain, it stopped you from dying and gave you the opportunity to live your life again. You gained what you thought you lost... energy and faith... even if long days left you winded and tired.

You were alive... because of a beautiful angel.

An angel with wings you could care less about being "perfect."

That's why you stand with him to this day, a smile on your face as you caress his wings with tender hands, and a peaceful bliss washes over you the longer you stay. "I love your wings, Saeran. They've protected me ever since that day. To me, they're beautiful... and I will never ever forget what it felt like to see you above me, my guardian angel. Your wings spread around us... your bright eyes... your gentle hands... that is the moment... I fell in love with the true you."

Those are the words that cling to him no matter how much he finds himself feeling insecure again. Those words stay with him no matter where he goes, and if he ever feels a sense of doubt, he knows within his heart that your love will always remind him of what really matters. It is not the size of his wings that makes him an angel, it is the size of his heart. 

That's why he takes your hand in his, helping you caress his wings with a small gasp on his lips every time he feels your pulse jump... this is humanity... in his hands... and he loves it. He loves you and what it means to be loved... even if he had to wait centuries to be with you... it was worth it.

[exyugoth]

Luck, misfortune, acceptance

I try to pinpoint the pinpoint the first time I felt an overwhelming sense of bad luck, misfortune, evil eye, whatever you want to call it. Was it when I started losing more friendships than I can count in the same way that made me feel inadequate over and over again, every year since I was 11 ? Was it when we kept discovering that some illnesses ran in the family ? Was it when I understood that what I had experienced as a child was abuse and that I might not have been the only one ? Was it when we lost several family members in a short timespan and we were robbed of goodbyes ? Was it when the fridge broke down that one time ? And then the car. And then my computer. And then the sink. All in the same week.

Did it start with me - they did, after all, take me to some sort of witch because I refused to sleep and they thought someone had given me the evil eye the first few weeks of my existence - or is there some truth in my parents' words when they say that we have been cursed ? I recently learned that, in 2001, my parents were ready to move us back to their motherland. Everything was set up. Clothes and furniture were packed and ready to go. They eventually had to give up on the idea after nationalists violently attacked Bosniaks again in their hometown. To me, it felt like yet another unfortunate tale that could only happen to us.

I wonder how much of these feelings are cultural, how much of it is born out of superstitious beliefs. How much of it is rooted in having collectively experienced unspeakable and unfathomable life-changing violence that has spanned multiple generations, without ever taking a break. It makes sense that, if we cannot truly make sense of something, it is easier to conceptualize it as some uncontrollable power that comes to crush us and continues to strike repeatedly.

It also seems rather self-centered to believe that we are special enough to be cursed. That these horrible occurrences must be someone or something else's fault because it never should have happened to us. That our lives are so bad that we must have the evil eye. As if thousands on this planet were not experiencing much more difficult and traumatic life events at the exact same time. When I start thinking about that, I feel guilty.

Then, I think about how lucky I actually am, despite everything. And how lucky we are. "If the war hasn't killed us, neither will this." That's a sentence I've heard my grandmother, my mother and my aunt say before. And it's true since none of our relatives, as far as I know, have died in the war. We've been lucky enough to visit my family every summer since I was born, unlike million of others in the diaspora. I was lucky enough to meet my grandpa. Hell, I even met my great-grandpa. That doesn't sound like being cursed to me.

My therapist often congratulates me on how well I cope with things and how well I self-reflect. When I read about how to recognize that a child may be undergoing sexual abuse, I did not find myself in the signs. Was that luck? I felt proud of that, even though I knew it was wrong to feel pride. I was a happy child. A bit too talkative at the doctor's. Bratty and spoiled. Energetic. Cheerful. Sometimes a bit rude to my peers when I felt like I had to protect myself. It was only years after the abuse stopped that I developed anxiety and depression, and I'm still convinced that it had more to do with my fear of failure and disappointing my loved ones than it had to do with anything else.

Although when something bad happens to me, it's always a devastating and troubling wave of bad things happening at the same time, deep down I don't think I'm truly cursed. But I do need to accept that it's just this thing called life. And life sometimes really fucking hurts. But that shall pass too.

[fiftysevenacademics]

I've seen posts elsewhere about how Wen Qing was Wei Wuxian's love interest in the original script for The Untamed and that this upset MDZS fans enough to protest when the ending was leaked. I never know how much to believe fan theories but this one seems to have been true. It makes sense because there are times in The Untamed where it feels like they're trying to imply something between them, and it definitely feels like a lot more was filmed than made it into the final cut.

But honestly, I like the way it works out in the aired version. Wen Qing has some kind of strong feelings for Wei Wuxian that he doesn't reciprocate in quite the same way, and although some of their relationship dynamics resemble those of a married couple during their time in the Burial Mounds, I don't think it's really a romantic relationship. Wen Qing might have romantic feelings for Wei Wuxian, which makes sense to me. They are similar kinds of people. They were both taken in and supported by powerful clans to whom they owe a debt of gratitude, and yet, they both rebel. They both try to live up to their personal values and do what they think is right in the face of great pressure (in WC's case, threat of death). Wei Wuxian is the only man who has ever stood up for or helped Wen Ning and probably the only man who doesn't treat him as inferior.

Personally, I think all it takes is being kind and protective toward Wen Ning to win Wen Qing's heart, so it makes sense she might be a little in love with Wei Wuxian, who recognizes Wen Ning's talents and takes him under his wing. She gets this dopey little look on her face when she sees Wei Wuxian teaching Wen Ning how to improve his aim with the bow and seems shocked and delighted when he says her little brother has talent.

Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, is in love with Lan Wangji, but he doesn't quite realize that for a long time, even though he can't quit thinking about him. It makes sense that his feelings for Wen Qing might be a little confused. There might even be moments when he feels a romantic attraction to her, but it never goes very far. But he is a man used to being indulged and spoiled by a woman he loves above all others, his sister Yanli. I'm sure he misses her very much in the Burial Mounds, and it's only natural that he would fall into a somewhat intimate dynamic with his co-leader Wen Qing.

It's different: She refuses to indulge him and acts as his equal, but she also looks out for his emotional health. How could Wen Qing not fall in love with him? On his part, though, I think he enjoys the relationship but takes her for granted and doesn't reciprocate any romantic feelings she might have. When Lan Wangji visits the Burial Mounds, Wen Qing watches them and knows in her heart she can't compete with him for Wei Wuxian's affections-- she looks so disappointed and I feel bad for her.

Although it's not in the book, I like Jiang Cheng's pining for Wen Qing in The Untamed. I like love triangles, and this one isn't intrusive or overdone, and the way Jiang Cheng is with that comb is so touching.

But the *real* triangle here is about the core transfer. The intimacy of the core transfer goes way beyond sex. Imagine having your hands inside two guys' guts for a couple of days performing an organ transplant that's never been done before, and there's only a 50% chance of success. One of them is awake, and in agony the entire time, the other will not only not remember a thing, but be lied to about what truly happened. Wen Qing's feelings about both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng must be very complex. Wei Wuxian must have feelings of some sort, too. They have had the strangest, most intense intimacy- imagine being in so much pain for all that time while she's doing whatever she had to do to get your core out! And he knows she did it as a favor for him, so there's gratitude and indebtedness as well. Their emotional connection must be really interesting and unusual. But it's clear that she can't be with Jiang Cheng even if she wanted to because of the secret, and because of the fact she only agreed to do this because it meant so much to Wei Wuxian.

When she hands that comb back to Jiang Cheng it's devastating because there's so much behind it and I feel extra bad for Jiang Cheng and proud of Wen Qing because, yeah, you can't be with a man when you have to keep such a big secret and when you're in love with his brother.

I, personally, believe Wen Qing was executed- why wouldn't they? Wen Ning was a uniquely powerful weapon and we know these clans collect such things, so it makes sense they'd keep him around. But doctors are easy to find, by comparison, and as a Wen woman, she's not desirable as a marriage partner, so what use is she to the men who run the cultivation clans? She's only a threat (in their minds), so they execute her. But we don't know for sure so it could be she survived. I hope she did!

[gothicfishnetyuri]

"playing soldier little bee? Don't you know you'll only hurt yourself using that stinger?" Beatrix was surprised the woman hadn't turned tail at the very sight of her, surely a taunt would suffice.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it will be my pleasure" Beatrix curtsied and turned to trod the path back home, Amara following at a safe distance.

Witch's Brew

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

With her preparations all but complete, all she needed to do now was protect the brew, and when the moon was at it's highest in the night, speak the chant that would finalize the enchantment. The night however was quite young and her home was quite safe from beasts. Thus she decided to grab some additional ingredients in the forest, hoping to prepare a few more brews after the main work for the night was complete.

[the-slasher-madame]

Hi swettie! If it's not a problem and you're still taking request, can I ask you for headcanons about slashers (mainly Brahms, Vincent and Bubba) with a s/o with ligamentous hypermobility? I know it's a little weird but I've just been diagnosed with it and I'm curious. Have a nice day! ❤

Hey sorry it's taken me so long!!! Considering the part of tumblr we're on, not weird at all. I don't know much about it, but I know it can really hard to deal with. I hope you're doing alright, and I'm so sorry it took me so long <3

Also I'm really really sorry but I don't know a whole lot about Bubba!!! So that part is short

Brahms Heelshire:

I think he’d be a bit freaked tbh. This is a sheltered manchild, he is so not prepared

Would absolutely hold on to a cross until you convince him that this is science and not, in fact, demonic possession

When your joints do the thing, even after he’s chill with it, he’s gonna freak a bit. Or wince

But he does think it’s kinda cool!!! Especially if it helps you play instruments (like the piano) 

He would be kinda upset at first that you require any attention, because he is the ultimate attention whore. With time, he’s a mother hen. Anything to help ease the hurt if you overexert yourself

Stocks up on pain medicine and other remedies (apparently a good sleep schedule can be really helpful!)

On the sleep schedule thing, since Brahms’ has such a strict schedule I think that would help (and he would be smug about it)

He would go a tiny bit easier on you with the chores, would help you out and understand if it was an off day or you had overexerted yourself

“Low impact exercise” is also apparently a thing that helps, so he’d absolutely pay for a stationary bike (he’d love a pool, but he’s too scared to have someone so close to you and the house)

HOWEVER, Brahms might someday be convinced to invest in a pool, with enough bribery and love

Vincent Sinclair:

I am sorry, but I do not take criticisms. He is a mother hen. He refuses to let you be hurt or sick

This man babies the fuck out of you, he just really loves you ok??

In all seriousness though, he’ll tone it down a bit if you explain it makes you feel weird or uncomfortable (but he still spoils you sorry)

Vincent is also definitely the doctor of Ambrose. I firmly believe he’s the one with the medical knowledge required to keep Bo and Lester alive, whether it’s sewing up arrow wounds or forcing Lester to take a goddamn bath

But yea, he has all the medical knowledge and advice to make you comfortable

He winces a little when you hyper-extend your joints, cause it looks really painful to him

He would take you to a nearby pond to swim, hell he might even discard his mask and get in with you (y’all have to be serious and you will probably have to beg)

I feel like he thinks biking is a great way to exercise but worries about potential tourists (or Lester) accidentally running you over

This man is a worrier what can I say

You needing a decent sleep schedule to help ease your hypermobility aches might help him get a decent sleep schedule but...I wouldn’t bet on it

Will assault Bo with glares if he tries to overwork you. I’m sorry but I am FIRMLY convinced this man will protect you and love you and just be a worried mother hen who just wants to protect what he views as the light of his life

Bubba Sawyer:

Like I said, I don't know much about this loveable teddy bear, but I think he would be a little freaked out at first by the hypermobility/moving your joints in ways they should not move, but then he thinks it's really cool

Will also ofc give you anything you need to feel better, medicine to braces, just whatever you'd need. Very loving and good boy

[maremote]

Black Sails Monologuolympics BR1.2: Minor Characters

1/4: Idelle vs Blackbeard

Idelle, to Anne, 408: “You killed a friend of mine. Her name was Charlotte… and you did it for reasons that had nothing to do with her. There were men I knew that would've killed you for me. I wanted to ask them. Had the money. But Max refused. I couldn't tell then if it was… because she was afraid of you. Wouldn't have blamed her. I was. Or if it was something else. But I respected her wishes. Obeyed when she said we'd protect you despite what you'd done. Do you know why? Because despite the world reminding her every day of her life that she's undeserving of being given anything by it, that she was unworthy of what little she'd managed to take from it… despite all of that, she never believed a word of it. That woman has been fighting the whole goddamn world since the day she was born. She's a breath away from winning that fight. For whatever reason, she wants to share the spoils with you. And you'd walk away. You killed my friend. I wanted you to know that.”

VS

Blackbeard, to Vane, 302: "A man puts a dead thing in the ground, he expects it to stay there. Sometimes it comes back. harbored such resentment in that moment all those years ago when you turned your back on me.. though sailed countless leagues with you, fought countless battles with you, taught countless lessons to you... and you did it all for a girl. For years, I've laid my head down at night, and no matter where was, there was an odor would arrive at my nose... Brine and hides and pitch and shit. The perfume of this place. Across eight years and as many wives and... so many distractions. Oh, then I meet wife number nine. And to my surprise, I stop thinking about Nassau. The smell goes away. For almost three weeks. Arnd then news comes across my door that there are no more Guthries in Nassau. One dead, the other in chains. It seemed a sign it was time I returned."

Other Polls in Bracket One Round Two

[princesssarisa]

Character ask suggestion: The Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

What a crazy coincidence! I was just about to make a post about him!

I've already answered an ask about the Beast from the original tale. You can read my answers here. So this time I'll focus on the Disney Beast. The animated and stage versions only, because like many fans, I have reservations about his 2017 live-action portrayal.

Favorite thing about them: His sweetness, gentleness, and endearing awkwardness after his character development, and the sheer selflessness of his love when he choses to give up the chance to ever be human again (so he thinks) for Belle's sake. Linda Woolverton, Howard Ashman, Glen Keane, and the rest of the crew really did an outstanding job with him, taking a non-human character who starts out so terrifying and then gradually making him so warm, funny, vulnerable, relatable, and lovable. It couldn't have been an easy feat, but they succeeded!

Least favorite thing about them: His beastly temper and selfishness at the beginning. That probably goes without saying. I'll always defend this movie against the claim that it romanticizes an abusive relationship, but I'll admit that his early behavior is abusive, and I'll admit that the movie is a "problematic fave" for that reason.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I've always had a temper that I've struggled to control.

*I'm sometimes insecure about my appearance.

*I tend to be messy.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not royalty.

*I'm female.

*I doubt I could fight off a pack of wolves.

Favorite line:

His verse in "Something There":

She glanced this way, I thought I saw.

And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw.

No, it can't be; I'll just ignore.

But then, she's never looked at me that way before.

And his climactic confession, when Cogsworth asks him why he let Belle go:

"Because... I love her."

(Why the remake takes those all-important words from him and has Mrs. Potts say "Because he loves her" instead is beyond me. Can anyone tell my why the 2017 screenwriters thought that was an improvement?)

And from the stage musical, when he becomes human again:

"Belle, look into my eyes!

Belle, don't you recognize

The Beast within the man who's here before you?"

brOTP: Lumiere, Cogsworth, and Mrs. Potts.

OTP: Belle.

nOTP: The Enchantress or Gaston.

Random headcanon: He's not a crown prince, but a younger brother of the French king, not in line for the throne. His parents both died when he was too young to remember them, and his brother was too busy ruling to raise him, so he was sent to the countryside to be raised by his servants. Unfortunately, they treated him as their master instead of as the child he was, and gave him neither enough discipline nor enough love. This is why he became so selfish and spoiled, and why the Enchantress cursed the servants too.

Unpopular opinion: He really was just eleven years old when he was cursed, as the lyrics to "Be Our Guest" imply. I know that a lot of people dislike this idea, because it seems too cruel of the Enchantress to punish a child that way, or because the mental image of a child Beast is too much like Eddie Munster, or whatever. But the movie's original script made it explicit that he was only eleven, and Howard Ashman was allegedly very angry when the directors decided to leave his age ambiguous instead, because his having been cursed as a child was central to Ashman's concept of the character. The Beast really does act like a man-child at the beginning: like an overgrown spoiled preteen whose isolated state has kept him from maturing, but who finally comes of age thanks to Belle's influence. This would also explain why he has no apparent knowledge of how to interact with a woman, let alone how to court her romantically, and relies on his servants for advice. This alone makes me refuse to believe that he was ever a preening playboy like in the 2017 version! Yes, it was probably too cruel of the Enchantress to curse a child, but arguably we shouldn't view her as being fully in the right. After all, the Beast's punishment doesn't teach him to be any kinder, but just makes him angrier and more solitary than ever – what gets through to him is Belle's balance between standing up to him and offering him her friendship when he earns it. And did the servants, including children like Chip, really deserve to be cursed too?

Song I associate with them:

"If I Can't Love Her."

And the music of the Prologue.

Favorite pictures of them:

@themousefromfantasyland, @the-blue-fairie, @ariel-seagull-wings, @superkingofpriderock, @gayfergus

[xxsycamore]

↬🐚🫧 MERMAY DAY 13: Old Money

13. A day in that Old Money life

"A boutique trip?!"

"You heard me right, ma chérie. I can't allow my dear guest having her wardrobe empty, be it because of the circumstances of her coming here empty-handed and without money, or be it because of her form. I heard that you insist clothes are no necessity for you, but I've seen you wear Napoleon's coat around your shoulders on more than one occasion, no? Surely you wouldn't refuse at least some accessories. I won't push you into selecting dresses, though I highly recommend you do. I heard about a certain promise that's been made to you, and the aftermath would see you perfectly able to sport a dress suitable for a beautiful young woman like you, don't you think?"

Comte de Saint Germain is a sweet talker, Mitsuki mentally adds to his profile existing in the database of her mind, along being a great host and a refined gentleman. Things are pointing at him being even more generous than foreseen, likely wanting to spoil her with numerous gifts... his little speech here is inducing dizziness, but not exactly because of the upcoming dive in that glamorous old money life.

"Y-You know about the promise?"

Comte lets out the tiniest of chuckles, seeing where Mitsuki's attention went to. He gives himself a more serious look and holds her gaze.

"I hope you can place your trust in him. I believe his word could be trusted, but I want you to know that I'll also help with whatever I can. You're a dear guest of mine and I wish nothing but to see you safely back home with what is yours having been rightfully returned to you."

Mitsuki bows down as much as she can, thanking Comte sincerely for his continuous help.

"But how are going to take a shopping trip when I'm..."

"Worry not, my dear. I've thought about that part. Sebastian will leave a gown in your room with skirts wide enough to hide your tail completely - additionally, a pair of specially stuffed boots are attached to the bottom that would give a realistic image of feet showing just barely under the rim of your dress. I will carry you everywhere, of course, a lady friend of mine who unfortunately cannot walk on her own... As long as you're with me, no one will put their nose where it doesn't belong, this much I promise. All I ask of you is to remain on the settee and point a finger to whatever catches your eye. Would you agree?"

No running away from this shopping trip, it seems. Refusing the benevolent Comte is just so hard, Mitsuki finds out.

Strangely enough, with so many good deeds she's not used with being done to her, Mitsuki prepares herself the most about being carried by someone other than Napoleon.

Just when had she grown so familiar with the gesture?

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘺

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC (Mitsuki) • rating: G • tags: Mermaid AU; Developing Relationship • masterlist

▶ This story is updated via reblogs! Check the reblogs to find the other chapters. Here will be chapters 10-20. For chapters 1-10, go here.

↬🐚🫧 MERMAY DAY 11: Villain

11. Enter the Villain

Somewhere not far from the place the mermaid and the vampire gaze at the night sky together, through the window of his villa, a man is looking at the stars just like them.

He smiles to himself and holds up a tiny sphere between his fingers, almost comparing it to the small dots in the sky - the resemblance he sees is born from his artistic genius, undoubtedly; and his mismatched eyes gaze at it like beholding a treasure.

"Now, what wishes can thee grant me, mine little pearl?"

[madtomedgar]

I’m sure you’ve answered some version of this before but what do you think of NMJ and NHS?

i have a tag called "every day i lose more respect for nie mingjue" so that should... tell you a lot and be a useful way to figure it out.

For Reasons, the way that nmj refuses to handle his own explosive rage, and makes it everyone else's problem, including people he can and will very much hurt or kill in said rage, makes me see red. It is a dynamic I am very familiar with irl, and I cannot stand people who know that they are prone to explosive, violent rage and respond by saying "well just don't piss me off by misbehaving, and you won't have anything to worry about." Especially when this person's very existence can sometimes piss them off! I think it's worth noting that he never, not once, apologizes for hurting or trying to kill Jin Guangyao, even the time that Meng Yao was spying for their side, saved his life, and won the war for them! He never admits to being in the wrong because, imo, he sees himself as just, virtuous, and upright, and therefore he and his actions and opinions are always just, virtuous, and upright. Any disagreement is evil and deserves whatever it gets. I hate that! I will grant that novel nmj has good cause to distrust jgy, after the suicide fake-out, but cql nmj doesn't, as I've posted about before. There are things about the character and the dynamic and the purpose he serves in the narrative that are interesting, sympathetic, tragic, etc, and if I can suspend my disbelief I can enjoy the kinder gentler nmj of fanon, but overall, not a fan.

For nhs. It's worse. I find his arc, the way he dedicates his whole life to avenging someone who he didn't get along with and didn't treat him very well to assuage his guilt over not being a better brother and having been close to jgy, and possibly to give himself an excuse for sucking as a sect leader, and then winding up with nothing but a deeply unsatisfying revenge in the end, interesting and compelling. But overall i find nhs to be spoiled, self-centered, callous, and childish. his total disregard for the very real lives of anyone (including the people who rely on the nie sect for protection, who he neglects to further his personal vendetta!) in favor of avenging his brother, who is dead, is not a point in his favor imo. the way people handwring about his innocence, when he is the same age as: meng yao, who has an adult job, wei wuxian, jiang cheng, and lan wangji, who fight in a gruesome war, and older than wen ning, drives me nuts. you never see anyone worrying about their innocence, but poor nhs, as an adult, loses one family member (who was actively dying already!) and it's the worst thing that ever happened to anyone. Overall I think he has a lot in common with Xue "the finger was mine, the lives were other people's" Yang than most people want to admit. Except I get why Xue Yang is like that. In NHS's case it just feels like a spoiled rich kid who genuinely believes his life and his sorrow and his anger are more important than the lives of anyone below him or not part of his family. And that is not something I find terribly likeable or interesting. I am again able to suspend my disbelief to enjoy fanon nhs in fic sometimes, and I enjoy the "what ifs" of aus where nhs's personal development takes a different path, but again... overall not positive, sorry.