#vi watches cherry magic

[starrynightarchive]

watching 'cherry magic! being a 30 yr old virgin makes you a wizard?!' (trust me it is an anime im not lying) and this shit is so cute??? i did not expect this to be gay much less be good.

[jilyawards]

The Jily Fandom Rec List 2024 is a compilation of Jily stories our readers want to keep an eye on for this year's awards.

SEPTEMBER

all the king's horses, all the king's men (completed, 7.1k) by @jilyss. Rated G.

As queen, Lily Evans faces the suffocating weight of isolation and loneliness that comes with the crown. The only constant in her life is James Potter, her loyal and ever-watchful royal guard.

it's brighter now (WIP, 21.6k as of 30 Sept 2024) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“Oh, come on," James says, grinning. "I know you know who I am.” Something strange flashes across her face. “Is that so?” He drops into the open seat across from her and gestures toward his face, smiling widely. “This doesn’t ring any bells?” “Your…face,” she clarifies slowly.

Raising A Kid With My Ex (completed, 74.5k) by @wearingaberetinparis. Rated M.

James Potter and Lily Evans, two Phoenix Radio employees who had secretly admired one another from afar, pretended to be fake exes for their show “Shout Out To My Ex”. When Lily fell pregnant with James’ baby – after a whole lot of drama, disbanding “Shout Out To My Ex” and a breakup – the soon-to-be parents started a new show, named “Knocked Up By My Ex” in which they documented their pregnancy. Now, baby Harry has been born and Lily and James have to learn to navigate the challenges - major highs and some surprising lows - of parenthood together, despite the fact that they haven’t even been together for a year. A whole lot of chaos combined with a whole lot of love makes the perfect recipe for a new show: “Raising A Kid With My Ex”. Their fans’ well-intended advice, of course, might just be the cherry on top (even though some of it is truly completely bonkers). Yet, as James and Lily navigate parenthood together, they have to battle unprecedented forces that are making their journey as new parents a lot more difficult than they had anticipated. A Jily Modern AU inspired by Rachel Lynn Solomon’s “The Ex Talk” and sequel to “Shout Out To My Ex” and “Knocked Up By My Ex”.

crossbow, gun, and magic (and other stories) (oneshot collection, 12.8k as of 30 Sept 2024) by apalapucian. Rated T.

a collection of unrelated stories ft. james, lily, sirius, remus, and (occasionally) peter. so far: i. james, sirius, and lily; modern au ii. in the universe where sirius is the first to know; jily; hogwarts iii. blackevans (old fic rewrite); hogwarts; jily iv. james's last thoughts (old fic rewrite); jily; canon compliant v. order mission at a pureblood party; jily vi. zombie apocalypse au (old fic rewrite); jily vii. lily drunk-proposes to james (tumblr prompt) viii. james gets caught by death eaters (tumblr prompt)

Surface Pressure (completed, 1.3k) by @eastwindmlk. Rated T.

Lily dealing with the weight of her own expectations in 7th year

Partners (completed, 1.3k) by @ohmygodshesinsane. Rated T.

James is the last person Lily expects to visit when she's ill in the Hospital Wing, but the new Head Boy has more than one surprise for her.

Literary Sophistication (completed, 2.5k) by @andromedabooks. Rated G.

A quick Jily bookstore AU from my Tumblr

let me make it up to you (completed, 3.4k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated E.

Two weeks ago, James left for a mission in the middle of the night without saying a word. Now he's is back, and Lily's not so quick to forgive.

speak now (completed, 1.4k) by @firefeufuego. Rated T.

The fuse has been lit. Lily can almost hear the crackling hiss of it, feel the building burn of it in the air as Sirius takes the reins of the conversation, as drinks are bought and poured down newly dry throats, and eventually as last orders are called and the four of them are standing outside and saying farewell with kisses on cheeks. Sam and Sirius apparate away. Lily and James do not. They stand, eyes fixed firmly on each other, ready to ignite. ‘Not forever, you said?’ James asks, his voice deep and quiet in a way that’s never been hers to hear before now. Follow-up to the lovely kay-elle-cee's 'silence and patience, pining in anticipation'.

crafting chemistry (completed, 4.8k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“Is there something that needs to be discussed between the three of us?” Minerva prompts, her eyes narrowing sharply. Lily’s face betrays her first. A bright flush creeps slowly along her cheeks, blooming from her neck upward, as though her skin can’t hide the emotion simmering underneath. She keeps her eyes stubbornly trained on the far corner of the office, anywhere but James. Minerva notices James’s hand, the one that had been habitually running through his hair, freeze mid-motion, his fingers tightening slightly.

under the influence of loss (completed, 2.1k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“Like what? You fancy me! Kiss me.” Each time she says it, it’s like a new bruise blooms around his heart, her words pressing on all of them at once. “I can’t!” he shouts, the frustration cracking through. “Because I’ve been drinking?” she demands, a bitter laugh escaping her. “Your chivalry is duly noted, Potter, but I’m giving you a pass here. Just—” “It’s not about that,” he interrupts.

common ground (completed, 3.8k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated G.

Lily pauses, suddenly aware of James’s intense gaze. “What? Why are you…” Heat rushes to her cheeks, and she hates it. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s just…it’s a good look on you, Evans.” “What is?” she asks, self-consciously. His grin widens. “Mischief.”

sidewalk chalk, covered in snow (completed, 8.7k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated G.

She didn’t mean to get used to any of them. [or: Lily Evans is strictly anti-Marauders...until she isn't. one by one.]

Till Death Do Us Part (Let It Be Quick) (WIP, 39.1k as of 30 Sept 2024) by @wearingaberetinparis. Rated M.

“Till death do us part,” she concluded, all air sucked from her lungs. Her fate signed, sealed and delivered. As the priest spoke his final words, she found herself ensnared in her adversary's gaze, trapped by the weight of it, her mouth opening as she spoke under her breath - almost subconsciously: “Let it be quick.” A Jily Arranged Marriage AU in which Lady Lily never imagined she would fall for the husband she was forced to wed. Inspired by My Lady Jane.

Check out the previous months' recs too: January, February, March || April || May || June || July || August

[vennilavee]

vi. sword & shield

blood&pearls mlist

wc: 4.1k

summary: you are a curious creature, trying to explore the depths below and the lands above. your curiosity may get you in trouble with a world that you do not understand.

warnings: monsterfucking, blood play, demon sex, mermaid sex, mentions of violence and drowning

a/n: omg it has been almost 2 months since i updated...please accept 4.1k of word during this sukuna-less time...pls rb/comment if you enjoyed!

Despite Sukuna’s protections and charms over this domain, it does not stop others from visiting your lake. Word has spread to the tiny villages on the outskirts of the forest that there was a magical pond where the water was always sparkling and the sun always shone on it.

It’s become something of legend, like the elusive fountain of youth. All you have to do is offer a curl of your lips and a coy look over your shoulder for curious townspeople to come visit you bearing gifts.

You’ve received foreign fruits flowing out of gold encrusted plates- cherries, persimmon, and sweet peaches. Enough for you and enough for the fairies several times over. They come with shining jewels and glittering gems just for one look at you. 

It means nothing to you but nevertheless, you smile sweetly with your fangs bared.

You toss the jewels in the sea, only for them to sink to the bottom where only dead sailors would ever cross paths with the hidden treasures.

The white-haired man comes in the summertime. His hands are empty but bright blue eyes burn into you even as you hide under the surface of the lake. Something about him has you hesitant in your own home, but you’re no coward.

You know he can see you with those striking eyes. Sukuna has told you very little about the jujutsu world, but you know enough now to know what those awful eyes mean for you.

Perhaps you should have taken him up on his offer to stay in the shrine. Instead of being “stubborn” and “bull-headed”, as he had so kindly said to you several evenings ago-

“If you spent more than a second doing anything other than laying bare in the sun, you would understand the dangers of-”

“I do not simply fill my time by laying bare in the sun! I am a thing of many distinct interests.”

“I do not care, girl. You will stay in the shrine until I sort these fools out.”

“I will stay in the water for as long as I wish.”

Trying to busy yourself with lining the shoreline of the sea with your shiny shells, you ignore the gaze of the man you do not know. He watches with several others near the trees, far enough away from you. You hear their whispers, their desire to understand and harness the powers of the sea in their own self-made crusade. The fairies stay hidden as well but you can hear them buzzing softly in the trees, shielding themselves from the sudden influx of strange energy over the course of many moons.

Hues of bright, celestial blue haunt you even as you lurk in the comfort of the murky depths.

Your heartbeat is jarring in your ears as his tongue parts your wanting lips while the air in between you and Sukuna ignites. There is no space between you, not where his chest meets yours or his hand cradles your cheek to face him. There is no space between you, and the rhythm of your breaths nearly makes you combust.

You claw at him with razor sharp nails that manifest from nothing, rivulets of blood running down his back. 

All you listen to is the fervent racing of your heart, the way it sings and roars with each pass of Sukuna’s touch on your glistening skin. You chase the roaring in your ears with more, more, more- arms twisting to reach for him, lips panting for him, body bending to him…

Until he squeezes your throat and murmurs for you to stop.

Smaller hands push against his solid, marked chest to no avail. You try to intertwine your tongue with his and coil yourself around him, desperate for Sukuna to just look your way, give you an inkling of attention.

But he holds you still with a firm hand squeezing your cheeks tightly.

“Stop,” Sukuna says quietly but roughly.

“Why?” you mumble petulantly into his mouth. Your eyes flash red for just a second, the same shade of red as his own eyes.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow and holds you at arm’s length as if he is committing you to memory. Something trickles from his shoulder down his back and to his surprise, he finds blood dotted on his fingers when he reaches behind.

You gasp, lurching forward to reach for him, just to gasp again when you glance at your hands.

“What,” you mutter, “What is this?”

Your nails are long, the same length as Sukuna’s. Painted the same color as Sukuna’s nails as well.

“What magic is this?” you ask again with wide, frantic eyes, “There is this inferno inside me-I need-”

The erratic beating of your heart pierces your ears, leveling your head with a rough buzzing noise. You wonder if Sukuna can hear it. Hear how desperately your heart beats just for a wayward glance, a stray touch of his. Your sharpened nails claw at his skin, bright red blooms emerging with your touch. He barely flinches as rivulets of blood stream down his chest.

His lips are rough against yours as he harshly tries to quell your rising restlessness. Sukuna brings you to his bed, laying you upon it with an unceremonious thump. You reach for him when he pulls away for half a second.

“What have you done to me?” you whisper. It is not an accusation, but merely a curiosity. No man has ever made you feel as if you were the embodiment of a hurricane, raging and unleashing anger and impatience at the rest of the world. He is the eye of the storm, the only burning balm that can simmer you down at this moment.

But Ryomen Sukuna is no common man, as you have come to learn.

Many nights have been spent in this very bed, where he’s bent you over with the strength of ten seas in one hand. You have felt this burning before, the yearning before it takes over your soul completely. When his cocks are slick with your wetness, when all of his eyes are trained on you. 

You had never felt as bare as you did when Sukuna watched cocks sink into your warmth, or when he watched his own cum drip out of you and onto his silk sheets.

Sometimes your magic leaks out and converges with his, twisting and tangling together. Scarlet and midnight meld together as his name escapes your lips in soft, breathy whines.

This time, it’s his back against the cool sheets and your nails digging into Sukuna’s chest as you throw your head back and moan freely into the air. Sukuna holds your hips loosely with his bottom pair of hands. The top pair rises to twist your hardened peaks. It’s as if you feel nothing and everything- his touch is blazing, small flecks of fire lighting up your shimmering skin.

You breathe him in and out. Sukuna is decadent in a way that is comparable to sin, something spicy and delicious sitting right under the artery that slithers up his neck. 

You give Sukuna no opportunity to take control from you- placing his hands exactly where you want them and lacing your fingers through his as you rock your hips against his hardened cocks. You tease yourself, uncaring that you are teasing him as well. 

Sukuna does not miss how your eyes flash red when he attempts to ease his cocks into you. You wish to take your time. To indulge, as he’s taught you to many times in this very bed.

Your teeth bite into his neck with a sigh as you sink onto him as you take a moment to adjust. It is only a moment, just to relish the feeling of being completely, utterly full. A shiver rushes down your spine, your chest heaving as you keep him nestled with your warmth.

The moon shines on your face, making your eyes look iridescent. As if you’ve been possessed by an angel. Or a demon, the one lying beneath you, in surrender to your touch.

You sink your teeth into his chest and sharp fangs pierce skin unforgivingly. You can feel his gaze on you as blood drips down your lips and onto your neck. Tilting your head, you press a hand to his left side, where his heart should be. You apply pressure as your nails, an extension of him, shred the skin there as well.

But you stop and lick your fingers, Sukuna’s blood fresh and ripe on your tongue. 

“Take it,” he rasps, holding onto your wrist tightly. The King of Curses never begs, but for you, it’s nearly on his tongue.

You consider it, allowing your fingers to ghost over the silence of his heart before squeezing down once more. Sukuna groans loudly before repeating the command to you again.

“No,” you reply easily, “Maybe next time.”

Instead, you sink your teeth into his neck once more and the fruit of death is ripe on your tongue. You pull one of his thick digits into your mouth, coating specks of his own blood on his finger with your lips. The vibrations of your hum resonate through him and his hot, sticky cum shoots inside of you.

A moonlit halo covers your head, as if you are a goddess looking down upon him and he is at your altar on his knees.

Sukuna comes to you hours past midnight, when he knows you will be awake and moonbathing on your precious rock. He knows you will be waiting for him with open arms and glistening eyes that contain the depths of the ocean that you come from.

But this time, you’re nowhere to be seen. He can sense your energy, but he just can’t see it.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. How juvenile, playing games and hiding from him when you know that it is futile.

 A gentle laugh and buzzing breaks the silence of the night. It must be those pesky fairies flying around and planting silly ideas in your head.

“Something must be disrupting your thoughts,” comes your voice from far away, but he hears it echo, “It has been some time since the king graced me with his presence, after all.”

“Not long enough, I suppose,” he replies, wading into the water to meet your outstretched arms. 

Sukuna barely takes several strides before you part the water for him to join your embrace. It must be a whirlpool, the way the water spins and suctions you both down deep into the dark abyss.

He blinks to adjust to the sudden darkness but you illuminate the seafloor with your glowing, honeyed eyes and bright green-blue scales. Sukuna has never seen you in your true domain but when you smile at him with sharp fangs and wrap your tail around him, he wonders why you willingly gave up this power.

Only a simple flick of your fingers pulls him closer to you with an unseen force. He understands now. Your heartbeat is one with the heartbeat of the sea.

Not only have you made a home out of the meadow surrounding the water, but you’ve made a home out of the water itself. It is silent here, as if every hidden creature waits for your command. In spite of the darkness, tiny shining corals and flowers live and thrive near the cave at the bottom of the ocean floor that you frequent.

You smile at him with warm cheeks and eager hands before swimming away and letting your tail nearly whip him in the face.

“Don’t get lost, darling. You’re in my domain now.”

Your sweet voice is loud in his head. Sukuna rolls his eyes but follows you towards the cave, nevertheless.

Inside your cave, the air is warm and completely dry. The water does not touch this patch of underwater land, somehow. Perhaps Sukuna does not know as much of your powers as he presumed.

You beckon him forward and gesture for him to sit on the ground, where shells and rocks line the entrance of the cave.

“I am a god,” Sukuna hisses, his eyes flashing, “You demand a god to kneel before you?”

“You have kneeled before me many times before,” you reply easily, “Don’t hesitate just because you exist in my domain. I do not demand you to do anything that you do not already want to do, dear.”

It suffices and he sits beside you as your magic flows and presses against Sukuna’s cursed energy. Dark blue swirls poke and Sukuna’s feet, surging around his broad shoulders and caressing the lines on his face.

You laugh when his own energy wraps and curls around you far more roughly than your magic.

“Come. I wish to show you around my home.”

*****

Time does not pass normally underwater as it passes on land. There must be something cosmic about the tinkering of time here, because Sukuna has certainly made a home in between your legs for the better part of the night. Surely, the sun must be rising in the east by now. But it does not matter, because the only radiance he needs is right here.

His tongue is shiny with your desire, pearls dotted on your lips as a gift to him. The seam of the mouth on his stomach splits open in a menacing smirk to lick your heated skin.

Quiet whines echo off of the walls of the cave, reverberating into the water in waves. Sukuna braces his lower arms against your impatient hips as a furrow forms over your eyebrows.

The image of the dark, thick lines on his face reflects in your opaque, half-lidded eyes. His thumb is warm against your cheek as he drinks you in. Your eyes are different than they are above water- still dark and deep, but sheer. And your pupils have shrunk, barely visible to his gaze. All he can see is a sea of darkness illuminating your eyes.

Sukuna is once again reminded that you are not a fragile human. His fingers are firm on your throat and you tilt your head to the side for him to press down harder.

“You may take me,” you murmur serenely, your smile a song, “I wish to show you something.”

In the caves, your lips and your words are coy and fleeting, much like how you behave when you remain perched up on jagged rocks in the ocean without a care in the world. Waiting for an untoward sailor claiming innocence to come your way.

But you have brought him into the sea, where you glow like the seashells and coral delicately placed at the bottom of the seafloor. With bright eyes and shimmering skin, you do a dance with him. Your tail wraps around, closing around him as golden warmth spreads-

Air does not escape his chest and water does not enter it. Something breathes for him, though he is not sure what.

“Come, follow me,” you say. Except your voice is not spoken, it is in his head. It is… jarring,  as if you have access to the fabric of his brain matter.

Your tail whips around him, parting the water with a force equivalent to a domain expansion. The only thing he can see in the murky waters is the light of your sharp fangs as you beckon him to follow you.

Moonlight glistens on your tail as rays from above pierce through the water. The darkness is illuminated with the blessing of the moon. And in the middle of it all, there you are. Floating, with your eyes fixated on him. Nothing moves here and yet everything moves. In the place where life bloomed at the bottom of the ocean floor all those millenia ago.

Even as you both float downward towards the blue ocean floor, the light shines on you. Making you a beacon in the abyss.

The water wraps around him warmly like a cocoon when you press yourself closer to him. You cup his face with your hands and he is curious when he sees that the skin connecting your fingers is webbed.

Is this the true version of you, with your endless tail? Or is it the version of you on land, with your endless legs? Perhaps it does not matter.

Sukuna hears you in his head. Closer… just a little bit closer…

His lips are on yours in half a breath that he does not need to take, hands dipping down to feel the shape of your tail in his palms. His upper pair of arms wraps around your waist as a hand circles your neck to hold you closer. As you wish.

The breath from his lungs is stolen by you as your fingers brush against his neck, where his skin pulses suddenly. 

“What have you done to me?” Sukuna asks, though no words come out of his lips.

You only smile at him and reply in his mind, “You are able to breathe in the water now.”

The slits on his neck are foreign, but Sukuna pays it no mind. Instead, he chooses to focus on you and presses his tongue to your neck. 

You shiver, a whine escaping your lips. But he hears it.

“This is sensitive for you,” he states, his lip curling into a sneer.

“If you need to ask, then perhaps you should continue.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes and runs his fingers over the slits on your neck. You let out a little moan and he smirks, clearly satisfied. Replacing his lithe fingers with his lips, he grins wolfishly when you press yourself against him immediately.

It’s a rare smile from him, one more animalistic than anything else.

Your tail wraps around him, the tender parts of your fins tickling his thighs and his abdomen. Sukuna does not know where to look- at the slits on your neck, or the larger slits on your torso that are glistening with your wetness, or the way your scales shimmer and move. As if wanting to part for something hidden in the crevices of your body.

Instead, he allows for you to wrap your fins around his cocks and lazily move up and down, up and down, until he is fully erect. You don’t break eye contact but if he was a lesser god, he may shirk at the sheer lust blown in your eyes.

“Does this feel nice for you, Sukuna?”

Sukuna does not have to answer for you to already know the answer, and you both know it. He feels weightless, stood still by the power of time as you stroke his cocks languidly. You pull him in closer to press kisses to the slits on his neck and his hips abruptly buck into yours.

“I do not like surprises,” Sukuna mutters.

He surrenders control to you, surrendering to the foreign feeling that bursts in his chest. He groans in your ear, cocks moving of their own accord. 

“You were made for me,” you murmur, “Are you going to cum for me, darling?” 

He shakes his head, wanting to savor the moment and eyeing the slits on your torso. You seem to understand and shoot him a smug grin. Unraveling your tail from around him, you press yourself closer so that his cocks rub against the silvery slits molded into your skin. You’re unable to stop a sharp moan from leaving your throat as he ruts against you.

The watery friction is nothing that he has ever felt before, and yet it reminds him of the warmth of you when you are laid on his bed and he enters your cunt mercilessly. You are everywhere all at once.

Sukuna impatiently swallows your moans with his tongue and feels his fangs pierce your lips. The drops of your blood are honeyed and savory while his fingers toy with the slits on your neck.

Your eyes are hooded and you pulse with the heartbeat found at the bottom of the sea.

“More, Sukuna,” you mumble, “Faster, want you to cum for me like this, want to see you cum all over me-”

With a sharp gasp, you cum harshly and Sukuna greedily licks your wetness before his own cum lands at the slits of your torso. You look at him curiously, offering him a disarming smile and infinite eyes.

“As I said. You may take me.”

The hidden moon is in the company of a thundering downpour on the night that they come. You are quietly arranging your rocks and your seashells when your ears perk up. Multiple voices and sets of footsteps echo as the sounds carry through the trees. It is jarring in the stillness of the night, and something dark washes over you. 

The fairies look at you urgently, then at each other before immediately skittering away. They tell you to leave, that they have weapons and great powers, greater than you’ve ever seen. But they do not know the ruler of the sea.

And where will you go? This is your home now.

You stay hidden below the lake with your teeth bared, waiting for piercing blue eyes to find you just below the surface where your world splits open.

When you were a child, your mother told you that your magic was divine, given to you by Ryuujin himself. Perhaps her intent was for this knowledge to humble you. Instead, it made you wish for more than just a life in the sea. You wonder if she regrets instilling the belief that you are touched by Ryuujin.

The legends say that every millenia, there is a chosen creature of the sea. One who can unite the warring land and sea, or one who can destroy both.

If Ryuujin chose you for something greater than yourself, something meant to end the maelstrom that contains humans and curses, you cannot bring yourself to care. All you care about is protecting the lands in which you live so that you may continue to live there.

But your protective wards cannot stay up forever, even with Sukuna’s cursed energy to enhance yours.

Perhaps if you were less stubborn, less foolish, you may have seeked refuge in Sukuna’s shrine. Nonetheless, when they come, they come in a blinding blaze of glory in hues of reds and blues and purples. Trying and failing to break down your protective wards.

The power of the white haired clan’s energy nearly surpasses Sukuna’s own energy. You shiver.

Perhaps you will simply drown them instead.

“You should have listened to me, but instead you choose to remain insolent,” the great demon king of these lands says. You expect that anyone else would be fearful to be in his throne room while he speaks to you with death on his tongue and vexation in his eyes. But not you.

“I will not live in fear-”

“You are tempting fate each time a Gojo sorcerer comes your way,” Sukuna seethes, his face only inches from yours, “Do you think that drowning them will be the last of it?”  But you do not back down, sending him a poisonous glare of your own.

“Are you not the king of curses? Won’t you do anything about them?” you taunt him with a smirk.

“They will not rest until they have you,” he hisses, “Them and every other clan-”

“Human matters are of no concern to me! Why should I hide when I have every right to be here as much as them? As much as you?”

“You will get yourself killed for your arrogance.”

You scoff. “You lecture me about arrogance?”

Sukuna forces you to look at him, taking your chin in his large hand.

“You are not safe here. Why do you continue to disobey and stay here?”

“If you have not figured it out by now, then you are just as foolish as the humans you claim to reign over.”

His eyes flash and he drops his hand as if you’ve burned him. His energy angrily rises, swirling around you and prodding your skin.

“If you refuse to accept my protection here, I cannot help you. You are a girl in a world of gods and monsters. Go home, girl. Go back to the sea. ”

There is none of the wordless affection in his eyes that you are accustomed to, only cold distaste and fury. His words are poisonous and you have only heard this level of vitriol pointed at others. Never at you. You pull away from him immediately, feeling your hardening heart sinking to the ground.

You are certain your heartbreak is written all over your face. After all, it is not the first time that you have been devastated by a man.

“You are afraid,” you say softly, “You are afraid that you are not the god you think yourself to be. And you are afraid of me.”

You turn your back on him before Sukuna has the chance to drive the bloody knife further into your spine.

tags: @kentobean @misslovingpearl @aeanya @threadbaresweater @aboveasphodel

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆

chapter VI of and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest

Pairing: Arlecchino x gn!Minister of Justice!Reader

Genres: angst, hurt/comfort

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: arguing, weaponizing trauma (partially), angst, brief use of alcohol as a coping mechanism, mentions of violence and murder, physical violence due to anger and frustration

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | epilogue

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The lovely sharp scent of Manon’s cologne cast your thoughts aside as you glanced at where she sat. The mixture of sea salt, bitter orange, and cedar suited her well, and you suspected it was chosen specifically for her trip back to Fontaine. Your gaze did not stray as you watched her gracefully sip her tea, her contrasting eyes on Focalors.

Two new guests sat to her right at the large table – a newly famous duo performing magic shows at the oldest theatre in the city. Both were funded by Manon, or rather, the Knave.

The heat of a sturdy hand on your shoulder brought your focus back to the casual end of your morning with the diplomats.

“I am sure that our Minister would be pleased to host you for supper this evening.”

Manon nodded, her hands folded over her lap and eyes focused intently on your features. “Excellent, I will be looking forward to it.”

While you did not appreciate the chief justice extending the invitation for you, you sensed that he must have debated the idea with Furina before you arrived at the courtroom.

“I am afraid I will not be able to come, but thank you for your kindness,” the Marionette – Sandrone, you learned – replied.

You would be alone with Manon after twelve years.

The evening was bound to be eventful.

Recovering from your momentary surprise, you spoke, “That is unfortunate. I hope we will be able to meet privately another time.”

She smiled small, but you felt that it was not genuine in the slightest.

“It was lovely to see you again, Ms. Arlecchino, but I’m afraid we must prepare for our next show this afternoon,” one of the performers, Lyney, stated as he rose from his seat.

“Please excuse us,” his sibling and co-worker, Lynette, requested.

“You are dismissed,” Manon said, waving gently toward the exit.

The conversation flowed for a few minutes longer before she decided to take her leave. Shortly after she departed, you dismissed yourself as well. Catching up to her quickly, you placed your fingertips along her elbow, trying to get her attention and stop her from venturing into the street.

Her eyes were surprised, and she drew her elbow back. You felt crushed at her rejection for a moment, but really, what did you expect? She had not seen you in twelve years, there was no way either of you could just pick up where you left off.

The more she stared at you, the more your words left you.

“If you have nothing to say, I will be going, __. Have a lovely day, and I will see you at seven this evening.”

As you watched her walk away, you were filled with odd desperation. You flexed your hand.

You would be seeing her tonight – you could talk and share as much as you wanted then.

—

Manon’s nerves were unusually on edge as she knocked on your door. Your home was decently isolated on the outskirts of Brume de Lys along the Crête Coulante. It was a lengthy drive, and her heart had raced awkwardly while her thoughts did as well.

With a small flourish, the large dark cherry wood door opened and revealed you in black, purple, and gold. Her heart skipped a beat just as it did when you touched her in the morning.

"Good evening, Man– Arlecchino,” you greeted cordially, bringing an arm out behind you and beckoning her in.

She nodded to you, silent as she stepped foot into your domain. Even if it was your home, she would remain guarded.

“I can take your coat if you would like.”

“Please,” Manon replied, turning her back. The light and warm traces of your fingertips along her shoulders filled her with unnerving anticipation. For what, she couldn’t guess. A small chill in the air greeted her when you removed her dark coat. Shivers ran down her spine as your gathered her ponytail in your left hand and straightened it out, your hand brushing across the back of her neck.

“There,” you stated quietly, “Now, if you would please follow me to the dining room. Supper awaits.”

~

Your dining room was coated in dark tones of cool colors, silver accompanying the shades of night like moonlight. You sat elegantly at the opposite head of the table, a glass of some white wine Manon couldn’t recall in hand, too transfixed on the moment. One of your servers brought a cart out that carried headless fish of various sizes on ice, as well as croutons with garlic, rouille, and multiple plates and bowls. 

“Tonight we’ll be having one of my favorite dishes. It originated among the fishermen in my hometown many years ago, and quickly became loved by those of all classes.”

As the server placed one of the fish on his cutting board, Manon’s eyes became glazed over in thought as she watched him. The knife slicing apart the flesh made her recall how her soiled hands did the same. How your joint wishes for violence drove you apart. A pernicious yet familiar sensation creeped up her spine, gripping onto her heart and poisoning her mind with protective spite.

As the bowls were filled with the flesh in broth, you cleared your throat.

“Please, leave us, Jean,” you spoke, rising from your seat, “I will serve us tonight.”

“As you wish,” the man replied before walking back to the kitchen through a closed wooden door.

Manon observed your movements sharply, watching as you brought the soup and bread to her seat. As you set the dish before her, your eyes met. A harsh look rested in your gaze, and she felt an imaginary arrow pierce through the ice casing of her heart.

“Arlecchino, why did you join the Fatui?”

Your whispered question caught her off guard, as did the fact that you were not moving from where you stood looking down at her and observing her reactions.

“That is private information,” she responded.

“Bullshit, Arlecchino.”

“Why do you insist on calling me by that name? You know what my name actually is. Are you just trying to pathetically provoke me?”

“Obviously it’s working, Marie. Now answer my question.”

“Why are you being so harsh?”

“I’m just trying to figure out what you want with me after all of these years. I figured your career was the best place to start.”

“That still does not explain this anger, __.”

“Am I not supposed to be angry, Marie? You show up in Fontaine after twelve years with practically no word to me. Our organizations work together, you have connections and agents all across Teyvat, and yet you could never find me?”

“Do not act as if this is all on me. You have just as much standing as I do. Take responsibility – for all of it. If you had not sent me away after Henri, we would be together in Snezhnaya, just as we wished!”

“I will not be discussing this here with you. I will be in the lounge.”

“Now you want to run?” Manon asked, rising from her seat and striding rapidly behind you, “Why am I even asking – that is all that you do.”

The door to the lounge slammed open as you fell on the loveseat heavily. Manon simply shut it again behind her.

“I have far less capabilities than you, Marie. All I am good for in this forsaken court is executing whoever Focalors requests I do. All of my studies were for naught. I’m nothing but a puppet for her – just like everyone else.”

“And who asked for that position, __? You’re not a victim.”

“Neither are you,” you snorted, “Tell me, why would you abandon the person you loved most?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you should ask yourself.”

“I did not abandon you, Marie.”

“You might as well have! I practically tore up your hometown looking for you! I ran through the city a bloodied and burned mess trying to find where you disappeared to! I had no choice but to leave the nation, we were about to become public enemies!”

“I went into the sea to heal! A siren needs to recuperate in water to repair a heart of water!”

“Don’t act like that is so obvious, __.”

“You’re a phoenix, Marie! Didn’t your precious guardian teach you anything?”

“Do not speak of them in such a manner.”

“Now you’re suddenly the victim again, of course.”

Red hot fire ran in her veins now.

“Are you fucking kidding me, __? What is this mess? Why are you arguing with me right now?!”

“Why are you arguing with me?”

“Oh for archon’s sake, would you just shut up already?” she yelled, throwing a spare book in your direction, narrowly missing your head.

Your gaze turned frightened before it became ice cold. You stood and approached your small bar cart, grabbing one of the glasses off of it. Manon snatched another book. You chucked the glass at her face, but she blocked it with the book and it shattered to the floor.

You reached for another glass, and another, throwing them at her, and then just simply the floor before her. Shards cascaded over her shoes and the bottoms of her trousers, sliding back to the floor and leaving no damage.

Your appearance was disheveled as you huffed consistently in exhaustion and frustration, opening one of your bottles of liquor and taking a brief swig. Manon threw the book at your knee and you doubled over, grabbing it and dropping your bottle, causing a small cut to grow on your hand.

She walked over to you and grabbed your hair, bringing your head back.

“You want to know it all, don’t you? Fine. I lived on the streets of Snezhnaya for a year before the Fatui came to town. I was scouted and brought to their training facility. It took another year for me to hone new skills and focus on what power I possessed as a phoenix. When the day came for the official scouting and ranking, I was sent to not only a training campus, but one for political, historical, and scientific studies. When I graduated four years ago, the Tsaritsa herself sent for me. She wanted for me to become one of her Harbingers, and even if I would be in the lower ranks, I would have been a fool not to take the opportunity. I had power, control, and guidance. The same year, I was put in charge as the Director of the House of the Hearth, an orphanage that would raise children from all over Teyvat in the ways of the Fatui. I had time to mourn and time to grieve you, but I had a duty and a responsibility to my nation. I did not have access to any dealings with Fontaine until one year ago when our mission plans began. Just because I could not find you, __, and just because I thought you were dead, does not mean you didn’t plague my thoughts every day. It does not mean that now that I know you’re alive, and here in front of me, where I can touch you and see you, that you do not make me question everything. That my heart does not race and I am not on fire.”

A loud smack reverberated around the room as your palm made contact with her cheek, blood swiping dramatically across her face. 

Surprise and hurt flashed freely across Manon’s face before she released you.

“All I hear are excuses, Marie.”

Shock fell upon Manon’s body as she simply plummeted to the floor. Panic and rage, disbelief and sorrow, all coursing throough her mind.

“Perhaps your story is true, but I do not believe your love for me to be true anymore.”

“How could you say that?” Manon whispered, “Where is your love for me, __?” she asked, rising up from the floor as steady as possible. “Do you have nothing left in this dead heart of yours? Did Henri burn it all away?”

Her finger poked jaggedly at your chest. “I know that I left you, __, but you left me too. Why can you be bitter, but I cannot?”

Manon watched as your eyes flooded with tears, your heavy and abrasive cover falling apart at the seams. Sobs racked through your body as you wiped at your face, a bolt of lightning breaking through the sky in the window behind you. A storm to accompany your own flurry of emotions.

“I…I…I never meant for any of this to happen, Manon. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you. Nothing I can say will ever repair what I did tonight, and I am not going to beg for your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve to even be in your presence right now.”

You fell back onto the loveseat oncemore, eyes shut and arms crossed. “I understand if you want to forget me. I never deserved love from you in the first place. I have yet to become the person I want to be, and until then I shouldn’t even want for you. But I do, Manon, and I am still terribly in love with you to this day. I know I have treated you with less than you deserve, and I have acted foolishly here tonight, trying to keep my guard up and get answers. But that would never get me anywhere, would it? Love is not something that you should treat roughly, and we both have killed it here tonight.”

You sniffled and her heart shattered.

“So please leave, Manon. Find someone better, take over the world, do and find whatever or whoever makes you happy because I do not want you to settle for me.”

You rose from your seat and left the room, a small trail of blood following you.

Manon was left to gather herself and process what had happened, taking a seat where you had been just moments before. Memories and thoughts of all kinds circulating through her mind

Her arms ached to hold you, to comfort you. But she had to resist every heart driven urge. That is what life and the Fatui taught her.

So, she rose from her seat, dryed her developing tears, and left the lounge. She walked through the hall as calm as possible and reached the front door. She put her coat back on and strode into the open storm. Rain pelted her, but she kept her head high and continued walking. She was leaving earlier than scheduled, so she would have to tough out the weather without a car.

Her boots were becoming soaked in mud and her pace slowed.

What the hell was she doing?

Turning back around, she began running back toward your home. She covered a surprisingly long distance, but perhaps she was outside longer than she thought. In the minimal pale moonlight, she could hardly make out anything, much less with cloud cover and rain. Nevertheless, she continued, her relentless determination fueling her. When she reached the outskirts of your familiar front gardens, she was hit with a hard force.

You.

Manon fell back into the mud, her training falling short in shock. Your knees rested at her hips, and you forehead met her chest. The cold rain fell onto her face before your head rose. Your eyes were filled with sorrow and regret.

“Please don’t leave me again. I couldn’t handle it. Not after all of this time. I’ll pay every penance you would like me to, but please don’t leave me here. I just want you to hold me again. I just want to see you smile. I want to cook and bake and garden with you again. I’ll even kill with you. I just want you back and by my side. Please, Manon. You are the only person that is most dear to me in this world.”

Your hands gripped her coat and shirt tightly, weakly pulling and shaking.

When faced with your begging, Manon could do nothing but give in. She placed her hand on the back of your head and guided you down to a strong and sentimental kiss. She could taste your tears and the rain on your lips, which only motivated her to keep going until they were gone. Your hands released their grip and splayed over her shoulders, trying to support yourself. She brought her other hand up to grip your elbow and she sighed into your final kiss.

“I hear you, ma lumière, and I hope that you hear me too.”

You nodded, and Manon smiled smally for the first time in years. You leaned back and she sat up with you, not moving her hands from where they now were on your back. You brought one of your hands to her cheek, the blood now washed away, and ran your thumb over her lips. Her smile grew wider, and so did yours.

“I know that we will need time, but I’m willing to take another chance on us,” you whispered.

“So am I,” the Harbinger replied, “And I will wait for however long we need.”

[boozles]

Boozle's Top Ten Actors 2023

As part of my 2023 review, I thought I would include my top ten actors of the year. (Lets be honest, I just love making lists, and end of the year lists are the best!)

In no order whatsoever...

(i) First Kanaphan Puitrakul I know, you're all shocked beyond comprehension. In all seriousness, though, First continues to blow me away with his acting. He really can play any part and he puts his everything into each role. It's been amazing the last few months to see people start to realise how amazing he is. A bonus is that he is a bloody lovely human being, too.

(ii) Force Jiratchapong Srisang I know there was a lot of discourse during Only Friends where Force (and Book) seemed to get a lot of hate, and I do not understand that at all. It was only this year that I discovered them because of A Boss and A Babe, and between that, Enchante and Only Friends...Force is a bloody fantastic actor! When he's on screen he commands your attention, and I cannot wait to see what is next in store for him.

(iii) Khaotung Thanawat Rattanakitpaisan I know, what a shocker, eh? Khaotung deserves all the recognition he has been receiving this year, he really does. This man puts his heart and soul and then a little more into every performance, and I am still not over Ray's therapy scene in Only Friends. I can't even find the words to completely explain how much I adore this man's acting, I just love him so much. I would really love to send a fruit basket to whomever made the decision to pair him and First together, because it literally may have been the greatest decision ever made in the history of acting.

(iv) Mark Pakin Kunaanuwit Mark really has been the stand out for GMMTV this year, hasn't he? Not only is he a precious wee bean, he's so bloody talented and we can't get enough of him. I know he has said he doesn't really want to play any big lead roles, but regardless, I hope we see lots more of him (after he gets some rest because he was super busy in 2023!).

(v) New Thitipoom Techa-apaikhun Gosh, he's a little cutie, isn't he? This year was the first I'd ever seen New in anything, and it was actually The Warp Effect that introduced me to him, and I just fell in love. There's just something about how New portrays emotions, especially sad ones? It's like he manages to change his aura and just really put out what the characters are feeling, and I'm looking forward to the rest of Cherry Magic, and Peaceful Property in 2024!

(vi) Jan Ployshompoo Supasap "Finally, a woman!" I hear you all cry as we pass the halfway mark of this list. I love Jan. Every time she pops up in a series I get all giddy because not only is she an amazing actress and singer, she's so funny! I think the first thing I saw her in was Tonhon Chonlatee, and I honestly think I wouldn't have made it through the show if it weren't for her. I think you can watch her series through the years and see her grow as an actress, and I'm so looking forward to seeing more of her in 2024!

(vii) Book Kasidet PlookPhol I know I already mentioned it with Force, but I really do not understand the hate both of these men received this year with Only Friends. Book has blown me away with his acting; it never feels like a repeat performance with him. I often think about how different Theo, Cher and Mew are and it blow my mind that the same person played all three roles. If you don't like Book, i honestly worry about your taste.

(viii) Mek Jirakit Thhawornwong I had to include my husband, Mek. The thing is, I think Mek is a fantastic actor, but GMMTV really did not treat him as well as he deserved. Star and Sky was a terrible series, but Mek really stood out to me (I only watched the show because it was the only series includied in Our Skyy 2 that I hadn't seen, and Mek was the only part of it I came out enjoying). 2023 has seen him mostly doing modelling and promo spots, but I am so excited to see him in Red Peafowl and My Stand In in 2024 (plus, it looks like we're going to get new music from his band, Saint After Six)!

(ix) Neo Trai Nimtawat I think I'm lucky that the first thing I saw Neo in was The Eclipse, because he said that beforehand he always felt like he played the class clown, whilst he got to actually show his acting skills in The Eclipse. Fast forward to Only Friends and he came out victorious with everyone being blown away by how versatile he is as a performer. I've adored him since he was Kanlong, and I hope he has a long and lucrative career.

(x) Tay Tawan Vihokratana When I first watched Kiss Me Again this year, initially it was because I wanted to watch more New, then this little terror just sideswept me off my feet. I won't lie, I still haven't watched 3 Will Be Free (I know, I know, I'll be fixing that in the New Year) so my experience with Tay is just his performance as Pete in Kiss Me Again & Dark Blue Kiss, and what we've seen of Cherry Magic so far...and I love him. The difference between Pete and Karan is enough to prove how fantastic Tay is as an actor, and I am so looking forward to Peaceful Property. It doesn't hurt that he has the most heartwarming smile that makes my legs feel like jelly.

Honorary Mentions: (i) Billy Patchanon Ounsa-ard (ii) Babe Tanatat Phanviriyakoo (iii) Silvy Pavida Moriggi (iv) Louis Tien Chiang (v) Bright Rapheephong Thapsuwan (vi) Nonkul Chanon Santinatornkul

[ovilis]

Twenty Tav Questions Meme! tagged by @fiddlin-across-faerun kinda

I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

Pomegranates and tart cherries.

II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

It'd be something a little spicy and warm. Kinda like a chai latte would taste in modern times.

III. how would they kiss their LI?

It's always with a sense of passion. She's a passionate woman and she's not afraid to show it.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

She does run hot so it would entirely depend on the weather conditions. If it's summer, she's within touching range. If it's cooler/colder, she's right there like a second skin. There's little in between. Also tends to hog the pillows as opposed to the blankets.

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Her tent area is a mirror of herself. It's covered on all sides and if you don't where to look, you aren't gonna see it. She mostly stays inside it, but if she does venture outside, she has a little stool she'll sit on. This is a good time to sharpen weapons so most of the time she's tending to her daggers or just trying to tame those wild curls of hers.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

Green glass with gold inlay for the numbers and borders.

VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

Tea sets. Full on tea sets. Also chokers and daggers

VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

Definitely the Wyll/Shadowheart book club. It's her guilty pleasure

IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Gale of Waterdeep 100%

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

Prefers to speak with animals as they observe a lot of interesting things.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

Fuckin' hates them. RIP Dribbles

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Anyone, really. She's a bit strange in her nearly ritualistic ways of caring for her weapons and horns. They're important to her and she relishes in taking the proper time for them.

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Dark humor gets her to laugh the most. Puns make her chuckle. She's got a very feminine laugh; it's soft and sweet. Has a habit of hiding her laugh behind her hand, though.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

Out of everyone, her and Shadowheart have the most inside jokes. Her and Astarion have a few, but she instantly clicked with Shadowheart.

XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

"Well worn and well loved. There's signs of repair in certain spots. And is that a sewn in holster for a dagger?"

XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Simple black panties. Nothing special.

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

Every year she goes out for dinner. It's always an expensive place and she dresses the part. There's always the yearly purchase of a new dagger and choker.

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Crime shows. Forensic Files and the like. Mostly so she can sit back and go "You dumb fuck." every time the criminal slips up. Absolutely forces her LI to watch, too.

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description

I do! I haven't touched it in a year or so, but it's named after her favorite snack.

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

A three layer diamond studded choker, more gold than she could possibly need, a little can of loose tea leaves, easily three daggers and a vial of poison she coats them with.

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[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, January 14

XANDER: Buff, are you sure about Willow doing the hocus pocus again? I - I mean, last time she - BUFFY: Xander, we don't have a lot of choices. CHLOE: And what if that doesn't work? What if that monster gets through? BUFFY: Then we'll deal. RONA: Deal? Fight, you mean. How are we supposed to do that? VI: And with what?

~~Buffy Season 7 Episode #133: "Show Time"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Date Night, Interrupted (Giles/Jenny, T) by Bobbie23

Cursed (Spike/Cordelia, E) by MadeInGold

Smoking and Vampires Kill (Spike/Reader, T) by amitheone

Atonement (Angel/Riley, T) by MadeInGold

you’re perfect (Spike/Reader, unrated) by specialagentlokitty

[Chaptered Fiction]

atropos Ch. 1 (Drusilla/Spike, T) by voices_not_echoes

Spells of This Ch. 1-2/? (Willow/Tara, T) by buffycat100

Straight to the Heart Ch. 1 (Buffy/Faith, M) by QuillBard

A tale of lost souls Ch. 1/3 (AtS Ensemble, Arrow xover) by Bl4ckHunter

the family you need Ch. 14, Ch. 15 and Ch. 16 (Giles, Reader, unrated) by specialagentlokitty

Drive, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Holly

What If Love Was Enough?, Chapter 11-12 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Spikelover4ever

Cherry On Top, Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxineeden

Rise, Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, T) by violettathepiratequeen

Afterburn, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Melme1325

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, M) by slaymesoftly

Rebehold the Stars (Love from the Other Side of the Apocalypse), Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Asokatanos

Never Let Me Go, Chapter 1-5 (Buffy/Spike, M) by mcgnagallsarmy

Early One Morning , Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, E) by all choseny

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, E) by honeygirl51885

Rules of Engagement , Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, E) by all choseny

Clean Slate, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hulettwyo

It's Easy Time, Until It's Not, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, G) by hulettwyo

The Freak Show, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hulettwyo

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:first attempt at book binding by singwith-love-at-our-throats

Artwork:AtS Crew by genericaces

Video: Angel&Cordelia | Snow on the Beach by mercer-queen

[Fandom Discussions]

Fanged Four Fic Recs: Spotlight on Dangel by februaryfangfest

Watching 5x16 “The Body” of Buffy the Vampire Slayer by rekishi-aka

I don’t think I believe that people in Sunnydale High School think of the Scooby Gang as “Buffy Summers and her weird friends”. by coraniaid

sorry but nobody in the buffyverse is good at videogames by

in into the woods by july-19th-club

when i say i love you by july-19th-club

How to throw the perfect Buffy themed party by maggiie

Tara's Birthday by nightshade

Issues with The Bronze by Cohen

Magic = drugs sometimes, but it’s not Willow’s addiction by ginime_

Are there behind the scenes reasons why David Boreanaz is out of action for "Soul Purpose" and "Smile Time?" by jdpm1991

Repeat Posts….. by Inevitable_Force320

The First Slayer Concept and Theory. by Electrical_Big_906

When you're not The Big Bad anymore, not even The Kinda Naughty... by alrtight

i really think dracula’s spell would be more believable if he was actually attractive by katywell

Buffy running away by Zonjvz27

I put the final version of Willow's Demon Database from the season 7 dvds, with recompiled versions by ElectromagneticBrain

Differences between the show and the script by WillySniffer420

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[devoiante]

writing away my ateez PCD💀

I met you on a September night in the middle of a sea of strangers, screaming my liquefied heart out into fleeting utopia written by stories in the form of faraway muses for a girl’s blooming fantasia. 

I. Fire eyes and zealous blood crashed through the glass like a wave in a storm starved of savagery, sweeping me off my feet in the inception of a new age, the age of the opal at the centre of the world. In the spotlight, the opal glimmers white and unleashes its magic within, seven more colours shining as a brazen aurora - the eye of the storm. An eye I’ve stared into long enough to be buoyantly lost at sea watching longingly like a mermaid for the ships that will pass, soaking in the colours and sounds of their boisterous parties. Sometimes one too many ships come through, and I hope the stars tell their captain that the waters are calm enough to drop the anchor and sleep at night. He looks to the stars every sunset, yet he must always go on. He’s deafening hues and glittering dreams. He’s exquisite in his ferocious grind with beauty flowing from him in tunes and melodies that ripple through the vast ocean and glisten under the twilight. The stars never disappear after sunrise. 

II. Too much stardust in the making of one person births new stars in the form of eyes which brim with uncontainable light spilling down smiling cheeks, strawberry-stained with soft, tender love. He’s the king of the stars, the light in the ship’s long nights spent sailing through quiet waters and turbulence. Every other star would fall from the sky to grant his wishes and renew to see him again, wrapped in pastel pink primroses that bloom in his glow. He holds the stars in his hands and tells them they are pretty, but doesn’t know we are more beautiful for the beauty that ebbs through his palms and his voice. 

III. When he lets words and songs fall he’s the warmth in running a hand through the fur of a golden retriever after an afternoon in the sun. Evanesced honey encapsulates his golden being, a sweet promise of falling six feet and an inch deep into eternal sunshine. He reaches to the stars and takes them with him as the ship cruises into the ever changing horizon that echoes dreams of ballads he hasn’t even sung, but already fill the air. Say his name, and he is luminous. 

IV. Existence meets artistry when body and soul is beautiful enough to rile the sea and capture the stars upon a graceful gaze, a smile ever so slight. The art he is blares across the seven seas in his quiet and he is divine, dazzling light and branded by Aphrodite’s kiss as her incarnation that walks the earth and sails the waves. A blue bird’s velvet feathers are smooth as an enchanted baritone for spellbound galaxies raining meteors for statuesque perfection come alive. The flower dances in the breeze, delicately lethal as poisoned perfume. I’m in love. 

V. The most majestic mountain commands all eyes on its unrelenting spirit: dreamer, diamond, fever dream itself, a harbour for the ship. The mountain lives in a boy sculpted by celestial hands, gorgeous in a dancing illusion of menace before a winged heart cherry-coloured with romantic fervour. His voice bounces across the water and into the reflection of the stars, like a cue to let go of the breaths they had held, and breathe. He smiles like summer sun, dimples deep as the sea below that might overflow with the stars’ zeal. He’s all bewitching and more, more, more.

VI. He’s a flame, sunset-chrome fireworks ripping through the skies and stars turn to moths when his words cascade in rolling thunders. He’s in the lingering ring in my ears, the roar of thousands of voices, the arrow to hearts that skip a beat every time he proclaims his dynasty. Wake up world, his eyes say, and don’t stop staring. Yet he is cotton clouds and a sprinkle of rain to a hot day in August. A laughing conundrum, an untitled song. 

VII. Can stars wish upon themselves? For ivory silk, black velvet, brimming heart and cherry lips. Foxy eyes that twinkle like a million fairy lights when he laughs out the answer to cloudy grey days. Torrents of love borne by one shining soul flood whole stadiums when he dances like lithe butterfly wings or morphs into a vivacious panther stealing stars with a biting gaze. He’s so achingly beautiful (he’s wonderland). All the stars would empty their light on the surface of the ocean just so he could see his reflection painted in loving reverence. 

VIII. The apple of the eye of the storm boils the ocean with spellbinding song, raising magical mist all the way to shroud the stars in lavender, violet, indigo fantasies. He sings an eternity of new galaxies to life, one mortal holding up the cosmos with the finger every star is wrapped around, and new stars are born each day. The universe is still when his music fades, each star unblinking in awaiting for the next ship his smile may grace. Waiting, waiting, shining, still here. His timeless smile tells the world he is radiant even in the silence between songs - a lover loved to the edge of each universe.

You are here in the years I walk alone, sealing the cracks in the rocky road:

The curtain call of my teenage dream, the shore of my wild unknown.

You’re a September song I’ll dance into the dusk, ever and after the silence falls. 

[movedtoferinehuntress]

☾ *  ── CHARACTER AESTHETICS .

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list.

i. 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 .    red. brown. orange.  yellow. green.  blue. purple.  pink. black.  white. teal. silver. gold.  grey.  lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal. grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream.  mint green.

ii. 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 .    fire. ice. water. air. earth.  rain.  snow.  wind. moon. stars.  sun.  heat. cold. steam.  frost. lightening.  sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk.  twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset.  dewdrops.

iii. 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .    claws. long fingers.  fangs.  teeth.  wings.  tails.  lips.  bare feet. freckles.  bruises. canine.  scars. scratches. ears. wounds.  burns. spikes.  feathers.  webs.  eyes.  hands.  sweat.  tears.  feline.  chubby.  curvy.  short. tall.  normal height.  muscular.  slender. trained. piercings.  tattoos. strong. weak.  shapeshifting.

iv. 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐘 .    fists. sword.  dagger.  spear.  scythe.  bow and arrow.  hammer.  shield.  poison.  guns.  axes.  throwing axes.  whips. knives. throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers.  machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staffs.  wands.  powers.  magical items.  magic. rocks.

v. 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 .    gold. silver. platinum. titanium.  diamonds.  pearls.  rubies.  sapphires. emeralds.  amethyst. metal.  iron. rust.  steel.  glass. wood.  porcelain.  paper.  wool.  fur.  lace. leather. copper. silk.  velvet. denim.  linen.  cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone. asphalt.  brick. marble. dust.  glitter.  blood. dirt.  mud. smoke.  ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.  yarn.  slime.

vi. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 .    grass.  leaves .  trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies.  tulips.  holly.  lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. seeds.  hay. sand.  rocks.  snow. ice.  roots.  flowers. ocean. river.  lake.  meadow.  forest.  desert.  tundra. savanna.  rain forest.  swamp.  caves.  underwater.  coral reef.beach. waves. space.  clouds.  mountains.  fungi.  cliffs.

vii. 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 .    lions. wolves. tiger. black panther. eagles. owls.  falcons. hawks.  swans.  snakes. turtles.  ducks.  bugs.  roaches.  spiders.  birds.  whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses.  cats. dogs.  bunnies.  praying mantis.  crows.  ravens.  mice.  lizards.  frogs.  bears.  werewolves. unicorns.  pegasus.  dinosaurs.  dragons.

viii. 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 .    sugar.  salt.  water.  candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne. hard liquor.  beer.  coffee. tea.  spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  cherry.  strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish.  pies.  desserts. chocolate.  cream. caramel.  berries.   nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos.  pizza.

ix. 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 .    music.  art.  watercolors.  gardening.  smithing.  sculpting.  painting. sketching. fighting.  fencing.  riding. writing. composing.  cooking. sewing.  training. dancing.  acting. singing. martial arts.  self-defense.  electronics.  technology. cameras.  video cameras.  video games. computer.  phone.  movies. theater. libraries.  books. magazines. poetry.  philosophy. cds. records.  vinyls.  cassettes.  piano.  violin.  cello. guitar.  electronic guitar. bass guitar.  harmonica.  synthesizers.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass. trumpet.  flute. drums.  bells. playing cards.  poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating.  climbing. running.

x. 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 .    lingerie.  armor. cape.  dress.  suit.  tunic. vest.  shirt. boots.  heels.  leggings. trousers.  jeans.  skirt.  jewelry.  earrings.  necklace.  bracelet. ring. pendant.  hat.  crown.  circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets.  doublet.  chest plate.  gorget.  bracers.  belt. sash.  coat. jacket. hood.  gloves. socks. masks.  cowls.  braces.  watches. glasses. sun glasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup.

xi. 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 .    balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. landscape. light.  dark.  candles.  war.  peace. money. power.  percussion.  clocks. photos.  mirrors.  pets.  diary.  fairy lights.  madness.  sanity.  sadness.  happiness.  optimism. pessimism.  loneliness. anger.  family. friends. assistants.  co-workers.  enemies.  lovers.  loyalty. smoking.  alcohol.  drugs.  kindness.  love. embracing.

[starrynightarchive]

that's IT im writing a kunichuu cherry magic au with kunikida tsuge and delivery guy chuuya

@littencloud9

[celestial-sapphicss]

Vi! I was scrolling through my dashboard and I came across your post. Honestly was not expecting to see Thai people making a remake of Cherry Magic, that too with TayNew. Oh god, what the hell are they thinking? GMMTV, I love you for giving me PatPran but god, I do not trust you with my awkward Adachi baby and the loml Kurosawa!

~ @tipsyjaehyun

RAINNNN! so good to hear from you 💕

I'm as scared of the Cherry Magic remake as Neha/Tony Kakkar remakes of iconic Bollywood music.

I don't think TayNew can pull off the sweet innocence and maturity of Kurosawa & Adachi. It simply cannot be done. Also, New is wayyyyyyy too polished (in the promo pics) to have that Adachi energy. I am excited to see Tay as Kurosawa thought, the pining 😩😂. Maybe had it been some fresh faces, I'd have been inclined to go in it with an open mind but nawwwww.

I saw the Cherry Magic Movie last night and just the brilliance of the writing is even more exemplified by the portrayal of the actors ✨🤌 There is so much nuance in tackling the issues, yet it has much softness and goofiness to it. Even the show had an emphasis on the characters rather than the actual "magic" but I somehow get the feeling that's not gonna be the case for the remake.

There would have to have excellent direction/writing/adapting to make this even remotely work and I would most likely watch it to lose my head over it with y'all but I do want to keep the good feels and the butterflies the original version gave me 🥰

[atdutiesend]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

I. favourite colours: shockingly, I was a pink lover growing up. These days it's green.

II. favourite flavours: garlic, [sweet] lemon, cherry, chocolate, mint

III. favourite genres: eclectic but fantasy and sci fi tend to be favorites. Horror depending on how it hits. Also magical girl [because literally everyone will drag me if I don't mention it].

IV. favourite music: also eclectic. If I had to pick, electroswing is my go to, but I continue to befuddle most music services.

V. favourite movies: when I was little, the Princess Bride was my all time favorite. I also really like the Woman in Black and Adolescence of Utena is way up there too.

VI. favourite series: not really a tv show person, but we once again have the low-hanging fruit of Revolutionary Girl Utena.

VII. last song: Nightmare - Derivakat

VIII. last series: uuuuh... It was either Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I'm Not the Demon Lord, or I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss, or 7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy! - I watched them all around the same time. Yeah I have a type.

IX. last movie: Lilo and Sitch?

X. currently reading: Storm Front, Jim Butcher

XI. currently watching: Nothin'.

XII. currently working on: my mental health, stealing ur answer.

tagged by: @starsasunder.

tagging: tag urself :V

[shculley]

Top 100 Albums of 2022

100. Guerrilla Toss - Famously Alive

99. Romero - Turn It On!

98. Battle Ave. - I Saw the Egg

97. Silverbacks - Archive Material

96. Gang of Youths - Angel In Realtime

95. Jana Horn - Optimism

94. Sunflower Bean - Headful of Sugar

93. Spiral Stairs - Medley Attack

92. Disq - Desperately Imagining Someplace Quiet

91. Widowspeak - The Jacket

90. Anxious - Little Green House

89. Holy Fawn - Dimensional Bleed

88. Ty Segall - Hello, Hi

87. Kevin Morby - This Is a Photograph

86. The Dead Tongues - Dust

85. Phoenix - Alpha Zulu

84. Preoccupations - Arrangements

83. Perfume Genius - Ugly Season

82. Wild Pink - ILYSM

81. Nick Hakim - COMETA

80. Toro y Moi - Mahal

79. Peel Dream Magazine - Pad

78. Titus Andronicus - The Will To Live

77. Built To Spill - When the Wind Forgets Your Name

76. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Ice, Death, Planets, Lungs, Mushrooms and Lava

75. Martin Courtney - Magic Sign

74. Caracara - New Preoccupations

73. Duster - Together

72. Tony Molina - In the Fade

71. Jack White - Fear of the Dawn

70. String Machine - Hallelujah Hell Yeah

69. Horsegirl - Versions of Modern Performance

68. Cloakroom - Dissolution Wave

67. Band of Horses - Things Are Great

66. Drowse - Wane Into It

65. Sam Prekop, John McEntire - Sons Of

64. Daniel Bachman - Almanac Behind

63. Death Cab for Cutie - Asphalt Meadows

62. Cass McCombs - Heartmind

61. Young Jesus - Shepherd Head

60. Wilco - Cruel Country

59. Cola - Deep In View

58. Mount Kimbie - MK3.5 Die Cuts / City Planning

57. black midi - Hellfire

56. Dry Cleaning - Stumpwork

55. Florist - Florist

54. S.C.A.B. - S.C.A.B.

53. Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

52. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Changes

51. Show Me the Body - Trouble the Water

50. Daphni - Cherry

49. of Montreal - Freewave Lucifer f<ck f^ck f>ck

48. Pinegrove - 11:11

47. Dehd - Blue Skies

46. Spoon - Lucifer on the Sofa

45. Daniel Rossen - You Belong There

44. Jockstrap - I Love You Jennifer B

43. Porridge Radio - Waterslide, Diving Board, Ladder To the Sky

42. Tomberlin - I Don’t Know Who Needs To Hear This...

41. Babehoven - Light Moving Time

40. Joyce Manner - 40 oz. to Fresno

39. Arcade Fire - We

38. Yard Act - The Overload

37. Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Endless Rooms

36. Papercuts - Past Life Regression

35. Bonny Light Horseman - Rolling Golden Holy

34. Thee Oh Sees - A Foul Form

33. The Range - Mercury

32. Gold Panda - The Work

31. Hot Chip - Freakout/Release

30. High Vis - Blending

29. Nilufer Yanya - Painless

28. Aldous Harding - Warm Chris

27. Bloc Party - Alpha Games

26. SPICE - Viv

25. Destroyer - Labyrinthitis

24. Kurt Vile - (watch my moves)

23. Spiritualized - Everything Was Beautiful

22. Animal Collective - Time Skiffs

21. Crime of Passing - Crime of Passing

20. Fontaines D.C. - Skinty Fia

19. Drugdealer - Hiding in Plain Sight

18. Belle and Sebastian - A Bit of Previous

17. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Omnium Gatherum

16. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Cool It Down

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14. MJ Lenderman - Boat Songs

13. Beach House - Once Twice Melody

12. The Smile - A Light for Attracting Attention

11. Arctic Monkeys - The Car

10. Alvvays - Blue Rev

9. Cate Le Bon - Pompeii

8. Big Thief - Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You

7. Friendship - Love the Stranger

6. Wet Leg - Wet Leg

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4. Real Lies - Lad Ash

3. Alex G - God Save the Animals

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1. Black Country, New Road - Ants From Up There

[jonlovessansa]

THE SUMMERWINE

DISCLAIMER: In light of the recent leaks, and some consequent worry, I decided to reveal one of the clues I found in the books that confirms Jon/Sansa and at the same time PoliticalJon. It is neither the biggest nor the sweetest to me... but it is the first one I found, the one that allowed me to discover all the others, and since it basically does nothing but confirm the theory that we all supported in the past months, plus some recent spoilers, I think I won't ruin anyone's party by revealing it. Now, for those of you who rightfully prefer to watch the new season for confirmations, I'm going to put a wall here, you decide whether to look beyond to see the burning candle…

As we all probably know by now, GRRM loves his symbolism, and that often results in wondering what he is really talking about most of the time, what he’s hinting at, even if the answer is right there in plain sight. I’d say confusion is the main key for GRRM!

That's what happens with the wine and the scenes that involve the wine, by which we learn some important things that I think are no news for many of you. The show made some changes, but remaining in the books, I’m going to tell you briefly.

Starting with the ARBOR GOLD, that we find it’s linked to LIES. We’re informed directly by Littlefinger:

“We shall serve him lies and Arbor gold, and he’ll drink them down and ask for more, I promise you... You see the wonders that can be worked with lies and Arbor gold?” (AFFC - SANSA I)

And thanks to him, Sansa learns it too:

“Lies and Arbor gold, she thought. "I am Alayne, Father. Who else would I be?" .

But the examples are numerous: Baelish serves arbor gold while scheming and lying to his guests; Illyrio offers it to Tyrion while telling him the fake story of fAegon; fAegon says Varys gave a jug to fdeadAegon’s father for the hypothetical switching; Sansa and Tyrion drink it during their unconsummated wedding night; it’s the wine of Ramsey and fArya wedding… and so on.

Then there is the ARBOR RED, which is used to hide poisons and poisonous intentions: Joffrey drinks a poisoned cup before dying, Tyrion uses it to drug Cersei, Maester Cressen tries to kill Melisandre with a poisoned cup of it, only to be the one who ends up dead instead...

There’s still so much more to say, but let’s move on to the precise topic of this post.

The SUMMERWINE

RED. DORNISH. SWEET. SUMMER. WINE. 

Don’t you think it’s pretty clear what we’re talking about here just by reading that? But in AGOT King Robert spills the truth, GRRM way, to convince Ned to go to King’s Landing:

Flowers everywhere, the markets bursting with food, the summerwines so cheap and so good that you can get drunk just breathing the air. Everyone is fat and drunk and rich." He laughed and slapped his own ample stomach a thump. "And the girls, Ned!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. "I swear, women lose all modesty in the heat. They swim naked in the river, right beneath the castle. Even in the streets, it's too damn hot for wool or fur, so they go around in these short gowns, silk if they have the silver and cotton if not, but it's all the same when they start sweating and the cloth sticks to their skin, they might as well be naked." The king laughed happily. (AGOT - NED I)

The reference is clear for me: in King’s Landing you can find in every corner the easiest version of LOVE, the kind that you can find in one of the many brothels the city seems to be famous for...

With this important symbolism it’s interesting that in the books we have very few mentions of the SUMMERWINE, and only three times they are significant, all in A GAME OF THRONES: JON I, SANSA II, DAENERYS VI.

In both Jon and Sansa’s chapters the setting is very similar: there’s a feast (Winterfell’s Great Hall for King Robert / in King’s Landing for The Hand’s Tourney), the music of the singers (playing the high harp and reciting a ballad /filling the dusk with music), a knight (Jamie, the Lion of Lannister /Loras, a true knight), an uncle (Benjen /Jaime), a dog (the Hound/Ghost) and a fool (Robb, grinning like a fool /Moon Boy, the king's own fool). Among all these common ingredients, the best part is that Jon and Sansa both get drunk on summerwine for the first time. 

“(Joffrey) raised his hand to summon a servant with a flagon of iced summerwine, and poured her a cup... The servants kept the cups filled all night, yet afterward Sansa could not recall ever tasting the wine. She needed no wine. She was drunk on the magic of the night.” (AGOT - SANSA II)

Sansa is drunk on summerwine even if she doesn’t actually drink it, which means that she is only drunk on the promise of the beautiful life in front of her, like probably every sweet romantic child in her position. She’s not in love with Joffrey, she doesn’t know him at this point, she doesn’t know what a monster he is. She is in love with the idea of being in love with the Prince, being betrothed to him, becoming a Queen, of all her dreams of princesses and knights coming true. She is only drunk with the idea of summerwine!

But do you know who is realllllllly drunk in love on summerwine? Jon is! 

”He settled back in his place on the bench among the younger squires and drank. The sweet, fruity taste of summerwine filled his mouth and brought a smile to his lips... Down here on the benches, there was no one to stop Jon drinking as much as he had a thirst for. And he was finding that he had a man’s thirst, to the raucous delight of the youths around him, who urged him on every time he drained a glass... Jon had started drinking then, and he had not stopped... He swallowed another gulp of wine... Benjen Stark straddled the bench with long legs and took the wine cup out of Jon’s hand. “Summerwine,” he said after a taste. “Nothing so sweet. How many cups have you had, Jon?” Jon smiled. Ben Stark laughed. “As I feared. Ah, well. I believe I was younger than you the first time I got truly and sincerely drunk.” (AGOT - JON I)

The show, again, hid some important clues by not having Jon attending the feast, but what remains the same is his request to uncle Benjen to go with him to the Wall and so have a chance to be a knightly kind of honourable man (like Lord Royce son Waymar, just to pick someone at random...) even if he’s a bastard.

It’s also useful to point out that in this occasion, we see FOR THE ONE AND ONLY TIME IN ALL THE BOOKS, jealous Jon flourishing:

-“Joffrey, younger than Jon or Robb, but taller than either, to Jon’s VAST DISMAY”;

-“Sansa looked RADIANT as she walked beside him”; “Prince Joffrey had his sister’s hair and his mother’s deep green eyes. A thick tangle of blond curls dripped down past his golden choker and high velvet collar… but Jon did not like Joffrey’s pouty lips“; but what he thinks of Jaime, who looks exactly like the young Prince? He was “tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife… Jon found it hard to look away from him. This is what a king should look like” (if Joffrey looks like Jamie and Jaime looks like a king, then Joffrey looks like a king too... just saying!)

From other POV we also learn that: 

-  while there’s a hunt with the king to provide a very wild boar for the feast, “Jon and his wolf were nowhere to be found”; “Jon seemed to be angry at everyone these days.” (BRAN) 

- when Jon gives Arya “Needle”, he explicitly tells her: “And whatever you do...” Arya knew what was coming next. They said it together “Don’t... tell... Sansa!”. But talking with Sansa about Prince Joffrey Aria says: “Jon says he looks like a girl”. (ARYA) I think he forgot to tell her to shut up this particular time!

How can I say it simply: 

JON HAS ALWAYS HAD FEELINGS FOR HIS SISTER

and that’s it! I know many of you don’t like the idea very much and I really wanted to make a post about it to get everyone on board because in the books there are interesting things on the matter (I still have hope for a flashback of little Jon and little Sansa). I didn’t for lack of time and some specific spoilers... (if you want you can read HERE and HERE where I explain it a tiny bit), but remember that they were children, both in love with the stories of chivalry and heroism, it’s easy to think that sweet little Sansa was his precious jewel to protect, like she probably was for Robb; in the purest way, the same way your older brother is your hero when you’re a baby girl.

But then the “bastard” word came in and everything changed: Jon, already rejected from Catelyn, the only mother he’s ever known, was forced to distance himself from both of them, and probably started to develop not less pure but different feelings, born primarily from an instinct of love and protectiveness that he couldn’t possibly satisfy. That’s when it all became muddled. And, well, he has Targaryen blood in his veins…

But let’s see what happens in DAENERYS VI so I can close this case. I sum up the important part because it is too long:

At the WESTERN market Dany comes across a wine merchant: a small man from Lys (known as LYS THE LOVELY and THE PERFUMED SISTER), slender and handsome, his flaxen hair curled, who has a sweet red from Dorne that sings of plums and cherries and rich dark oak; he says: “A cask, a cup, a swallow? One taste, and you will name your child after me”. “I will try your summerwine,” she says. But then the merchant realizes that she is THE MOTHER OF DRAGONS and responds to her: “That? Dornish swill. It is not worthy of a princess. I have a dry red from the Arbor, crisp and delectable. Please, let me give you a cask …there is no finer drink.” She accepts: “You honor me, ser.” But Jorah stops her and says “I have a thirst” and sniffs the wine, frowning. It turns out that the wine is poisoned because King Robert wants her dead: “No. He cannot have my son.. The Usurper has woken the dragon now” she told herself, and her eyes went to the dragon’s eggs resting in their nest of dark velvet… Was it madness that seized her then, born of fear? Or some strange wisdom buried in her blood? Dany could not have said. She heard her own voice saying, “Ser Jorah, light the brazier.”  

Sooooo…..

A SLENDER and HANDSOME man with CURLED HAIR and SMALL of stature,

who comes from THE LOVELY and PERFUMED SISTER

offers Daenerys a swallow of his sweet red Dornish wine, i.e. SUMMERWINE, i.e. LOVE, promising her a child named after him. 

But knowing she’s the MOTHER OF DRAGONS

what he really intends to give her is a poisoned ARBOR RED, which comes FROM THE REACH. 

She has no reason not to trust the courteous man, she is HONORED that he thinks she deserves his most precious load

So she accepts his offer. But Jorah, who has A THIRST like the man’s thirst Jon had the night of the feast when Sansa looked RADIANT and he was jealous,

senses that something is wrong. He is right. So she goes berserk: “HE WON’T HAVE MY CHILD” (I let you decide if she is symbolically speaking of a baby or a dragon), a MADNESS seizes her… and so she decides it’s time to LIGHT A PIT...

Sounds familiar?

Enjoy the new season guys...

Thanks for listening!

P.S. All the gifs are from GOOGLE

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@he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle, thanks for your reblog to this, and it’s funny: I was just talking yesterday to @bengiyo and a couple of other folks about a similar purview regarding comparative lenses across continental Asia. I hope you don’t mind my pilfering your reblog for a moment, and by NO MEANS am I criticizing your thoughts -- I’m offering my perspective and flavor as an Asian viewer here.

I wouldn’t necessarily compare a Japanese BL to a Thai BL. I think I go to those two nations vis à vis their BLs for vastly different reasons -- many of them rooted in an anthropological perspective of how the two nations see and translate love and sex. I see on Twitter a lot of dismay from fans of Cherry Magic Japan that Cherry Magic Thailand will, say, “corrupt” the original drama story. On my end, I’m going to try to hold myself accountable to NOT compare those two -- even though I did exactly that in my initial reblog (gotta hold myself accountable here!).

I’m going to try to separate comparisons as much as I can, because I think Japanese BLs try to achieve messaging and styles in their dorama works to serve a very specifically Japanese audience. We were discussing yesterday that Japanese BLs have a vastly different distribution structure, for instance -- MANY doramas are often NOTORIOUSLY hard to watch legally, if at all -- and an interest or demand in developing international fandoms is not as valued within the business structures of the industry as they are valued in the Thai BL industry. 

Thus: Japanese BLs serve a Japanese lens, a Japanese perspective on life, and I LOVE that these shows and filmmakers, in many cases, don’t give a damn about any perspectives outside of the nation. I go to Japanese BLs, in part, to learn about Japan, and to also seek out comparative understanding of what I’m watching as an Asian -- but I don’t always UNDERSTAND, culturally, what’s happening, because I’m not Japanese, and that’s okay with me.

So Kurosawa not kissing Adachi: I am okay with that. Machida Keita’s contracts, from what I understand, are expensive by way of having him kiss anyone, regardless of gender. I happened TO LOVE the no-kissing in Cherry Magic. I think the no-kissing was a uniquely Japanese way of communicating Kurosawa’s and Adachi’s intimacy. And we saw their emotional intimacy in so many other ways. And the indications for sex, especially in the movie, were right there in front of us. I like that Japanese art often takes us to a place that is not so physically obvious -- but the messaging of the intimacy is right there for us to enjoy.

Thailand, obviously, serves something different. Many Thai BLs serve physical intimacy, and many don’t (take 2gether, for example). While I can assume that a Thai BL will be more comfortable with showing more intimacy, I also don’t want to hold that expectation towards any single filmmaker in Thailand. It’s known that Aof Noppharnach has often avoided physical intimacy in some of his shows. It’s why I’m particularly concerned about the fandom’s demand for sex in Only Friends, as a Jojo Tichakorn-show is GOING to also have messaging, and that messaging is likely going to go over the heads of the girlies demanding [EDITED TO ADD: only] softcore porn. (I always say to friends: you wanna see dudes kiss and boing? Queer porn! It’s there and if you find something you like, ENJOY IT, because it’ll be GREAT. The pressure on the BL actors to physically serve concerns me.)

[EDITING TO ADD: I don't mean to indicate here that sex in BLs should be shameful -- it should be celebrated! But I think we should make sure we keep in mind that most often, Thai BLs also have messaging that may get lost in the fog of expectations for sex alone. Thank you to the lovely anonymous person in my DMs for checking me on this!]

I am going to REALLY ENJOY Thailand’s take on Cherry Magic, because I think we need more BL office dramas across the board (redemption from Step By Step, maybe, HA), and, AND! TayNew are older. So we’re also going to get a slightly older perspective on love in this drama. And TayNew are BACK, baby. I can’t wait. 

Definitely to your point, @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle -- the comedic approaches between Thailand and Japan are also different. I really appreciated, when I was first getting into Cherry Magic Japan, that Kurosawa was described as “campy.” I thought that totally fit. Machida as Kurosawa was SO over the top -- in a very Japanese way. I don’t *see* Tay approaching Karan quite the same way -- he’ll do it in his own Tay way, influenced by his cultural read on how Thailand will interpret the source material. But I cannot wait, because I think he’s gonna take the character in a different direction and be fabulous about it.

All of this to say: I cannot wait to see what Thailand will do with this. Ignoring my rule for a second -- I am so in love with Cherry Magic Japan, AND I am in love, mostly, with what GMMTV has been producing lately. I am hoping and praying that we get a great Thai office drama out of this material, one that is thoughtful about a lack of sexual experience for a man in his thirties, and how he receives love from a suitor, AND how he’s received by a Thai and an international audience. It’s going to be a lot of fun, and very anthropologically interesting for me to watch.

@emotionallychargedtowel, I tagged you yesterday if you had any more thoughts on this from your expert perspective as a consumer of Japanese media, and if @isaksbestpillow is also around and interested, I wonder if you have thoughts, too (I hope you’re feeling well, Siiri!). 

Whew, that turned out to be a long ramble, @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle​ -- THANK YOU for making me think on this!

Ooohhhh Cherry magic remake pilot!

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