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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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Share the suggestive sagau content please, if your writing/creating it I know its good!

-Rapid anon

You're all way too nice to me 😭

But I guess since I now have a general consensus I'm not gonna hold out, so warning it gets slightly more than suggestive a bit down the road, starts off pretty safe though

So I wasn't kidding that this concept, in one form or another, has been floating around in my head for like two years now

Obviously it didn't start out as sagau centered but it transitions so easily into that universe so I've expanded upon it

Basically the general structure is based off of how in sagau fics it's always kind of implied that the very land of Teyvat itself reflects the creators emotional/physical state

Like heavy storms/rain in imposter au where poor reader is getting hurt/killed by the characters, and the less seen counterpart where the day is just beautiful and perfect when reader is happy

Soooo, taking that, why don't we apply it to characters as well?

And by that I simply mean that the reader's emotions quite literally extend from themselves and can be felt lowkey by anybody close to them

So if the reader is happy then it's almost as if it's impossible to be anything else in their presence, happiness and bliss just permeates throughout the room lifting the spirits of anyone that comes in contact with

Then of course, if the reader is sad, every living thing near them suffers the same pain

It's also considered a universally good thing even if the reader is experiencing negative emotions, which are then also felt by other people in the general vicinity, because at least then all the acolytes know exactly what their beloved creator is feeling and the moment when they're feeling bad, it's not as if it can be hidden, which then allows them to jump right in and try fixing it

I headcanon that this sensation is obviously stronger the closer to the source, aka the creator, that a character is, the strongest of this sensation being felt when the character is physically touching the reader

I feel like there's just a very big variety of what you can do with this concept, like having usually sad/depressed characters finding relief in the creators presence, happy energetic characters instantly feeling waves of negative emotions and just booking it to where the creator is to calm them

You could even extend it further and have this happen in a less dramatic way with the creator statues, if the reader is still in their own world

Like it becomes a daily ritual to visit the creator statue to touch it and feel exactly what they're feeling, it's a sacred place of relief for tired fighters, stressed akademiya students, and sad acolytes who want nothing more than to just bask in the warmth of the divine creator, and if they're met with a negative emotion it's customary to leave an offering and a prayer for the creators wellbeing

Now, moving into the more suggestive aspect of it, and I'm sure you can see exactly where I'm going with this but—

All feelings are amplified for others near them, including pleasure and arousal

Sooo, just saying, there's a lot of potential for some fun drabbles where maybe a particular character quite literally gets addicted to the intense bliss felt from merely touching our dear reader

Or maybe something more like said character can get off on focusing solely on pleasing their creator and the effects of that (not as if they couldn't already, but now it's a bit more literal)

And, in a few things I've written, I've also extended this concept so that the previously mentioned euphoria gets so intense that it becomes something of a baseline, as in there's an actual feeling of pain or at least discomfort from being without it, cough character abandoning all dignity and begging to touch the creator cough

Taking the phrase "addicted to your touch" to a whole new level 😀👍

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #brainrot #thanks for indulging me #I want you to know that it would take very little to get me to write so many drabbles on this idea alone #idea of being physically needed go brrr #head empty only this #sugestive #rapid anon #I wasn't kidding about the y'all being too nice thing #I promise not everything I write is good #in fact I'm often very worried most of it isn't #so thank you for the encouragement 👍#means a lot and there's literally no way I would have gotten this far without it #getting personal in the tags on this Wednesday night woo

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holocene-sims · 2 months

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next // previous

august 25, 2021 10:00 p.m. good luck arcade

✨🎵 wannabe! 🎵✨

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #everyone reading this: OH MY GOD MORE KARAOKE SCENES??? ANNA STOPPPPP #meanwhile me: *silly haha writing a dissertation on karaoke in my story as a symbol of freedom*#p.s. it's also just one of things that helps grant to get over a teensy tiny bit of the childhood trauma #he can start to process it better if he remembers the things that WERE good for him (aka his other family and henry and his folks <3)#also i just like grant and henry and co. being silly as hell #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: henry

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atissi · 5 months

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this is a joke. i hated business school.

(conversation with @thesweetestclementine)

#CONTEXT: we were talking about the james somerton bullshit #anytime someone at a party asks me what i majored in i say 'marketing and finance but i hated it the entire time i promise im normal'#can confirm though that 80% of business majors suck ass at writing let alone coming up with original ideas #in first year we had a mandatory business writing class because it had gotten so bad among previous cohorts #and everyone i talked to hated it because we had to read actual books and the professors were lit. phds with actual standards #'they mark way too hard i got 60% on everything' have you considered that this is a. skill issue.#also 60% is just. expected for certain humanities courses lolll at least in business our grades get curved #so you're only hurting your GPA if you write worse than everyone else lol. but good luck with that #anyways that's just a fraction of why my classes were terrible. but the writing thing annoyed me the most when I was doing group essays.#beepbeep.txt

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meownotgood · 8 months

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THAT'S 60,000 WORDS LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO!!

#RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH #I might write a little bit more this weekend we'll see cause I may be busy #current status on chapter two: beginning portion edited and good #still working on editing the smut and #I don't know if it's just taking forever or if I added way too much to the scene where you jerk aki off #because why am I still working on that segment #you haven't even slurped on it yet #editing the rest of the smut is sure too take just as long though because after this scene #everything is pretty much rough outline mode #so there's a lot of work that needs to be done #I've also started working on the ending #I'm about halfway done with the rough draft for it #I figured out what I want to do with it I think #at this point I think I will certainly get close to 70k words but I'm not quite sure yet if I'll actually break that barrier #there's a ton that needs to be added to the second half of the chapter though so it's definitely possible #and I still can't say when exactly I'll be done #my current hope is to release the second chapter about three weeks after the first #is that good? is that too long???#you promised you'd be willing to wait didn't you... yes I'm talking to you....#I'm starting to gain a little more confidence in the second chapter after working on it more #gonna have my bestie read it when I'm done so she can affirm that I am indeed not a failure #ok I've talked too much #aki sex. soon. aki sex

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mountinez · 1 year

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You did not break me I'm still fighting for peace

Date & Time by Phil Kaye // Rhythms of Rebirth by Christian Bosse // Lisandro Martinez has elevated Manchester United’s defence to a whole new level // Elastic Heart by Sia // Antony of Brazil praises Lisandro Martínez // Don't Forget Who You Are by Miles Kane // Giorgio Chiellini admits he made mistake about Lisandro Martinez // Be Still by The killers

#lisandro martinez #manchester united #licha martinez #licha tag #premier league #elastic heart #this song has everything to do with him #web weaving #well hi guys!#i'm not officially back but i felt the need to post this after seeing his post #he is positive so i'm trying to build something in my mind #i'm not 100% good or in the mood to back to tumblr #i've got y'alls asks and chats and texts and i'll answer each one of you #love y'all so much and didn't want to worry anyone #i'm okayish just sad and unmotivated #thought about deleting this tumblr a million times after his injury but i didn't and i won't #also i'm writing lots of fics and i promise to post something soon on ao3 #i'll be back #i promise!

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aelinschild · 2 months

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Sneaking in to drop this fun little snippet of something coming up... 🫣🫣

Keep your eyes peeled for ✨ something ✨ in the coming week or so!

#also i promise another chapter of DART is coming #i love that fic and its my baby #but good GOD is it complicated to write #so im having fun doing everything but writing it 😁#for now...........#aelinschild #rowaelin

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adrift-in-thyme · 2 days

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Note to self: never again let it slip to an irl person that I write whump

#told two of my classmates today #I’m exhausted so it just kinda slipped out #plus I assumed they’d be at least a little ok about it #given that they’re into fandom stuff #but no #they definitely thought I was some kind of freak #and I wasn’t about to try and defend myself #‘writing this stuff is a kind of therapy for me I promise I’m not sadistic or creepy!’#yeah that would’ve gone over wonderfully #*sighs*#figures that one of the only personal things I shared this whole semester gets this reaction #why do I even try #I never talk about myself #I let everyone else vent and tell me everything #and when I try to open up I screw myself #trin rambles #vent #ignore me I’ll be fine #it’s just a really yucky day today #I’m not in a great place mentally and that did nothing good for me #hopefully sleep will help #…if I manage to get any sleep that is #ugh #delete later

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skoulsons · 11 months

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Her feet carry her faster than she can think. The world around her is blurred, only the feel of her feet pressing hard into the asphalt and the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears are what keep her vision dead set on Joel. He’s running too, the street lights illuminating his movements as he rushes towards her.

Joel’s arms barely open before she’s already there, both of hers going over his shoulders and crossing behind his neck. Joel holds her against him immediately, one arm along her back and the other behind her head, cupping it gently next to his own.

Joel lifts Ellie off the ground, stumbling backwards and spinning in an attempt to balance them. Though, after a minute, the spinning isn’t just for balance anymore.

It brings him back to a time long forgotten. Christmas and her birthdays with a particularly good present. Days at the fair when she’d win a huge stuffed animal and couldn’t wait to tell him all about it. Days when Joel would get home after working a double and she couldn’t sleep until she heard his footsteps. Picking her up after school and he’d be waiting outside for her; Sarah running for him and exclaiming how she got an ‘A’ on the project she spent all night on.

Sarah’s smile and the bounce of her hair as she raced for her dad were always met with such an embrace. One arm cradling her head as his other held her against him by her back. How Joel would stumble back, sometimes as an exaggeration, just so he could spin them around. Just so he could take a few steps to hold his little girl against him. Just so he could take a few precious, hallowed moments to rock her back and forth in his arms, like how he would to rock her to sleep as a baby.

Joel continues to turn and step haphazardly along the streets of Jackson, taking Ellie in every single stride. And with every old memory that passes between their bodies in the streets of Jackson, it reminds him. It reminds him of the emptiness he’s felt without her. The hole that her loss created. That Sarah-sized-hug section of his heart that was brutally cut out of him that early morning in September.

And those reminders only make Joel hug Ellie a little tighter, spin a little more, and walk a little farther.

Ellie’s legs lightly wrap around his middle, trying to get as close as she possibly can. Joel just squeezes the arm that’s across her back tighter as he threads his fingers gently through her hair.

Her breathing is against his neck. Her chest rises and falls against his and her heart beats right alongside his own. Each others bodies fall in sync with each other, like they always do. Their breathing synchronizing, finding the stability in each others proof of life.

For a split second, he’s reminded again. He’s reminded of her held against his chest. He’s reminded of her small hands around his neck as he ruan through the streets. He’s reminded of her high-pitched fears and his attempted reassurances to calm her down.

He’s reminded of an attempted hug. An attempted hug full of pain and a fleeting heartbeat. Small hands clawing at his arms and neck, crying out. Crying and groaning over the pain in her abdomen. Crying over the pain he was causing.

He cries. He cries, but he can barely bring himself to care at this point.

She’s alive. He’s holding his daughter now and that means she’s alive. She’s no longer a cold and ruined body maimed by the violence of the world. No longer another victim to a sickness that Cordyceps could never match. No longer a shadow of a broken world. No longer just a memory.

He cries because he loves her. He cries because he knows this isn’t the last time he’ll ever hug her. He cries because he’s not hurting her this time. He cries because she’s clinging on to him as hard he is to her.

He cries because she loves him.

He turns his face more into hers, his nose burying into her hair. She smells like fresh soap, the same soap, clean clothes, and their little blue house. Like old books and the leather of their couch. Like pine cones and fire.

And that only makes it harder for him to hold back. He sniffles into her hair and she hears it, feels it. She hugs around his neck tighter, bringing one of her arms down to rub a few strokes up and down his back to comfort him. He does it back to her, continuing to relish in the feeling of her wrapped in his arms.

Joel slows their spinning to a gentle back-and-forth swing before he lowers her down, Ellie’s tip toes planting onto the asphalt first. She stays that way, still reaching up over Joel’s neck as he bends down slightly, arms around her middle.

Joel is the first to pull away, much to Ellie’s apprehension due to her still clinging to his shirt as he pulls her away from him.

But he doesn’t let her go. His arms linger on her sides as he pulls her away, immediately bringing them up to her cheeks when he can finally see her face completely.

Joel is nearly out of breath, and not because of his old muscles and achy bones. “Are you okay?” He checks her up and down. Injuries, blood, anything. A habit he picked up on the road, always checking her first for injuries to make sure she was okay. It stayed even when they moved into Jackson. Whether she was at the stables the majority of the day or at home drawing and reading, he had to check.

He had to make sure she was okay, even if there was no reason to. He had to be sure. He couldn’t let himself fail again for not checking.

He holds her cheeks gently, his fingers stretching behind her ears as his thumbs rub back and forth along her cheekbones.

Ellie laughs wetly at his question, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Joel wipes them away as he smiles, cherishing the familiar sound of her laugh at every opportunity.

She looks up at him, nearly as breathless as he is. “Are you?” There’s a hint of sarcasm, but more genuine care.

There’s two wet streaks down the sides of his face from where his tears poured out of the corners of his eyes. He’s still smiling at her as she brings her hands up to his face, copying his movements, and wiping her thumbs over the corners of his eyes and following the streaks until they hit his beard, disappearing.

His eyes close briefly until she brings them back to his wrists, holding tightly to them again. He smiles at the affection. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, it means the world to him to have something like that reciprocated to him.

He smiles wider, bringing her head gently to his to let their foreheads touch. Their hands stay right where they are, their breathing slowing and falling in tune with each others again as they inhale and exhale together. Their breaths in the small space between saying every word they can’t.

Words have never been their strong suit. They’ve always defaulted to touch or gifts to express what’s going on. Not only is such a thing more comforting, but it’s always said more than their words could ever express. They have had talks before, and getting through them is like pulling teeth every time, so they always result to physical touch. It’s easier, safer for both of them.

Instead of answering each others questions, which were pleas more than anything, they hug. Joel’s right hand goes behind her neck and guides her face to his chest, Ellie settling comfortably against him as her arms wrap around his middle. His left hand sits over her shoulderblade as his right cards through her hair from her scalp to her ends, each strand untangling and falling through his fingertips before he repeats the motion.

Their shoulders drop, the both of them able to finally relax with the other in their grasp. In the safety only the other can provide.

Joel turns his head to the side, his cheek resting atop her head as he continues threading his hand through her hair. Against his chest, she breathes in. The same soap and hints of the shampoo they share. He smells like little whittled woodland creatures and coffee.

They smell like home to each other. Some brought about from their time on the road, and some brought about from their time in Jackson that are only associated with the other.

They don’t smell like blood, grass, or kicked up dirt. Not like overgrown buildings and gunpowder. Not like screaming infected or houses riddled with bullet holes. Not like the cold and hollow corpses of once beloved family, friends, and lovers.

They don’t hear the gasping breaths and dying heartbeats. They don’t see the cloudy eyes or feel the pasty skin. They don’t smell the bloody limbs or smell the faint, musky scent of the fleeting life in front of them.

There’s full, rich breathes between them. Pounding, healthy heartbeats against each others chest. Eyes full of light and love that intently watch the other. Their skin, washed clean and healing from injuries. Their scents showing a full life, as full as they can have, and it’s because of the other.

Joel starts to pull away slowly before Ellie nuzzles back against him, pressing her face into his flannel in protest. Joel laughs and Ellie smiles at the rumble in his chest that pounds against her cheek. She lets out a deep sigh as she lets Joel pull her away, not letting her go any further from him than his bent arm.

He keeps his right hand resting on her shoulder as he leans closer to her again, kissing her hairline. He rests his cheek briefly over the spot before kissing again and leaning back, his hand finding that all-too-familiar spot on her cheek.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” She nuzzles into his palm, the warmth and steady hold of it so easy to lean into. She closes her eyes, a small “mhm” escaping her lips as she smiles.

She pulls his hand off her cheek and into her hand, interlocking their fingers together as their arms fall in the space between them.

Their walk from the front gate to their home is a quiet one, filled with small giggles, hummed tunes, and kicked pebbles along the streets. Ellie brings her right hand to his forearm, clinging tight to his side, like the asphalt would swallow him whole if she even dared to loosen her grip on him. And if the hold he has on her hand is any indication, he feels the same way.

And later that night when they’re in bed and Ellie is asleep, curled up small and comfortable against his side, his memories really sink in.

Memories of Sarah. Memories of Sarah that are… fading. Parts of her that aren’t clear anymore. The way she smelled. What was her shampoo? The soap they used? The scent he breathed in every night? The way the world froze with every sprinting hug when he’d hold her and breathe in her hair and he can’t remember it. That perfume he bought her for prom. The prom she never got to go to. How she tried it on in the store.

Dad! What about this one?

Think you got yourself a winner there, kiddo.

Her life was ripped from him. Her scent and what made her… her were gone from him, now. No recollection of what made Sarah herself. The gel she’d use in her hair. The same detergent they’d use when they washed their clothes. A detergent long gone that he can’t even smell his own clothes to remember her that way. The sweet, lavender scent of her shampoo that always filled their bathroom.

He pulls his arm around Ellie a little tighter, Ellie snuggling closer to him and resting her head atop his chest and as he pulls her close, bringing his lips to the crown of her head. He kisses her head there once, resting his lips there as he feels her chest rise and fall against his own. As he breathes in her hair and the scent of their shampoo. As his right hand finds her left arm draped over his abdomen, holding it gently. As he hears her steady breathing against his chest, the sure sign that she’s there. She’s with him. She’s okay.

Please.

Don’t let me forget her, too.

#this is ROUGH #just now posting at 1:30am #I started it at like #4pm.#because SOME people wouldn’t shut up 👎🏻#anyway it’s not that good but #we ball 🏀#I completely copied all of Alex’s thoughts and texts #I love you so much Alex please don’t be angry I copied like everything you said #but it wouldn’t leave me alone!!!!#you write so much better than me anyway so if or when you cover this #I know it’ll be ten times better #How Can I is coming you guys I promise!!!#I MEAN THAT!!!!#the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #L fics

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mustangs-flames · 3 days

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Ugh. Up with anxiety issues again :/

#mostly about anything and everything #but it's also latching onto htb again #worrying it's not good enough #that people will drop off #i promise i am writing this story for myself first and foremost #but seeing people's responses to it does help to keep me motivated

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bucking-mustangs-with-wings · 21 days

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1.5k words added to GoS today 🙃 I'll take that as a small win

(They STILL HAVEN'T MET FMLLLLLL)

#its coming people #i promise dont fret my loves #its just at that point where a certain part needs to be written #for everything to come together and make sense #make the pacing correct #you dont wanna write it but you gotta #to get to the GOOD SHIT #game of survival fic #sorcerers vs fae au #buck x bucky #fic #writing #update

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fecto-forgo · 3 months

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"fear and revulsion arent the same thing" not even a full minute into this horror review n i already need to kiss this reviewer like you kiss a chef for making a good meal

#analiceoriginal.txt #like no LITERALLY!!! LITERALLY THATS THE ISSUE I HAVE W EVERYTHING PPL PRAISE FOR HAVING SA IN IT #you can make horror based on the horrors of real abuse!! i can also count on one hand how many stories actually know how to do this #thats my damn issue w b.orrascas ending its pure revulsion.theres barely any horror of reality in it its just a compilation of disgusting #stuff mislabeled as scary.this isnt horror of how awful the world is its just a compilation of 'isnt this fucked up? isnt this fucked up?'#yeah dude it is.specially fucked up this is obviously only happening this extremely bc you cant write lmao.#promise its the last time i talk abt that story.sorry the start n middle r just so good then its so fucking bad

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blue-mood-blue · 8 months

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I think the best explanation I have for how my creative mind works is that it is a scented candle - specifically, one of those dessert-themed ones. Walk into my metaphorical house and oh! There is the promise of delicious cake!

Except there is no cake. Only the tantalizing idea of it. Enough that everyone in Metaphor House is hungry and disgruntled, including the owner, who is even now blowing desperately at the candle

And the worst part is, I did not light the candle, I cannot put it out, and now I worry that inviting people over will lead to disappointment

#writing #i guess?#it would be funny if it wasn't so... not funny #i cannot stop coming up with ideas #i cannot make good on the ideas #and i worry that i'll be Too Much if i keep talking about the ideas with nothing to show for it #not to mention the Everything Else i can't seem to do either #promise i'm not trying to be dramatic i'm just Going Through It and i don't know how to say so anymore #i am laying on the floor in Metaphor House #just leave me here to do... whatever it is people do when they don't do anything anymore

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cinnamon-phrog · 5 months

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Can I please have some comfort right now, if that's okay? People are watching me.

#i'm being impersonated and harassed #every day people in my past still try to find me. and i'm scared #not of what they might find. i have nothing to hide. but it's the constant fear of being watched and never being free #i'll never be free from the people who hurt me because they'll always find me somehow #i shouldn't be feeling so awful but at the same time.#i pour myself out to help others yet in return i get 'oh it doesn't bother me' and 'i've had it worse'. as if i doubt that for a second.#but please. not everyone has the same amount of emotional endurance. my patience has worn completely thin.#people i've known on here to be the most disgusting scum of the earth who no matter how many times i block them still show up in my inbox.#people from my old school still think they can get to me. a person who lied to me still wastes their time watching me #someone who i cared about the most probably still watches on and it's breaking me.#it always has been but i'm the sensible one. i'm not allowed to do this. i shouldn't be writing this but i'm getting desperate #i've taken deep breaths. i've drank water. i've done everything plus things i should not have to ease it off.#maybe the reason why i love puppets and artificial characters because i'm always used like one. like i'm a toy to break or put away #stupid analogy everyone has made for themselves but i'm done trying to be a good writer. the composer.#i want to feel without being judged but of course that's impossible. it's fine when it's strangers but relentless stalkers? it's wrecking m #it has been for ages but i was scared to say because i'm used to apathy and false promises.#i keep forgetting things and hurting myself. i'm getting scared.

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divinekangaroo · 3 days

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just enough to let me drown - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | ? | ?

During S6-E5, starting with Tommy meeting Diana at the narrowboat, how he gets back to Arrow, that particular Dinner, through to Tommy returning home after dropping Jack Nelson off at the train.

Tommy was running out of women who didn’t look like other women. If Lizzie found out, he’d have only redheads left to fuck in his old age.

No. No old age. Only this.

Diana Mitford/Tommy Shelby, Past Oswald Mosley/Tommy Shelby, Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Past Oswald Mosley/Lizzie Stark, Jack Nelson, Charles Strong, Small Heath Sex Worker | Reference to Incest, Dehumanisation, Cigarette Burns, Disassociation, Racism, Class Issues, Intrusive Thoughts, Extremely Dubious Consent, Post Rationalisation, Flashbacks, Dyfunctional Relationship, Self Harm, Oral Trauma, Trauma, Plausible Deniability, Close POV/Unreliable Narration, Horrible Dinner Parties, Prostitution, Shame, Hurt/Comfort, Eating Inedible Objects, Vomiting, Pre-Seizure Markers, Where Fascism becomes a Personally Targetted Sexual Nightmare, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Falling Off the Wagon, Unreliable Memory, Hoarding, Orgasm Control, Innuendo, Ethnic Slurs, Trying (so fucking hard!) to Communicate (emotion is the enemy of oratory!), Spiralling, Purposeful Ambiguity, Failed Love Confession/s

#my writing #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy x lizzie #tommy shelby #tommy x diana #tommy x mosley #lizzie x mosley #jack nelson #charles strong #a purposefully 'did that actually happen? did he actually say that? was it all in his head' chapter #i promise the flashbacking and tommy's trauma-blurred sense of time/place only happens once more in this story he's done with the past now #featuring snips of my headcanon of tommy's hoarding habit:#as a little kid he collected/stole little bits of rich people tokens and hid them under the floorboards with a vague thought one day he'd -#-have enough to become one of them #also tried to write this so the t-l scene in the show (getting dressed and 'when i know everything i'll tell you everything') still works.#lizzie is pissed at the perfume but she always believed tommy slept with sex workers ongoing through their marriage. not the same as diana.#lizzie realising txd happened the morning after txl's hotel ILU seemed important. nothing in what diana said at dinner did that. and so #also wanted tommy handing duke to uncle charlie.in this way that tommy arranged the fam's marriages #sorry uncle charlie that i never saw you as a dad. but here you go: a fatherless son i prepared earlier. good luck #as to what tommy's 'script' was with lizzie that got derailed when she laughed at him: reader's choice. XD #he spirals around and around and around what happened with diana and never touches centre

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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Hello, I've been thinking about your actors au. Are you doing anything about Rei and Mikio being the only side characters with faces in the first trial? Because I do have a theory about that which I haven't posted but I always thought that was really interesting. Even Yamanaka pointed it out in the first anniversary stream.

Ah, I definitely want to!! Mikio is the man in Harrow, right? (There's also maybe-Rumerie in Bring it On who drives me crazy to this day asdfsd) I'm hoping once the project ends and we get the bigger picture, I can really highlight their relationships more. I'll touch on some of my ideas real quick, but I'd love to hear your theory if you ever end up posting it 👀

My problem is, I originally thought the faces show the prisoners' love towards them, and not necessarily mutual relationship -- which causes some hiccups with including them as characters in the au... (Including t2 faces), Haruka hungers for his mother's love, but given her abuse, they couldn't in good conscience have her on set with him. Rumerie may have been some sort of friend, but he didn't seem so close that he'd be okay seeing Fuuta again and being implicated in his crime. Muu cares very deeply for Rei, but even if the murders never occurred, I can't picture a young girl would feel safe filming her own death at the hands of her bully... I ran into a similar issue with Mahiru and Kazui's partners, but as adults I felt like it was easier and safer for them to consent to the situation.

However! The fact that Kotoko's victim has a clear face really interests me, because that's the only one that (seemingly) has no established relationship or love between them. What could Muu's realtionship with her classmate have in common with Kotoko's and the victim she hunted down from a distance? So I'd love to compare with your thoughts and reevaluate my theory as the new mvs come out...

#milgram #rei #mikio #rumerie #ah thank you for the question -- im glad youre enjoying the au :))#(i know you didnt really ask for all my thoughts asdfdsf but ah well)#as a big fuuta fan that those arcade guys have been driving me insane and i still have nothing to show for it lmao #but yeah -- i do want to include something eventually that their connection was the most important #because even though hinako hsa a face now theres something to be said about her appearance in half #kazui really wasnt thinking as deeply about her as muu was thinking of rei and so on #itd be sweet in the au if - after everything settles down - rei can see muus videos somehow and realize she did deeply care about her #resulting in them smoothing things over and becoming good friends #i do love the reimuu theory so ill see how much room i have for interpretation when everything ends hehe...#(i dont want to promise writing years ahead of time but i want to add an epilogue chapter once we actually know who es is and get #the full story on the prisoners)#id love to hear your theory about them!#especially mikio! its shameful how little ive analyzed meme/harrow compared to some of the others -_- itd be cool to hear more about him #later ill make an official tag for this au #i think its time #ask #lights camera sing your sins

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