#what if those books are the one thing you cant control

[risingsunresistance]

need a fanfic writer to take interest in hypixel limbo... there's so much you could do with it, so many ways to take the little bit of worldbuilding it has

[vellichxrr6782]

please please please write alhaitham being WHIPPED for his cute short lover

— aiming low, aiming high.

character[s] — alhaitham. theme & genre — alhaitham helps you place a book on the shelf, but not without slipping a few teasing remarks about your height. cw/tw — none. word count — 800+ words. a/n — when im short but i cant write short reader and when i kin alhaitham but i cant write alhaitham 💔💔

alhaitham is a man of great restraint, which all seemingly disappears when it comes to you, his lover. a few months ago, you started dating the scribe, who was the dictionary definition of stoic and unassuming. he didn't quite care for attention from those he wasn't privy to.

but he found himself wanting your attention all the time. it was an odd feeling for him; to be so... dependent. he was used to doing things alone, but then you appeared like some sandstorm, wrecking any level of control he had in his life.

he was sitting at his desk, while you sorted through his books. he'd given you a pattern that he preferred to have his books arranged in, when you'd said something about how messy his office was.

"i don't need it to be clean when i know exactly where everything is." he had told you. "if your desk has books on it, where will i sit?" "on the chair." "..."

alhaitham saw you reach up, holding an ivy book with gold cutouts. it was a heavy book, and you struggled to hold it properly and push it into the slot. due to your small stature, you had to stand on your tip-toes to try and reach it.

a slight smile (yet another thing he couldn't control because of you) made its way onto his lips as he observed you. you were... well, if he had to put it objectively, short.

the height difference between you two was rather prominent. alhaitham was tall to begin with, and he'd never really cared for his height until he met you. he enjoyed being the taller one, more than he'd like to admit. it was amusing to him, to provide absent-minded musings about your short stature, and even more amusing seeing your expected reactions.

he loved it when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, he loved it when you fit so snugly against his body when you two cuddled at night, and he loved the feeling of towering over you because it made him feel like he was protecting you.

not that you really needed any protecting. you were well capable of dealing with people. they say the smallest people have anger that's more concentrated; and he found it to be true when it came to you. you were vibrant in your expressions, quite different to him.

you were like the sun, and he was the moon. and even the moon sought the sun's light, after all.

you didn't realise when he'd snuck up behind you, both hands wrapping around your waist. he bended down to rest his chin on your shoulder, taking in the scent of your freshly washed clothes. there was a soft warmth in your embrace, what he'd define nostalgically as home.

"need some help, habibti?" he murmured, his voice low, his heated breath hitting your ear in a way that made you shiver.

"i'll be fine," you replied, warding off the butterflies in your stomach, "it's a book."

"this book seems to be greatly troubling my lover," he said, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "i can't stand to see you in such perplexion. should i deal with it for you?"

you flushed a little at him calling you his lover. he'd said it before, but it felt odd to hear someone like him say the word as if he was saying hello. he didn't wait for your response, his hand grasping yours atop the book, deftly wrestling the book out of your hold and placing it into the slot.

you coughed, once, turning to meet his gaze. you had to look up at him, your eyes narrowing into an unamused expression when you saw that smirk on his lips.

"i'm expecting a comment about my height." you said, crossing your arms.

"i wasn't going to do it." he replied, but you weren't convinced. it was almost like he was holding back laughter. when he saw you stare at him, unconvinced, he slumped his shoulders, snaking his big arms around your small figure.

"i could fit you in my pocket." he spoke, leaning down to rest his head against your shoulder. "like a mini [name]. maybe you could take care of my keys for me, make sure i don't accidentally grab kaveh's."

"and there it is." you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he wanted to pick you up and... well, he didn't think that far. that train of thought crashed the second you pressed your lips against his.

he kissed you back, cupping your cheek. when he pulled away, he didn't really know what expression to make. his mind naturally settled for a smile, his eyes narrowed teasingly.

and here comes the second attack-!

"you're so short. my back hurts from crouching like this to kiss you." he said, feigning a woeful tone. critical hit, no survivors.

"don't make me hit you." came your quick reply. "hit me where?" he chuckled, "my face? you'll need a stool to reach that, habibti." "i can still reach your knees."

posted on 10th july, 2024.

[gothicflowers]

Listen, Alex has been consuming my brain for weeks. It’s a whole issue (it’s not an issue, I love it really). So can I get something that’s maybe a little darker with him? Doesn’t have to be too dark, just maybe showing that side that isn’t the golden retriever we all love. Maybe a little more of that something that makes him such a good CIA operative.

Something protective/possessive perhaps? Can be NSFW or not, totally up to you.

Also, I hope you’re doing well! I know what it’s like to just need a distraction and get out of your head for a bit 💙

(MDNI +18)

Sorry this took me forever but I’ve been fighting waves of ADHD paralysis that even my meds cant fight. And I’m doing a little better, not fully healthy but I’m getting there❤️

ALEX KELLER IS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER.

At least that’s what he lets you see.

Because he doesn’t want you to know how dark and dirty he can be. Your family is fully convinced that he is the perfect man, which he truly is. Always getting you flowers and planning dates or small getaways. You clearly won the lottery with Alex. You see Alex as a night in shining armor, a kiss from the stars.

But Alex sees you as the dusk sky, beautiful colors that light up the sky before the light disappears. Soft delicate hands to hold, no blood or dirt under your nails. Your voice is the crackling of a fireplace in deep December snow that warms his soul. You’re the flower that blooms from the spring frost after he tills the ground with his bare hands.

Alex has fought for too long and shed too much blood in the name of justice and peace for anything to take away the one pure thing the universe owes him. You.

But sometimes dispute all his training and good intentions you see small glimmers of what Alex could be if he didn’t keep himself in check. Sometimes it’s in the way you end up bent over the counter with his fingers laced tightly in your hair as he rants on about this little bitchy attitude you’ve had since you woke up. He knows you love it and it feeds a dark pit of control that burns for you. Every thrust making you gasp. All Alex can grunt out of his gritting teeth is MINE. MINE. MINE. And is he gonna let you come? No. Not unless your pretty little eyes are welling with lust and love filled tears begging to cum. He’ll eventually let go of your hair and hold you by the jaw and let you confess that you just needed some dick, and he’s the only one that can satisfy your craving. Such a sweet thing, such perfection, so delicate.

Alex doesn’t mind letting other guys how possessive he can get. He didn’t like that guy that keep trying to dance with you at the bar. It’s surely a coincidence that guy slipped and hit his head on the sink. Other times it’s simply staring them down with a look that even Simon wouldn’t mess with.

When your ex tried to weasel their way back into your heart they abruptly stopped. They sent flowers, chocolates, jewelry, everything they could think of to win you back. You figured they finally got the message that you didn’t want them. But in reality your ex came home to a large envelope packed full of evidence of everything they’ve ever done, things you never knew about. Paired with a simple note “leave what is mine alone or else”.

Alex never wants you to know about what he truly does. Would you ever hold his hand again knowing how blood stained they are? Would those soft lips still say I love you? Despite his pure intentions he knows not all of his orders he’s been given were good. So he just tells you he works in surveillance. It eases your mind thinking he’s hiding on a roof somewhere, not down in a gunfight.

When he comes home after an extended time away you’re distraught with worry that he lost his leg. You will die never knowing the truth about what went down that day.

It’s not always that he wants to keep you in the dark, but sometimes it’s just truly classified information that you can’t know. And shouldn’t, it would give you nightmares. This man could rewrite history books if he shared what he knows.

Alex keeps hidden security cameras around the house. You don’t even realize they’re installed. He’s got extensive knowledge of technology and he used it to his advantage. He’s very good about keeping you a secret from his job but sometimes on those late nights he just needs to see you sleeping peacefully at home. And yes there is a tracker on your phone. Can’t lose track of his sweet little angel.

Everyone highly underestimates him. Too soft hearted, too eager, too naïve. The way his eyes darken and chest heaves as he stands covered in someone else’s blood shocks a room of experienced soldiers. A version of a man they rarely see, a version of a man you don’t know. Yet that version of him is who checks the house when he hear something at night. The version who corrects people who speak to you rudely. The version that growls in your ear from behind as your bodies tangle. The version who got rid of all of your problems. The Alex that will pull the earth apart and unleash hell to create a heaven on earth for you alone.

Alex is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

[lomltrentarnold]

❛ pretty dimples. ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

‣ hana’s notes : hey baes!!! this is my first trent work and i hope yall like this <33 this is just full of fluff bc he deserves the absolute world 🫶

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thinking about poking trent’s dimples because you were bored . . .

you would assume that you would be busy on a saturday, but that has proven wrong when you had no plans but to stay in with your boyfriend.

it was a quiet day for you too. slow, and oddly domestic.

as your boyfriend sat across from you on the couch, a controller in hand with his sheer focus was on the game playing, you cant help but admire him.

the feeling of papers on the tips on your fingers should’ve really brought you back to reading. it really should have. but instead, you were focusing on trent.

his dimples, specifically.

he’s pretty, that part was obvious. he’s a pretty boy. sometimes you think he’s prettier than you. (he is.)

but those dimples.

just takes it to a whole new level.

with your book long forgotten, you slowly moved to sit next to trent. thighs brushing as your hand softly caressing his.

“you alright, love?”

you quietly hummed out a response, his voice filled your heart with warmth and sending your pulse into overdrive.

he turned to look at you on his side, doe eyes looking at each other full of adoration. he sent you a warm smile that enhanced the slopes of his dimples and you feel light headed starring at him.

you didn’t even think about doing it but the next thing you know, you finger was poking one of trent’s dimples.

trent eyes widened a little, confused at your sudden behaviour, “what you doin’?”

you ignored his question, “your dimples are so cute.” you sighed dreamily, “i love them so much.”

trent could feel his cheeks heat up at your words. the way you spoke with such sincerity and fondness made his heart rate pick up.

cause there’s no way this gorgeous person in front of him just said that.

“thank you, baby.” he coughed out, flustered. turning back to his game, trying to stop himself for forming the biggest grin on his lips. “yer cute as well.”

you softly laughed at his reaction, and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, “my pretty boy.” you cuddled to his side, softly wrapping your arms around his. letting his perfume invade your senses.

trent kiss the top of your head as a comfortable silence blankets over the both of you.

its always like this with trent, easy, slow, comfy, homey. he feels like home and you love it.

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[kentosbabes]

I'm obssessed with your eren writings, they're the best, THEY ALL ARE AMAZING

I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!!!!!

as a token of my appreciation here are some bf Eren headcanons hope you enjoy <33 part 2 here

Bf-Eren who is a little controlling but in a sweet way like covering you in his jacket when your dress is a bit too exposing for him. He needs to know where and who you are with at all times because your the best thing to him and he cant risk loosing you. Also his trust issues are SCREAMING and although he gets an ego boost knowing how others look at you knowing your all his, he can get a little insecure and gets all clingy and cute.

Bf-Eren who makes sure you live the rich lavish life. He's paying for your hair and nails and loves it when you get his initial painted on one. He's taking you out to fancy restaurants and ensuring everything you eat is of the best quality. He loves cutting up your food for you and treating you like the princess you are.

Bf-Eren who takes you shopping constantly watching you spend all of his money while he sits as you change in and out of dresses in the dressing room, and sometimes when he just cant take it anymore he's joining you for a quickie so he can get rid of his hard after seeing you in those short skirts and dresses.

Bf-Eren who begs you every night to shower or bath with him. He loves how you massage the soap into his skin after an long day at work. Your fingers running through his hair rubbing in the shampoo as he leans to place his forehead on your shoulder as you massage his scalp.

Bf-Eren who has to be touching you at all times, weather its walking hand in hand or having you sit on his lap while he works. Even if your cooking dinner he will be behind you running his hands up and down your body with his chin on your shoulder whispering 'your skin is so soft' in your ear.

Bf-Eren who cant kiss you for longer than 10 seconds without it leading to sex. your too irresistible to him the taste of your lips just beg him to take more of you. With you pushed against the wall of the shower he's thrusting slow and deep into you from behind leaving hickeys all across your shoulders and neck.

Bf-Eren who cant stop talking about you to his friends and co- workers. He would be sitting at his desk eating one of your baked goods while he gushes about you to Armin at the desk next to him. and when its a 'guys' night and they are out at the club he's often laying in bed with you instead watching videos of drunk Jean, Connie's sends into the group chat that you both laugh at.

Bf-Eren who adores how innocent you look when you wear your glasses and one of those tiny crop top as you sit on the couch next to him reading a book. You have no idea what your doing to him and he's quick to pull you onto him making you sit on his cock while you read aloud to him whining for him to just fuck you 'But baby you look so cute. just a little longer I promise mama and then I'll fuck you senseless.'

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[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Heyy , i'm back🤭

Alright, getting to the point.

How would it be like Jeff and E.J. when I find out their y/n is a witch?

Oooh a witch! As a green "witch" myself i finally have a fic i can base off my own experiences 😈

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff the killer

He's kind of disrespectful with it tbh

Hes such a little shit omg

"Jeff! That moon water was supposed to last me the whole month!"

"I was thirsty, shit"

Well, at least he's cleansed now

He likes looking at your crystals

He especially likes the natural ores, like the big amethysts or flourite shards

His favorite is obsidian

He asks to help with your spells and rituals constantly

He's more into the whole blood sacrifice, baneful magic shit, so if that's not your practice, He's not as into it but he'll still be interested

If you ever wanna do something involving him, he'll most likely say yes

He'll let you cleanse him, He'll help you with gathering materials, etc

But he absolutely will not meditate with you

His adhd having ass will not be able to focus for that long

Sometimes you have to bullshit him a bit

For example, if he comes home super angry at another one of the creeps;lets say he's angry at Tim

He'll be super angry at tim and he'll ask you to curse Tim

Which you obviously cant do

And so you make up a silly spell, that satisfies Jeff's need for a curse, but doesn't actually do anything to tim

Also, don't keep any of your magical shit in his room because i promise you, it will get ruined

Eyeless Jack

He finds your practice interesting

Most of the time he simply lays back and watches you do your thing, silently taking mental notes here and there

He'd also be happy to buy you more supplies

More candles, more herbs, more crystals, all of it

He will buy all of it

He personally wouldn't want to take part in any of your practices though

It just kind of makes him uncomfy

He just likes looking

However, he does enjoy the scientific parts of it

Like how humans are 70% water, and since the moon controls the tides he understands the fact that people believe in moon phases affecting them

Or how crystals are proven to vibrate at different frequncies, giving them all different properties

He likes geeking out with those scientific thoughts

And he will hapilly rant about it with you till the sun comes up

He would also probably like to look in your books and journals, just to see what he can learn from them

He is a very naturally skeptical person, so expect him to occassionally point out things he thinks are stupid or wrong

But other than that he will enjoy reading through your notes and books

Insence makes him sneeze so be weary of that

And anything burning in general

He's got a very sensetive nose

[bonefall]

How do you feel about "character joins bloodclan" aus? Im curious about ur thoughts since youre really in tune with the themes of the series but personally i just hate them bc its ALWAYS aimed at 'unfortunate' characters and always ALWAYS ignores the fact that bloodclan is a horrible place in-canon and that they're just reflavoring the abuse and trauma the characters qent through to be more emo or goth themed.

Ravenpaw is ALWAYS a prime target for this and its like. Great. You took the character being abused by their mentor figure and is being harmed from the violent culture the clan has generated... and giving them an EMO mentor figure who will inevitably abuse them and harm them as a result of the violent culture the emo clan has generated. Sasha is another one I've noticed- you've put the woman who lost her kit and is struggling to survive with the others while being controlled and abused by someone who sees her as an outsider (aka alone and easy to isolate), and are gonna put her in a faction who specifically separates kin from one another to easily control them and who have canonically tried murdering those who stick with their family. What was gained here.

Like i know bloodclan is revamped in ur au (thank god for it) but in canon bloodclan is HORRIBLE. People ignore that in favor of putting their favs into bloodclan bc bloodclan is cool and killed tigerstar that one time bc of revenge. Ravenpaw becomes Scourge AUS are SO SO SO much worse bc of this too- sure you manage to point out how scourge and raven has roughly similar stories in their youth but you could also do something interesting and make an au where raven and scourge are FOILS and do a firestar/scourge thing, while pointing this comparison out!! Instead you just went "Ravenpaw emo now and is sad about beating up Firestar his friend" and basically kept everything the same.

Sorry im basically venting here but i just dont like how people forget that scourge in canon does NOT look out for the 'little guy', he's a murderer and abuser who wants to keep his subjects afraid and separated so that he alone has power over them. Bloodclan is not the cool strong goth group, its the group where two cats slaughter eachother over a piece of twoleg scraps, only for the survivor to die bc the food was poisonous to cats and no one knew bc theres no cohesive group that can pass that knowledge around. its a fucking horrible place to live. Im not saying that you cant do interesting "character in bloodclan" aus (a Rusty who lives in bloodclan who STILL wants to do good but is shaped by the horrid reality of bloodclan would be fun imo) but its so often used with already traumatized characters as a 'solution' or 'fix-it with some emotional issues involved' that i just foam at the mouth and howl like a rabid animal on principle at this point.

Hmm... I think for me, it doesn't tend to read that way for me when the fandom makes AUs for it. I'm coming at BloodClan from a point of really deep critique and frustration.

BloodClan's not a REAL place, and what that means is, every speck of how horrible it was is a choice the writers made to justify its treatment. It was something they actively decided, because, BloodClan was a tool to suddenly invalidate the previous 5 books of TPB so that the series could comfortably conclude there was no need to upset the status quo.

If you haven't read it before, I recommend this post I made on how Darkest Hour Is A Personal Disappointment, but anyway;

We spend a whole series on how Fireheart challenges a broken society, because he is different. Their xenophobia, how isolationism and glory get people killed, the way that Tigerstar's greatest asset is how respected he is... these are bad things. They're things that Fireheart fights for several books.

But then, in the LAST book, in the 11th inning, they introduce BloodClan. They're just evil. They have no nuance. The narrative bends over backwards to stress that this group of evil foreigners LOVES murder, hates friendship, and doesn't believe in our good god.

Suddenly, the Clan cats have to be EXTRA xenophobic and glorious to kill these filthy, murderous foreign hordes. Clan cat belief in their good god makes them stronger than the bloodthirsty barbarians. Firestar kills Scourge and we can feel happy and triumphant about it, when Tigerstar was killed a few chapters ago and given a tragic sendoff.

So, I encourage you to step back from an emotional response to how Filthy and Murderous this group was portrayed, and look at it as a writing choice.

When Tigerstar, known cat-racist and murderer of mixed-race people, is killed by Scourge in self-defense, he is grieved by Firestar and commended for his "good qualities". (and then they retconned in that it was actually secretly revenge all along, not just self defense, so this killing is extra evil)

When Scourge is killed, Firestar just thinks about how it's cool he's not going to heaven, and how all of the previously ferocious BloodClan warriors look so inferior to the forest Clans.

And so, with all that said,

I'm 100% in favor of how the fandom widely looks at this, says, "fuck that" and just makes them the Cool Goth Group. I'd argue pretty strongly that the least nuanced idea of that is still infinitely better than canon.

There was nothing there. It was literally just Xenophobia-Is-JustifiedClan. They literally hated love and friendship and banned families so that Clan cats would look good in comparison. Banned families. You don't get this level of stupid evil from anything else but an 80s cartoon.

Maybe I just don't see the AUs you tend to see (I curate my Tumblr experience very well and generally hang out in more adult-oriented spaces, I can imagine a place like Amino being mostly kids who tend to be immature. Edgelord Angstpiddle is just a normal part of growing up), but every project I see that gives me a glimpse of BloodClan Ravenpaws and Sashas come with such tweaks already assumed.

Like, these are examples I've seen,

They'll have Raven be involved with the formation of BloodClan

Scourge will actually be a character with some pity and mercy, like how he was in Rise of Scourge when his abusive siblings begged him for food, and he fed them before sending them away.

no ban on love and friendship. Lol. Lmao, even.

More of the social structure will be based around acquiring food for people in a 'harsh' environment, leading to that battle, instead of just Evil Foreign Greed (which canon!scourge only had after being almost killed by tigerstar, because he said "actually, in light of new information that you are a murderer, i need to reconsider our deal.")

BloodClan will be overhauled completely. I've seen this a few ways. Connecting them to SkyClan, or the Oakstar raids on Chelford, or even as a positive entity; a surprise ally. (VERY common with BloodClan Ravenpaw AUs I've seen).

Anyways... (Shrug), I dunno dude, it doesn't bother me that much.

[mako-neexu]

[own interpretation/only for those who can forgive]

daddy kink jokes and getting "dad-zoned" aside, dantes does have a reasonable explanation for the behavior and stance. and maybe thats why i like writing it so much into my fanfics. i dont understand why people dislike this... (is it because of pseudo-incest??? age gap???) but i like it so ill make a post with my thoughts. cut below

because it does come back to the original novel, where when he was incarcerated, his betrothed was stolen away from him and married another bc of pressure, his father believed in him until the end but died without ever seeing his son again... and then there is the Abbe, whom was also his 'fate' and had treated him like a son. so i really get that Abbe Faria who was his light and guide during his time alive would be tremendous inspiration and hope to his heart that has tasted the bowels of despair. coupled with studying under the old man, there was no doubt he truly picked up a lot of things from the Abbe... but also as he is his own person, dantes became a demon of vengeance, one who is compassionate and understanding as well towards victims of circuimstance and highly advocates for determination and personal retribution when wronged.

now, towards fujimaru ritsuka - constantly told to us by the narrative to be the Avenger, Count of Monte Cristo's fate, star, light, accomplice, and "one and only" - his care for them is highly overprotective and selfless that it ultimately becomes selfish and "evil" because it is at the cost of someone else's blood spilled for their sake. he feels like an overprotective father because that is one of the roles he took upon himself... or rather, what you could consider as "canon" if you aren't including romantic implications. (after all, there is that significant age gap that leads many people to simply think that he is a "partner in crime" (platonic) / "older brother" or best friend / "dad" type if the romantic implication isn't preferred by the player....)

but because in prison tower, guda saved him by letting him be their "Abbe Faria" combined with how their soul is and just how guda thinks of him and treats him, the kind of love he has for Fujimaru Ritsuka, grown further overtime, is a kind of madness where you can call it "poisonous". both to him and guda... because if you also think about it, dantes is far more dangerous than any outer god trying to invade their body and destroy the world theyre living in considering dantes in the waste pit and the amount of things sakurai hinted...

one of the factors that also contribute to dantes "dad-zoning" (not really) guda is because guda's family was basically massacred so i think he wants to ease the pain a little bit by being the 'father' in the fake tokyo for them because he cant recreate people guda barely remembers/or isnt in the surface on the bleached earth considering everyone is inside chaldeas, but also being the vengeance demon FROM the book, he doesnt know how to act in any other way other than being the man that was thrown into prison, met the Abbe, and escaped alive. the novel is what the world remembers so those parts of himself that was the "Avenger" was engraved unto the world. in order to help guda, the only way he could do it was through an Avenger like him would. and the man who was saved that is Edmond Dantes's hope and fate- his inspiration is Abbe Faria, whom saw him as a son... and guided him like a light. because with that desire to guide as a light the same way dantes was saved, he put himself into the father role due to how strong his feelings are for fujimaru ritsuka.

even towards haydee, she was constantly referred to as a 'child' throughout the novel because of the age difference until haydee really pressed on and told dantes she loves him romantically. so even to haydee, he felt like a parental figure first even with the master-servant relationship (a time where he can finally have things in control and do what he must to protect those he loves) and to abbe faria, he felt like a friend and a son to the priest (a time where he needed guidance and knowledge) and combined with his personal experiences, he wants what is best for his accomplice.......so i think its really understandable why he would be so close to an "overprotective father" to guda.

its a tough kind of love, but also, so overwhelmingly sweet. where if you struggle and do your best, you will be greatly rewarded no matter what. but if there are factors beyond you that even you cant do, dantes, no matter how incomprehensible and unreasonable he may be, is there to be the fire that will pave your path clear. just as long as you yourself walk it and let him guide you through it. very much like a father...

[silenttrxxs]

Choi Brothers x Reader

And… we’re back… i will note that this will and is more based towards Choi San x reader than Choi Jongho x reader.. please let me know if you want any one shots or anything based with jongho or any other members.

You never really thought about the sheer fact that anything other than bug, animals and humans existed in the world but now your stood here, completely frozen on the spot with two vampires, baring their fangs at you and smirking.

“Think she believes us yet or do we need to show her more” san says laughing, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Jongho smiled a giggle leaving his mouth at the words. “Sure a little fun wouldn’t hurt would it” he says his eyes changing to a deep red before edging closer to you.

“Hey darling are you going to just stand there huh?” Jongho says trying to rise you from the trance they held you in.

“Jongho… I didn’t think you had it in you anymore, i thought all this vegetarianism from you was making you weak” San says shedding himself from the constraints of his jacket. His eyes darkening and his gaze locked on yours as you slowly come around to your senses the fear creeping through your body as you watched the two men coming towards you.

“God do you smell that she smells so sweet doesn’t she?” San says towering above you and inhaling the scent around you.

“I dont like it personally san you know this.. but each to their own” Jongho says laughing a little and holding your body.

“I wouldn’t mind a taste but that would break every rule i have ever set out in front of me for the past god knows how long” Jongho says leaning into you neck and inhaling the scent.

Before he let himself loose control he stood back. A deep sigh leaving his body before turning to San.

“Im going out i cant allow it take over you know this ill be with Yeosang if you need me” Jongho says grabbing his coat and leaving the house.

“Yeah yeah i know where you’ll be have fun” San says waving him off and turning his gaze back to you. His hands coming to caress the sides of your body.

Now it was just the two of you the aura of the room changed considerably. The room felt warm, too warm in fact you had no idea if it was the fact that since laying eyes on San or the fact that you was now pushed onto the couch, your body covered with him. The way that you feel shouldn’t be right, it was told in old mythology tales that humans and vampires should never intertwine but the feeling of him above you was too much, the universe clearly had plans for you and seeing the way his eyes glistened in the light from the fire sent shivers down your spine.

“God i could just devour you whole right now but i like to play with my food” San says a smirk splayed across his face before capturing your lips with his.

You felt the world slow, the way your mouths explored each other was something that you have never felt before, you found your hands wrapped around the back of his head trying to ensure that your stayed in this very moment. The skin below your fingertips cold to the touch, you was always told that vampires were cold blooded and all the other things these books come out with but you now was here with a perfect specimen to confirm those facts.

“Enjoying yourself there darlin” San says looking down at you as you slid your hands down his chest before landing at the hem of his shirt, watching the action san smirked pulling the clothing above his head and throwing it onto the floor. His hands gripping your wrists and guiding them down his body tracing each curve of his abs, your fingers bringing a new sense of warmth to him that he has never felt before. “Like what you see huh?” He says his voice hitching a little at the feeling before looking down to take in your gaze.

You let your eyes wander, taking in every single detail of his body, from the curves of his toned body to the scars dotted along his body, the moles that covered his body. He was truly beautiful, that’s the only word you could form in your dazed mind.

“G-god your beautiful san” You breathed out before leaning up to pull him closer your lips capturing his in a heated kiss, you felt the familiar feeling of arousal pooling between you both, the room filled with breathless gasps and moans as you melded together. San pulled away taking a moment to capture his breath before moving you both, settling to place you on his lap, a hand slipping into the hair at the base of your neck. Your hands gripping onto the back of the couch as you settled your hips down onto him, you tried to ignore the way you felt his bulge brushing against your aching core. Noticing the way your breath hitched san let out a giggle his hand gripping onto your hair a little tighter as he pulled you closer his other hand finding solace on your hip as he leaned into your neck. “So fucking sweet baby” he breathed out before inhaling your scent again and closing his lips around your pulse point. His hands carefully caressing your body sliding up the soft supple skin of your back your shirt riding up as he took the clothing from your body throwing it onto the floor. you took a moment to compose yourself the air thick between you both. Your gaze locking with Sans as you lifted yourself up a little, you hands splayed across his chest as you took in the sight below you, his eyes blown out from the sheer arousal, the slight glint of red poking through which you could only decipher as hunger. “Is someone hungry” You ask smirking a little as you move your hips slightly, testing the reaction. A deep growl reverberating through the room as he picked you up throwing your body over his shoulder as he took you to his room.

He kicked the door as he entered, walking straight to the bed and throwing your body onto the silk sheets. A smug giggle leaving his body as you watched his every move, his hands skilfully taking the remaining clothes from his body as he walked towards you. Gripping onto your clothes ripping the fabric as he stripped you bare, your clothes finding their way landing with a thud on the floor. Your breath caught in your throat as slight wines leave your throat. His body now towered over yours, his lips finding the most sensitive parts of your body as his hands skilfully applied pressure to the places that drove you crazy.

“God you have no idea how much I’ve craved you since the moment i laid eyes on you” San breathed out before applying pressure to your core, the noise that ripped through your throat was music to his ears. “So pretty keep making those noises for me baby” He says as his fingers find the sensitive bundle of nerves, your back arching into his touch as he giggled, finding his fingers plunging into your hole before you could utter another sound. The breath catching in your throat once more as he delved deep inside you. Your body was electric the way his hands splayed across your body, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pumped his fingers inside you at a brutal pace.

“So fucking tight baby” He breathes out as his grip on your throat tightens at the same time your core clenches around his fingers.

“Thats it show me how badly you want it my love” He says his voice dripping with lust as he continues to bring you closer to the tidal wave that was overwhelming every single sense in your body. Your body reacting to his every touch with a wave of energy that was new to you, he had your body under his complete control. The intense wave barrelling through your body as you rolled your eyes back welcoming the warmth flooding your body as you let go, coating his fingers and arm with your juices.

“Good girl” he breathes out taking his fingers from your core, lifting them to his lips as he tastes you, his eyes glistening with a dark lustful hunger.

His body towering over yours as he moves your body your legs spread apart welcoming him between them as he looks down between you both, lining his cock to your pulsing heat. Breathing deeply as he sinks his length into your core, stilling for a moment as you hiss at the feeling, before picking up a pace that had the bed screeching beneath you both, the sheets now tangled in your grip as he thrusted into you. The room was filled with lewd noises the pair of you letting breathless moans and whines leave you body as you chased the familiar wave together.

“Fuck y-yes oh my god dont fucking stop” you whine out as your hand flies to sans neck, gripping onto his throat and squeezing as your walls clenched around his length, your body moulded together as you met his movements.

“F-fuck” he breathed out before gripping your wrist and pinning it to the bed below you his thrusts picking up in speed and force as he leant down sinking his teeth into your neck, piercing the skin a little, the deep red liquid flooding his tongue as he lapped up the taste, a deep growl forced out as he licked the wound and spilled inside you. “fuck you taste so good” he breathed out as he watched your limp form below him, he groaned as he pulled his softened cock from your walls and your body reacting as you clenched around nothing.

“stay there ill be right back” he murmurs before disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a warm towel and a set of clothes.

“S-stay still let me take care of you” he says before wiping your body gently, your gaze rolling his every move before landing on his face.

“T-thank you” you breathe out as he dresses you, a satisfied smile on his lips as he takes a look at you.

“You look good in my clothes” he says as he pulls a pair of grey sweatpants over himself and climbs into the bed with you.

“You can stay with me if you like” he breathes out as he pulls you closer to him allowing himself to rest a little with your warmth covering his cold body.

[4pfsukuna]

please asexual!reader x megumi

I wasnt sure if you wanted a headcannon or drabble so… here’s both. Y’all also give me way too much freedom when writing, i love it! Your wish is my command sunshine!

you actually started off as enemies, you hated that he was so expressionless and only expressed anger, discontent and disgust, how did GOJO raise him

He hated that you were exactly the same yet judged him so hard. Except you were more sarcastic and had your own sense of dark humor.

It was when you cracked a joke about yuji and sakuna at the worst possible time that he couldn’t even fight back the way his lips quirked up, he claims it was a muscle spasm.

And maybe you arent entirely horrible and unbearable and your music taste is cool and your taste in fashion is mainly dark clothes but the way you can dress for every aesthetic— hes impressed.

He wasnt smitten by just one joke… it was also the way you smiled and looked so smug after every joke you told it was cute.

“If you stop oggling at y/n and pick a food spot that would be nice” Nobara teases and his glare is back on the girl he seen as an annoying sister.

Its the day you wear your hair in its fro running out of arm strength to wrestle it into a style you opt for it and he cant help the stare. You smell like cocoa butter, skin is sun kissed and that laugh… its soft and airy and he almost hates how sickly sweet it was. That was the laugh that was reserved for him so why were you laughing with Todo?

What could that idiotic brainless brute say that was sooooooo funny? Wait why did he care?

It didnt matter cause he was already in tow when Todo reached out to touch your hair.

“With this treasure i summon—“

“Megs wait!” The nickname was an accident but you dont miss the way the red coats the tip of his ears and he clears his throat.

You use it to your advantage everything becomes “megs this” and “megs that” and hes happy to comply.

You begin flirting in insults and your friends never know if your flirting or are actually about to brawl.

“I know how much you enjoy reading so i got you this book…maybe now instead of your spikey little head being a passageway for air it can actually hold thoughts.” You smile giving him the book ignoring the way everyones jaw is on the floor. He eyes you before picking on the one thing he knew could get you bent out of shape.

“Im suprised you were tall enough to reach this.. or smart enough to find the library.”

“One day im going to finish you and not even big ragga the opp stoppa can save you” you say holding him by the front of his shirt your noses nearly touching yet he looks completely unfazed. Actually theres an arrogant smirk on his face that nobody quite expected.

“Can you two fuck already and get it over with” Maki exhasperstes and you become visibly uncomfortable… for the rest of the entire day. Her harsh comments never bothered you, he watched you say worse stuff to her and even leave her stunned before sharing a laugh.

Its when he realizes you're asexual and those comments bother you. 

He may or may not threaten to bring out mahoraga if anybody else in the group makes sexual comments around you.

“Hey megs can i wear your jacket?” You ask already wearing his black and blue motorcycle jacket over your black crop top and mini skirt hair in 2 spikey buns immitating his hair and he wants to be angry cause he hated people touching his stuff but… you called him megs. And you look hot! 

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you while you danced at the bar, he told himself it was because he was the designated driver and babysitter of the group he had to make sure everyone was okay. 

You looked so carefree and adorable in his jacket, he even pretends not to notice you using your ability to control shadows to get rid of a man who got to close but he did smile.

He likes feeding you— now hear me out! It happened after the club you had been super drunk and hungry and there was a late night ramen bar Yugi suggested but megumi cant help but watch the way you put at the chopsticks. He assumes you dont know how to use them and that begins the tradition of him feeding you every time you go out.

Until its every time you eat ramen… ramen becomes your favorite food.

“Does he know that she knows how to use chopsticks?”

“I-im not sure but he actually looks… happy? Lets not say anything”

He likes when you play with his hair.  One day hed been sitting next to you fighting sleep and all it took was a hand in his hair your nails softly scratching his scalp and he was fast asleep on your lap. He actually wrapped his arms around your midsection locking you in so you couldn’t move.

And when yuji and Todo walk into yuji and megumis shared apartment the scowl on his face is the meanest they’ve ever seen. How dare they interrupt his quiet time with his woman?!

Its quiet when he yells that at him… but an akward silence he didnt mean to yell that he was just so exhausted from all the missions hes been on and lack of times hes been able to spend with you.

“Damn take me on a date for dinner and a movie first” you break the silence and he gives you a sheepish grin laying back on your lap trying to cover the burn of his cheeks and ears.

“You hate cliche dates like that… ill take you somewhere better” he fights the urge to stutter.

And he does he takes you to a sip and paint class where neither of you follow what the teacher painted. He painted a picture of you under the moonlight and you painted a stick figure with a bunch of letter M’s on the head for his hair.

“My hair isn’t that damn spikey!”

He hangs the picture up in his bedroom anyway making sure your signature is on it.

Megs closet is your favorite place he has so many cool things he doesn’t wear.

“You jerk the tags still on it” he scoffs seeing you in his new hoodie.

You give it back because it doesn’t smell like him anyway and opt for a beanie… and jacket.

“What? Youve worn this” “no, i tried it on”

He loves when you wear his clothes and the way it looks so big on you but youre just happy with anything that his and he doesnt understand how you can be so infatuated with him or anything involving him but its equivalant to the way he was with you.

Megumi smiles down at you completely infatuated with how cute you look in his shirt, it swallows you whole but you don’t seem to mind and he doesn’t pay much attention to the denim blue dye fading onto the collar from your hair. The denim bite was a mishap you were actually trying to dye your hair the same color as his and honestly once you told him he didn’t give a damn about the dye on his new fresh white nike tee. 

“Is that my shirt?” His voice sounds annoyed but you knew better this was megs we were talking about. He always sounds annoyed and you nod cutely up at him watching as a smile builds on his face. He kisses your forehead before walking over to the kitchen ready to sneak a taste of whatever you'd been cooking. 

“I'll pop your fingers with a wooden spoon so you better think twice about going in my pot” you threaten watching as he sends a disbelieving look over his shoulder. 

“You know speaking of food Yuji told me you absolutely do know how to eat with chopsticks and that i don't need to feed you” he retorts ruffling his hair which you gasp at. You were going to fold yuji like origami and flick him far off to where he wouldn't be found. 

“Fine…you can have a bite of the salmon” you wager but he's quick.

“What?! No,3” he tries happily walking toward the stove,

“Two and you keep feeding me with chopsticks and ill show you the fudge chocolate cake i made you for dessert” you promise watching as his face lights up.

[azullumi]

I HAVE THOUGHS FOR WANDERER AND I CANT CONTROL THEM🥺

scara's headcanons with a artist reader?

Umbrella🥱(🌂)

summary — you create canvases on his skin, creating art in him in which he will learn how to love not only the essence and the brushstrokes you make but also himself.

pairing — wanderer or scaramouche/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, established relationship, this could be fatui scara talking or just wanderer himself ; headcanons

words — 766

note — working on requests again huwahjshad sorry for the late upload and i hope u like this onee :D

what a strange dynamic you two have; one who loves and creates art and one who grew up with it and comes to hate it. he was one who lived a life filled with art, dancing, singing, playing instruments, and everything but taking the form and name of scaramouche had made him hate those things because he once hated those parts of himself that reminded him of how weak, sensitive, and emotional he once was—but then he found beauty, he found it once again when he found you.

no, it wasn't in a way that he immediately loved art just because you create and love them but it was in a way that he loved art because it reminds him of you, it reminds him of your hands, your fingers carefully and beautifully painting sceneries, molding sculptures, the dedication and focus that it requires and you give, the effort and time you make, he adores every moment of it—he discovered how it is to bask in the beauty of art once again, to have himself mesmerized and captured by the colors, by the edges, by the messy workplace, and anything that reminds him of you, of art.

if you were to ask him to model for you or to ask him to be used as a reference of one of your paintings, he would, of course, raise an eyebrow at you and say why should he do that but then proceed to comply with your request anyways. he wouldn't like it when you would look for someone else to be the reference of your art, he gets quite jealous and grumpy, you see thus many of your artwork, papers, and sketchbooks are filled with images and drafts of him. 

he would sometimes look through your art books and sketch pads, especially the ones filled with him, with awe in his face. there's a small smile on his face that he tries to hide—an artist can paint their own views of the world on paper and to think that you see him like this makes his heart flutter, you capture him so well and so perfectly.

all the materials that you need, everything that you'll ever want, he'll give it to you as long as it keeps you happy, as long as it will put a smile on your face. he never admitted it to you outright but he will support you in every thing that you will ever do and want to achieve.

thus despite of how much of a jerk he is, of how much an asshole he can be, he wouldn't dare to try and disturb you whenever you're focused on what you were doing, he wouldn't want to risk ruining things. he'll just choose to watch you on the sidelines and admire what you are doing, often observing the small habits you make at times. sometimes he'll work alongside you—no, he will not paint and draw on a canvas or sculpture anything but he will do some of his work while you're in the same room as him and doing your own thing at the same time also. there's only just the peaceful silence being shared with only the sound of pages being flipped, pen on paper, and brush on canvas being heard.

he can get really needy after some time though, asking that you pay attention to him, and you could tell it when he's already asking you when you are going to finish while you are mixing paint and when he goes back and forth your spot, seeming like he's feeling uneasy.

if only he could completely express himself, if only he could tell you how talented you are and how much he adores you, if only he doesn't bite back his tongue when speaking his feelings so he settles on watching you from your behind and admiring your work as he keeps pages of it on his desk to which he'll admire and trace with his fingertips, he settles in the actions and gestures he make just for you, hoping that his message will reach you and wishing that you'll understand.

you create canvases on his skin, creating art in himself in which he will learn how to love the bruises that he has earned, the scars that he was given, the flaws that make up all of it, kissing and mumbling sweet and affectionate words that he could either listen and think about for the time that will come or ignore only for him to yearn to hear it once again—aren't you supposed to burn if you're a star?

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[theboy-thebitch-thelegend]

had two different convos about Imane Khelif with two different white cishet male coworkers.

one was clearly only informed by propaganda and unwilling to "lose" an argument. he's the one who first brought it up, and started spouting the same bs thats all over the internet. he didnt even know Khelif's first name or what country she's from. and once i addressed his initial statements he changed his point of "concern" several times just for the sake of continuing to disagree with me. he continued to talk only to quite obviously make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

the second guy, having overheard the first argument, was a bit confused/concerned about the whole thing but willing to look things up, think critically, and accept a new point of view. he also had a more nuanced idea of gender than you would expect by looking at him to begin with, and by the end of the discussion was even on board with trans people being included in sports. he not only acknowledged that Khelif isnt a trans woman, but he was willing and wanting to take the discussion further and examine the implications of things and the relevance of trans and racial issues. he wasnt sure whether or not she was trans at first, but was willing to look at facts rather than making racist assumptions. and his immediate reaction to those facts was still "well even if she *was* trans, why does that matter?" which is a better response than even some self-proclaimed "allies" have had recently.

i dont really know what the point of this post is lol. i guess just, dont judge a book by its cover. people may be more accepting than you would think; even if theyre uninformed, some are willing to genuinely listen.

another lesson, maybe, is that these conversations are equally worth having whether the person is willing to listen or not.

both of these guys started out either uninformed or misinformed. one was more open minded, the other not. those are all pre-established factors that i cant control or know before deciding to engage. but its worth engaging anyways.

if i hadnt had the "unproductive" talk with the first guy, the second talk may not have even happened. and who knows how many other guys listening may have learned something too. even the first guy conceded some points by the end of it, he was just too defensive to admit it. i had no way to know whether i would get through to anyone. but it's always at least worth a shot i think.

[zahroreadsthings]

One of the things that I'm really enjoying about Carrie is the way the narration is interrupted by characters' thoughts in brackets. I dont think it's something I've seen before much, if at all?

And I still feel like I'm not good at describing what I want to talk about so bear with me

Having those lines break up paragraphs (including breaking them mid-sentence) lets us zoom into the character's head more than putting their thoughts in a completely separate sentence along with a thought tag (what do you call dialogue tags when they come at the end of thoughts and not dialogue lol?)

And captures the little flashes of thought we all have where we contradict ourselves or have a little tangential thought before bringing ourselves back on track

These two really stuck out to me:

No one would be up here between now and the Ball; the light that shone on the mural and on the apron where the King and Queen would be crowned

(they'll get crowned all right)

were controlled from a box backstage.

Cant remember the actual terms for this but it's reasonable to assume that Billy isn't the one narrating the first part there but the author; cutting the paragraph in two with what is obviously his direct thoughts brings us into his head much faster than, say, this:

[...] the light that shone on the mural and on the apron where the King and Queen would be crowned were controlled from a box backstage. They'll get crowned all right, Billy thought.

And this time when Chris is thinking to herself about Billy getting the pig blood:

She has meant to make him wait until he had actually done something,

(but of course he did he got the blood)

but it had all begun to slip out of her hands, and it made her uneasy.

Like, that would not hit the same if it was written something like

But he did do something, she reminded herself, then quickly squashed that thought down.

^that takes way too long to convey the thought imo! Sticking it in the middle to interrupt her thought mid-sentence is so effective at showing how that thought popped up and got shoved aside, as well as keeping the focus on her unease at the lack of control she has over Billy.

And sure it can be jarring and I wouldnt say it works all the time but I also love how it lets Carrie's feelings run parallel to her sewing planning:

She lay

(i am not afraid not afraid of her)

on her bed with an arm thrown over her eyes. It was Saturday night. If she was to make the dress she had in mind, she would have to start tomorrow at the

(i'm not afraid momma)

latest. She had already bought the material at John's in Westover.

Because how often do we freak out while trying to think an unrelated thing through at the same time! I love this book

[amaribelt]

malleus draconia and the pipe organ and why i love it

so. this is going to be a long post and thats because i have to basically tell you the entire history of the pipe organ and how this relates to malleus 'very scary' draconia. i am extreamly sorry but their will be a summary at the end if you just dont care but it would mean alot if you listen to this ramble of mine

CW: lots of mentions of religion churches and cathedrals one cult mention and some book 7 spoilers

-PART ONE TOCCATA AND FUGE IN D MINOR

Pipe organs are everywhere, from weddings and baseball games but one of the most common places to hear an organ is horror movie scoring, from youtube videos of creepy organ music to its first use in a movie doctor jeckle and mr hyde and other arrangements in things like phantom of the opera pipe organs have almost become one with fear dread and horror witch is quite odd with its religious connotations that we will get to in a second.

the pipe organ originated from greece its earliest predecessors are from the 3RD CENTURY BC, these things are quite quite old and required a lot of man power to play before technology. a pipe organ is a piano on steroids it has a bunch of connecting pipes and all of these pipes have different stuff in them to give it a variation of sound sometimes their are reeds like in woodwind instruments and sometimes their are those cut outs from things on recorders. whenever an organist plays a key wind goes through the pipes to make a sound, back in the day air was supplied though enslaved people but now we have electric moters attached to our pipe organs but because of how big pipe organs are it would take many people to get all the air needed to play these things, the Winchester cathedral organ took 2 people to play it and 70 men to blow air into it and the sound from said organ can be heard from throughout the city.

pipe organs are not small and dainty these are MASSIVE instruments that construction has to bend around to make space for all of the organs equipment their are rooms whose sole purpious is for the function and upkeep, organs are an absolute monster of an instrument not only in volume but in the sound they make some of these tones cant be picked up by *human ears* the atlantic city convention hall has a pipe that is 64 feet (19.5072 meters) and that is FOUR AND A HALF STORIES TALL.

-PART 2 BACH, CHURCHES AND HOW ORGANS WORK

not only are these things massive their are petals on the bottom that organists have to PLAY their is music solely for the foot keys their are 3 rows of manuals (keys) and stops (things you pull out to control a selection of pipes and thats where 'pulling out all the stops' came from you are going to 100 percent) and so their is a lot of skill that goes into playing an organ. so unless your like an octopus and have 8 arms or your just insane (just kidding i love you organists) playing the organ was hard

NOW THIS IS WHERE BACH COMES IN, basically one day bach watches into a church with their organ takes a prewritten melody and improvise an 8 part harmony so for non music nerds he went up to an organ started playing the pre written music and off the TOP OF HIS HEAD created 7 other melodies that he had to play with both his HANDS AND FEET. and you wanna know why this is so damn cool, it was almost impossible for organists to practice as theirs nothing that sounds quite like an organ and pianos werent invented yet so if you wanted to practice your organ playing then you were going to need a team of people just to get the air to play and then your scales are going to be heard by everyone in the town. so anyone who could play the organ were hyper privlaged music genius types, because no one would hear them practice on an organ let alone a harpsichord they just show up one day and start playing. thats the kind of person an organist is

those glorified harmonicas that were portable organs werent what people were playing on they would be playing on the organs that were so big they had to be built around by architechs, this is where the church comes in. the fact that you couldnt move them made them great for churches cathedrals and religious establishments and because of how big these were churches were the only ones with the money to fund these organs. theirs a phycology behind it too because these instruments are so big so powerful that the only person that could fulle these endeavors are god himself. so if you could play the organ you were some loner freak of nature who is one of the only people who could handle this machine

-PART 3 JECKLE HYDE AND JESUS

sooo way back at the top i mentioned its first use in jeckle and hyde were picking up that thread again because this is where this comes into play, so in the opening credits of the movie they played toccata and fuege in D minor. (the song i linked in the very top) but following that we get a scene of jeckle playing another peice by Bach  Ich ruf zu dir Herr Jesu Christ (i call to you lord jesus christ) Herr Jesu Christ is originally in F minor but they transposed it to be in the same key as tocatta and feuge they did this not only to show they put thought and care into how these two peices would sound back to back on screen but they did it as musical shorthand

they are using a religious peice of music and instrument to show what kind of character this is, these are gigantic powerful pieces of instruments with heavy religious connotations, i swear we are getting malleus i just need to keep explaining a little more just keep this all in your mind and compare it to what we know about malleus and what other people VIEW the being that is malleus draconia. 3 years after the film jeckle and hyde we get toccata and fuege in another horror movie the black cat, this time played on an actual organ this movie follows a cult leader who plays an organ notably the track that is now associated with villainous characters due to its use in jeckle and hyde. throughout the black cat we hear other organ pieces throughout the film we are no longer looking at religious organ music in the pure and fluffy way it was originally used in churches now we are hearing a sick and twisted use of the organ being used to celebrate satanic cults all of the religious imagery has been corrupted it has had a quite literal fall from grace.

in carnival of souls our main character is in a sort of purgatory and throughout the film she plays guess what an organ for the church. over time shes not able to keep up with the holy and religious music the church expects her to play as her playing goes into something erie and haunting that upsets the minister, as she looses her connection to the living world she cant play the religious music on the organ and thats haunting to the people around her. it isnt the organ thats scary but whos playing it. this man has channeled the power of god in the power of his own home to play this holy instrument and because of the nature of the organ organists have to spend lots of time alone and praticing multiples times a week so they dont sound awful think of this with a religious background all of the power of a god but not pure intentions

-PART 4 MALLEUS DRACONIA

ohh boy we finally made it to malleus draconia this essay of a tumblr post is quite latterly lagging down my laptop but i have a LOT to say. i feel like a lot of people misinterpret malleus as a character due to the fact that hes been a shadow looming over us in the main story although its implied that the character Yuu knows malleus on a much deeper and its implied they spend lots of time together its important to know that we as the audience and the reader dont get to see that, we are purposely being withheld information about him and that adds to the ominous aura he gives off to not only students in NRC but also us as the viewer, we *know* theirs a different side to malleus that we can see in vignettes but thats only a sneak piece into the multilayered cake that is malleus draconia.

somewhere it was revealed that malleus' threateneing aura was a blessing and i dont remember where i saw it but i swear i saw it on a chapter 7 translation so if anyone knows what im talking about please let me know, because of this he has been 'cursed' to be feared by all humans and respected by all fae to the point they treat him and anyone in the draconia family as a GOD. (see heres that religious mention again) i don't want to say malleus has a god or superiority complex but the people around him certainly do see him as superior due to his family heritage and the fact that hes one of the top 5 mages at such a 'young' age (for fae standards) and due to his magical status and what his family has done for the biar valley other are not only put off by him he has that intimidating aura curse thing that makes other people who arent fae put off and avoid him. something that was ment as a blessing has only caused more sorrow for malleus as people isolate him, he has so few opprotunities to have a social life.

its heavily implied (i swear it said it somewhere im just tierd its 11:55 at night as of writing) that music is an important part of fae culture, lilia has a tallent for multiple instuments and can supposedly sooth crying infants. malleus' humming is overlayed durring his spell when he overblots and in lilias dream we hear his mom singing so its all heavily implied that music is important to fae in twisted wonderland just like it is in our real life folklore.

we see malleus play the organ at the end of the endless halloween event and although theirs one line that suggest that malleus has a bit of trouble not everyone is able to improv on an organ like bach did, we still see him play in the twistune although we dont hear it but its implied that malleus can play the organ(we hear like one bit of the opening but we dont hear it during the song but the like 3 seconds are good so)

it makes perfect sense for malleus to play the organ its an instrument that requires alot of isolation and dedication to master lest you have the whole city know you cant play, the godfearing loyalty of fae in the briar valley who treat the draconia family like gods and the humans so afraid of them they avoid them like the plague. the religious connotations of the organ with the twisting of that religious imagery all line up so well with malleus draconia as a character. the twisting of a once holy instrument into something horrid and demonic just fits with malleus so well i wish it was all intentional but i know im giving too much credit where its not due as this is just the unhindged hyper fixated ramblings of a teenager.

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the pipe organ has lot of religious connotations and has often flipped those one its head to give a spookey vibe in horror movies witch is why pipe organs have become a holy wood go to for a evil character. these instruments are so expensive and require to much work to put into them characters associated are offten high class and loners preferring to keep to themselves, sometimes their is a religious aspect to the character and that correlates with their playing of the organ. malleus draconia is viewed by many as a god has a terrifying aura to him and is prown to isolation by his peers.

giving the twst devs to much credit is the name of my game as i see too much symbolism in things where theirs not

thank you for reading especially if you read all of it i love you alot<333333333333333333333333333333333333333

[anamericangirl]

(1/2) So to that one anon. First of all, yes the removal of completely healthy tissue and Frankenstein-esk construction of some gross approximation of human genitals is, was, and always will be, mutilation. Second. Yes, despite the fact that you losers continually try derail conversation so that no one notices, There are children receiving procedures such as double mastectomies (literally just google Chloe cole. Or that creepy plastic surgeon who was bragging on tik tok about doing surgeries on minors and even telling these kids and their families to contact her if they can’t get the surgeries they want. There are more verifiable examples I could provide here, but I’m not going to write you a book of examples since you probably won’t listen anyway. Even if you say “those are isolated cases” it doesn’t make it any less disturbing) and lastly there have been many videos of doctors ( a lot of whom advocate for “gender affirming healthcare” and or hold high positions on boards and in organizations for these types of things) admitting that puberty blockers are not as safe and effortlessly reversible as y’all would have people believe, but rather causes a lot of long term damage such as infertility, losing the ability to ever achieve an orgasm, and the underdevelopment of sexual organs such as a micro penis in boys. Not to mention the other long term risks such as osteoporosis, vision issues, and brain swelling. And this isn’t me spitting this information after some convoluted game of telephone. You can watch videos of respected board certified doctors saying these things directly. A lot of this is info that comes directly from the fda, nhs, and literally organizations for trans “healthcare” a lot of which are specifically targeting children. And yet the argument is always “you shouldn’t prevent anyone no matter how young from accessing blockers, hormones or surgery! Stop talking about the damages these things cause you bigot! They need these things or they’ll kill themselves!” No one ever wants to actually treat these things. When you just go: surgery! hormones! etc, you are effectively putting a band aid over a gunshot wound. You don’t get to the root of the problem which is ultimately, weather you like it or not, a form of mental illness and or disorders. These people should in no way be demonized for being mentally Ill. It’s not their fault and they would never have asked for this but they need true psychiatric help. You wouldn’t give a girl with an eating disorder a gastric bypass if she said she was going to kill herself, but that’s effectively what we do to these people. The problem is that it’s never going to be enough. No amount of surgery or any other of these treatments will ever make it okay, not because “society is bigoted and won’t affirm me!” It’s because the individuals themselves feels a crazy amount of cognitive dissonance in their every waking moment, because they are living a lie and denying reality. There are perfectly happy trans adults like Blaire white and Marcus dib who are secure and confident in their transitions. Why? Because they have accepted the objective reality of their biology while just enjoying living their lives as the opposite sex. Giving irreversible “solutions” to children who simply enjoy activities society has decided doesn’t align with their sex, or who feel uncomfortable in their bodies at the single most uncomfortable time in a human life (childhood and adolescence, where you start from scratch attempting to figure out both the world and yourself, and just when you start to have it figured out, your body goes through all these changes you cant control and didn’t ask for) it’s bound to cause a lot of problems. The thing is though, statistically, (and feel free to fact check me on this one) over 80% of children who at some point experience gender dysphoria are rid of it completely upon finishing puberty. And the amount of trans adults who have some other underlying mental issues or are mentally ill in some way and don’t actually experience true dysphoria is astounding.

(2/2) cont. Depression, anxiety, body dysmorphia, anorexia, asd, add, adhd, the list goes on. The statistics don’t lie, the amount of people who identify as trans and also have some other mental health issues is staggering. I have to say though, (putting aside the fact that they won’t believe me) I truly bear no Ill will towards these people. Living with mental health problems is hellish. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. In fact I find it disgusting that the medical system and such a large portion of society today (at least in the west) has just been blindly affirming them to the detriment of these individuals and the people around them. Medicalizing people for life is not the near perfect solution it’s touted as. Medically transitioning is not a “Try it and see how you feel,and if you don’t like it we can just pump you with more hormones and everything will be as it was” situation. That doesn’t solve anything. No one is born in the wrong body. That’s not the problem. The problem is that their minds are constantly at war with reality and they are suffering as a result. People not affirming their delusions isn’t what’s truly causing that. (Also big apology to whoever runs this blog, didn’t expect this to be this long)

No apology necessary because you are absolutely correct and said it better than I could! Anyone spouting out lines like "puberty blockers are completely reversible! No one regrets transition! Minors aren't getting surgery!" is advertising the fact that they've never researched this issue in their life (certainly not both sides) and are just repeating talking points they've heard.

Because the fact is there are several testimonies of people who received these surgeries as minors and being "isolated incidences" doesn't mean they don't count. It doesn't mean others haven't experienced this. It doesn't mean medically transitioning children is ok.

And while they want to talk about puberty blockers being reversible they don't have anything to say about the effects of those puberty blockers, big ones like infertility, not being reversible.

The very medical professionals they tell us to listen to are the ones confirming these things things so they're telling us to listen to people they obviously haven't taken the time to listen to thoroughly.

People shouldn't be demonized for having a mental illness and feeling like they are in the wrong body, but those feelings shouldn't be affirmed by doctors either, especially when those people are children. Even if the child really does have gender dysphoria you do more harm than good by affirming these ideas and mutilating their bodies, which, as you pointed out, does happen, whether people want to admit it or not.

[corvidares]

okay, so i just finished re-reading Any Way the Wind Blows and this feels so blatant as to be smacking me in the face: simon is disabled.

now, the reason why that makes itself even clearer in this book than in wayward son (where he, of course, also has the wings + tail) is because simon is once again in the world of mages - despite doing his best to leave it behind. compared to wayward son, where hes basically and literally in the wild west. where theres magical beings everywhere, where simon practically fits in because he is one.

but ill get back to that.

ive seen a lot of really interesting points about what simon's wings represent and mean, and i'm not disagreeing with those. but in a very literal sense, they are a disability.

think about it like this: the world of mages (and Normals) is not built for humanoids who have giant webbed wings and a tail. simon constantly struggles with controlling these limbs, and their size makes it ten times harder. spaces are too small, furniture and objects are broken when he spreads them, and many a shirt or jacket are ruined.

he struggles to find a good way to deal with this - spell them away? wear them out by cutting holes in things? fold them extremely painfully into his shirt? even though this last one is treated like a solution for a little while, its far from ideal. who is simon doing this for? himself, or everyone around him? yes, of course Normals cant see them. and yeah, hes expressed discomfort about baz and penny spelling them hidden. but thats not the point. even with this botch job of a way to "wear" his wings, which succeeds at hiding them from Normals, simon still states a couple times that he knows people stare at him and his seeming hunchback. i mean, thats blatant.

(he eventually, with shepard's help, realizes a good way to work around this - zippers or buckles on shirtbacks - which very much feels like an aha! disability aid moment)

im not saying disability is based in how people look at you, or it only being a societal thing. (as in, when he wasnt in the world of mages, he wasnt suddenly 'not disabled at all') disability is a huge spectrum. but those things absolutely can be a part of the disabled experience.

but all of that doesnt even get to my main point: simon has no magic anymore. and in the world of mages, thats a huge deal. magic is like living and breathing, especially for baz and penny. its not something they question or have to worry about not being able to call upon. hell, even before simon lost his magic he was disabled, just to a different extent.

before awtwb, we dont hear much about mages whose magic is weak. but they come to the forefront now - which just solidifies that solid magical ability = able bodiedness.

smith is promising a miracle cure. a cure. think of it like bullshit orgs such as aut!sm spe@ks, wanting to "cure" autism - he wants to cure people. (and hes just as full of shit) why? because weak magic is seen as a disease, a problem, even subhuman.

take daphne, baz's stepmom. her quality of life is fine, great. her weaker magic doesnt seem to put her at a disadvantage. she manages her disability well. but in comparison to the norm, to what is expected of the average mage, shes got nothing. less than nothing. she feels shame over what she cant do.

smith's case becomes even more blatant when we see, at the end of awtwb, that he wants to essentially cull weak magicians. that they're holding back society. that theyre better off as powerless as Normals - who are blatantly seen as subhuman - than as weak mages. much like how ableist rhetoric puts forward that disability is a fate worse than death.

which brings us back to simon. he insists hes a Normal, now or always has been. baz insists hes the most powerful magician to exist. both of them are wrong.

and right. and right and wrong.

simon is some third thing - not a mage, not a Normal. akin to how disability is its own minority aside from race or ethnicity he has a foot in each world, and he always has. but now he cant achieve blending into either.

this is why the increasing presence and humanization of other magical beings beside mages is so important (thank you shephard!) how mages tend to seem magical beings is very ableist. theyre subhuman, theyre not to be trusted, theyre freaks, theyre dirty, etc. except oops, how can you keep thinking that penny, when this very nice one works at a cafe and helped you translate shephard's engagement terms?

even baz and the events of wayward son play into this - yeah, some vampires are horrible people. but plenty, like baz, are just people. with a range of experiences and morals and ways of living life. (take nicodemus) (i could make a point about how simon's stalwart acceptance of baz's vampirism helps baz comes to terms with it and how this is also super disability coded, but thats another essay)

in the beginning of awtwb, he decides to go to the extreme opposite of his chosen one powered life - to live as a Normal, and the second step (after cutting himself off from baz and penny) is getting his wings removed.

except he cant do it. and even having his wings touched is horribly uncomfortable. now, this partly has to do with how much theyre sensual parts of his body - same as his tail. but its also, separately, very intimate. theyre treated very clinically, like a fascinating specimen to pore over. im not trying to give niamh shit here, just saying what i saw.

but theyre part of him. people with disabilities often deal with being stared at and poked and prodded by the medical field (if theyre not ignored or waved off. maybe both.). even every day folks feel the right to touch disabled folks, or their mobility aids.

for a lot of people, mobility aids are a part of them - its like a stranger touching your face and thinking theyre doing you a favor. when instead theyre being weird as fuck.

simon's status as previous chosen one even plays into this sort of thing - people see him more as a figurehead, for what he can and cant do (including his wings!) than a person. hes a tragedy, hes a hero. hes inspirational, hes to be pitied. sound familiar?

the end of awtwb doesnt spell out whether simon ends up deciding to keep his wings (frustratingly). but they spell out that he would absolutely would, in my opinion.

simon increasingly treats them as a natural extension of his body. think of the scene where he flies about the watford goats. how he expresses his feelings with his wings and tail. and of course, how he learns to let baz loves each and every part of him: including his dragon limbs.

baz loves him, and loves them, not in a fetishistic way, but because its simon, and he loves everything simon is. not just what he represents or can or cant do.