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yourmom69999999999 · 2 years

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it's a wild world

my first fic!!! chrissy cunningham x hargrove!f!reader

this concept has been on my mind for weeks, and im finally putting. it into writing!! lmk if anyone is interested in a sequel <3 also it's been six years since i watched st season 1 so i forget if tommy h is alive or not, also made him OOC bc i wanted to <3

pairing: chrissy cunningham x hargrove!f!reader

warnings: alcohol, homophobia, weed, mention of sex, mention of abuse

Assumptions.

You hated them.

Sure, you held the Hargrove name and all the social clout that came with it. Yes, you were on the cheer team. Fine, you got good grades, better than your twin brother's, at least.

But there was so much more there, underneath the surface. If one got close, held a magnifying glass up to your life, put your brain under a microscope, they'd find things that would blow the person you appeared to smithereens. A pariah, an exile; that's what you would be if anyone got too close, too curious.

So you hid behind a boyfriend you hated and masqueraded as the perfect, All-American girl with friends who would socially crucify you if they ever learned the truth. You coped with smoke sessions with Eddie Munson and long drives in the car you and Billy shared. You pretended to be madly in love with your boyfriend when the one you truly had eyes for was your best friend.

After all, who would assume that you were in love with Chrissy Cunningham?

It was during one of those smoke sessions with Eddie that the truth roared out of you, with all the violence and bravado of a tsunami.

"You and Tommy, huh?" Eddie asked, peering at you through the hazy air. You rolled the joint between your fingers, concocting an answer.

"Yeah. You disappointed or something, Eds?" you answered after a moment, taking a long puff. Eddie blinked at you, and your stomach twisted. He couldn't have a crush on you, could he? You were members of completely different social stratospheres, only becoming friends because he was the only drug dealer in this shithole town.

"Eds, I...um...look, I'm sorry if I led you on or..." you started, the relaxation of your high seemingly evaporating. Eddie's eyes widened, and his entire body begasn convulsing with laughter.

"Jesus H. Christ, absolutely not," he said between fits of laughter. "No, I can assure you that is not happening."

"Oh, okay. Good!" you cleared your throat, fearing that you were coming off as suspiciously eager. "I mean, you're good-looking and all just, you know, I'm not into the whole metalhead bad boy thing. Not saying that that's bad! Just, you know preferences-"

"For the love of God, stop talking for one second." Eddie cut you off. "Even if your preferences were in line with my appearance, it would be a no from me."

"Oh." You said softly. You detected a hint of...was it sadness? Fear? Shame? You took a hit of the joint, trying to come up with something to say. Trying to keep your mind from wondering what that tone in his voice could indicate.

"So what is your type, then?" Eddie interrupted your racing thoughts. "Clearly jocks, of some kind. But maybe something more? Maybe a skater, stoner type?"

He made a motion for the joint, which you took another hit from before passing it to him. You inhaled, visualizing the smoke curling down your throat, flowing through your lungs; you held it in until your chest felt like it was going to explode, or burst into flames, or hopefully both with the direction this conversation was going in.

"I don't have a type, I don't think." you finally exhaled. Eddie rolled his pink-rimmed eyes.

"Secrets, secrets, are no fun unless you tell everyone." He sang, waggling his eyebrows.

"You tell me your type first." you challenged.

"Fine. Tall, dark, and mysterious." Eddie quipped. You couldn't help the laugh that rippled out of you; no one else seemed to understand your sense of humor. The ridiculous charade he put on when you first bought from him had you in stitches, and the way he could make you laugh kept you coming back, first as a customer and then as a friend.

"Gotcha. How tall? 5'9, 5'10? Can she wear heels with you?" you asked. Eddie hummed to himself, and put the joint on an ashtray.

"I feel like I can really trust you." he began, his brown eyes boring into your own. The humor that was there just seconds ago seemed to have disappeared.

"Of course, Eds. And I trust you. With my life, basically. " He smiled at that and reached for your hand.

"Just promise me you won't hate me, or tell anyone? I already get enough shit from this town, I don't need another reason." Your eyes widened at this, and maybe it was the high or the sudden wave of recognition at his words, but all your inhibitions flew out the window.

"Are you..." you began slowly, giving him time to cut you off just in case you were way off base.

"Yeah," Eddie whispered. You nodded and squeezed his hand tightly. "If you're like, weirded out by that or-"

"Eds, are you kidding?" You squeezed his hand even tighter, his rings leaving an indent in your palm. "I would never be weirded out by you. You're one of my only real friends. I won't tell anyone, I swear."

He smiled, and abruptly pulled you into a bear hug.

"Thanks," he breathed. Your face was buried in his hair, and you inhaled the smell of marijuana and cheap cologne. Between the stress of school and your tumultuous home life, you had begun to equate Eddie's scent with comfort. He felt like home, you decided. His trailer was more of a home than your house, where you shared a bedroom with your stepsister while Billy got an entire room to himself, which he had baptized with impossibly loud music and constant chainsmoking. You were safe, didn't have to hold Max and comfort her while Billy and your dad fought in the living room. Didn't have to be a punching bag for Billy's subsequent outbursts. Didn't have to think about your mom, out there somewhere in California, perfectly fine while you wasted away in Hawkins.

"Eds," you began, still wrapped up in his arms. You made eye contact with the Ozzy up on his wall. Go on, he seemed to goad you. Be honest with at least one person in your life. You frowned at Ozzy, and took a deep breath. "I'm...um...you know...the same."

He pulled you in tighter and wrapped a hand around the back of your head. Tears began to prick at your eyes; right here, you realized, was the one person on Earth you trusted enough to take off the carefully constructed mask you wore around everyone.

"Fuck," you pulled away, wiping at your eyes. "I didn't mean to cry, I just...y'know, never told anyone." Eddie rubbed soothing circles on your back.

"Same here," he said. "We've got each other, right?" His ringed hand reached out to envelope yours.

"I've got you, Eds." you smiled.

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You hated parties.

That was a lie: you loved parties, you just hated these ones. The post-football victory parties in the abandoned burger shop. The ones where your boyfriend had his hard-on pressed into your back as he drunkenly swayed to rock music. The ones where you watched as Billy chatted up his new flavor of the week, knowing you would have to steal Max's Walkman later that night to drown out the sounds that your step-sister had dubbed as 'happy screams.'

Most of all, you hated seeing her with him.

Chrissy was a breath of fresh air in Hawkins. She was the sunshine you had been longing for ever since you left California for the great state of Indiana. She was the one girl on the cheer team that you felt truly comfortable with. When others talked over you at the lunch table, she kept listening to you, nodding her head and smiling.

That smile. Jesus Christ, the gnawing feeling of jealousy grew even stronger as you saw her beaming up at Jason, arms wrapped around his neck. They swayed in tandem with the music, much more graceful than your awkward shuffles as Tommy all but humped your lower back.

"D'you wanna go upstairs?" Tommy whispered in your ear. You considered your options: stew in envy as you watched the girl that you would never, ever, be able to have dance with a Christian zealot who would condemn you to Hell if he could. Or escape for a little while, no matter how awkward it was as you feigned pleasure.

"Yeah," you downed the rest of your drink. "Yeah, let's go." You tossed the cup onto the already trashed floor. You grabbed Tommy's hand and led him through the throng of drunk teens. You pretended not to see Chrissy wink at you behind Jason. You ignored the disapproving look Eddie shot you from the corner where he was doing business. You couldn't ignore Billy's glare as his hand roamed around your cheer captain's ass, though; you flipped him off, and he returned the favor. 'Classy' he mouthed. You rolled your eyes and continued pushing through the crowd. It was one thing for Billy to think you were a slut; it was quite another for him to suspect that you were a lesbian. After his treatment of Max's boyfriend, you knew he would be less than accepting of you, no matter if you were his twin or not.

You took the stairs two at a time, with Tommy close behind.

"Someone's excited," he quipped as you reached the landing. He twisted you around to face him, and kissed you, his hands running up and down your body.

Did you feel bad for playing pretend with a boy who, given the norm of Hawkins High relationships, was a sweetheart who treated you well? Yes, of course. You had started to go out with him when you were trying to deny your true feelings. After all, he was cute, and an object of desire at Hawkins; you'd be lying if you said you didn't take some sick sense of pride in the glares you got thrown your way when you walked hand-in-hand through the hallway. As time went on, you became more and more sure that you were playing a role, simply pretending to be someone else; out of desperation to preserve your social standing, though, you stuck with it, despite the guilt you felt every time he complimented you or got you a thoughtful gift. You weren't a total masochist; you knew that one day, someday, you'd have to call your and Tommy's relationship off.

But for now? His hands cupping your breasts and the liquor coursing through your veins were the only thing keeping your mind from straying to the party downstairs, where the girl that you'd been dreaming of for months was dancing with the boy that she loved.

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You leaned your head out the window, letting the cool air blow your hair every which way.

"To your house, right Chrissy?" The driver, a sophomore on the team, asked.

"Yep! We're both getting out there, Marcus," she said. "Right?" she nudged your elbow.

"Yep," you confirmed, reluctantly bringing yourself back into the car. Chrissy smiled and leaned her head on your shoulder. You couldn't hide the smile that spread across your face as her hair tickled your neck.

"A little sleepover, ladies?" Jason jeered, eyes raking over you and Chrissy. "I'd like to see that, all those pillow fights in lacy PJs and boy talk."

"Fuck off, Jason." you grumbled. Chrissy just snuggled further into your side, seemingly oblivious to her boyfriend's skeevy comments. You tried your best to ignore the jealousy that rose up as he slid a hand up Chrissy's thigh.

"Don't be such a perv, Carver." Tommy added from the front seat. He turned around and smiled at you sympathetically as if apologizing for his friend. Another wave of guilt hit you; you were leading on a boy who would always stick up for you, even when it was from his best friend since childhood.

"All right, we're here." the sophomore interjected as he pulled up to Chrissy's house.

"C'mon, Chris. Wakey wakey," you gently tapped her knee.

"Mmkay," she sighed, her breath hitting your neck and sending shivers down your spine. After she bid goodbye to Tommy and promising to call him in the morning, you opened the door and grabbed her hand, helping her out of the car.

"Bye, ladies! Have fun," Jason called out, waggling his eyebrows. You flipped him off.

"Bye bye," Chrissy waved innocently. "Thanks, Malcolm." she smiled sweetly at the driver. You recognized the lovestruck look in his eyes as the one you had to hide whenever Chrissy walked into a room. Good luck, buddy, you thought.

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"Had so much fun tonight," Chrissy sighed contentedly, rolling over to face you. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, of course," you smiled, trying your best to ignore the proximity of your faces.

"You and Tommy are so sweet," she said.

"Yeah, he's great," you added. "Jason's great, too." you added quickly,

"Not really," she whispered. "He can be such a pig when he drinks." Her brows furrowed, a feeling you can't place clouding her pretty features.

"You heard what he said in the car?" you asked, curiosity getting the best of you. She nodded and rolled onto her back. You observed her side profile, admiring her gently sloped nose and full lips.

"It's just...do you ever feel..." she started, and then stopped. She examined her cuticles before continuing. "Like, you're faking it? Like everyone has this idea of you and you can't do anything about it?"

You inhaled sharply, and her eyes met yours.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it," you assured her. She smiled and reached a hand out to twirl a piece of your hair around her finger.

"Pretty," she whispered. You blinked, not letting yourself look like that one word just took all the air out of your lungs. "You're so pretty."

"You too, Chris," you say. "Prettiest girl in Hawkins." As soon as the words leave your mouth, you regret them. You curse the last beer you had at the party, letting you drunkenly confess at least one of your lovestruck thoughts about the girl next to you.

"No one's ever told me that before," she smiles, tucking the strand of hair she was playing with behind your ear. You close your eyes, relieved at her reaction. You freeze when you feel her plush lips press a chaste kiss on your forehead. "You're my best friend," she whispers, close enough for you to feel her breath on your cheek.

"Mine too," you respond, trying to keep your heart from launching out of your chest.

"G'night," Chrissy says softly, withdrawing her hand from your hair and turning to turn off the light.

"G'night, Chris," you whisper into the dark, letting a smile creep across your face.

Every touch, every sweet word, every smile, and every shared laugh; they were sacred to you, rare opportunities for you to let yourself believe in the impossible.

What you didn't know was that as you drifted off into a tipsy, blissful sleep, Chrissy was awake, stomach in knots as she mentally scolded herself for letting her true feelings come out.

#chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #st fanfic #st fanfiction #st imagine #wlw fanfic

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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lol like anything with tw is going to center around sam. its crazy how these people can just magically forget about the very public j2 divorce.

God. For as much as they call people delusional, watching them build a short term psychic bubble around themselves to dream of it is like. [opens dictionary] Oh wow, it's the picture of their entire conversation under the definition of "delusional." Just right there.

They've segregated the shows clearly. They love hearing the "the old show was about the brothers as the bond" part, and then they have selective hearing loss when it follows up with, "and that kind of bond people enjoy watching is important, but this one is about romance, not bromance. You still need characters people want to see every week, but it's not about bromance, this is a romance." [staples it on the poster and in the ads and on the socials complete with Their Bond IS Supernatural, A Supernatural Love Story]

They're gonna keep trying and trying and trying to force this expired idea in this new show that was literally not remotely made for it or them. Sure, Sam's gonna be in it, but it's HIS turn to be the Family Mascot. In Supernatural, that was Cas. Like. If you picked 1 person for Found Family, it's Cas. That's your family mascot.

Now it's a romance, not a bromance. And while the front half leads with John/Mary, it's all appropriate to Dean's journey. And finding his Queen. Because it's a Romance. And that's the show structure. So yeah Sam's important to base canon, just like Cas was important. So now, Sam gets to be the Family Mascot(TM). See how that works?

They just. Refuse. They refuse to listen. To the show, to Robbie, to like, common sense or basic media literacy. To anything but the ao3 visualizations inside their own head. They'll ignore a show being about The Truth About My Parents and go "HM IS THIS AN AU?" yeah because that fuckin makes sense. No, we're not following AU Dean or the Richesters or whatever dumb fuck idea bubbles up from the septic tanks of their mind. Like some people already know what it is and that's just... it's a very... pubescent... assumption. Very... "my understanding of media ends at when I started writing fanfics at 13" level story analysis level of thinking. Wild shit. Wild, lazy, funny shit.

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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Hi! While watching the new episode of 609 Bedtime Story on Friday, I noticed something cinematographic in the background that I’m not sure how to interpret, so I was wondering if you might be able to explain to me what it could mean? (I’m still fairly new to this whole ‘The colors and lines and angles all have a meaning!’ thing, so I often do notice things but don’t know what to do with them.)

I’m talking about the dividing line in the background that appears in the scene at the café, where Mum meets Dew while returning Mint’s phone. It’s not super distinct, but it’s there. And Mum is clearly on his side of the divide, almost maintaining too much distance—maybe because he’s feeling estranged from Dew because he’s not his Dew? Or because he’s consciously trying to stay away from him to avoid making things awkward or to prevent himself from reaching out to him?

Meanwhile, Dew is standing much closer to the dividing line and kind of ... shifting around right at the border, sometimes just barely crossing it. I guess it’s like he’s trying to cross it, but doesn’t know how or can’t? I don’t know, that’s just my interpretation. The question to me is why, if he doesn’t remember who Mum is.

And then, when Dew crashes into the waiter behind him and falls right into Mum’s arms (I was feeling so sorry for Mum, because he gets to hold his boy but said boy doesn’t even remember him), they briefly meet in the middle, thereby crossing the divide for the duration of their hug. Although, really it’s just Dew who has crossed it, Mum remains on his side the entire time, with the exception of his hands that are around Dew.

But as soon as their hug ends, they’re both back on their respective sides, with Mum as far away from the line as he was before, and with Dew closer to it, once again, but still firmly on his side and not quite as close to it as he was before the hug.

I guess my question from all of this is: why? What’s happening here? I understand that their hug brought them together for a moment and that’s how they were able to cross the divide, because they were no longer separated in that moment and they were having a connection, but why does it seem to be Dew who’s always trying to cross over to Mum’s side? Especially if he doesn’t remember him?

(As a side note: do you think the horizontal line spanning the glass wall behind them is doing anything? Is there any meaning to it?)

I don’t know, maybe I’m misinterpreting or over-interpreting some stuff or overlooking something, but I thought maybe you’d have an idea, since you always seem to be able to pick up on these things and actually understand how they work (for which I greatly admire you, and I’m working on getting there too). Also, I’m sorry this got so long and convoluted. I hope you don’t mind me basically using you as a way to rant and vent my spinning thoughts and asking you about this. I’m really trying to learn how this stuff works because it’s a joy to notice and understand, so I’m using every chance I get to learn.

I hope you have an amazing day (and a great time watching the last episode of Between Us later today, fingers crossed it’ll be as good as it gets)!

@annamusic125-blog - I'm so happy you invited me to this conversation, but don't EVER apologize for big brain energy like this! You did amazing with your analysis and provided great visuals to support your claims. I am thrilled that you saw the lines too and that you noticed who crossed them! It's tough for people to acknowledge the background noise, so your observation skills are exceptional!

*This GIF comes from Parasite which did a fantastic job of using lines to show class divides and demonstrate people "crossing the lines" as well as utilizing stairs and building floors to show class status and wealth. AKA the movie helps people see the lines they may miss in other media.

Lines can be so subtle that we may not even realize they are there, like the line that divides Nueng and Palm in the beginning of Never Let Me Go.

Or the subtle lines that Wang always crosses with Inthawut in 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us (lines and barriers are significant in this show and integrated into the narrative extremely well).

But this is something that Golf and Suthipong, the director and cinematographer of both 609 Bedtime Story and The Eclipse, love to use - the subtle divides

But it's not just the divides they enjoy; it's the crossing of those divides

And it's the connection that runs through the divides. A strong line that is not vertical tends to be used for connecting characters.

When Akk started this argument with Ayan, Ayan was below the horizontal line and on his side of the wall.

But when the argument ends, Ayan is equal with Akk and the horizontal line that runs through Akk ends at Ayan. The line that once divided them is now used to connect them. Note: Ayan is always the one to cross the line in the beginning.

The lines don't have to be horizontal either. They can be diagonal, but normally, a diagonal line also builds balance.

All of this is to support exactly what you are thinking - the horizontal line is connecting Mum and Dew.

As you noted, Dew is so close to crossing the vertical line, but you asked why if he doesn't know this Mum? Because the show is proving that any version of Dew wants to be with any version of Mum regardless of the universe. This is reinforced by the vertical lines that divide Dew and Mint.

No matter the universe, there is always a line or object that divides Mint and Dew. It even appears in Mum's original universe between them.

But you might be thinking, they have the horizontal line too. Yes, because an each universe they are connected (at the head, not the body or the heart), but the barrier exists here too with much more space than what Dew gives Mum. With Mint, Dew always leaves plenty of space.

But he crosses the line or barrier with Mum each time

Which is why fate has him cross the line here

Mum is maintaining so much space between them because he doesn't want to ruin his sister's happiness. He knows if he gets too close to Dew, he will give in, so fate pushes them together and does what Mum can't. Dew is so close to the line because he doesn't know the information that Mum does. He is physically reacting to Mum's presence, unaware of what draws him to Mum, but willing to cross the line to see.

Don't forget the colors!

P'Golf established the colors in an introduction video to the series: Mum's original world is green, yellow, and red. Dew's world is blue. Their 609 fantasy world is purple. Mum, as much as he is distancing himself from his world's Dew, he is still very much connected to his 609 fantasy world Dew -

He makes this Dew a purple drink, with a purple lily (fantasy world Dew's favorite), in his purple shirt, a color he hasn't worn before. The Dew he gives it to is not the 609 fantasy world Dew, but the transference of the color is another link between any version of Mum and any version of Dew because later on, this Dew enters the fantasy world and sleeps with Mum.

Golf and Suthipong are visually showing us that Mum and Dew are connected no matter what and will continue to cross the lines because regardless of the universe, they are drawn to each other.

Good eye! I hope you are proud of yourself for your remarkable attention to detail and thanks for the ask.

#609 bedtime story #Mum x Dew #background noise #the colors mean things #the cinematography #crossing the line #In any universe‚ they are connected

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lakeseekers · 1 year

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I really wish there were more illustrated books for adults. I would love to read novels that had illustrations for each chapter, and tackled serious themes where the artwork and the novel could have a conversation with one another. Like I don’t just mean entirely representational illustration either, where the art depicts what’s happening in the story, but I also see an opportunity for conceptual or abstract work that compliments the themes of the novel. The text and the art could work in tandem or in opposition, and I think that would make for some really compelling conversations that could elevate both mediums.

This thought was spurred because I’m currently reading A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, a book that frequently discusses art so far, and I think it would be really interesting to see the artist characters’ work as they’re described in the novel. The written descriptions are vivid and fascinating, and I feel I can clearly picture them in my mind, so I don’t necessarily think the book lacks anything without seeing those paintings, but that’s one thing that got me started with these musings.

If anyone sees this, what are some novels that you would love to see illustrated or see artwork inspired by it? Can be absolutely anything! I’m just very fascinated at the moment by the ways that written novels and visual arts could be combined.

#musings #literature #art theory #god I wish I knew what to tag this as to get people interested in these ideas to see them and discuss #a little life

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miyakuli · 3 months

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Fall of Porcupine

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Fall of Porcupine is a narrative game set in the small town of Porcupine, in which you follow Finley, a young doctor just out of medical school, as he tries to make ends meet between his professional and private lives. The game clearly seeks to denounce the health system and the difficult working conditions of medical staff, but doesn't always follow through on its ideas, in my opinion.

❤ The art direction is really charming, it's colorful and soft on the eyes, the animations are well done and the anthropomorphic characters look really cute and are all very distinct from each other. ❤ Still speaking of the characters, I found them all interesting and even really touching for some of them. You can really build up a deep relationship just by chatting to them a little every day, like a comfortable routine. The dialogues are also very human, with some characters being very direct and others much more philosophical, but their words always ring true. ❤ The visual details that enrich the narrative without having to explain everything, such as Finley's room getting messier and messier, his face getting more tired/depressed as time goes by, the town coming alive and emptying according to the circumstances etc….

+/- So let's get down to the nitty-gritty: the script. In itself, the story is pretty good, and the underlying message about the hospital situation is well conveyed. There are some good ideas, such as creating a real contrast between the calm and soothing life when you're in the city and the cold and stressful side when you enter the hospital, or making the mini-games a little more difficult depending on the pressure you're under in the hostpital ward. The game's creators also consulted real doctors to get as close as possible to their feelings and daily lives, so the situations seem plausible… but the pace of the story is too inconsistent. In fact, the game aims to evoke a certain melancholy feeling by setting a very slow pace for the first few hours, but then suddenly takes off with a series of much more eventful phases, culminating in an extremely abrupt ending. As a result, you get the impression that everything has happened at the end, and that we're barely touching on the problems of the healthcare system, which is the main subject of the game. The finale is certainly open-minded, but doesn't offer any thoughts on potential solutions to improve hospital life, or even address the direct consequences this may have on the town of Porcupine… +/- The mini-games are fairly varied and enjoyable, but oh my god, some of them are just unplayable with the controller; including a game where you have to keep pressing down on buttons at the same time and I'm asked to twist my fingers into inhuman positions, or a rhythm game where no matter how hard I press the right button, it still counts wrong… it was very frustrating. +/- The game's music is really very beautiful and helps to create a calm, melancholy atmosphere, but there are a lot of empty moments and not much in the way of other sound effects.

✖ The city isn't that big, but it's divided into 2 areas that take quite a long time to cross on foot. As a result, if you're like me and want to wander around every day to have your little routine conversations with the locals, going back and forth becomes tiring, and you would have needed a shortcut between these two districts. ✖ Quite a few bugs like dialogue bubbles that stick out of the frame, symbols that indicate an interaction but nothing happens when you click on them, characters that sometimes get stuck when they have to follow you and a game crash x')

While the game's message is entirely praiseworthy and completely in tune with current medical events, in my opinion it misses the mark because it doesn't go deeply enough into this theme. Its main strength lies in the characters and the various discussions you have with them, which are often mature and poetic. In fact, it reminded me a lot of Night in the Woods, which I highly recommend if, like Fall of Porcupine you're looking for a tranquil game that tackles very human subjects such as finding one's place in society.

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#fall of porcupine #lovely but ahhh could have been so much more meaningful!!!#I won't miss some of the mini games though lol #personal #Lola plays games #Youtube

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saintsenara · 5 months

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bunch of questions for war of roses: obviously i have my own thoughts about the blood motif that is present in the chapter. what was your intention with it? i know you wrote an entire post about why this is called the war of roses. but i am most curious about roses being walburga's favourite flower, and her watching the undulating roses in mourning clothes. It is such a striking image - and it appears in two of your fics. thoughts?

thank you very much for the ask, pal! it seems that chapter one of the war of the roses can be summed up pretty accurately by dear old film!ginny...

and the answer, as you are becoming familiar with via our conversations in the deathly hallows bookclub, is that both the theme of blood and the characterisation of walburga are driven by my belief that the way the series presents the body, illness, and disability fucking sucks.

why is there so much blood?

obviously, one reason for the motif of blood is as a visual metaphor for the social context: the wizarding world is obsessed with class, heredity, and lineage; sirius spent his youth trying to escape those forces but has been shoved back into his childhood home, made to confront the fact that half the people trying to murder his found family are his blood relatives, and face being reminded constantly by his mother's portrait that his decision to turn his back on his parents' blood supremacy is considered to be a stain on his entire line. the blood being leached daily from him against his will when he brushes his crumbling teeth and spits onto his mother's expensive porcelain is one way of showing the effect this is having on his mental state...

but something which will also be a prominent theme in this story is the fact that twelve years in azkaban must have been physically ruinous for sirius. all too often, the harry potter series dismisses or minimises the concept of physical illness or disability - all injuries are easily healed; all physical disabilities, such as moody's loss of his eye, are rendered obsolete by magic.

the series' main focus when it comes to illness or disability is the impact of these things on cognition - and on how the series understands cognitive function to connect to magical ability. [think lockhart, the longbottoms, ariana dumbledore, etc...]

the series also - even though it does purport to think that the soul and the will are separate things [voldemort's horcruxes do not diminish his extraordinary power or intelligence] - connects cognitive function to the soul, as we see in the fact that the dementor's kiss causes something akin to brain stem death.

azkaban, then, is set up in canon as something which primarily impacts the cognitive state of its inmates - especially by forcing them into a state which mirrors the symptoms of major depression and which has them constantly worrying about their souls being eaten. but it also clearly damages them enormously physically too. both sirius and bellatrix are described as 'gaunt' after their escape - and while the prisoners' loss of appetite may be caused by the psychological force of the dementors, starvation is also a physically damaging process. the fact that the prison is frequently described in canon as being poorly maintained and in the middle of a freezing ocean will also have a physical impact on the people confined there - in terms of making them more susceptible to respiratory illness, circulation problems etc. - alongside its mental one.

physical decay and injury is rarely shown in the series - which is strikingly resistant to gore of any kind - but the war of the roses isn't. sirius is losing so much blood - in his urine, from his gums - because his body is a wreck after his time in prison, and his experience of what can be meaningfully described as chronic illness will be a key theme of the piece.

[what's wrong with his leg remains to be seen...]

why is walburga transfixed by the image of roses?

one of the things which i think it's crucial to bear in mind about the canonical walburga - and, indeed, something which is the central theme of a planned in defence of walburga black meta i have sitting in my drafts - is that her primary purpose in canon isn't to be a real person, but to be one of the amalgamation of various different gothic literary tropes which make up grimmauld place.

indeed, the walburga of order of the phoenix and deathly hallows isn't so much a character as she is a piece of worldbuilding. she's a spectre haunting her son. she exists exclusively to increase the sinister atmosphere of grimmauld place and, above all, to hammer home the point that the house is a semi-sentient prison which is driving sirius slowly mad and which is the direct cause of the depression and restlessness which will eventually lead him to disobey the order to stay put, go to the department of mysteries, and meet his death. [except that hasn't happened here!]

this is - of course - the same purpose served by lots of other women in gothic or quasi-gothic stories. walburga is like rebecca de winter - who exists only as a memory designed to torture others. she's bertha rochester, rattling around the attic and attempting to ruin the man-of-the-house's happiness.

which means that my reading of her has always been heavily influenced by those texts which can be used to challenge and/or recontextualise the figure of the woman in the gothic novel. above all, charlotte perkins gilman's the yellow wallpaper, in which a mentally ill woman becomes obsessed by the pattern on the wallpaper in a room to which she is confined. as i've said in the notes to lamentation - the other piece of writing on walburga which uses this motif - i really don't like the fanon of 'black family madness', and i much prefer to think of walburga as someone who suffers from depression, which would be treatable if anybody cared enough to help her.

why roses specifically? well, the flower has an extremely prominent role in the english imagination - especially as a symbol of nobility and of feminine beauty [the english rose archetype]. it seemed a good choice for someone who is clearly so profoundly affected by the twin pressures of class and gender.

[why she constantly wears mourning clothes remains to be seen...]

#asenora fics #the war of the roses #asks answered

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lovealexarose · 2 years

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POWERFUL MANIFESTATION TECHNIQUE: REVISION 💫

What is it?

Picture this. You're the lead director of a movie --> Meaning, you're in charge of every scene, character, role, and scenario. Before releasing it, you play it back and make sure everything fits your ideal movie. If it doesn't fit, you simply go back and rewrite it.

Now picture your life as the movie with many different scenes, scenarios, characters, and events. You're still the director. You're in charge of how everything plays out, and you can play back scenes that don't fit your ideal life or reality.

Also known as Neurolinguistic Programming (NLP) and "change personal theory"

QUOTE ↠ NEVILLE GODDARD

"At the end of my day, I review the day; I don't judge it, I simply review it. I look over the entire day, all of the episodes, all of the events, conversations, all of the meetings, and then I see it clearly in my mind's eye, I rewrite it. I rewrite it and make it conform to the ideal day I wish I had experienced.I take scene after scene, revise it, and having revised my day. In my imagination, I relive that day, the revised day, and I do it over and over in my imagination until this seemingly imagined state begins to take on me the tones of reality. It seems that it's real, that I actually did experience it and I have found that I actually did experience it and have found from experience that these revised days if really lived, will change my tomorrows.When I meet people today that disappointed me, they will not tomorrow, for in me I have changed the very nature of that being, and having changed him, he bears witness tomorrow of the change that took place within me ..."

∘ ⍢ how can this work? ↓

How do we know something has actually happened in the past?

We recall memories of the event

There is only evidence of the event through the recall

This then confirms your memory of the event, but it's just a form of assumption. It's an affirmation.

Affirmations become manifest through emotion, visualization, and belief.

The truth is, we only live NOW in the present.

Humans are a finite focal point of awareness, observing this current point in time. Physical reality is just refraction.

Let's look at your brain.

Your brain (crystal receiver) is encased in complete darkness. It doesn't know what's going on outside. It cant see smell, feel, or touch anything. So, it says to its friends please go out there and collect some data and bring me back information so I can process it and figure it out.

So they go out and collect this info but they can't decipher it themselves. They bring it back to your brain, the brain figures this out and then projects a hologram of what is going on inside...

We are all navigating through an electromagnetic field.

In the field, there is only imagination. Imagination then becomes materialized through emotion (vibration/vibrating strings).

⍪The past present and future exist simultaneously in the form of assumptions ⍪

Anything that has happened in the "past" only exists in your mind, which manifests into 3D reality as tangible evidence.

⌅ ♥ what is it useful for?

Breaking reoccurring patterns

Healing past wounds (undo tragedy)

Healing wounds/illnesses of loved ones

Having perfect health

Creating dream relationships

Saving relationships/reversals

Changing present reality into your dream world

... anything else you can imagine :)

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What you think of with feeling and emotion is fact

Your present reflects what you believe of yourself and others

Reality is a shadow reflecting your imagination

The change does not come from revision, but from assuming the feeling of the wish fulfilled through revision.

When you create an experience in imagination, you invoke creation.

⁎✰⬂The Feedback loop⤸⟲

If your reaction to an event does not change, your present reality will continue to repeat itself, and you will become stuck.

The key is observing your past from a 3rd party perspective. Don't attach yourself to the experience. Events are not you. You are just the observer of the event.

Realize the experience is a teacher. Nothing more, or less.

"Dwelling on past irritations and hurts perpetuates them .. The circle can be broken by starting now to revise anything you no longer wish to sustain in your world."

#law of assumption #manifesting #manifestation #affirmations #affirmyourreality #changeyourlife #spirituality journey #spiritualgrowth #spiritual #spiritualjourney #neville goddard #loassumption #affirming #spirituality #healing #self healing #self help

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esther-dot · 2 years

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I do think they can show that Jon is still having conflict of emotions regarding Dany just like he had in books regarding Ygritte. If Sansa will make an appearance, I think it would be like for an episode and they have conversation like from previous seasons. I don't believe they will show Jonsa as endgame but they can show Sansa and Jon companionship. Also I don't think it's canon stuff but more like what Kit and makers are experimenting with Jon's character which could be interesting.

I think it would feel very wrong if they didn’t have Jon deal with emotional fallout from what happened in GoT, but it’s hard for me to compare the Ygritte and Dany situations (even though there were shared beats) because Jon’s conduct was so different. Jon remained loyal to the Watch the entire time with Ygritte, so even when he had conflicted feelings I felt like it was part of showing he’s a good, caring kid. In spite of being enemies, he saw them as people and cared.

I wouldn’t have minded that kind of interaction with Jon and Dany and I wouldn’t mind him feeling guilt for killing her when he feels guilt over Ygritte. People do have guilt even when they don’t regret the action because some actions are just awful things to do even if necessary. However, in the show, they indicated that Jon betrayed his people’s trust when he bent the knee seemingly unnecessarily and then he lied to his lords and family that he had to to save them and then even when warned about Dany, he forced Northern armies to follow her into a massacre. And the excerpt of the script from 8x05 that I saw indicated that at some point before they attacked KL, he knew there was a good chance that’s what would happen, so they wrote a lot of moral culpability into Jon’s choices without ever dealing with it.

I wrote this about a year after the finale:

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So even though we can say it make sense for him to have conflicted emotions over the characters, (and I have tried to write a little of that in one of my post canon fics), I think Jon’s choices are so damning that they are what should haunt him—not Dany’s death. And Ygritte isn’t a good person by my standards but she was written to represent the ideals of a group and imo, wasn’t meant to be seen as particularly evil, rather a product of a certain way of life. But in the end, Dany was the worst person in Westeros, and I say that because one of the writers called her father Hitler which he used to mean the worst person in their world, and then they went and made visual parallels between Dany and Hitler, had Emilia watch Hitler speeches for prep on delivering Dany’s, and you know, had Dany burn children alive. So, imagine a story that instead of celebrating the people who attempted to assassinate Hitler, was about how much a character loved him or how much he grieved after his death. That doesn’t sit well, does it? That’s why so many of us are disgusted with Jon questioning whether it was right to kill Dany in the finale and why so many of us worry about what they’ll write in the sequel because yes, he’ll have a lot of feelings to work through but if it’s not about his own failure and is instead him mourning his lover…well, it’s offensive. You’re probably right that they’d view it and write it in a similar light, but it’s upsetting to me.

On the one hand, yes, it would be nice to have Jon back and give him a chance to actually talk about what all of the shit he went through before exile meant to him, but on the other, what he says and feels could be really destructive to how I view him and feel about him. I can dismiss the finale as all crap but if there’s a season of a show in which Jon is questioning stopping Dany or clearly meant to still be in love with her even after her rampage in KL…that’s beyond my ability to ignore. I don’t expect Jonsa at all (although I will continue to engage with that content because I think it’s fun), my issues are about Jon and what they’d do to him.

#jon show #< tag to filter #ask dot

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Sayonara Eri Analysis- a series

(feel free to skip the following intro)

Hello, I have decided that I will begin writing a series about Tatsuki Fujimoto's Sayonara Eri- I have been wanting to commit to writing about this oneshot for a very long time and I have finally managed to muster up the energy to properly write about this story. I hope you will enjoy this series (which will probably consist of roughly five parts, more or less), and I will try my best to update this as much as I can. I apologise in advance for my poor grammar and my rant like writing style which might be difficult to read. I'll jump right into it now.

Sayonara Eri was the first Fujimoto manga I have read, I still remember skimming through it quickly on the bus with low expectations in mind, but it ended up absolutely destroying me and consuming my brain. Since reading this oneshot, I have absolutely fallen in love with his manga, (thus my obsession began) and I immediately read Fujimoto's entire collection which became my biggest hyper-fixation. I would highly recommend you to check out this oneshot if you haven't yet (because it is that good). Even if you might not like it as much as I do, it is surely an experience of a lifetime. I won't waste time introducing the story as you can easily find a good blurb online, but I will conduct a deep analysis on every detail within this oneshot (because I am insane). I'll shut up now,

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Sayonara Eri, part 1

Most of Sayonara Eri's panels fit in the 2.35:1 widescreen cinemascope format with the exception of a mere few (depicting Yuta's true pov instead of from his smartphone camera). This form of panelling was crafted by the one and only Fujimoto which worked out beautifully and effectively- depicting Yuta's unhealthy habit of viewing his life through an outside perspective since the very start. The cinematic panels also allow the reader to almost "watch" the manga like a film- one of the main messages in the oneshot was to portray how one may alter their entire existence through technology through the power of deception. We were viewing Yuta's edited, romanticised film form the very beginning- already fallen straight in this false trap.

It can be observed from the beginning that Fujimoto has poured his heart into perfecting every minor detail in the story so his message could be delivered clearly (both visually and through language). I seriously admire him so much, he works incredibly hard and truly dedicates himself to his craft.

Yuta's childish, goofy nature is so precious. It's heart wrenching to see his playfulness slowly disappear through the story. Fujimoto excels at crafting realistic and truthful characters, Yuta speaks like a real person, you can imagine his mannerisms and tone just through the drawings and written dialogue- it's expressive, genuine, raw. I love it. Not every manga needs paragraphs of complicated, descriptive dialogue- Fujimoto excels at show, not tell. A lot of his messages are delivered visually (through facial expressions, background details or character mannerisms) or even through the tone in which the characters speak in (suggested through punctuation and word choices) This further increases the degree of realism in his stories- people normally converse using quick, simple language. Fujimoto doesn't fall into the trap of overexplanation or writing complicated, relentless dialogue that bores out his audience. It makes the story feel believable and truthful- allowing us to truly connect with it to an emotional and personal level.

After reading though the oneshot an embarassing amount of times- I managed to truly grasp onto the characterisation of Yuta's mom which I think was amazingly executed through the minimal screentime she had. It was obvious from the start that the visual appearance of Yuta's mom heavily resembled Makima- which I think was intentional. They also share an insane about of similarities in their personality and mannerisms. For instance- their manipulative, forceful nature, their role as an unhealthy motherlike figure, using others to fulfil their selfish desires, the way they were both introduced as "good people" in the beginning of the story- which was then revealed to be untrue. I found this detail very interesting. I feel like both Yuta's mom and Eri are figures who both represent the true nature of many human beings- how many of us are in fact self absorbed and untrusting- utilising deception to get by in life (to build an admirable self image, real or fake) and fufil our selfsh motivations through the use of people we surround ourselves with (without considering the consequences our actions have on others). Are people naturally selfish? It's scary to wonder how the people we trust might be constantly faking themselves and putting up an act. From what we learn from Yuta's mom later into the story, we get a glimpse of her true nature which was hidden behind closed doors. Left unrecorded on Yuta's glorified, romaticised movie footage. This made us pity Yuta even more, not only was his mom dead- she was also abusive, aggressive, foul mouthed and dismissive of her son's wellbeing. She was revealed to be a terrible mother.

This says a lot about how deceptive social media is- for instance. Yuta had the choice to include his mother's unappealing footage that revealed her true nature to the public- but he chose not to, and instead- he used the movie to remember her fondly through the minimal, heart warming moments he captured. Through just a phone, one's identity may be altered greatly, so much to the point where they might appear to be presented as almost a completely different person. Although Yuta had to live the remaining of his life bearing the suffering of his mother's death and abuse- he was able to offer others a glimpse of her beautiful moments, fulfilling his mother's wishes and allowing her to be remembered by others in a positive light. While Yuta remains to grieve in silence, he was able to spread a false impression of his mother who died tragically, so at least others could remember moments of joy, happiness and beauty that is precious. As Fujimoto once said- "ignorance is a bliss", sometimes it's better to not know a reality so one can live a more comfortable life, clouded by positive thoughts. This was what Yuta was able to spread to others through his highly edited film. It's undeniably untruthful, but it did leave a positive impact on the world. Without the movie, he wouldn't have met Eri as well (despite the fact that it could be argued that she was very toxic to him) but Yuta did manage to gain a fair share of beautiful memories with her as well. Sometimes, it really is better to be a bit optimistic and view the good in others- I think that I would rather live a life clouded by false joy than to be sunken into a depressing and brutal reality.

Yuta lived a terrible life, but he was able to fufil the wishes of the people around him and pay homage to the people who he appreciated in life. It's incredibly sad, but also heart warming.

One thing I found interesting was Eri's mysteriousness. She was portrayed to look dream-like, literally mythological. She has no last name, we know nothing about her character background and we don't see her interacting with people other than Yuta and his father- not even her other close friend who was briefly mentioned separately. It then almost makes us question- was Eri even real? This is the result of highly editing and altering one's life to the audience- for a good length of the story, we were only faced with Eri's more admirable qualities, we truly know nothing about her. Just like how we might actually be viewing a false identity of an online celebrity. It's good for the audience- being able to be influenced and faced with such an attractive figure, but it's a different story when we are confronted with a reality told through a person who had the opportunity to truly witness their true character. I feel like Eri's overall "fakeness" was successfully executed through the vagueness of her character- we as a reader was able to fall in love with her quickly and easily, just for this impression to be broken into pieces once Fujimoto shoved us with a reality. Through just this repeated scenario, Fujimoto successfully reinforced his message to the reader.

Following onto the analysis of Eri's vague, mysterious character presentation- I would like to further expand on her arc. I'll answer a few commonly asked questions.

Was Eri really a vampire?- I think no

Was Eri really ill- I think yes

Did Eri really die- I think yes too,

Did Eri really like Yuta's movie- Most probably, no.

I'll answer the first two questions on this post, then the next two on the following post. On the third post, I am planning on further expanding on the symbolism of the explosions in the story along with Yuta's attempted su*cides.

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Was Eri really a vampire?

I vaguely answered this on a reddit post, I'll paste it below-

( I personally think that Eri’s identity as a vampire and her “immortality” is the metaphorical representation of how her existence is preserved through Yuta’s memory and his movie despite the fact that she is deceased. Eri befriends Yuta with a clear motivation in mind- to be remembered fondly. Vampires feed off the vital essence of the living, and this dynamic can be vaguely seen in Yuta and Eri’s relationship. She fears to be forgotten, and wishes to be depicted in a way where she is lovable and admirable.

Yuta’s presentation of Eri was revealed to be overly idealistic towards the end of the manga, and I learnt that I was completely fooled by this twisted representation of this “dream girl” who was devoid of any flaw. There was no visual evidence of Eri’s true nature that was viewed through the perspective as an outsider- we only manage to perceive her through the lens of one singular person (plus Eri’s other friend, but there is no visual evidence of Eri’s interactions with her). Eri’s legacy is preserved after death through Yuta’s movie- even after many years, Eri’s youthful footage in the movie acts as a time capsule, preserved like a vampire while Yuta grows older and lives. Without Yuta (the living), Eri’s existence will only continue to live through the memories of Yuta, and her legacy will die and disappear off the face of the world- like Yuta’s mother, she is self obsessed and manipulative, using Yuta (a submissive and lonely boy with attachment issues) for their selfish wishes- (to be remembered by others beautifully, even through the heavy use of deception). The first Eri was the representation of her true existence while the second Eri comes in the form of a preserved memory, symbolic of the way how Yuta has never fully recovered from her passing. The explosion in the end is intense and cathartic- truthful and passionate, unlike the explosion in the first movie that was obviously edited in, leaving no damage on the hospital. However, the ending explosion actually caused wreckage. This marks the point in life where Yuta finally moves on and disassociates with his past in a positive manner- facing the reality of his situation and dropping the unhealthy habits of escapism that persisted through his youth towards adulthood.)- I hope this was clear

(*side note, there is no need for you to agree with my take, I'm just sharing my opinion)

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Was Eri really ill?

Yes, I believe that Eri was ill. There is clear evidence to my take on this answer that was there since the beginning of Eri's character arc. Looking back all the way towards her introduction, we can recall that Yuta met Eri on the hospital rooftop. There is a high chance that Eri was at the hospital for checkups, something of that sort. She had no reason to be loitering on some hospital rooftop if she was not a regular visitor or a patient. A hospital scene is also difficult to script in real life (for a low budget movie), Fujimoto obviously likes to add tinges of fantasy to his work, but he only does that if there is a clear message/reason behind it. I don't see why a hospital scene, (in which Eri looked clearly ill) would be fake/ scripted for the movie.

I think it has to be true that Eri was ill- all this time, and it can be guessed that Eri had clear desire in mind from the beginning, which is wanting her death to be captured as beautifully as the way Yuta did for his mother. I doubt Eri really cares about Yuta, she is an incredibly self obsessed character.

Yuta was emotionally destroyed by the news of Eri's declining health. The entire point of Eri (also being ill) was to highlight Yuta's journey of reliving his childhood trauma, making his character arc even more tragic. This highlights the detrimental psychological effects one would have to endure after- growing to be attached to someone just to have the relationship crumble right in front of you and to also unwillingly be forced into a situation that brings a great deal of trauma... while Eri remained to be uncaring of Yuta's wellbeing, just like his mother. Eri most likely knew how much Yuta was affected by his mother's passing and the way others responded to his movie (Eri literally saw him try to jump off a roof), but she didn't care a single bit- instead, she dragged him into the same situation all over again, (probably planned from the moment she met him) just so she could fufil her personal desires.

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Thank you for reading! I apologise for my low quality writing, it isn't my strong suit. Stay tuned for a new post!

#goodbye eri #manga #sayonara eri #goodbye eri manga #manga analysis #chainsaw man #tatsuki fujimoto #csm #CSM #Chainsaw Man #oneshot #Sayonara Eri #Goodbye Eri analysis

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Let me share about the power of visualization and why it is important.

How is it that a lot of big named people are successful as well as many others? We can say that majority were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. But what about those what had nothing? They did it with the help of visualization their path to success.

It is my belief that when an idea enters your mind, and you just feel this rush of air at the thought of it. That is your call from the higher reps upstairs. Your crown chakra is receiving a message. This is not to be ignored which 9 out of 10 times does get pushed aside due to fear. On the instance that this message is not pushed aside, and it is answered. You start to visualize and see the idea, seeing how it can greatly improve not just you but others too. Then you take it a step further and start seeing your entire success story.

If you can see it, feel it. You can most certainly make it happen. Or else why would that idea come to you? Visualization boosts your confidence, your motivation. It gives you the drive needed to pursue what your soul desires. Without seeing yourself winning, it is like trying to drive a care with no gas. You are going no where! As kids we are told that it is ok to use our imagination, until we are older and in high school. Now it is no longer of use and we have to think realistically about careers, college, etc. This is how we end up getting prepped and trapped into the “working” force. We block our blessings, by blocking our imagination, thinking it serves zero purpose. Oh no it does. How do you think Disney got to where it is now? Yes Walt Disney was on that weird bullshit. But from an alternative perspective, he got to where he was at through his imagination and creations. You can too, just don’t be a dick about it lol.

I myself for the longest time had a hard time with visualizing myself being successful. Until I learned that I imagine things in a much different fashion. For me everything is based on the emotions I get when I see things as a anime storyline. Because my Mars is in Pisces, I go by feeling when it’s time to take action. If I can’t picture myself vividly as a powerful character in my story, then it’s a no for me. But if I can weave a beautiful story for myself and the feeling is strong, it is go time and the words just come to me eloquently and flow.

If it doesn’t make me smile and giggle, it is absolutely not for me. Visualizing your joy and success during your journey, will carry you pretty far. It is not childish to do so and act on it. When was the last time an idea made you feel good? Did you feel alive? Can you see yourself or feel yourself clearly doing this? Do you have conversations with yourself about the excitement of this? (maybe thats just me lol).

Do yourself a favor and give visualization a run. Journal your thoughts and feelings, do this for a few days , to a week or longer. If you have dreams of doing what you are visualizing, write that down too. Dreams are open and powerful messages that most of the time should not be ignored. Consider keeping a dream journal as well.

Much love <3

#blackgirlmagic #manifest your dreams #visualization #meditations #lawsofattraction #law of assumption #reciprocity #reblog #repost #knowledge

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celestial-heartbeat · 2 years

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ULTIMATE GUIDE TO REVISION

revision is one of those concepts in the law of assumption that often confuse and intimidate those who first hear about it. we know that we can manifest anything NOW or in the future, but how can we manifest something happening in the past? how is it even possible if we don’t exist in the past. well, in this post i will be explaining what exactly revision is and how we can use it in our favor!

⊹₊ ⋆ what is it? ꜜ

so let’s first define what revision is. in this context, revision is when you change or create an event that happened in the past using manifesting. let’s say you got a bad grade on a test. well you can simply revise that you got a better score and that is what will manifest. you got a bad grade in the past, yet changed it so that you got a better grade. but why does this work? because it’s all about our human perception.

think about it this way. how do we know something actually happened in the past? one because we see evidence of it in the present, but also because we can recall the memory of the event. you remember getting a bad grade on the test, therefore you see it in reality (like a report card) which then confirms your memory of getting a bad grade. see where i’m going with this? your memories are just another form of assumptions and affirmations. we only live now in the present. the past and the future exist simultaneously in the form of assumptions. anything that happens in the past only exists in your mind which manifests into the 3d as tangible evidence. this is why revision works!

“I have found from experience that these revised days, if really lived, will change my tomorrows.”

⊹₊ ⋆ what can i revise? ꜜ

ANYTHING!! just like how you can manifest anything, you can revise anything too. there is literally no limit whatsoever of the things you can change in your past. here are some ideas…

birthday, birth year, and other details

parents, family members, etc.

eye color, hair color, and other “permanent” features

always being rich, smart, perfect

getting a perfect score on a failed test

never breaking up with an SP

always having perfect health

...and anything else you can imagine!

⊹₊ ⋆ how to revise ꜜ

like normal manifesting, you can revise in any way that works best for you. the most common way to manifest is through SATS, which is a technique that neville goddard swore up and down by…

"Now this is how we do it. At the end of my day, I review the day; I don't judge it, I simply review it. I look over the entire day, all the episodes, all the events, all the conversations, all the meetings, and then as I see it clearly in my mind's eye, I rewrite it. I rewrite it and make it conform to the ideal day I wish I had experienced. I take scene after scene and rewrite it, revise it, and having revised my day, then in my imagination I relive that day, the revised day, and I do it over and over in my imagination until this seeming imagined state begins to take on to me the tones of reality. It seems that it's real, that I actually did experience it and I have found from experience that these revised days, if really lived, will change my tomorrows. When I meet people tomorrow that today disappointed me, they will not tomorrow, for in me I have changed the very nature of that being, and having changed him, he bears witness tomorrow of the change that took place within me..."

✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ here’s a simplified step by step on how to do it:

get into a relaxed position, sitting up or laying down. then focus on your breathing and get into a very relaxed, drowsy state. in this state you should feel sleepy enough where you don’t want to open your eyes or move, but you don’t feel tired enough to sleep.

think about the event/circumstance you want to revise. again this can be anything you want.

next, rewrite and decide the version of how you wanted the event to actually go.

now choose a scene to visualize that implies that event actually happening instead. for example, instead of seeing yourself getting into a huge argument and breaking up with your SP, visualize your SP telling you how much they love you and want to be with you.

loop this scene until you feel confident that this new scene is what happened instead of the old event. loop it until you feel like you’re actually watching a memory of something that happened that day. make it feel completely natural.

fall asleep in this new assumption OR move on with your day with the full knowledge that this is what really happened. it’s done. no need to look for validation or do more methods. simply persist in this new assumption know matter what you see in the 3d.

if SATS and visualizing isn't your thing, then simply making a new assumption about the situation and persisting in that assumption is enough. a good way to do this is by affirming that you ALWAYS had something or did something. for example, “I always get As on my tests.” or simply affirm in the past tense “I got an A on my test.”

now that you know how to revise, you can use it however you want too!! a good way to practice and “exercise” your revision skills is by reviewing and revising your day to how you wanted it to go. do the SATS technique above every night and watch your reality fall into place exactly how you desire.

“It is my duty to take this garden and really make it a garden by daily using the pruning shears of revision.

#law of assumption #neville goddard #manifest #manifestation #manifesting #affirmations #affirm #spirituality #astrology #witchblr #law of attraction #revision

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hmspogue · 2 years

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The Wilds season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer for The Wilds season 2 frame by frame for any clues, theories, or plot points I can possibly squeeze out of it. Just my own opinions and general tinfoil-hatting, feel free to disagree or theroize with me in the comments.

These are screenshots from Amazon Prime Video’s trailer for The Wilds season 2. I do not claim or own any of these images.

When does Leah ever not look like her soul is leaving her body at all times, is she okay? don’t answer that

There’s a few of these shots in the trailer with Leah in this dress with someone. I can only assume they’re from a dream sequence she’s going to have (maybe a hallucination?) as you can see multiple copies of That Disgusting Man I Refuse To Name’s book all around her. Context would suggest the man with her is That Disguting Man I Refuse To Name but it doesn’t really look like him. maybe Dr. Faber? Please for the love of God just let her get over this horrible abuser and work through her trauma I just want her to be okay.

They all look about as dead inside as I feel.

Well anyways RIP Nora, I guess.

HFLIVAUSDCAIUWELQASSUHAELIUHQFLIUWSADLASDFHLSFDAUL I MISSED YOU GAIDFALASB

Why does Shelby look so horrified help me???????

I cannot for the life of me figure put if the person on the stretcher is Dot or Martha. I really want to say Dot? Her hair is much shorter? But, I could be wrong (let’s just be honest here, I probably am).

OH???????????

Same dream sequence as before (clearly a dream since she’s not dirty as hell and also wearing a dress. Also, upon further inspection, this looks like the dress she was wearing the night that she uhhhhh met up with That Disgusting Man I Refuse To Name ): which is so sad.

To say that this trailer stresses me the fuck out would be the understatement of the century.

“Got a great story for you. Once upon a time two plane crashes were staged.”

I assume this is Leah speaking to Dr. Faber AFTER she finds out what the fuck is going on from Rafael (WHICH WE ARE GETTING TO DON’T YOU WORRY, QUEEN).

“All of the victims were dosed...”

Here is a little fun fact about me, I’m a slut for visual and thematic parallels in TV shows so when I tell you I am going to be absolutely eating this shit up this season-

(Disclaimer: I know that there are very, very strong opinions about the introduction of the boys group. And I completely understand the reservations behind it. So, before anyone comes for me, yes I absolutely still want the heart and soul of this show to be about the girls the same way it was season 1. But, I do trust the writer’s enough that when they say the introduction of the boys will not take away from the female-centered story they seek to tell, I choose to believe them. I’m going into this season with an open mind, excited to see what kind of conversations and parallels they can draw from having the boys experiment on the side. Two of the actors who play the boys have even made comments on how the content of season 2 is just there to deepen the story and plot and in no way meant to take away from the girls. The girls are still everything to me and I want to see them front and center. I am just very interested with what they’re going to do with this development. Thank you, soap box over, back to the rundown).

“...and stranded on two islands.”

Perhaps the most horrifying shot of the trailer why he standing like my sleep paralysis demon?

Okay this bitch...I really still am buying into the theory that Alex is going to be the Lihn of the boys experiment? Especially since a) there were only 8 boys cast and b) when Lihn was prepping to go to the girl’s island this sallow skeleton man was nowhere to be found, it was just Thomas, Lihn, and Gretchen that we saw.

(I also recall Gretchen making a comment about Alex that he should go to check ont he girls because he “knows the island better than anyone” ??? okay so are there two islands or are they on the same island because if that’s the case why is Alex familiar with this one???)

spoiler alert this entire post will be me spiraling about if the boys and girls are on the same island or not I cannot figure this shit out because its LEAH that’s doing this voice over so what is the trutH MOVING ON

“Eight on one...”

Them getting rescued? Martha looks Very Unwell???? WHERE ARE TONI’S SHOES???? HELLO???

Also this adds even more confusion to my Alex theory because-

“...eight on the other.”

-no, there weren’t supposed to be 8 girls on the other island, there was supposed to be 9 unless Gretchen is even more fucked than we originally thought and Lihn was meant to die all along but I digress. So, were there just 8 boys in total and the idea of Lihn/an adult present was only in the girl’s experiment?

(I already have a bone to pick with Snapback aka Kirin because why is he sitting like that. I just want to know).

“Though, that number was subject to change.”

Aw! They’re going to add more! Surely this doesn’t allude to anyone dying! Nope! How exciting!

Same dream sequence shot as before.

Scotty and Bo, from what I understand. The besties of the boys group.

“NO!”

THIS IS WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID THEMATIC AND VISUAL PARALLELS YES BITCH.

Also this is me actively choosing to ignore the blood on Fatin’s legs in the background. Maybe from helping Rachel? Honestly in this show who even knows anymore they be bleeding all willy nilly and I can’t keep up.

Yeah, me too girl.

“Have you noticed any new vibes?”

Oh honey thaTS ONE WAY OF PUTTING ITDKADSAUHLDFDA

“Between some of the people here?”

Sweet, sweet Martha. Bless your cotton socks ( @eye-of-the-storm)

Someone get this girl some therapy I stg what do I have to pay Sarah to just let her fucking breathe?

“I’m sorry, but I’m done with her.”

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!!

No, but seriously I- who is she talking about? Leah? Please no?

I know y’all are not about to put my girl through the trauma-

OF HAVING TO FUCKING CAUTERIZE HER FRIEND’S CHEWED OFF HAND SWEET CHRIST ON A CRACKER.

“We all started wanting to be things. We wanted to be men.”

Yeah, fully convinced the boys experiment goes completely Lord of the Flies with deep commentary on toxic masculinity and I am terrified.

Also, yes, the fire transition slay me. (still only counting 8 boys in this shot hmmMMMMMM...)

Respectfully what the fuck is this? And why was it left open?

“But the truth is...”

Hey, fuck you. (it looks like Gretchen is in one of their rooms with Dr. Faber behind her. Possibly Shelby’s after she has her reaction?)

Maybe the same scene as Rafael running up on something looking shook from the beginning of the trailer, but this show is literally impossible to decifer anything with costuming since they’re stuck with the same damn things all the time I have stopped trying.

“...some of us we were becoming monsters.”

I have...so many thoughts and GOOSEBUMPS LIKE DAMN THAT’S A GOOD LINE. The first one being I am either going to want to die for this boy or murder him because he will be revealed to be said monster, there is no in between I just got that vibe. The second is that every voice over with him, it looks like he’s in the room talking to Leah. It could be the interviews like that the girls have had (and looks like will continue to have), but the camera angles (and later shots in the trailer) as well as how transparent he sounds like he’s being make me think otherwise.

Also, how fucking interesting would it be if most of the boys story is being told to us through Rafael telling Leah about their time on the island? And we as the audience have to decipher along with Leah if we can really believe this kid or if he’s an unreliable narrator and sort of not telling her the whole truth. They’re either going to be in kahoots to get the hell out of that bunker or he’s working with Gretchen as the confederate and will completely betray her. Like, come on this is going to be so ihgygjgygBIASDUBODBC.

Okay king go off I guess.

(If they are somehow on the same island, can you imagine if the “animal sounds” the girls hear are actually just the boys and vice versa? I still have no idea where I fall on the they’re on the same island/they’re not. I think if Gretchen put them on the same place, it would be because she expected the groups to eventually find each other to help prove her hypothesis that, if they integrated, the girls would still lead. @whitetrashjj season 3 plot anyone???).

Omg she’s a retired queen.

Maybe that teaser of Dot asking Fatin what date it was and looking all shook is because her birthday is coming up? Please that would be so cute. (also where the hell did they get that bottle of alcohol and the sparklers and the sash from I just...)

I saw someone point out in this post the parallel between the photo Dot gave her dad in s1 with her holding the sparklers and this shot. I choose to ignore that and not start weeping on this Sunday afternoon.

Someone is getting their shit rocked and I kind of hope it’s that Emo Man Bun Kid (Henry), no I will not be explaining this statement in any way shape or form, next frame.

Miss Girl is really just...going to be going through it this season, huh? Lost a sister and a hand, shit’s rough.

“We couldn’t see them...”

They’re on the same high rock as before where Martha was looking unwell. I wanna know what makes them decide to go up there. Could this be where Shelby maybe falls, hits her head or something, and we end up with Shelbald after she’s gotta have fuckin’ brain surgery?

“...but, we could hear them.”

OKAY THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT THE ANIMALS? THE BOYS? ARE THE BOYS THE “ANIMALS” THEY KEEP HEARING LIKE HOOTIN’ AND HOLLARIN’ AND SUCH I-

This looks like Bo the Florida Bestie and I hope he’s doing well and screaming in joy in this shot he’s not.

I don’t know if most of the boy’s shots are spoilers and that’s why they can’t show too much or if the boy’s experiment is going to go horribly wrong so Gretchen has to call it early and they just aren’t on the island that long...but I stg they put this fire scene in the trailer no less than 89 times.

Also, it looks like the girls are getting a new camp this season not on the beach. Probably has something to do with the crippling trauma of watching your friend die on the beach in front of you but, what do I know?

“The boys were the perfect control group.”

Actually they’re fucking children you vile wench, but go off 😃.

(There’s someones picture on her phone...Rafael? I can’t really tell. The boys experiment really must have started first because I’m wondering if something did go v wrong and that’s what prompted her to send in Lihn as an adult for the girls).

Looks like all the boys going towards something with their little stabby spears and Ivan being like “oh shit-” your honor just tell me what is going on.

“We’re not alone here.”

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME WHAT IS THE TRUTH ARE THEY ON THE SAME ISLAND OR ARE THEY NOT IF TONI WAS TALKING ABOUT THE BOYS HOW COULD THEY NOT SEE THEM, ONLY HEAR THEM HOW IS THAT A THING?????? HELP?????

New drinking game: take a shot every time the boys fight in this trailer alone.

I already know there’s about to be a big huge power struggle between Kirin and Seth and it’s either going to end up being so interesting or grate on my motherfucking nerves, bro. @whitetrashjj and @brizzlovesyou and I were talking about this last night, but we really want to have high hopes for Kirin. The asshole jock trope is so tired at this point if they do anything nuanced with him, it’ll be a breath of fresh air. After the incredible character work they pulled off in season 1, I do trust them to do something layered and different with his character like please I’m exhausted by that character archetype.

ALSO an interesting note from @whitetrashjj ...if you really watch this clip, Kirin almost looks more like he’s holding Seth back from something rather than attacking him. His face is not necessarily aggressive in his clip, and (this is probably some clown shit but whatever) for just a milisecond in the first clip, you can see Seth almost leaning around Kirin like he’s looking at someone else. So, this could be a “whoa, okay calm down, take a breath” scene. Take that how you will 👀.

“What’s wrong with me?”

New reaction picture.

“You just care is all.”

Fatin is so good to Leah and she needs that so badly it’s going to break my fucking heart if they make them have another falling out this season. I think they are by far my favorite friendship in the show (followed closely by Dot and Fatin). I don’t personally romantically ship them, but I can 1000% see why people do I JUST WANT THEM BOTH HAPPY.

“I know, it’s disgusting.”

Okay, but also Fatin and Martha friendship supremacy this season, yes???? Martha needed more relationships expanded on from s1 I love to see it.

“There is...”

Fun Fact about me, I’m actually on the other end of the phone telling her she has to take a long walk off a short pier.

Here we see them moniotring the boys experiment again. Idk if this means anything but on the right screen we can see Raf standing very much apart from the other boys.

(one thing I have noticed that may support Different Islands is the beach? The girls island is the iconic sort of black sand beach and from the shots we’ve seen from the boys beach it’s all white sand? Unless it’s just on the other side of the island I doNT KNOW but in general I think the more I see of this terrain the more I think it looks like just a different island).

“...no question they imploded.”

Take another shot. It looks like Kirin tackling someone (maybe Seth?). Ivan is already on the ground, Rafael is jumping in, Josh is jumping away, and someone needs to get these fellas a Xanex because y’all-

(Can we also talk about how fucking disguting it is how gleefully Gretchen is talking about this? Like, she sends these children out to die the same as she did the girls, only this time HOPING that they fail miserably. I could kill her-)

.....why is she crying and how do I stop it?

“She is gone and it’s my fault!”

Like I said, rip Nora, miss you queen.

I was going to make some form of analysis about Ivan with his silly little spear but all I can think is that it just looks silly and I am giggling, thank you.

Can the season please just be the gals having a big pool party thanks.

(Looks like they moved camps as well away from the beach and by the water source. Which I guess is what happens when you have to uuuhh watch your friend die in front of you at the other camp you should probably move to a less traumatizing area).

“You deserve every good thing in this world.”

And she was correct. (Maybe finding out about Toni and Shelby officially? Or comforting if they break up somehow?)

Leah? One of the boys? Running away from one of Gretchen’s men on the stairs. Could be Dr. Faber?

“You ever feel like you were up against something...”

Okay, this may be reaching like the entirety of this post is, but the assumption about this scene is supposed to be Scotty is in his interview with the agent guy and Dr. Faber. But, the wording is a little strange to me. It almost sounds like he could be talking to Leah or one of the other girls about what they went through on the island. “You were up against something…”. It even could sound like they cut off a “did” at the front of it. “Did you ever feel…”

Just an interesting note.

I’m going to assume this is another Leah dream sequence based on...the man...wearing a suit on the beach? I did notice also that if we’re going with the Two Different Islands Theory based on the geographical differences of the two beaches we’ve seen, this one looks a little more like the boys beach to me.

Once again, I think this is Dot and I absolutely hate it.

@yellowlaboratory and I agree. This is probably one of the boys (maybe one of Gretchen’s people) cutting the wires to one of the cameras. Does one of them figure it out while they’re still stranded pre-bunker?

Thanks to @brizzlovesyou editing skills and lightening the picture, this is Seth alone on the beach. Maybe I’m just hella suspicious of everything in this show at this point, but there’s something so ominous about any of them being there alone. Also idk who the hell that shelter they build is for, it may just be my poor depth perception, but it looks like it was built either to hold a toddler or one boy at a time laying in the fetal position.

“...relentless?”

2 Dark 2 See Because They Hate Me should be the alternative title to this trailer.

I’m just going to send up a prayer now that this is an animal he’s stabbing especially since that shot of Ivan and the boys running away with spears in their hands looks like it could be from the same scene.

Same scene as “I’m done with her”? Fatin, queen, I’m sorry you have to keep destroying your clothes.

Leah’s dream sequence pt 3.

Kirin, Raf, Seth, Henry. They’ve got some food is what I think that box next to Kirin is. At least they’re laughing for now.

“I am you...”

Talking to Rafael, same as before. @brizzlovesyou pointed out these could potentially be two separate occasions with her in his room based on how healed the cut on Leah’s forehead looks between this and a shot we will see later. Hearing them compare notes is going to be so fucking interesting oml.

Yoikes, Kirin looks exponentially worse in this shot than he does in the others. Clearly deeper into their time being stranded because this boy is crispy.

Leah’s Dream Sequence pt. 4?

Two people swimming out to that rock in the middle. Looks more like two of the girls to me.

“...everything you have been through the same thing happened to me.”

The way I would be shitting my pants.

Feeding into the actual wild animals being on the loose plot line. After they got mentioned the first time in s1 I was so mf clenched just waiting for them to show up and, for the boys at least, it’s really making it seem like they will be a much bigger issue in s2.

My original theory based on the shot of Seth alone was some kind of exile situation. But, this clip shows the same tiny ass shelter and behind the hand (Leah’s?) I counted at least 5 of them walking around. So, this really must just be their camp and their tiny ass shelter.

I’m going to choose to focus on the Martha s1 parallel of this shot and not how horrifying it is out of context and most likely even within, thank you for understanding.

The fact that I know this shot is going to be in like the first 5 mins of the show keeps me awake at night. I’m so confused as to what’s going to happen to Nora where she can get Rachel to shore but not herself. Was this meant to be the extraction? Though it is a bit unclear if Helena’s departure from the cast recently caused them to have to make some narrative changes and Nora really is going to be gone.

Same scene as the spear moment, just him throwing rocks. They really, really want us to think Kirin is going to be extremely aggressive and antagonistic this season which just makes me want to think he’ll actually be the opposite or have some insane character growth.

The difference between the next two shots is honestly the height of comedy to me.

(But, also what is Raf doing here just sitting with his eyes shut I am fr questioning everything with these guys-)

“Don’t. Scream.”

OKAY WELL I SURE AS HELL DID LEAH YOU CAN’T BE SNEAKING UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THIS ALSO HOW DID YOU GET INTO THIS ROOM GIRL I-

Holy shit it has been a long time since I’ve been this antsy for another season. I need answers and I need them now.

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The Pirate's Symbol(s): NSFW Alphabet [IkeSen Motonari]

Game: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Motonari/Female Reader

Rated: NSFW/18+ Words: 2.5k

Warnings: stockings fetish, spoilers for Motonari’s ‘condition’, sexual intercourse, mentions of exhibitionism/semi-public sex, (non-sexual) bondage, innuendoes and dirty-talk, masturbation

Author’s Notes: Motonari’s entire self is a joy, his route gave me some much needed, invigorating enemies-to-lovers, and I officially love him! [Totally swiped my heart right up without warning!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Motonari is quick — you’d almost say adept — at sweeping off a cloth, or container, placed by your bedside. Although, your touch and whatever fire you generate in between the two of you does not bother him, he does prefer you both cleaner of the mess and fluids when holding you close in his arms, afterwards.

Wiping up the remnants of your passionate and, often vigorous, activities off of quivering thighs he presses apart, in gentle strokes of damp fibers. Movements of the cloth soft enough it doesn’t shock you into over-sensitivity but not soft enough you relax entirely beneath him, because that scarlet gaze is always fixated on you — your body language. And if you give away even an inch, he’s ready and up for round two (or four). [Bless yer stamina, matey!]

If not, he’s still up and happy to listen to his favorite flower-brained woman’s amusing, outrageous tales she narrates in animated conversation. While he whisks up a quick, invigorating meal for her at the kitchen counter, just as she rests her happy self at the table. Garnet gaze seemingly fixated upon the task at hand — spices being tossed, ladle being stirred, eggs whipped to perfection — but his answers are prompt and alert, although still carrying that insouciant edge. Indicating his attention; equal division in between feeding you and hearing you speak.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Motonari is fond of his mouth, and before you, he didn’t think of it as much of an achievement as he believes it now, when your jittery gaze seeks immediate relief (and lust) as soon as it lands upon that obvious smirk.

A single kiss and your thoughts are all but handed over to him on an elaborate platter. Your cheeks color dark and wide; restless eyes tracing across his mouth. Your own parting; pink tongue darting quick in a swipe across plush lips: all of you demanding more of him.

Yes, he is surprisingly (or not), in touch with a far more emotional side: Motonari adores your eyes, although you’re never hearing it from him. Your entire body speaks of honesty but the way he reads your thoughts so easy, in your gaze, there’s quite nothing as exhilarating or confounding as the love he captures in them. That quick, tight knot of your brow, your anger flaring in your eyes or the equally prompt melting, when he appeases you in gentle teases. He’s been so long used to not trusting that a person he sees this clearly through, and sees how she trusts; it’s not an entirely terrible thing to feel.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As mentioned above, the man doesn’t particularly care to leave you a mess post-coitus unless you ask it of him; there is little he’s able to refuse you. So when it does come (…heh) to cumming outside of your pussy, your mouth is a pretty (very pretty too) good substitute for him to ejaculate, without having to think of leaving external stains on you. Your throat clamping, then swallowing, around his orgasm, so he feels that slick slide of saliva and semen around him, as you moan.

Yer pretty darn hot, m’lady.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are times he descends — quick and furious — into an almost juvenile state of petty jealousy [he realizes the immaturity of it, he just cannot! help! it!] and ends up turning that lust on you, instead.

He’d never actually do it but visualizing — in almost exact, murderous details — how he’d like to drag you into an empty room whenever Kicho gets all up in your face, and fuck you so hard your throat tears through screams lough enough Kicho hears each and every single sound and moan.

Or, clasp your chin in his fingers, whenever Hideyoshi’s a little too close for comfort at an Oda banquet, and kiss you senseless and noisy [pirates crave a flashy exhibition!].

He despises making a show of you to anybody, so that idea only stays in thoughts but also it’s mind-boggling, since it does get him hard on the spot.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, it was only ever through terrible necessity (extremely dire straits) that he — if ever and very sparing — sought casual sex. The occasions hadn’t been plenty and he’d be frighteningly specific about how he wanted to take a woman to bed.

Bathed, no make-up, no perfume, no scented products or jewelry — anything extra that he could accidentally touch and trigger a reaction. A clean, unscented futon he’d provide in a bare room. Any bonds or cloths he could get his hands on (buying his own and discarding immediately after), to tie their limbs, keep their movements limited; Motonari used.

Of course, there’d be the rare prostitute who’d drop immediately after visiting a client, or one who’d perceive his conditions extreme and over-the-top and think they could ‘change his mind’. The moment they’d try and cross the line, he’d fling them off, almost violently, heart racing, sweat marking each inch of exposed skin. Nauseous and barely tapped, before he’d stride out of the room.

He’s also witnessed open and perverse brothels — and corrupt seething dens — where men and women fuck, for all to see, in his line of work, so he’s no stranger to how sex works for others either.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s learning to let go and touch (just you) without the added barrier of gloves and since you so seem fond of his hands on you, Motonari likes any positions that allow his hands to move your body upon his; he isn’t picky.

Palms curved upon your hips so that your ass slaps against his pelvis each time he pulls back, the movements of his cock into and out of your pussy — a place you are both connected and he likes that. Or even when he can spread your thighs wide, press them apart before hooking his hands over your abdomen and just focusing on moving.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a pirate he’s a vortex of a man and slips all over the spectrum. Motonari’s goading is far softened with minimum barbs, when he’s in(side you) in bed with you. More velvet — than leathery — questions, soft smirk-y and probing,: “Ya like that, flower girl?” —as his mouth hovers just close to your ear, nose barely touching and tucking sweat soaked strands away from your temple. Definitely lands firm and midway between too serious and entirely silly. But he’s all focus on you, make no mistake.

He’s still got a filthy mouth on him, but dirty romantic liners are more his style, in bed (he wants you warmed as well as turned on!), in contrast to the complete indecent filth he threatens you with (a good time!) when the two of you are out and about.

“Pipe down, m’lady. The way yer moaning, they’re gonna think I’m fucking ya, right on deck.” Those eyes are burnished rubies; smile wide, crooked and unashamed, as he ducks close. “But maybe ya feel like putting on a show.”

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s clean down below (and silver-haired, yes) — he doesn’t go the ‘complete waxed up, no-hair in sight’ route, but rather prefers keeping his hair short-trimmed and well-groomed.

He’s also kept his pubic hair short and neat, for the rare occasions he does have sex, and an unkempt mass down there would leave him more likely and exposed to his partner’s fluids staying on him. He despises that.

Motonari doesn’t mind blood, dirt and grime on the field, nor the brine of the harsh sea sticking to his skin, but as soon as he’s done with — or in between — jobs, he takes the time to wash and clean himself up thoroughly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

[Also see G=Goofy] Motonari isn’t short with words of love. He isn’t reciting romantic poems but he is quick to let you know, in exact words, how much he loves you — and is loving being inside you — in the moment. Barriers definitely lower themselves — not all down, not completely back up — with this man, in bed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

(As also mentioned in E=Experience) the man, previously, has sought intimacy only and only out of desperate necessity and when his hand is just not enough for him to relieve himself of his lust. Motonari, before you, jacked off, multiple times within a week, sometimes thrice (or more) in a single day. His desires, usually amped, following a particularly unsatisfying battle or raid.

After you, he still does take time off for some self-lovin’ (remember: stamina for daaays, and you’re mostly unable to match him so he makes do), just not as much as he used to, in the past.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

You and Motonari share a love for (clothing) imports from the seas beyond. He’s always up for sharing and discussing trade secrets, doling out clothing advice and helping you work out modern clothing from whatever fabrics are available to you.

Stockings might be one of his favorite products.

The fabric feeling absolutely exquisite against his palms when he rounds you close into his grasp, stood in between his spread thighs as he observes and hums beneath you, seated. A harmless joke you make, about a stocking fetish and the ensuing explanation soon after, has him grinning and dragging you down to test the material against his teeth.

“Yer sayin’ I got a thing for yer fancy underclothes? Heh, don’t think so. Seeing you in it just makes me wanna tear it all off, meu docinho de côco.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere you’re afforded privacy; although a little flirting with danger is good and being pinned in between the door and his body. Watching you try and smother your moans into your sleeves, skews that grin wider, that cock harder.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. He’s got a dirty mind, it’ll do the rest of the work when its got its catalyst: you.

Nothing gets you results faster than being honest with Motonari, or expressing your affections (even chaste) for him.

Tell him he looked especially handsome, earlier on a job out: with his hair slicked back and how hard it was for you to have held back from kissing him, on the spot. That you love him—

He’s on you so fast.

“That brain’s just gotta keep sprouting its flowers, huh.” He murmurs, tugging at your chin to swipe his tongue into you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite his treatment of you very early on in his route (the collar, the slavery deal), Motonari’s not into putting a collar on a person, romantic or otherwise. Collaring and hearing you call him your Master wouldn’t do much for him, playful or not.

He’s had to live a great chunk of his life as the Beggar Prince; experienced the devastating dregs of human society, including and not limited to being treated as one inferior, and having to watch people around at the very mercy of corrupt lords.

In retrospect, it isn’t something he might take pleasure in, in the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving or receiving, both take some getting used to within the bedroom. He finds the taste of you pleasant, when he withdraws wet digits from inside you and takes a careful swipe of the clear fluid across his skin. And has expressed interest in, and gone down on you several times.

Receiving gets a bit more gentle coax-y and requires reassurances, with Motonari. He doesn’t particularly like seeing his release all over you. Having to work through those barriers of his mind, but once he allows you, he does enjoy the slow kisses, and the soft slide of your mouth against him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His default setting is rough and furious. The two of you are usually frustrated passion by the time you actually get to his bedroom (he likes to prod and poke much too often in public, get you riled) so there’s only one way to go and it’s up. He’s spreading your thighs apart with none too gentle hands as he pushes through and into you, your own hold on him, white knuckled and almost delirious with the way his hips rock into you and his cockhead scraps across your front wall with his onslaught.

At times, however, especially after a high-risk mission; when he’s been close enough to stare Death in the face and survive, he likes to take his time being inside you, just being able to feel you. Once, twice, several times, he’s keeping you beneath, or mounted on top of him, coaxing your hips and your moans.

“Don’t look at me like that, flower girl. I’m alive, ain’t I? Com’ere. I’ll take those tears of yers.”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Definitely! Any time he can have you, or get you close enough in private, you’re going to be fucking each other. He loves those little breathy, moan-laughters you make in half-panic/all arousal, each time he drives up to grind your hips close together, stuffed into a hallway closet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Semi-public quickies are a thing and the closest to risky as he gets. As mentioned previously, he’s demanding enough over you, he doesn’t like men Kicho touching you, let alone hearing you when you sound like that.

Other kinks, most kinks, he’s down to try with his favorite dirty, flower-brained woman. He does however, draw the line at any kinks that might involve him using harsh, ugly words to degrade you or your body and/or being soiled.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

All I gotta say is: Pirate’s got stamina enough to power his ships through horn alone, over an entire week!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys translate to external objects. Which are always subject to germs, and need to be (excessively) cleaned by his standards, to keep them useful and usable. That’s far much more work than he’s usually willing to commit himself to.

And he has no need of them. Not when you respond plenty to his touch alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot! Motonari’s brand of filthy talk is polished to leave you damp in between the legs. He’s pulling the nastiest most wonderful innuendoes out of the most mundane of tasks.

“Ya like that old weapon?” He might ask of you, as you admire the carvings upon the handle of one of his clan’s katana. “Didn’t know ya liked the feel of handlin’ a sword between yer hands that much, m’lady.”

Leaving your mind reeling and cheeks flushing before withdrawing with a, “What’re ya cooking in that flower brain of yers? Heh... you’ve got a dirty mind.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Heavy, sensual pants against your ears. His groans and grunts enough to fan the fires of your own arousal, to have you ready to come, from just the sounds that can leave his throat. Motonari doesn’t care to be heard outside your boundaries, but he also doesn’t care to withhold his own sounds of pleasure from you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He almost swears (but will never tell you, in very direct words): the space in between your bare breasts smells almost sweet like flowers. He likes finding his way up and nosing in between your breasts — just skin-to-skin contact at a place he finds you’re at your most fragrant. Suckling and tugging at a nipple draws those moans and your scent more intense, so he nips and teeths around the place often.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

That beautiful cock — with the evidence of just enough silver at the base — is long enough it fits and curves snug into you, without entering into any discomforting places, deep. But he is thick enough, it takes you time (and many times) to not just hold your breath and tighten up around him on reflex, upon entry.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

(Read: S)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’re almost always the one falling asleep first. Pirates are used to night raids and this one’s no different. He does prefer watching you sleep, late into the night, once you fall exhausted into slumber.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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Withered Roses

Requested by: @astheticsofwritings

Pairing: Lee Eun-Hyuk x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: none

Darkness filled the halls, only a small golden flame fought back with light. Shadows danced on the walls to some unheard melody, almost sinister in their synchronization. Quiet footsteps echoed through the empty halls, the only sound in the suffocating silence. I turned the corner, a singular door coming into view. A hollow knocking sounded out as I wrapped my knuckles against the surface, still holding my candle in my other hand.

The door soon opened, revealing an exhausted looking Eun-Hyuk, the candlelight casting shadows over his face. “May I come in?” I asked, watching Eun-Hyuk step aside, gladly letting me into the security room.

Warmth left my hands as I blew out my candle, not wanting to waste it. Seeing as Eun-Hyuk had already placed one on a wooden table. I brought my hands to my jacket pocket, bringing out a container of food that I handed to him. “I was about to get some rest when I realised you hadn’t eaten anything, so I brought you some food” I explained, seeing Eun-Hyuk place the container next to his candle.

“I’m not hungry, we can save it for someone else” He mumbled, eyes dropping to the ground upon seeing my concern.

“Eun-Hyuk, you haven’t eaten anything today, you need to eat something. How are you supposed to do all that planning and logic when your brain doesn’t have any energy?” I scolded, adopting an authoritarian voice, a hand on my hip and another poking Eun-Hyuk’s chest. “You need to take care of yourself, and if you don’t, I will” I picked up the container of food, opening the lid and giving it to him. A half sigh, half chuckle fell from Eun-Hyuk’s lips as he observed my determination in making sure he was looking after himself. Picking up the chopsticks, he began to eat his meal.

Seok-Hyeon’s unconscious body was dragged across the floor, his face still caked in dried blood. The ‘holding cell’’s door locking shut behind him, our only available effort to keep the infected detained. Eun-Yu watched the whole thing from afar, finding it somewhat amusing that Seok-Hyeon was the next to be infected. She scanned the hallway, being met with an abundance of panicked and miserable faces. A smile spread across her face as Eun-Yu spotted me sitting away from the others, a book in my hand.

Darkness was cast over me as I looked up to see Eun-Yu standing over me. I stood, an uninterested greeting being said by the both of us. I couldn’t keep it up anymore, my face cracking into a wide grin, a smirk appearing on hers. Our giggles contrasted with the other resident’s despair, Eun-Yu being trapped in a strong embrace as I slightly spun her around. I had been concerned for her well being, not being able to find her when the outbreak first started. My concern now melted away as I made sure she wasn’t hurt, quickly checking her for wounds, much to her protest. “Eugh you’re becoming like Eun-Hyuk, I thought you were cool Y/N”

“Hey! I am cool! There’s just y’know, an apocalypse happening and I don’t want my favourite member of the Lee family dying on me” I joked, mocking offense to her accusation of not being cool anymore. Eun-Yu rolled her eyes, although a ghost of a smile shone through her tough guy act.

“We all know I’m not your favourite member of the Lee family, Y/N” Eun-Yu stated, pointing her finger at me accusingly “Everyone knows you have the hots for my brother” She jabbed her finger into my chest, grinning at my embarrassed state.

“I-” Is all I managed to stutter, earning a hearty laugh from Eun-Yu, clearly enjoying how her detective work was working out.

“I knew it!” She triumphantly stated, laughing harder. I only stood there, not entirely sure what to do with myself.

Eun-Yu’s laughter stopped, her face still holding a smile. “You know I have something to tell you” She beckoned for me to move my head closer “He likes you too, and honestly it’s disgusting”

“He- I- He what?”

“Like you’re cool about it, even though you’re still kind of a dork, but come one Eun-Hyuk is such a loser. It’s constantly ‘Y/N this, Y/N that’. Like can’t he think about something else for a second?” Eun-Yu complained, putting on a whiny voice for her impression of Eun-Hyuk.

“Eun-Yu, I’ll be right back” I excused myself, patting her on the shoulder as I made a beeline towards the camera room. Eun-Yu watched me with amusement clear on her face, although deep down she was happy that these two lovesick dorks were finally going to make a move.

Residents sat along the hallway walls, some were conversing and making jokes, trying their best to raise morale. Others were staring into nothingness, their reality still taking time to sink in. I walked hastily past them, a few raised their heads towards me, wondering why I looked so determined to get where I was going. Paying them no mind, I continued to make my way to where Eun-Hyuk was most often seen.

The metal door handle turned with some protest in the form of a metallic groan. My eyes swept the room, landing on the visual of Eun-Hyuk’s back turned to me. I made my way over to him, gently saying his name as I grew close. Eun-Hyuk turned, his glasses slightly askew, a withered rose nervously clutched in his fist. This took me by surprise, taking the words from my mouth in confusion. “Eun-Yu said she’d kill me if I didn’t do this” He explained, tweaking his glasses back to their rightful place. A small chuckle left me as I pictured the visual of Eun-Yu furiously shaking Eun-Hyuk and threatening him.

“So that’s the reason she said what she did” I said under my breath, realising her plan to threaten Eun-Hyuk then send me to him, putting an end to our eternal tail chasing.

“I couldn’t find any proper flowers, I know it’s kinda silly but it’s all I could do-” Eun-Hyuk rambled, filled with nervousness as he fiddled with the half dead plant.

“Eun-Hyuk, it’s lovely” I beamed, taking the flower from his hands as he offered it to me, our hands briefly brushing against one another.

Silence hung heavy in the room, both of us holding our breaths. Eun-Hyuk’s eyes scanned my face, searching for any sign that he should doubt himself. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for possible rejection. “I love you Y/N, I have for a long time but was always too afraid to say anything” Eun-Hyuk had taken my hands into his, looking down at them as he stroked his thumbs over my knuckles. Every second I didn’t respond let the seeds of doubt grow more and more.

“I love you too Eun-Hyuk, since forever” Eun-Hyuk swiftly brought his gaze to meet mine, almost unbelieving of what he just heard. The confession of love took a moment to sink in but when it did, Eun-Hyuk’s face split into a wide grin, picking me up by the waist in a hug. Laughter rang out in the small camera room as I was spun around by an overjoyed Eun-Hyuk.

Even in the apocalypse love blossoms.

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