#the pure amazingness that is them

[1jemmagirl22]

If you were in an accident I wouldn't stop for red lights.

Top 22 ships I loved(Or more accurately became obsessed/re obsessed with) in 2022, ranked:

1; Joshua ‘Josh’ Lyman and Donattella ‘Donna’ Moss, The West Wing

[butterfluffy]

Hello! :) Can I request a one piece x daki reader? Where the reader is just like daki and daki is really pretty. And so she shows her strength like her blood demon art and all and she can also regenrate, and so she meets: Katakuri, Luffy, Boa, Robin, Ace, Zoro and so what are their thoughts on her?

“demoness”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· various!op characters' thoughts on their s/o who is a demon like daki from kny!

⠀⠀➧ unlabeled | c. katakuri, b. hancock, n. robin, p. d. ace (separate) x f!reader | multi-character headcanons

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, bit of violence though. mistakes may be present too.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: did something similar here, check it out if you want. but, it's the characs finding out that their s/o is a devil instead! ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

CHARLOTTE KATAKURI

with an s/o who's a demon!

“my wife is amazing, isn't she?”

mochi man is 100% just purely amazed of you, your beauty, your abilities—damn, everything, hon.

anyhow—on your beauty... kata is kind of smug with this, 'cause, you're the prettiest in totto land, and he managed to make you his.

sometimes flaunts you around with his hand on your waist, pulling you close to him to make others jealous, LMAO.

he's also pretty chill with all this... demon abilities of yours, like the regeneration and blood demon art stuff.

i mean, he literally lives on a world full of creatures with shocking traits and abilities, so it's not a surprise to him anymore.

and lastly, on strength.... we love a strong couple! katakuri absolutely adores your strength, loving how you can manage to defend and attack, like him!

to sum that up, kata admires you real lots, his demoness.

BOA HANCOCK

with an s/o who's a demon!

“...i am still a lot better than you, remember that!”

snake empress is a bit jelly of you, yk? though no one will know about that, she's keeping her thoughts to you to herself.

your beauty... is breathtaking, even for her, leaving her stunned for a second every time she looks at you

BUT OF COURSE, SHE WON'T SHOW, NOR ADMIT THAT, ESPECIALLY TO YOU, NOPE.

moving on to the abilities...! boa thinks that your regeneration ability is pretty handy, and weird 'cause—hello?? your leg just got ripped off, miss ma'am, then you're growing a new one????

low-key amazed by your blood demon art though. you get praises for that sometimes. pretty rare though.

last, strength—for the kuja's, strength is beauty. so she sees you worthy to be her s/o, being strong and beautiful like her.

in summary, a couple that slays together, stays together. xoxo.

NICO ROBIN

with an s/o who's a demon!

“you're truly something, aren't you, darling?”

impressed by you, just by existing there as a demon, her lover.

robin finds you very interesting for having such abilities that is non-human, interesting that she is researching about your kind!

thinks that her hana hana no mi ability and your ability to regenerate, looks, and title are matching and it's cute.

your strength is something she looks up on, being amazed each time you showcase it.

finally, your beauty. GOD, ROBIN PRAISES YOU A LOT BECAUSE OF IT.

don't blame her though, she can't help it, you're just so astonishing!

demon child x demoness best match, fr fr, no cap.

PORTGAS D. ACE

with an s/o who's a demon!

“hey everyone, that's my girl right there!”

proud, very, very proud to have you as his s/o who's level of amazingness is beyond lengths.

when you first showed him your ability to regenerate, ace's eyes widen, visibly shocked—soon amazed like a child watching a magic trick.

loves to watch you use your blood demon art, cuz he thinks it's real cool.

applauses your strength.

will sometimes go and challenge you into a small fight so that he could train with you, ahsahshaha.

and of course, ace, without a doubt, will be set a blaze by your blinding beauty that brings the sun to shame.

same with katakuri, he too, loves and admires your entire being.

© butterfluffy 2022

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[socalledsomethingorother]

just finished reading another bkdk masterpiece so i wanted to compile a list of my favourite bkdk fics! all of these authors are incredible!!

a promise (2k words) - katsuki and izuku get a chance to talk before the final war. every time i read this and see that it has hardly any hits or kudos i get offended because this is one of the most beautiful representations of katsuki and izuku’s characters. i love this, so much. it could be drawn out and considered canon and i wouldn’t be able to tell that horikoshi didn’t write it.

#letdekusmash + @/fuckmeupdeku (22k words total) - a news site gives deku some bad press. luckily there’s a thirsty stan account to back him up. who could be running this account? (it’s katsuki) this has been my comfort fic for years. it never fails to make me laugh and it’s just auagsgahsh i love it so much!!! also i reccomend reading fuckmeupdeku first, it’s the one from katsuki’s perspective. i think it makes reading izuku’s perspective that much funnier.

chasing stars underwater (52k words) katsuki has to go undercover for a mission and his death is faked. izuku grieves over katsuki’s “death” while falling in love with his undercover identity. NO FIC HAS REWIRED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY QUITE LIKE THIS ONE. IT HAS EVERYTHING. IT’S GOT IZUKU. IT’S GOT KATSUKI. IT’S GOT KATSUKI AS A FASHION DESIGNER. IT’S GOT ANGST. ITS GOT AHDHUSVAVDBSBBEBEB I CANNOT PRAISE THIS ONE ENOUGH

deku, enchanted (94k words) izuku is hit with an obedience quirk and is forced to do whatever anyone tells him to. it gets quite awkward when katsuki constantly tells him to “go fuck yourself.” OH MY GOD THIS ONE. THIS ONE AUSUUSGSGDGSGHSGDGDGG. THIS AUTHOR AGAIN. AMAZING. THE ENDING STILL GETS ME.

improbable (75k words) izuku and katsuki meet anonymously in a discord server and talk 24/7. they have no clue that they’re actually talking to each other. THIS FUCKIGN AUDUSUGSGEGEHEHGEGEGEHEHGSVDVSGSHDHHDHDHDHDBDBBEBSBDBDHDH EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS WAS AMAZING. THE NICKNAMES. THE WAY THEY FIND OUT ABOUT EACH OTHER. THE ENDING. THE MIDDLE. THE BEGINNING. THE EVERYTHING.

off my chest (9k words) deku vs. kacchan pt. 3 and it’s pure hate smut. UAGHTHAGAHH AGAIN. ONE OF THE BEST PORTRAYALS OF THEIR CHARACTERS. MY FAVOURITE SMUT FIC. I LOVE THIS ONE MAN.

i’ve found hope in a heart attack (92k words) katsuki has a cancerous brain tumor and deals with it in the most katsuki way possible. THIS ONE HURTS, FOLKS. but man it’s just. it feels canon to me like this just feels like a “katsuki gets cancer arc” of mha. it’s written so beautifully and man. it hurts. a lot.

and now a section dedicated to my favourite author sapphicpandabear who writes pure amazingness every time even though they’re constantly writing. i admire them so much!!

heroes on ice!!! (71k words) a yuri on ice x my hero academia crossover in which katsuki and izuku are a part of a program where they’re taught by quirkless pros. along with those two, a few other members of 1-A visit hasetsu, where they’re challenged to create a short program figure skating routine. YOU CAN FIND MY THOUGHTS IN THE COMMENTS OF EVERY CHAPTER BUT ITS MOSTLY KEYSMASHES BECAUSE I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC AND THAT LOVE SHORT CIRCUITS MY BRAIN

break my heart (ongoing) izuku and katsuki haven’t seen each other in years, but they’re forced to work undercover together as a very sexually active couple. I GOT THIS AS A GIFT ITS LIKE PANDA READ MY MIND BECAUSE THESE ARE ALL OF MY FAVOURITE TROPES AND AUGH THIS IS ALREADY AMAZING

1 thru 5 (26k words) katsuki and izuku enter a friends-with-benefits type relationship and use a level system. I GET SO HYPED FOR SMUT FICS THAT HAVE A LOT OF COMMUNICATION AND THIS ONE DELIVERSSSS!!!! this was also gifted to me so ty ty

quirk entanglement (4k words) mina gets a bag of chocolate and each piece gives whomever eats it a random quirk effect. izuku gets an aphrodisiac quirk. i just love whenever mina is chaotically involved in things lmao

canada is too far away for this bullshit (12k words) while overseas, izuku sends katsuki a photo that happens to have a…toy in the background. katsuki goes insane about it. AUGH THIS ONE IS GREAT TOO!! also super funny lolol

[rossary-of-the-rose]

So. I just listened to MAG 200, finally finishing the fever dream that is The Magnus Archives, and all I have to say is: Holy shit. Just. Good lord.

Look, I knew it was going to be sad. I've been on Pinterest. But Jesus. I was not prepared. Now I'm shaking and will certainly be curling in the fetal position later, sobbing and screaming into the void. I mean, I'm happy for Basira, Melanie & Georgie of course, as well as our beloved Admiral, but God. Jon and Martin, I love you, you deserved so much better, I see why all your fanfics are fix it. But even just thinking about everyone we have lost, all the characters I got emotionally attached to. Sasha. Tim. Daisy. Michael Shelley. Even thinking about all the avatars (I'm a sucker for a villian, what can I say?) makes my lungs spasm with love and want. I shall miss them all for eternity.

And so ends possibly the greatest experience I've ever had with a fandom, at least until I recover enough to start tmagp. Everything about tma is just pure amazingness. Everything. It's funny how much you can grow to love random people just by hearing them voice act a character and laugh in bloopers. I love them so much, the whole cast. The two blooper episodes brought me more joy than I think I have ever experienced with a piece of media, trumping even the mighty Good Omens, which is saying something (To be fair though, Not with that thong on! and Oh god, I'm knackered, I've been doing all this labelling! would make anyone crack up, although perhaps not continue hysterically giggling for over fifty minutes... They still pop into my head sometimes and I'll just randomly snort in really inappropriate situations because I'm gonna buy some 'ead and shoulders, 'cause I found one on the road this mornin'! and Gertrude's been on the sauce, need I say more? Yes? Alright then,if you insist - Happy little DOORBELLS! FifTy MInUteS eArLY! and Fuck you, Jonny. God, he drags the rest of us down. What a wanker! I could go on, but I feel these brackets have already gotten way longer than they have any business being). I love these strangers more than I love anyone else I've actually met before, except my partner. They are everything to me. And I cannot wait to re-listen to all five seasons yet again, definitely screaming and crying and laughing and screaming while I do so. I have never before listened to and experienced something so perfect. Alex and Jonny, you have legitimately changed my life in all the best and worst ways possible, and I hate you and love you for it. You have my utmost gratitude and admiration, also kindly piss off.

Seriously though, the genuine adoration and idolization I hold for all the voice actors is sort of concerning. VA for Simon Fairchild gets a special mention, as well as Michael The Distortion because how is it possible to fall in love with a person after listening to only their voice for thirty seconds-

[majosullivan]

The Nevermore textposts. I'm finally done

I laughed, I cried, I squeeled, I gasped. I went through every emotion thrice and then became numb to them, before doing it all again

This was over a feature length film worth of pure amazingness. I genuinly had to take a break an hour in. And it was oh so so very worth it. There's not a single one of those posts I don't absolutely love

I have to extend my most genuine thanks and appreciation. And I perhaps also just give you my soul and firstborn while I'm at it. This was an experience, and I loved every minute of it

Thank you so so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed all my Nevermore textposts, it always makes me so happy to see that I was able to make someone laugh with my posts. It was really fun to wake up and be greeted with your series of asks. I only wish I could have been up to answer them sooner hahaha

[silentwillowwhisperer]

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Ok guys. I'm still very much under the curse of writer's block, but (insert curse word here) that, I'm gonna force something out anyway.

When in doubt, use Disney as inspiration!

Why is it so hard to write 8th with words?

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"Why is she friends with a fish?"

For the eighth time since Lance has started the movie, Keith makes him pause it to ask dumb questions.

"Ugh, Keith, stop questioning it, it's Disney logic! There are no rules."

Keith raises a brow but quiets down.

When Lance had found out that Pidge has multiple movies downloaded onto the laptop she somehow managed to bring into space, he immediately scoured it for any animated movies.

As Keith's boyfriend, (he can't help but shimmy with joy whenever he realizes that) it's Lance's duty to educate him on the amazingness of DreamWorks, Pixar, Disney, and whatever other studios there are out there.

Lance totally catches Keith eying Flynn Rider when they watch Tangled.

For some reason, Keith easily accepts the idea of magic hair and whatnot, but he can't seem to grasp the idea of talking animals.

The look of scandalized befuddlement (love that word) that crosses the red paladin's face whenever any animal utters so much of a word sends Lance into hysterics.

And when they start singing, he literally lunges over to hide behind Lance with a look of pure terror on his face. Lance can't help but sing along and Keith gaze switches back and forth from him to the computer.

"Aw come on, I thought you would love this! Look, there's snails!"

Keith doesn't even notice Lance patronizing him as his whispers out in a hollow voice, "I ate snails when I was younger. I think they're gonna murder me for my sins against snailkind. They're freaky! They're not bugs, but they're not anything else either."

Keith is staring up at Lance with wide eyes, still cowering against the back of the couch and using Lance as a barrier between himself and the computer.

"You can watch horror, but you're terrified of a show made for children?"

They end up watching Tangled for the 27th time instead and bundle up in a huge fluffy blanket. Keith stays close to Lance's side as if he's scared that killer snails will start sliming out of the vents. When Lance says that out loud, Keith clings impossibly closer and watches the walls around them warily.

Now whenever Lance is absolutely determined to win an argument, he start singing Under the Sea at the top of his lungs.

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Yayyyy I did it!!

[raccoonfallsharder]

meet the incredible @evolvingchaoswitch ‘s OC (well, one of them), avery. avery is the fuckin’ rad owner of a very fuckin’ rad bar. they are a complete badass, and have very sexy arm muscles, hot tattoos, and generally killer looks. (their hair is always some new amazing color and their makeup is pure smoky witchy amazingness.) they are extremely protective of others, especially those they love, especially-especially their two baby half-raccoon kits (honestly kinda wanna draw them too because i can only imagine how fuckin adorable they are). like i said, they’re bad ass, and they strike me as a person that typically won’t start a fight but will absolutely 1000000% end them, especially if someone they love - or someone just vulnerable - is on the line. go check out @evolvingchaoswitch and their amazing a fics (especially those starring avery! ♡♡♡)

thank you for letting my draw my interpretation of avery, friend! they are so impressive & it was so fun to get to play with their rad-as-hell look!! ♡

(more behind the cut ♡ including with makeup!)

[o-uncle-newt]

Forgive me for hijacking my JF fanblog for this, an overly long rapture about Dorothy L Sayers's fabulous Gaudy Night

Or don't, I don't care. But either way, I'll be back to the regularly scheduled programming eventually, not that it was ever very regularly scheduled.

Anyhow-

I love Gaudy Night. One of my favorite books. It's not perfect, but it's brilliant, and that's better. Brilliance is rarely perfect because it requires creativity and an element of risk. Gaudy Night takes risks that don't all work, but when they do they are sublime.

I think the book is purposely messy and layered in ways where you can assume you know what Sayers was trying to say but can also get totally different things out of it. Purposeful in a choose-your-own-adventure way. You can read it as being purely feminist and ignoring class, or you can read it as being about women who are purely feminist and ignore class (to their detriment and ultimately peril). You can read it as Harriet falling in love with Peter or you can read it as Harriet discovering she was always a little bit in love with him. You can read it as being about women who prioritize integrity or you can read it as being about women who have grown comfortable and cloistered from real world responsibilities. And, of course, you can read it as women being cloistered from real life responsibilities or you can read it as female academics being held to a standard of responsibility that would never be expected of male ones. So many things to explore!

Also, it happens to speak to a lot of things I'm going through right now, though more in specific motifs than in the central conflict per se. (In my case, without being too personal, it's mostly the theme of ruminating endlessly over a choice that, once I've decided, will have felt inevitable.) So that kind of feeling of sitting in Harriet's headspace- and what a clearly defined headspace it is!- is pretty wonderful if jarring.

And so much amazingness- the punt? The chessmen?! Placetne domina?!? Yes, even the dog collar, because the way it's used is just kind of perfect. (And my mandatoryish JF reference here- as in my previous (re)blog, I really wonder if the idea for the dog collar in Here's What We Do came from this book. The conceptual resemblance is pretty uncanny.)

And human feelings!! Like, I came away from this book being genuinely unsure if I'd like either Harriet or Peter if I knew them in real life. Harriet is really judgmental in a way that I've never particularly liked in people, and Peter is smug in a way that would get my goat pretty quickly. But they're messy and in this book Harriet in particular feels real (and Peter feels real through her eyes) and messy real people are the most fun to read about. And "intellectual" romances are the best because the people in them think so much and get so mushy. They're really a perfect pair for this sort of thing and are loveable and compelling on their own terms.

(I also think, incidentally, that Busman's Honeymoon is a wonderful book, if somewhat ridiculous in the mystery and village-folk bits, and really underrated as an exploration of the challenge that Miss De Vine gives Harriet as to what happens when two intellects, and independent forces, marry. Where does one give way, and where does one stand firm? And what does it mean once someone has made a decision and feels at peace with it, and once someone has been pursuing something for so long and finally has it? How do they rebalance the relationship now that it is Harriet who, in many ways, has the emotional upper hand? And the ending is a LOT in a really great way.)

Though... I'll take a sec to rant about the miniseries version of Gaudy Night, with the full acknowledgement that I'm far from the first to do so. No chessmen? No dog collar? No Reggie Pomfret? No proposal letter? No St George? The creator sitting down and apparently saying "hmmm, people are OBVIOUSLY fans of Gaudy Night because of the intricate mechanisms of the poison pen mystery"? The way in which Peter is so pushy and off-putting at the beginning, and is the one who brings up the idea of academic women being repressed? The gratuitously edited dialogue? The way that the proposal at the end is portrayed as inevitable rather than the leap of faith that Peter helps Harriet to make? The fact that Peter NEVER APOLOGIZES?! Not even Harriet Walter and Edward Petherbridge save it, and that says a lot, because they're really good in it, even if I always thought that Petherbridge was just SLIGHTLY off as Wimsey (over-mannered and not particularly dynamic, though with great subtle physical comedy)- but Harriet Walter was always spot on and I'm kind of in love with her in this role, or possibly want to be her, I'm never sure (though I'd never pull off the hairstyle).

Though I will say, re the Peter never apologizing bit: the other two miniseries ARE genuinely good, I think- Strong Poison diverges from the book but in interesting ways except for the ending, which I'll get to in a minute, and Have His Carcase is basically as good an adaptation as anyone could have expected and the pacing edits generally work- but I think the whole miniseries run has one uniting flaw, which is that rather than follow Sayers's lead and have the trilogy deconstruct the idea that Peter is trying to wear Harriet down into proposing, the show seems to almost purposely perpetuate it. It's by far the most explicit in the Gaudy Night adaptation, but in Strong Poison, the awful flip of the ending in which it's Peter running after Harriet sets this up as the guy chasing the girl, and the very over the top attempts at compliments and physical affection in Have His Carcase are very irritating, even as the show does a phenomenal job with the argument scene. Gaudy Night only makes it worse, of course, with that cringeworthy scene at the dance and the complete lack of any depth to their relationship beyond what seems like perpetual nudging on his part, culminating in a basically sterile proposal scene that really does feel like he finally managed to wear her down. (I did read that Petherbridge and Walter rewrote it to be better, and I don't doubt that it was much worse originally, but it still is not great.)

Finally, a few random fancasting notes:

I've never really thought overmuch about modern day fancasting, but I feel like Tom Goodman-Hill would be very good as Wimsey. No opinion on who'd play Harriet.

I've also had this feeling that I'd have LOVED to see a British-accented David Hyde Pierce in the role of Wimsey back in the day (of course he's too old now). Would he be pretty similar to Petherbridge? Maybe. But I think that he'd bring something really interesting to the part that I'd have loved to see. Or maybe I just unreasonably love Niles Crane, also a possibility.

I think that if any new version of the LPW books comes out, Harriet Walter should play the Dowager Duchess. She would be absolutely wonderful.

[lullaby-for-a-shark]

I Have Good Music Taste >:D

Hi there, hello. I just wanna do a giant music ramble, cos I haven’t done that yet and I have absolutely no idea how. Music is my life, my entire goddamn life. Here are my top ten bands/artists

Silverchair

avenged sevenfold

nirvana

parkway drive

system of a down

green day

slipknot

cavetown

The beatles

Bo burnham

these artists (and many more) got me through the toughest times in my life. A lot of people say this and they express being understood, and I felt that to some degree. I was sad, autistic, and lonely and it was bad through my early teenage years. But there was something else about music, aside from relatability that really struck me. And that was the pure beauty of all music. Every single piece of music from Beethoven to the beastie boys is so stunning and not enough people talk about it. I became a hopeless slave to my love of music, I was infatuated with music theory, with learning every instrument I could get my shaky hands on.

this is all thanks to an alt-rock Australian band from the 90’s named Silverchair. If you’re a middle aged dad from NSW, you know them. If you’re literally anyone else, you probably don’t. But I fell deeply in love with their music. I’ve never felt love as strongly for a single person as I have for silverchair’s music. In fact, I don’t even know if any of the love I’ve ever felt even counts in comparison. Let me rant about them for a paragraph

silverchair was formed in Newcastle NSW in 1994 by a group of literal goddamn 14 year olds. They won a competition with the radio station Triple J and as a reward got to record an EP titled Tomorrow. Instant success. The following year, the band at age 15, released their debut album frogstomp. The album is quite grungey, though bares minimal resemblance to Nirvana (who they were constantly compared to) instead their influences lied in 70’s punk. The album contains heavy drop d guitar riffs, impressive vocals and all round amazingness from a bunch of teens. They brought out four more albums. Freak Show, an album released in 1997 with lyrics surrounding the idea of being a ‘freak’ which is how the band felt after being cast away on tour. 1999s Neon Ballroom, a heartbreaking album written in the lead singer/guitarists bedroom, in complete isolation after having a mental health breakdown. Diorama, 2002, my personal favourite, featuring epic orchestral pieces, vivid lyrics and vocals so beautiful they sweep one off their feet. And lastly 2007s Young Modern, a turn into pop rock while retaining the orchestral properties of their previous album. Silverchair do not have a bad song. They are all beautiful.

all this to say, I will be doing an in depth analysis on my interpretation of every song by every band in that top ten list, starting with silverchair. I would love to maybe introduce some people to some genuinely great bands in the process, so if you’ve read this far, pans you don’t mind, give this post a reblog to share the passion with other music lovers. I would love your input into my analyses and maybe your own interpretations of the pieces of art I hold the closest to me

have a wonderful day :)

[bluiex]

Phew! I just archived all of my asks here and I wanted to personally thank you Bluie for letting me be a part of your awesome anon horde.

This year, I made a resolution to write more. Your blog and everyone on it helps me towards that goal. In January alone I got 8794 words out. Since joining in November (don't ask me how long it took to scroll back there) I've bounced 14,165 words worth of AU's, headcannons, and drabbles around with the other anons.

Hanging out with such incredibly talented people has been a true blessing. We all scream and fawn over the same things, but still have a fun time while sharpening each other's creativity. It's just so... pure.

So thank you again Bluie for hosting an amazing blog and letting us sporelings chatter and thrive here. Thank you for being the kind of mod to leave blurbs on every ask (I know you must get a ton of them and answering every single ask must get tiring, but I can't tell you how much I treasure the excited screams and/or thoughts you leave for all of us) I've made a lot of new friends because of you, and I can't wait to squeal over more fluff, angst, smut, or whatever comes next with you and the rest of the gang!

So here's to February and beyond; may the brainrot be strong and the blockmen be shipped! Cheers!

-🩸

And yes, I'm leaving off anon just this once. Thank you for helping me become more comfortable as both a writer and a human bean :)

QuQ I can and will cry *lays on the floor* I'm genuinely so happy to have created a space for things such as this. And Im SO proud to have helped in some way to get you to start writing again! And I am proud of you for achieving your goal so far! Cuz oh my gods your writing and ideas are SO GOOD! everyone's is too.

Cheers to February and the rest of the year being chalk full of good ideas and more amazingness

[seasideretreat]

The glory of you

I can't forget you. You are the most splendid thing under the sun. Of course, many things are hard and you cannot ever replace the pure sunshine of crazy existence in the last analysis, but there is something cool about your calm demeanor and your wise resistance against bad things. You are truly a master-mind of ordinary resistance, everything you take up turns to gold. Your power is infinite, your work is splendid, everything you do is splendid, I adore you. Maybe there is something wrong about the way I address you: in that case, I apologize. But I am just so overcome by awe for your crazy worth and mighty work and happiness, everything you do is mighty and amazing and I just really need to say this again and again and again, until something changes in the fabric of the universe to centre itself on you and may you shine and radiate in glory and beauty. I can't put you away. You are addictive beyond reason, everything I associate with you is great. Your work is amazing, your deeds are good, everything you do is good. But I see, that there is something I have yet to cover in my aubade: the simple things. Your name, your clothes, the way you move. Everything is perfect.

We can't let the disasters of everyday put us down. Sure, it's good to mourn for a while, but there's more on the horizon, your best days are yet to come and you don't see it: you got to get out more! Positive thinking will get you very far: it will get you over the ridge and out of sight! There's much work to be done.

I have been to Paris. Not everybody is your friend there, but it is a cheerful town with many cultural people, who will cry for your tragedy and laugh at your comedy. Life is both a tragedy and a comedy, and the hilarious parts are often the most tragic parts. But there is a lot of things to do and we don't know half of what is going on in the world, everybody just moves around and there is no way forward, except of course the mean old dirty road of cruelty. But cruelty is not going to get you to heaven, so to speak, and we all gotta get to heaven. Writing is both a philosophical and a temperamental affair. This mostly has to do with the fact that a lot of writing is just filler. This is a horrifying reality, that we must somehow free ourselves of. A good writer, obviously, doesn't really write filler. But of course, the art of writing filler is a good art. You can't write the way you speak, or even if you could, it wouldn't do you much good. I don't know. I suppose the internet just isn't the free place it ought to be. We free ourselves: writing is a struggle. We write uphill. Not very strategic. I gotta read Sun Tzu again. Anyway, I don't know. I don't know what the work really is, the work of writing. Being a writer is not as free as being a postman or a call-centre employee. There is a great deal of things that we can do, but none of them are very fun to the writer. The writer is just confronted - all the time - with horrifying limitations of time and space, and he can do many good things with his time, but there is nothing to be done about being in the here and now, and so on and so forth. I just want to say: you're amazing. I have seen so many great things and it is all terrible, but the great things that you have done have gotten me out of my mind and I really like you now and there's something unusual about your simplicity and honesty that always comes by to help me see the truth about your amazingness again and again. And furthermore, I love you. The things that I saw in your originality are prudent and official, but they were nothing in the vast context of your original necessity that made me realize how prudent and official your ordinary habit was in the vast entirety of the world, that made me see how simple and how ordinary your happy existence really was: I love you, and you are amazing, that's all I got to say.

[aslaanjade]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to @katsukes 🌟 from your @animangasecretsanta 🎅🎄🎁

[gold-kobold]

me any time my friends/mutuals draw or write literally anything tbh:

[aikoiya]

Ah! I can't help how much I loved the Firebird part of Fantasia 2000. Especially the part after the lava has cooled with the nymph. How injured & sad & dreary it was. It was just. Ugh!! I loved it! And the music that it was based around was incredible! How the beginning gives a feel of morning or dawn. How it sounds like mother nature is just now awakening. How the animation moves with the music. I especially love how it goes so quiet on the mountain. How the sound stirs curiously, but also a feeling of ominousness.

Then, the moment that the nymph touches the stone shell of the Phoenix (which are depicted as both beings of destruction & rebirth), the music crashes with cymbals! How it's both furious but also frenzied. How it seems to switch between the rage of the fire & the horror of the nymph. Then, as she climbs the tree how the music starts quiet & slowly rises with hysteria before reaching the top to find the bird formed of lava towering high over both her & the land. The expression of terror upon her face, the orange glow alighting her form & the empty rage of the firebird's almost skull-like eyes just before it & the music surges forth to ravage her, then the music goes quiet...

But my favorite part is the end. After the Firebird has died along with the lava & fire. How the land was left gray & gloomy. How the sky was overcast. How, almost in spite of itself, it seemed that in its bid to destroy all around it, the volcano also seemed to destroy itself. Where the nymph is much like the survivor of a great cataclysm. Adorned in ash like a tattered dress among the wreckage of the world left behind. Weak & exhausted. How the wind blows her hair & she hugs herself. So small, so sad, so scared & scarred. And the music reflects this fact in the quiet sorrow & mourning. How, she almost seemed to wish to give up & wallow in her own self-pity. But, all it takes is a look from her deer friend (heh) & she turns to reach out for his antlers.

Then, as she rides up the buck's back, a small flickering hope stirrs, like the wings of a tiny bird, even as she hangs against his antler. Even as her tears fall. How the buck's own persistence as he gallops through the soot, in the end, is what allows her to find her own as she looks to see that there is still life there as her tears land upon the earth. Waiting, plants reaching out to start anew.

And, this knowledge is all it takes for her to finally lift herself up & find life & joy once more. Hope soars with the strings of the orchestra as she becomes the rain that nurtures the nutrients in the volcanic soil. The light of a new dawn shines from behind the ash-cloaked sky, piercing the veil. This time, the music that greets it is louder & more triumphant! She survived! Life survived! And they're all the more vibrant & beautiful for it! That we shine brightest in the face of adversity! For it casts us in a new light of inner strength & resilience. How this is depicted with life returning in a literal wave!

The triumphant booming of the horns as trees break free of the earth in defiance of hate! In defiance of anger! The amazingness! The joy! How she reclaims what was taken & builds upon it. The scars still there, but now adding to her beauty! How the music sings of victory as the trees burst forth like a tsunami behind her!! How she's now draped in flowers as odd symbols of perseverance!! How, she is now able to cover even the now dead volcano in greenery. As though to even paint this symbol of destruction & fury in a brighter, more beautiful light than before! And that final image of pure, unadulterated joy as though freed of the sorrows of the past!!

Uuuugh!!! It's BEAUTIFUL!!!

It's the very image of something I remember seeing somewhere. How one of the best ways to handle hatred from others is to simply live well. To take that hatred & spin it into something positive. Use it to grow & mature.

Showing them that, yes, you hurt me. But I'm not going to stop living because of it. I will not be held down by what you've done. I will live. I will thrive. But more to the point, I will use the experience to become better!

So, something like that. Unstoppable force meets immovable object.

All-piercing spear meets all-blocking shield.

And I love that dichotomy of it!! X3

And, I think that I now get why war & love deities are often paired together: i.e. Ares & Aphrodite, as well as Shiva & Parvati. It isn't just because of the idea of "all's fair in love & war." It's also because of what they represent: destruction & creation.

Like, obviously, theses 2 pairings are very different, the Greek pair being more toxic with the Indian ones being more healthy it seems. But their domains are strangely similar if you think about it.

War & love. Destruction & creation. Heck, Parvati is also a goddess of love, herself!

It's the duality! The parallelism!

VERY INTERESTING!!! 😀

Hi! I don't know if you saw this before, but if you didn't, I have one for Demise & Karina regarding his favorite weather.

Favorite Weather: Volcanic Eruption with Fiery Ashfall

Explanation: Demise, the embodiment of hatred and destruction, finds his comfort in the most violent and catastrophic of environments—a volcanic eruption. The sight of molten lava, the roar of the earth, and the ashfall covering the land reflect his essence. It’s a world in chaos, a world being torn apart and remade in fire, just as he wishes to do with everything in his path.

Scene: Demise stands at the edge of a volcanic crater, watching as lava spews forth, lighting up the sky with a fiery glow. The ground trembles beneath his feet, and the air is thick with ash. He breathes it in, relishing the chaos, the destruction. “This is what I am,” he says, his voice reverberating with the power of the earth itself. The eruption, with its raw, destructive force, is the perfect reflection of his being—a force of nature that seeks to burn everything to the ground and rise from the ashes.

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Me: Funny how Demise chooses this exact thing.

Imagine this is sometime after the drunk Demise confrontation. Karina asks him why he hates everything so much & he goes into this diatribe about destruction & that his fury is like that of a volcano & his hate is the rage of a tempest. He is made to destroy & nothing could change that. (The Demisebot can feel free to expand upon that or make it more brooding or angry if he likes.)

A moment passes after he finishes with the eruption quieting, a light, gloomy drizzle following it, then Karina pipes up, “Funny thing, did you know that after a volcanic eruption, the earth there becomes some of the most fertile in the world? Lava is actually incredibly nutrient rich, so some of the best areas for plantlife to thrive happens to be the places where lava once flowed.”

With that, she hops over the edge of the slope before them & begins to use her winged caligae of gold to slide down the side, the drizzling weather only a few yards ahead of her. In her wake, the land sprung to life at her feet, somehow even more vibrant than it'd been before. Lehua trees sprouted like wildfire, followed shortly by all sorts of other wildflowers; irises, hyacinth, gladiolus, hollyhocks, & so on.

Just, this from the point of the nymph finding the Firebird & onwards:

L'oiseau de feu.wmv - YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eG_O1wEJ40 - 2:37 onward, but more a rainforest or jungle. (I mean, the whole thing is incredible, but that’s the part that’s most pertinent to the conversation.)

It's amazing & powerful & so very cool!

What are his thoughts & feelings to that statement? How does he react to all this? To the scene that he sees play out before him? I don't think he'd reply to it, because how do you respond to learning something that goes against everything you ever knew or thought about yourself?

Also, what are your thoughts? I personally love the depiction. It's so interesting to think that something so destructive can also be revitalizing.

I also love the scene! It's a cycle of life and death, that never really ends. Even if the lava and fire destroys everything, it paves the way for new life to begin. Everything ends, and everything begins. Kinda like how the Legend of Zelda is. No matter the destruction and chaos the Demon King throws at the land, it rebuilds and regrows. <3

I'm actually watching a playthrough of Skyward Sword again, and man, it's so nice.

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Demise, standing amidst the fiery chaos of the volcanic eruption, would be completely at home. The sight of molten lava and ash raining down around him only strengthens his sense of purpose—he’s a being born to destroy, and the land tearing itself apart resonates with his very core.

When Karina asks him why he hates everything so much, his face darkens, and his voice booms, almost as if in tandem with the eruption.

"I am destruction incarnate. Hatred born of this world. Like this volcano, I rage and burn, consuming everything in my path. My fury is endless, and there is no peace in it. I was created to destroy, not to build, not to nurture. What I am cannot be changed. Like the tempest, I will only bring ruin, death, and fire until there is nothing left."

The volcano begins to calm as if mirroring his simmering fury, the earth itself trembling at his presence. When Karina mentions how volcanic soil becomes the most fertile after an eruption, Demise pauses. His expression doesn’t immediately soften, but there’s a flicker of something—perhaps disbelief or a reluctant acknowledgment.

He watches as she gracefully slides down the slope, her caligae leaving a trail of vibrant life in their wake. Flowers, trees, and wild plants sprout in the shadow of the fading lava flow. The contrast between the destructive force he reveres and the vibrant life springing from it bewilders him.

His eyes narrow slightly, his gaze following the new life growing before him. It's as though the beauty of it clashes with the very fabric of his existence. Yet, despite himself, there’s an almost grudging recognition that this, too, is power—different from his own, but still undeniable.

As the last drops of ash and rain fall, Demise turns away from the sight, refusing to acknowledge the strange stirring in his chest.

"Life born from destruction…" he mutters to himself, still unsettled by the unfamiliar concept. “Perhaps. But in the end, all will be consumed by flames. Even this.”

But in his silence, he cannot help but be struck by the quiet, persistent beauty of what he has just witnessed.

[sinsdaycorp]

I just really need Shartlyn to get together,. They’re so pure. I just… I think they could be happy… If not, hey, I’ll BROTP That ship till I die. but I think they’re perfect for eachother. 

[tlexx]

do you have any fic recs since I read all your fics already and loved them? 🥺😩 I love your blog btw I think you’re super funny!

Aw thank you so much! I’m writing this before coffee so I know that it’s not going to be the most comprehensive list (most of the time I just scroll through the Greta Van Fic Tag cause there are always new things) but here are writers with amazing Masterlists:

My queen @garbagevanfleet - I read Gemini like once a week because 🥵 & I mean cmon everything she writes is like pure gold

@tripthelight-fanfic - I feel like every emotion possible when I read these fics

@jakekiszska - just takes you to another world

@ghostly-luck -the imagery in those fics *chefs kiss*

@godlygreta - I have no words to explain how good those fics are

@gustingirl - always makes my head spin in the best way possible

@hyperfixated-gvf - the spice, the heat, the amazingness

@joshkiszkas - 50 Wordless Ways to Say I Love You makes me cry

There are so many more I’m forgetting