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mdhwrites · 3 months

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Can you explain to me how the Titan enforces Christian Fundamentalism?

The Titan makes the only crime Belos committed be that he was a false prophet. Luz is beyond reproach though because she is a true prophet and a true believer. She is then sent to murder a men, blessed with holy power and strength in her convictions, by that God... And we are supposed to cheer.

This isn't even much of an exaggeration or dramatization. The Titan's answer to Luz's fears about justifying horrible acts in the name of protecting others is essentially this. That Belos' true crime wasn't in wanting to kill, oppress or lie. It's that he did it for selfish, self aggrandizing reasons. That if he'd simply been honest and earnest, he might feel a little bad for a mistake or two here or there, like the Titan is about the Collector, but he would have been entirely justified in his genocide. Just like they are beyond approach for wanting this man dead.

As the show says "He wants to be a hero and have the power," but then Luz comes in, trying to have a badass one liner for her return and even says "Darn it, I still can't think of what to say" which isn't even a reference to an earlier part of the show (I don't think at least). It implies Luz waited to come back when it would be the most dramatic and when she was most ready to look the part of the hero. She even references Azura, the FICTIONAL HERO, in her last speech and goes back to the catchphrase she wanted for a hero just nuking a bitch. She TOOOOTALLY doesn't care about being a hero though and because of that, she's all good to be doing all of this. That's what the Titan claimed at least.

Worse yet is that we only really have the Titan's word for glory and power being all Belos cared about. The fucker spent CENTURIES on the Isles. He deformed his body and probably doesn't believe he'll go to Heaven anymore with how much magic he had to internalize in order to pursue the goal of genocide. Even when alone, with no one to prove anything to, he still talks about saving souls and just needing to survive to do this. He's okay with dying afterwards because he DOESN'T care about the glory. Literally the only time he seems to give a shit about other people's approval and the status this might get him is the Witch Hunter General lines and you know what, I don't think it's entirely unfair for him to hope to get some recognition out of four hundred years of work, even if that work was pure evil. You could maybe say Philip's journal shows a hero complex but A: that still doesn't make his belief in protecting others a lie, just means that he has an ego about it, and B: is from hundreds of years ago and he literally abandoned the journal eventually. Abandoned his own heroic tale. By the finale... His intentions are pure. At bare minimum, that's how they are framed by the show itself with his desperation to do this, even at the cost of ending himself. So why does he deserve to die by the show's logic?

Well... He doesn't. He doesn't even deserve to be stopped because his faith is earnest. Except... It's not the right faith, is it? Belos doesn't believe in magic. Doesn't believe in the Titan. He is a blasphemer and false prophet. But now Luz has actually spoken with the Titan, been friends with his son and spread her ideals across the Isles, ideals which are strictly not the Isle's ways but that do theoretically make the basis of the Titan claiming she's a good witch (which is also referencing Azura potentially). The literal first person we meet on the Isles doesn't give a shit about things like lying, cheating, etc. and the early episodes give the impression that no one here does. That Belos doesn't force conformity on that matter even, making it so that these baseline morals that Luz disagrees with are earnest and honest. And yet, none of them are allowed to stay that way. They all enter her fold and listen to explicitly her morality. A morality that happens to line up with Christian morals and that the Titan seems to approve of.

And again, that's not interpretation. The finale actually straight up confirms this isn't the Isle's morality and REVELS in that fact. Belos begs for his life, saying they are not murderers, scoundrels and killers. That their culture demands better of them because they're human. Luz doesn't disagree... But she also doesn't do the act herself (unless you want to say she brought on the rain, but then you have her boiling a man to death which is just HORRIFYING.) Then, in a moment we're supposed to cheer for, Luz's closest connections with the Isles, and Raine tacked on, show up, proudly say they're not better than murderers, and stomp the fucker out. Not a quick mercy killing like a blast of magic or a magic scream might have done. Not the eviscerating explosion Luz had to do as a part of stopping him. No, instead, they brutally stomp out a defenseless, dying man before Raine literally says, "That was satisfying."

Our. Heroes.

And don't get me wrong: Belos needed to die. Thematically it's correct and narratively it's correct. The problem is how the show frames this final conflict. It literally asks if it's okay to kill him. What is a reasonable justification for murder. For even wanting another person to die. For a lot of kids, this might be the first time they hear ANY nuance on this topic. So what is the lesson imparted? Is it that sometimes force is necessary but we should only do it when we are certain that more lives will be lost otherwise and that there is no other option? That'd be a great way to show the Titan actually learned something from his mistake with the Collector. Is it that we can't show tolerance to the intolerant because they will only ever take and destroy? Refute an argument that modern racists use to allow hate speech and actions against others. Is it the simple fact that because Luz actually fears being monstrous, she won't end up the same way because that fear and hesitation will never let her commit the sort of genocide that Belos desires? Or heck, say they aren't racist without saying the word by going "We judge him for his actions and the cruelties he has committed, not by the cruelties of a people or the circumstances of their birth." All of which would be varying degrees of fine morality wise and are genuinely ways good people cope with having to commit horrific violence.

No. Instead, it's just that one did it while excusing it with lies while Luz will do it with pure faith in her heart. You... You do know that the VAST majority of Christians literally use this as a way to dismiss bad actors in the church itself? "He doesn't represent all Christians! He didn't actually hold the faith!" Do you think every brimstone and fire preacher is just a complete liar and not a SINGLE one of them genuinely believes what they preach? Because I'm sorry to break it to you but even as far back as the fucking Crusades, while sure the leaders were corrupt, secular men, most of the soldiers were genuinely god fearing people, terrified for their souls and seeking this as their only form of penance, especially as they saw it as protecting Christianity. It's one of the reasons they were able to do so much damage because the goal for the common soldier wasn't conquest or national pride. It was to murder the other culture who had taken sacred land. They believed earnestly... So were they justified in the massacres of civilians that they committed?

And this is without getting into how we have literally a Holy Trinity of the father (the Titan's corpse), the son (King, who is exceptionally self sacrificing eventually), and the holy ghost, in a very literal sense. Or how about the glyphs being called the Titan's Language and given to Luz to empower her? How invoking simply his words grants one exceptional power? The Hexside Squad in the finale use glyphs, half of them for the first time, to supplement their powers while dead exhausted and it doesn't seem to just be able to help them, it is still keeping them close to their normal power level and potentially energizing them with how not tired they appear to be while doing this. Almost like they're prayers, pulling on the power of a higher being.

But those elements don't matter. For the sake of the Titan supporting Christian Fundamentalism, all that matters is that he puts faith above what is morally correct. That you can excuse any action so long as you are genuine in the belief that you are doing it for the right reasons. Eda could be making this same argument and it would still be wrong and morally reprehensible.

It's literally "The ends justify the means," and how is that your final lesson, for your main character, in a KID'S SHOW? Let alone when that is EXACTLY the argument Belos, THE VILLAIN, has always made. Not just with wiping out witches but with petrification, lying to Lilith, manipulating Hunter, etc. etc. That it was all justified for his grand, 'good' ends.

I already stated arguments that could have been made, that wouldn't have taken much more time to do (if any), that would fix this so don't you DARE even consider bringing up the shortening with this. It is one scene that does the vast majority of this. Arguably, like five lines tops. Five lines that destroy the morality of your very show and any chance at saying Christian Fundamentalism is wrong.

All because its last message wasn't that prophets should be questioned. Only that there are prophets to listen to explicitly and that you should avoid false prophets... Somehow. Maybe just ask if they like anime I guess?

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This was first written before I saw the finale, then I tried to make minor adjustments because of the better absorption of events but ended up rewriting the whole thing because I wanted to better focus on just the hypocrisy and god awful morals than talking about if the Titan counted as God or god.

Also, just for those curious: I was raised on Christian morals and did go to church when I was VERY young. My faith nowadays is that I consider there to be comfort in there being a higher power but that I do not care what form they take, nor do I really like organized religion as while it brings comfort and community to many, it also is all too easy to corrupt with personal greed and anger. I've been told the closest label to this is agnostic.

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noaltbruh · 5 months

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hi! could i request narancia who has a crush on his best friend? and how he would feel about it and how he would eventually confess. thank you!

Can I just say this was one of the best requests I've ever gotten? I've been looking for an excuse to write something like this for such a long time, and you're giving me the opportunity on a silver plate.

Hope you enjoy! 😊

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Many were the virtues that Narancia lacked, or so he thought, at the very least. Self confidence, despite his bold personality, was a rough spot for the young one. After all, it was no secret that those whom he crossed back with in his life did nothing but pushing him under the bus, taking advantage of his good faith and heart of gold.

Manipulation, betrayal and disappointment, in contrast with the boy's cheerful attitude, were an undeniable part of his past, and one that had cut deep in his mind too. So deep that, eventually, Narancia grew to believe that if those around him kept on leaving him behind, perhaps he deserved such treatment.

...That belief was, however, challenged by Y/N's eventual arrival in his existence, as his feelings for her cut even deeper than those past scars in his heart, acting as the softest and kindest bandages for the aches of the youngster. The girl gave him something he had craved for the longest time, perhaps a bit childish too, but that was really all that he needed from a close one: safety. In the wrecking mess that his life had been, and kept on being with all the troubles that came from his profession, there couldn't have existed one thing that made him more joyous: the knowledge that someone out there would never leave him, would never judge or expect too much of him, that they genuinely enjoyed his presence and wanted to keep him close.

At the end of the day, no one would have been surprised that he had chosen her as his best friend. He was certain that as long as she was willing to stick with him, everything would have been okay. In return, she could be sure that no matter what she was dealing with, he would have been around to lend her a helping hand or simply to keep her company. It almost physically hurt him when he had to be away from her for even just a couple of days because of a mission, it genuinely felt like a whole part of who he was stayed behind with her.

The two of them had shared such and many sweet moments and conversations, it was unimaginable to tell or remember all of them...That's what one would have thought, at least. But for Narancia, every single day, hour, minute or even second spent in her presence was a fundamental core memory, one that would constantly replay in his mind whenever she was not there for whatever the reason might have been.

All the times she defended him in an argument with Fugo, all the times she encouraged him to keep on with his studies deplete his difficulties, all the times she listened to him vent without ever thinking less of him because of it, all the times she agreed to join him on his crazy idea and adventures...I could go on for hours, if given the chance.

But the point I'm trying to convey is that Narancia was utterly in love.

Darling and with his heart on his sleeves, it would be easy to assume that these feelings for him would have been simple to accept and express. Nonetheless, the reality was far far different, almost impossible to see for how further it was...And just as impossible for him to see the way he felt for the girl.

After all, surely it must be quite troublesome to identify something one has never dealt with, let alone felt before. Of course, he loved the gang, the ones he considered his own family...But the relationship between them was an entire different story. He was a hopeless romantic who, ironically, had never gotten the chance to experience the passionate sensation that came with romance. When a disease hits one for the first time, it is no easy job to discern what it exactly is.

In the same way, for the longest time, the boy thought that these feelings were the normality, she was his dearest friend, was she not? Of course he'd want to be with het all the time, of course he'd remember every little thing that made her happy, of course he'd stay up thinking of that one compliment she unexpectedly caught him off guard with just the day before, he had everything under control...Didn't he?

...Indeed, it wouldn't be incorrect to assume that his apparent blindness came from a great amount of denial as well. As already mentioned, the young one did not think highly of himself, for reason that went past his personal traumas as well. No matter the struggle to hide it under his cheerful nature, he was very well aware that he was far from being a respectable person.

He was childish, loud, clingy, short, stupid and weak compared to his other friends. Why on earth would such a girl, perfect in his eyes, ever choose him above anyone else. He stood strong, despite how much it hurt him, by the conviction that he simply...Did not deserve her, that she was too good of a person for him to ever have a chance at professing his feelings for you. He would have just made a fool out of himself more than he already was.

There was no point on trying to fly too high, unless you want the sun to burn you. It was better this way, to remain in his little comfort zone, with you being his closest, most treasured, adored...Friend.

Unluckily for him, or perhaps not, the heart he aggressively tried to keep his under his sleeves was pounding with the desire to explode, to yell in Y/N's face just how much she meant to him, and how deprived of purpose Narancia's life felt when she was not around.

No matter how fast you may be, you will always get tired from running away. Delaying it simply takes away the energy to deal with it in a positive way. Unsurprisingly, the one that prompt him to stop running was whom he considered his mentor: Bruno.

In fact, the gang could read the young one like an open book. He was so open and spontaneous, even without realizing, that not even a blind person could have been able to not see just how deeply he had fallen for the other. And while most of his family would just tease him for that, only pushing him to hide away his feelings even more, Bucciarati, the sweet and caring man he had always been, eventually decided it would have been a good idea to take him aside and have a proper conversation regarding the matter.

He saw the bright, purple, blatant and enormous heart eyes the boy used to look at her, they warmed his heart too. He had truly never seen Narancia so happy with anyone so far, and despite how he knew it was not directly "his business", he could not resist standing by the side and watching him avoid the problem.

After the girl had left in order to go attend some errands, the older one silently called the other in the kitchen, a soft smile on his lips, as he could tell that his sudden request had intimidated him. They sat around the table, right in front of each other.

"W-What is it, Bucciarati? Did I do something wrong? Do you have a mission for me? Do you want me to catch up to Y/N and handle those errands with her?"

A small chuckle escaped Bruno's mouth as he looked at the other, shaking his head.

"Hehe...Not exactly. Forgive me if I sound sudden with my question but...You think about her quite a lot, do you not?"

He was right: he had, indeed, caught him off guard with such a direct input, enough to get the dark haired one to direct his gaze away from him, looking down at the table.

"Y-Yeah...So what? I mean- it's normal, right? Like- of course I think about her often, she's my..."

"...Best friend?"

He concluded, in an uncertain and subtly provoking tone, as if he was telling him "I'm not going to buy it".

"That's right...Best friend"

"Narancia...You do know I'm quite good at telling when someone is lying to me or not, don't you?"

"Urgh...Don't remind me"

He frowned.

"Last time I said the pistols ate our leftovers, you licked my entire face"

The blue haired one smiled, hearing him relieve that episode.

"I admit, I may have exaggerated that time, but my point still stands. So, if I were to ask you something, you'd be honest with me, mh?"

"O-Of course...You know you can trust me, I'm not a liar!"

The boy's mind was already imagining anything he might have done wrong to make him so suspicious, but could not find anything. Yes, he was a prankster and annoying from time to time, but he was very respectful towards him and would never do something to anger him.

Such uncertainty, mixed with his apparent good faith only confused him further, as he watched Bruno crossed his hands.

"I don't mean to spy into your personal life, but I really cannot bear seeing you act like this anymore. I've figured you would have taken actions by now"

"Take actions? Wait- act like WHAT? None of what you're saying is making sense!"

"What I'm saying is...Do you have feelings for Y/N, Narancia?"

The silence that followed his little inquisition was am almost...Funny one. Or rather, ironic, you could say. After all, it was curios to see the bubbly and happy go lucky boy incapable of even forming a sentence. It was as if his brain hadn't really taken in what had just been said to him, maybe because it couldn't, or maybe because it did not want to.

"...What?"

That was all he was able to reply after an entire minute of reflection. The man looked unfazed, as if he was expecting this answer.

"You heard me"

"I- uh-! I don't- W-WHAT SORT OF QUESTION IS THAT?!"

He stood up from the chair, trying to use anger as a way to change the subject and brush it off as soon as he could. Of course, it wasn't actually necessary for him to say it, but it was an excuse for Bucciarati to dive deeper in the topic.

"For someone as open as you, it's rather odd to hear you deny this, of all things...Why is that?"

"...I don't wanna talk about it."

Narancia looked down, very aware that, if the discussion were to continue, what he actually felt and his insecurities would have eventually come out. He knew it was a stupid motif, but he didn't care: he had his reasons and insisted on not changing his mind.

"You said I could trust you, and I do, I really do"

Seeing him agitated, Bruno got up from his own chair, approaching him.

"But you should know you can do the same with me. I've figured it was obvious by now"

"I- I do trust you! But..."

The young one grabbed the edges of his skirt.

"...I dunno, I always feel...Weird when I think about her"

"Weird?"

"I mean- she makes me happy! Like- a ton, I'd let myself get fucking tortured if it meant seeing her content, but...I don't get it, at the same time she..."

"Makes you nervous, doesn't it?"

"...Damn, am I really that easy to read?"

"Well...Some people are better at hiding themselves but...I've known you for quite a while, of course I'd notice this sort of thing"

The older one soon realized that he seemed to be struggling to speak back, so he continued, in a soft tone.

"Are you afraid of rejection, Narancia?"

Of course, the answer was a simple nod and an expression of sorrow. Feeling compassion for him, Bruno gently patted his head.

"You really have no reason to worry this much, you know?"

"Well, it's easy for you to say! I'd like to see you try to get with some woman when you're a literal grown up child!"

"That's...Not true"

"Yes it is! And don't try to deny it. I can't tell her, do you just want me to get humiliated?"

He strayed away from his touch, clinging to his own arm with one of his hands.

"Just because you haven't finished school doesn't make you a kid"

He gave him the space he wanted, without losing his composure.

"And, excuse all of my assumptions, but I'm quite sure she'd gladly agree on being your partner"

"...You're just saying that to make me happy"

"I don't tell lies, just like I don't let anyone tell them to me. It wouldn't be fair otherwise"

It was just for a second, but hearing those words gave the boy the smallest hope, in his heart, that they may have been true, before he went back to thinking that it simply was not possible. He started to imagine her, what she could have been doing in that moment, her sweet voice, her look, her thoughts...

Which were, most definitely, not directed at him.

"...I don't wanna, I just don't. What's wrong with what I'm doing right now? We're close and I don't risk making an idiot out of myself more than I already am"

"You're just seeing things the wrong way. Y/N likes you too, and a lot. Doesn't all the time you spend together give it away already?"

"...Maybe she just likes being around me"

"Maybe. Or maybe you ought to stop being so blind and accept she may just feel the same way. I'm sorry for my rudeness, but aren't you being a bit of a coward running away from this problem by now?"

"Hey!- I'm...I'm no coward, don't call me that!"

"Then have the courage to face her, just like you face those stand users"

"...This is far scarier than a stand battle"

"But with a far sweeter victory too"

"And what if it's bitter instead?"

"I don't recall you ever failing so far"

Bucciarati gave him a reassuring look, one of those that seemed to, somehow, always ease to other's nervousness, perhaps at least a small bit.

"You've always been one for taking risks. Do what you've done so far, and everything will be okay"

"...Heh, you believe more in me than I do"

"Well, who knows..."

The man softly placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Maybe this will help things change"

"...Yeah, maybe it will"

Finally, the black haired one gave a smile to his friend and looked up at him. He still was not very faithful towards the outcome of this whole situation, but he had figured that, at the very least, Bruno was right about not telling him to run away from such situation anymore. It wasn't easy, especially not for him, but he found the confidence to at least take a stand.

Even so...

"...I still got no clue of how to tell her though"

He admitted, embarrassed.

"Trust me, the planning process is the hardest part. Once you're actually together, everything will be a lot more natural"

"I hope you're right, man"

This time, he sat on the table itself, fidgeting with his fingers without even realizing it. He couldn't help but feel a slight headache just trying to cope up with something. He just wanted everything to go smoothly, to actually look...Charming for once, to make her believe that he could be a worthy boyfriend to her.

It was just do hard when, no matter how hard he tried, none of what he imagined was good enough for someone as perfect as she was.

"I just want it to be special, ya know?"

"I know, just do what you always do: take it as it goes. After all, surely you don't want to win her over by being someone you are not"

"Nah...That'd suck"

"I'm glad we can agree on this"

With a sympathetic smile, the eldest approached the door, briefly turning around before making his exit.

"Good luck, although I'm quite confident you won't be needing that"

"...I wish I had half of the confidence you have"

Muttered the young one under his breath, left alone with nothing but the urge to run up to the girl and just kiss her until his lips went dry. Needless to say, that alone was enough to make him drown his burning face in his hands, making it even harder to think rationally.

"God, I'm so fucking screwed"

~~~~~

The passing week, Narancia had barely gotten any sleep, his mind chastising him for being incapable of finding a way to convey what seemed like a waterfall of feelings, in a small bucket.

He was never good with words, he was perfectly fine with the idea of telling she that he liked her, he truly did, it was everything leading up to that moment that overwhelmed him. He didn't care about the build up, be wanted to get to the point, to be direct, but he couldn't. She deserved better than that, and he was very well aware of it.

That was, however, until (at least at first sight) a perfectly ordinary and standard night, one of those one would not think in too deeply, that would let go by without probably realizing just how far time is already passing, and would perhaps look back the day after and think "I had a good time".

One of those that Narancia loved so dearly, where he could simply chill and dedicate himself to whatever he preferred.

And of course, that was Y/N.

Predictably, his shyness around her had not gone untoticed by the young one. She could tell how he seemed to blush more easily each time she'd initiate physical contact, how he'd avoid her eyes when she'd turn around to look at him, how he kept on losing at every game they played together no matter how easy she'd go on him.

She had considered calling him out for such behavior, but eventually decided to let it go, assuming that it would have passed before she could really think about it further.

She was just going to spend that time with him as she always does, maybe nothing had changed and she was making it all up.

Although, she had to admit, it was quite the curious coincidence, how everyone in that exact moment had decided to go on a date with their respective partner: Bruno and Abbacchio, Giorno and Fugo, Mista and Trish...

...Oh well, a chance to have the house by herself, right? Why rummaging over it, now?

Boredom was quick to take over her, as she cyclically watched everyone leave, said goodbye to them with a smile and went back to playing Final Fantasy on her Gameboy.

She hadn't seen her best friend for the whole day, spending the entirety of her Morning helping Trish with her newest song, being distracted by Mista's weird theory during the afternoon and, once she had finally some time for Narancia, finding out he had gone out for...Reasons.

Weird, he'd never leave the house without telling her where he was headed to. Surely he would come back soon, would he not? She... Did not enjoy being alone for long.

The smell of freshly baked pizza called out to her stomach, but she brushed it off, refusing to have dinner before he came back. She assumed that Bruno had prepared it for the two of them before leaving, and she had even thanked him for it, but it was as if he hadn't heard her.

"Heh, he was too busy thinking of how he's going to break the bed tonight to pay attention, I suppose."

In the middle of an unexpected Boss fight, the strategy she was coming up with was immediately blown away by the sound of the door opening. The small console quickly hit the sofa's soft cushion, as she sprinted to the entrance to finally greet him.

"Nari! Where hav-"

The embrace she was waiting to give him, however, was interrupted once she caught a glimpse of the bouquet in his hands.

"Sorry! Sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't wanna be away for long but, uh, I forgot it's Sunday and most shops are closed and-"

"W-What- What are these?"

She commented in amazement, staring at the perfectly arranged flowers.

"I uhm- I got them for you! You know, they're your favorite, I thought they looked nice..."

He awkwardly extended the bouquet in her direction, his usual toothy grin not leaving his face, hoping with all his heart that he had picked the right ones.

The girl was about to ask more questions as she made a mental recap to find out if she had, somehow, missed some important date or event, but nothing could cross her mind. Despite this, noticing the nervousness in his tone, she figured it would have been better not to add any more gas to the fire.

"They...They indeed are"

She grabbed them gently with both of her hands, looking at them as a smile curved on her lips.

"Thank you! You're sweet as ever, Nari"

"I-It's nothing, really, just a little surprise"

He took a moment to admire the sweetness she was looking at him with, his gaze softening in return.

"I'll go put it in my room, be right back!"

"Alright! I'll see you outside?"

"Outside?"

"Yeah! In front of the house"

"How come? Do you want to go on the swings?"

"Kinda...Eh! Come on, you'll see!"

As she understood it was best to play along if she wanted to find out, she just smiled once more and turned around. She was fast to disappear into the hallway, but making sure not to let a single petal fall off as she did so.

Briefly fixing up her hair from the short run, after putting the flowers on the desk in her room, Y/N headed out as she was asked to.

"You were fast!"

"I didn't want to keep you waiting"

Narancia contained a small laughter, as he gestured he to follow him in the back of the villa.

"You gotta check this out!"

"Now you've made me curious, Nari"

"Well..."

He slowly stopped on his track, and just as calmingly got closer to Y/N, just enough for their fingers to intertwine.

"Let's not waste any time then, right?"

"...Right"

She repeated, her glance falling on their hands, feeling relieved from the warmth of his against her frozen surface. While they had never done this before, the gesture felt natural to her, probably because of how they'd always cuddle and cling to each other without even noticing.

Once they got to their apparent destination, the young lady was surprised at what she was met with, especially since she could have sworn she knew every centimeter of the house, in and out.

There was a ladder leaning against the wall, big enough to reach even the top on the building, or at least she thought...It was a bit hard to see from down there. It seemed hand made, but very resistent nonetheless.

Her grip on him surely was resistent as well, as the idea of climbing up did not exctite her in the slightest. Fear of heights can be a pain to deal with, and it surely did not enjoy befriending ladders.

Noticing her nervousness, the boy began to gently rub her palm with his thumb, as he moved her a bit closer.

"Afraid?"

"Y-Yeah uhm...You know I don't sit well with heights"

"It's alright!"

He approached the ladder, taking the first step.

"Come on! I'll help you up, okay?"

Reluctantly raising her eyes, she was a bit taken aback by his comforting expression. Not in a negative way, of course, it was just... Out of the ordinary. After all, she was accostumed to his silly grin and sparkly eyes.

But there was just this reassurance that told her that she was safe, if he said so, and she was not going to miss out on this chance.

"Okay, I guess I'll...Give it a shot"

"Awesome! Here, just...Hold on"

Taking her own first step on the ladder, she mase sure to keep her head high, keeping the ground under her right out of her sight. It was fine, she was fine, she just had to focus on...The unusual softness in his voice, the little dimble on his cheek whenever as he smiled, that fluffy, dark, messy hair...

Yeah, she really was fine.

Once they finally reached the roof, Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

"Hehe! You're so brave!"

"I...Really am not, but thank-"

Before she could finish the sentence, she couldn't help but notice the tempiting smell she had spotted in the house beforehand. The boy had set up a nice little dinner up there, the home made pizza laying nicely on a tablecloth they probably had never used before, and everything illuminated by a small candle.

"S-So? Do you...Uhm, like it?"

He asked nervously, slightly intimidated by her lack of response.

"Sorry, maybe it's too cheesy, I just thought we could have done something a little different and-"

But soon, he was shushed too when he felt a hand on his cheek.

"And you did it magnificently"

Bashful, he looked down, his excitement being impossible to hide.

"Well...Do you want to sit down?"

"Gladly"

As they took a seat, the girl instinctively laid her head on his shoulder, as she'd always do whenever she helped him study. Remembering the advice he had gotten from his immensely reliable older brother, Narancia took a deep breath, sneakily (or at least, he thought so, but let's ignore his shaking) putting an arm around her waist, prepared to take it off as soon as he saw her ever so slightly uncomfortable.

Instead, she snuggled in closer.

"So? Is the view here better than from your balcony?"

He asked, in an attempt at building up even a bit of atmosphere. It's too bad Y/N did not have the patience for that anymore. She hummed in response, slightly lowering her dear Nari's head until they could touch foreheads.

"The best I could ask for"

There was a moment of silence between them, as both the young ones did not know where to look: the other's eyes or lips.

"It's only fair...You deserve the best"

"Heh, do I really?"

"Absolutely"

His fingers shyly made contact with her hip, slowly moving up and down.

"That's why I...I really don't know if I should do this"

"Why not?"

"Y/N, you're..."

Contemplating each of her feature for a second, he continued.

"You're perfect. I just want to make you happy, to protect you, to hold you my entire life"

Y/N couldn't do anything but listen to those sweet words, the ones she had already played in her head a thousand times, even though she was not so open about it as him.

"...No, scratch that: you are my life, but I understand if you don't-"

With a little push from the girl, their lips soon followed their foreheads' example. The boy soon let all thoughts or speeches he had made out in his head disappear, as every part of his body was taken over by that idyllic sensation he had so desperately longed for. He refued to pull away from her, it didn't matter if he was starting to hardly even breath: he would have taken her taste over air every day.

Eventually, just enough to undo the touching, she pulled away, taking small breaths and taking in that moment she didn't know that she needed so much, but to whom she couldn't resist once she felt it coming.

"...W-Would it be alright if I said I've been dreaming of this moment ever since you visited me in t-the hospital?"

He coyly stuttered out.

"Only if I can do it again"

"Please...Do"

The kisses they shared were more than the stars that watched over the two, giggling between some of them as Narancia had to resist the urge to pick her up and spin her around. Like children falling in love, they couldn't help but just let it happen, give in to the comfort the other offered, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't simple puppy love.

But, for the youngsters' amazement, a bond that, for the first time, could actually last.

#jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #jjba golden wind #jojo vento aureo #bucci gang x reader #narancia x reader #one shot #naranciaghirga #jojo narancia #jjba narancia #narancia ghirga #jjba x reader comfort #jjba x reader #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader

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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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Can i request a headcanon where the s/o gifts ruggie, malleus, neige, jamil, ace and azul crochet flowers that smells like the orginal flower ,atleast every month?

Istg crochet flowers are so pretty and i meant this, this, this , this, this, this, this, this, this , this and this and looooots of more.

How sweet ! You seem to like crochet flowers quite a lot, I'll do it ! (You are right, they're very pretty. This actually made me buy some-)

Pairing(s) : ruggie bucchi x reader, malleus draconia x reader, neige leblanche, Jamil viper x reader, Azul Ashengrotto x reader

Warning(s) : None ! The reader is gender neutral but I'll mostly be referring to you by..well- You.

Ruggie Bucchi

I would just like to say that Ruggie loves your bouquet. He appreciates the effort and he appreciates the gift, like, a lot.

Ruggie is the type to show love through acts of service but gifts have a different story to them.

Now the reason why I chose sunflowers was because they represent unwavering faith and unconditional love.

It's the perfect gift to those you love in order to express how much you adore them. It symbolizes faith and adoration for all that is, the true faith and loyalty to something that is much bigger and brighter than themselves.

Ruggie is flattered to know the meaning behind the flowers you give him. To think that someone admires him for his work despite being aware of his status as a not-so rich student.

He'll give the favor back, after all, in one way or another your actions will always come back to you.

But wether it is sunflowers, yellow tulips or daffodils. This hyena boy loves your work.

He's amazed that you can do this with your own hands- and it smells like the original flower too !

He keeps each of them in his room, all aligned on a shelf with a small space for more to come.

Ruggie cherishes you and your gifts. And he'll make sure to return the favor one day.

Malleus Draconia

The dragon fae was a little confused about the bouquet at first, he didn't instantly realize they weren't true flowers since the smell of it was there.

But once you handed them to him he notices the fine work of crochet that you've manufactured with your two hands alone.

And he's impressed ! Although it may not seem surprising, he would love to know more about the techniques and maybe even try it himself.

I'm sure you would be a wonderful teacher !

In the language of flowers, Salvia nemorosa holds the symbolic meaning of longevity, wisdom, esteem, and good health. Spiritual leaders have used salvia flowers in their religious rites and divination for centuries as a symbol of knowledge and connection to the divine source.

This instantly matched the tall man as I believe he would be the next king of faes.

And he's wise, Malleus will also remain youthful as his extended life span will allow him to.

His eyes sparkle upon seeing your eyes full of joy while presenting the wonderfully crafted masterpiece to him.

He loves it. He loves your work. He loves you. All of it.

Start doing it every week you'll end up becoming the next king/queen/ruler of briar valley alongside him.

Azul Ashengrotto

First of all- he's giving you something back after every single service, every single gifts because he feels in debt.

Just assure him that there is no need to offer anything back to you and that you enjoy doing it for him.

You don't expect anything to be returned to you, you actually like doing what you're doing.

Delphiniums symbolize cheerfulness and goodwill, as well as a protective plant. Delphiniums are used to communicate encouragement and joy, as well as remembering loved ones who have passed.

Now before you say anything- NO ONE is dead. Stop getting crazy conspiracy theories in your head I can see you- !

And to add to Azul's incredible ways of describing the food's taste here is a real quote of him after smelling you artificial yet beautiful flowers :

"Most are heat and drought tolerant, and their foliage and flowers are fragrant, with scents ranging from licorice to bubblegum. It's fantastic !"

Oh boy.

That was a strange feeling. I did not like writing that down...

MOVING ON.

But again he'll try to offer you something back, you're quick to notice and proceed to tell him that in exchange for your gifts he just has to keep them in his room and give them the biggest smile if he likes it.

What kind of payment is that [Name]-

Their deep red hues evoke feelings of passion, love, and lust — making them an especially popular choice for new, younger couples. They can also mean “believe me” or “my feelings are true.” Red tulips

You aren't in control, he isn't controlling you.

Your feelings are genuine and you love this snake bastard, just the way he is and not because of his status.

Lavender flowers represent purity, silence, devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness. Purple is the color of royalty and speaks of elegance, refinement, and luxury, too.

As much as he isn't a king or a prince, he's royalty in your eyes.

Daisies symbolize innocence and purity.

As much as he isn't all that innocent, the gift or in other words the bouquet your offering him is innocent and truthful.

It smells great too-

Similarly to ruggie, Jamil is the type to show is affection towards others by acts of service.

You can tell that he's trying to pay you back when he's paying ten times more attention to you.

HE EVEN FORGOT TO LOOK AFTER KALIM FOR GOODNESS SAKE-

anyways.

Many groups associate sunflowers with prolonged constancy and loyalty, reflecting the flower bud's tendency to follow the sun across the sky.

He'll never be more than a servant to the eyes of other, but you make him dream that no matter what. He remains your king.

Neige leblanche

Neige is ecstatic ! He loves it ! And they smell amazing too !

He was always offered gifts from his fans but yours mean so much more, especially when he can keep them forever !

Normal flowers go away in a few days but this one will remain with him, whenever he misses you, Neige will just glance at your magnificent crochet work.

You're the best you know that ?

Yellow tulips now represent happiness, cheerfulness, and hope. Victorians even believed yellow tulips literally meant “there's sunshine in your smile.” It's for this reason that yellow tulips have become popular “just because” gifts, as they are sure to bring a smile to anyone's face.

Blue tulips are variants of the white ones. They represent peace and tranquility. You may gift blue tulips to display your trust in a person.

The sweet simplicity and genuine beauty of the daisy have made the flower an international emblem of innocence and purity. Its fresh, crisp appearance has come to symbolize new beginnings, and its bright, spirit-lifting colors are known to spread happiness like wildfire.

The biblical meaning of lavender symbolizes purity, devotion, and love. The color is also associated with the crown chakra, which is the energy center associated with higher purpose and spiritual connectivity.

The pink tulip is a symbol for caring and good wishes. It's perfect for a gift for friends or family.

I chose a bouquet filled with nothing but good wishes, happiness and care for Neige. I know many are suspicious of him, but in my eyes he is the sweetest to exist.

Well I'm done now. I hope you liked it.

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marginaletchings · 13 days

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tsv thoughts:

spoilers, etc etc.

People being annoyed at Faulkner for killing Roemont and cheering on Shrue is not a double standard. I actually think Faulkner was fully justified, but I also think the move was incredibly stupid. A schism could have happened without the Gulch needing to compromise their own ways of worship, and I guarantee you a younger faith leader will always win out over an ageing and arrogant elder. The main reason I believe it was the wrong move though, is that it's another instance of Faulkner falling prey to more delusions of grandeur--not that he isn't talented or great or whatever, it's that he continuously sets up these grand expectations for himself and acts selfishly and blindly so he can, what, be remembered in the Silt Verses? He's an excellent parallel to Roemont because of this. We even see that he's struggled with his faith since the big battle at the Gulch and especially since he betrayed Carpenter. Faulkner doesn't NEED a gun, he has weapons and a whole ass congregation/religious movement behind him and he doesn't know where the fuck he's taking them.

Shrue isn't a neoliberal, y'all. @melandrops made a good post about it here (hope it's ok I mentioned you & linked, lmk if it isn't) but yeah

Shrue is an excellent parallel to Faulkner. We see them go from relatively fresh-ish politician who's out of touch enough to send godkillers after the Parish--and if I recall correctly, with the blessings of the High Katabasians--then when they start getting more doses of reality they're shown to be flexible in pivoting to other directions. And then, with each new horrifying dosage of reality, pieces of Shrue's willingness to put up with bullshit breaks away; their willingness to continue Playing the Game is shattering as their beliefs and their most sincere feelings about life/society/the world get more radicalized. We see Shrue go from "decent-ish person making too many compromises to stay complacent" to "good person with a clearer view of reality who is in too deep and has to make some big decisions on how to survive." Faulkner has gone in the opposite direction, from "powerless, but a sincere radical willing to brute force and ask questions later" to losing faith and falling into near complacency, albeit complacency of a paranoid variety. Faulkner is now in relative power, and he is willing to betray the people he loves to keep that status quo.

Some folks are a bit too hard on Shrue, imo. One of the most human things ever is the innate need in us to try and protect what little stability we have. Everyone talks big game about being revolutionaries until food and home and our loved ones are at risk. Watching Shrue be pushed and pushed until not even those matter anymore is, therefore, a fascinating and cathartic experience.

#tsv podcast #tsv spoilers #the silt verses #the silt pod

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the-forgotten-lily · 6 months

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Why do I have a feeling that this was meant for the fans, all the people who supported her during that time, herself AND for Harry?!

The text:-

Taylor Swift’s 1989 (Taylor’s version) full prologue on the album booklet:

When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in london, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle. Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does.

But I had a secret. For me. It was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24. I decided to completely reinvent myself.

How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally. And I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making red had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my bars. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on red? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.

You see-in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming -the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.

It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting, or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the victorian era.

Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth. And my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that-right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.

But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in new york and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had max martin and shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. had a new friend named jack antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989. And we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it, in high heels and a crop top.

There was so much that I didn't know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naiveté, a hunger for adventure. And a sense of freedom I hadn't tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naivete, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will.

I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to...don't say it don't say it. I'm sorry, I have to say it. Shake it off.

I'll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in "blank space" and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in "welcome to new york". You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.

I was born in 1989. Reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long. This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.

I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.

It's been waiting for you.

#taylor swift #harry styles #1989 (taylor's version)#1989 vibes #haylor #i love their dynamic #fandom #swifties assemble

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duskspring · 5 months

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Chores and a Show - Copia/GN!Reader fic

Domestic December - Day 2

Summary: You help Copia with his paints before a ritual

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Google translate Italian as per fandom tradition, some insecurity on Copia’s side but it’s all ok in the end

Word count: ~1.7k

“Stop being so squeamish." You said to Copia, trying to sound gentle and not make him feel bad. He could be extra sensitive before a ritual, but you’d already told him to settle down twice.

"It's not my fault you tickle me, amore."

You playfully scoffed, trying to resume getting him ready. You added some black onto the brush.

"Close your eyes for me.” When he did, you started dragging the colored hairs over his eyelids and the surrounding area.

You were laser focused. Copia deserved nothing but perfection.

You startled the brush back slightly when he put his hands on your hips. You'd been straddling his lap the whole time to get as close as possible, but he’d kept his hands down up to this point.

"Copia." You say in fun-loving warning as you color his other eyelid.

"I'm behaving." He claimed, though he smirked like he had more up his sleeve.

When you moved to add a second layer, his hands dipped a little lower to your rear.

"Preshow's already on, we don't have forever.” You reminded him.

“All the more reason to enjoy your company while I can.” You had to pull back again when he smiled, not being able to work if his eyes were crinkled up.

Stopping for a moment did give you the chance to take a good look at his face. His freckles and any blemishes you usually loved mapping out were already covered up with white, but his wrinkles, the proof of his fast life experience and wiseness were still visible clearly enough for you to admire. Not that you’d admit to that, knowing Copia didn’t like them being pointed out.

“Does it look ok?” He noticed your staring, taking it to mean something was wrong. His voice sounded so small, almost childlike.

Your expression softened further, but still you took the chance to tease him a bit, “It will, as soon as you let me do my job.”

He chuckled briefly, trying to get his worries out, before straightening his face. His hands dutifully moved back to your hips.

The rest of the work went well. You’d gotten plenty of time to practise back at the abbey. Doing this for him was just another way for you to prove your devotion to him and try to help him out any way you could. He, in return, appreciated your perfectionism in the act, always insisting on starting over if it wasn’t just right.

He would never understand just how hard it was for you, however. He was still shirtless, apart from his suspenders you couldn’t believe he could wear against his bare skin. He looked good enough to eat. Though the only person you had to blame for that distraction was yourself. You were the one encouraging him to not be in costume yet when you painted his face. You had faith in your skill but the last thing you wanted would be to accidentally stain that beautiful military style jacket of his.

You took a steady breath, before holding it in. You refused to allow yourself to mess up the thin lines on the sides of his face.

Copia would love nothing more than to cheer you on or tell you something to calm your nerves, but it was his job right now to remain still.

You pulled back after the second line was done, letting out a big sigh of relief after having not messed it up.

“Stay very still.” You told him next, angling his head a little further back.

He wasn’t sure what you were gonna do, but he would never question your process. Not after your flawless track record. Because it was you.

You were shaking slightly, the small adrenaline rush you always got catching up with you. Still, you smiled. You smiled at the man that made everyday just a little better. A man that you knew would go through hardship and hell to make you happy. He was everything, with or without the paint, because it was him.

You lean in closer, his hold on your hips instinctively tightening to help keep you steady. You press your lips to his. They were the only part of him still unpainted.

Still, you kiss him softly, not wanting to blemish the surrounding paint. Copia sits up the slightest bit, trying to follow you when you pull back with a self satisfied look on your face.

“Almost there, love.” It was a matter of coloring his lips and you’d be done at last.

Still you didn’t allow yourself to slack in that department. You couldn’t speak for the rest of his audience, but you certainly enjoyed looking at his lips a lot, so they too had to look pristine.

You wished you could stay and look at him for another few hours, but a quick glance at the clock revealed the disappointing need to start wrapping it up.

You patted his hands on your hips, “Up we go.” You smiled, standing up and quickly stretching you back as Copia followed you.

As soon as you straightened your posture he stepped closer to you and put his gloved hands on your cheeks, “I would kiss you again if I could. Thank you so much, amato mio.”

You lean your head sideways into his hold, “No need you thank me at all. I love getting to do this for you.” As a last sign of affection before having to move on, you turned your head a little to kiss his palm.

You stepped away to the clothing rack that stood against the walls. All of his costumes for the night were hung up in order, ready for his quick in between costume changes. You grabbed the one on the end of the rack, the previously mentioned beautiful military style suit. It gave Copia an edge, a sense of authority he deserved as Papa.

When you faced him again, he looked the part as well. It was like watching an actor morph into character; he stood up straighter, exuding an air of confidence that suited him so well.

You took the jacket off the hanger and held it up. He obediently held his arms out without having to be asked. You helped him into the garment, closing it quickly, but with care.

After that he knew to sit in front of the vanity, you coming up behind him to brush his hair back. You loved getting to make his hair look all neat to then see it get progressively more messy throughout the night. As much as you loved watching Copia all dolled up, it was even better to see him let loose and have fun. It was clear as day that the stage was where he was at his most comfortable.

You looked away from his hair for just a moment, noticing how he looked at your reflection in the mirror, the slightest of smiles on his face. You knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I love you too.” The words left you oh so delicately. He needed to know you weren’t just saying it to say it.

“Ti amo più di ogni altra cosa.” More than anything. It was far from his first love declaration but this one, right in all the chaos before the show, somehow felt like the most meaningful one you’d ever heard.

A frantic knock interrupted the sentiment, “You’re on in five!”

You sighed, excited to see Copia perform again but upset your time together was so rushed. You leaned down and very delicately placed a kiss on his neatly brushed back hair.

“Go get ‘em.” You winked at him through the mirror.

He got up, examined his full reflection before finally turning to face you again.

"How do I look?" He already looked confident as can be, but still he asked you that same question before every show, as if you wouldn’t always respond the exact same way.

You stepped closer, putting your hands on his chest, "Like the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

His confident look softened. He wished so badly to kiss you, but knew his paints would mess up from it and your hard work had to be admired on stage for all to see. Instead he brushed his hand over your hair.

“I will look for you in the crowd.” He promised.

You pulled back, already grabbing your bag and making your way there, “Remember, I’m on the left balcony.” You didn’t really jive well with big crowds. As much as you’d miss seeing Copia up close, you were happy you got a spot in the VIP camp. Less people, but still a good overview of the stage.

The next few minutes we’re a bit of a blur as you had to rush to make it up there on time. You only hoped Copia could take it a bit easier.

You knew he was nervous, he always was. But as soon as the white screen fell down to reveal the band the energy in the room was electric.

He had such a way about him, capturing all eyes in the room with his strong voice, silly dance moves and sometimes eyebrow raising words in between songs.

And he made sure to keep his promise, looking over in your direction multiple times. It was clear to you that he didn’t truly see you at first. But when he did, he made sure you knew. He waved his arm in a gesture towards you and you immediately understood he’d found you.

It was almost an art, making you feel like the only person in a fully packed arena. As if all those songs were especially for you even when he interacted with the crowd and wasn’t actively engaging you.

You’d probably never get the full scope of it, but when Copia was up on that stage, he was there for you. At least in spirit. He thought of you the whole time. Your unwavering faith in him calmed his nerves and the prospect of you telling him how great he did, like you always told him after performances, served as a driving force to do even better than last time.

He needed you, in that way. He wanted you. He could never imagine doing this without you.

He loved you, as wholly as you loved him.

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

#domestic december #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #papa emeritus 4 #ghost fanfiction #copia #ghost bc

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pacifymebby · 1 year

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the peaky boys with their own personal nurse/cheerleader that can handle violence but doesn't fight themselves just patches them up and tell them how good they did with a smile on their face

Loved this idea thank u for sending it in anon ❤️❤️❤️

Tommy

🌿 Not used to having a woman encourage him to violence? The first time he hears you say it "You are gonna kill em aren't you Tommy?" the "Aye love, I am gonna kill him..." he breathes, is almost incredulous. And when you say "Good," with a satisfied little smile his lips actually part and he's speechless.

🌿 He always discourages you "Shouldn't wish violence upon others angel, it goes against god..." but secretly he enjoys hearing you mumble "Fuck god," likes the way you cross your arms defiantly. "Atta girl,"

🌿 But he does always question you, he can't understand how a delicate creature like yourself could be so impressed by the violent things he does

🌿 You are though, it turns you on, being with a dangerous man, makes you feel dangerous yourself.

🌿You did once ask him to teach you how to shoot but before the sentence had fully left your lips he'd covered your mouth with his hand.

🌿"no, fuckin no... Don't you dare finish that sentence and don't you ever ask me again..."

🌿You could tell from his sharp tone and the knife like look in his eyes that you would regret defying him, so you accepted your place beside him, cheering him on but never committing an act of violence yourself.

🌿And over time Tommy grows to appreciate your violent streak, the way you never beg him to spare someone, the way you never cry when he says he has to go away... You're never scared he won't come back because you have complete faith in him.

🌿 And he especially appreciates that your fearlessness means that no matter what state he comes back to you in, you're always ready to stitch and patch him up. The sight of his blood doesn't make you feel faint or sick.

🌿"Bloods just evidence you put up a good fuckin fight," "Aye angel, reckon i did..." "That means you won doesn't it," he likes the devilish little smile which tugs on your lips whenever you find out the details of a fight.

🌿 But Tommys still Tommy so he doesn't share all the details with you.

🌿And if he didnt "win" and hes come back to you pissed off and all bloodied up you still patch him up with a smile on your face, telling him next time will be different, next time they wont be so lucky.

🌿He likes having someone believe in him so completely but he worries that one day he'll let you down.

Alfie

🐻 Isn't going to tell you about what happened, is going to tease you about the fact youre so interested.

🐻 "now what youve got me wondering here y/n, is... Right... Is why someone like you ey... Someone who's good and sweet and... Pure" "Not pure," "yeah alright alright sweetheart... Not exactly pure.. But still good right... why would someone as sweet as you want to know about somet as rotten and bad as all that..."

🐻 Enjoys the fuss you make over him, likes that youre his personal nurse, definitely pretends it doesnt hurt as much as it really does, but definitely always pretends hes youve missed somewhere you havent just to keep you there a little longer...

🐻 "well hang on a minute sweetheart what about here right? Whst about here?" pointing to his cheek, or his crotch...

🐻 But he's done so well and you think he deserves rewarding for all his hard work, even if he is a bad bad man.

🐻 A lot of these patching up sessions become intimate... You trailing your hand down his chest, past his now packed up wounds, to his trousers, nimble fingers unbuttoning and slipping inside.

🐻 All the more passionate if the trouble had anything to do with you...

🐻 Youre always telling him how proud of him you are and he loves to hear you say things like "My Alfies so strong and mean, he can do anything he likes..."

🐻 "Is that right sweetheart is that right... What if what i like... Is you?" hands on your hips pulling you back towards him.

🐻 Hes your big strong teddy bear who's mean to everyone but you and you know youre always safe with him, because he always wins a fight, one way or another he'll never lose.

Arthur

🍂 Doesnt need encouraging really does he...

🍂 For so long he was terrified of you seeing him be violent, he'd hold himself back in front of you for fear you'd be disgusted by the 'monster' he felt like he became.

🍂 But one day youre with him down the Garrison and a fight breaks out. You can see Arthur desperately trying to withold his animalistic instincts...

🍂 So you squeeze his hand, stand on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear

🍂 "Don't hold back on my account Arthur Shelby, know you want to kill him... This is your fuckin garrison eh?"

🍂 So he lets loose and he does exactly as he wants to... Restores peace in the most violent of ways and you'd be lying if you said it didn't excite you just a little seeing how formidable and fierce your man can be

🍂 But when he comes down from the adrenaline, he feels that familiar shame again, the guilt of what he's done, questioning whether he really is just a good for nothing animal. He tries to get away from you, out of your sight because hes so ashamed but you rush to him

🍂 "Arthur Shelby where do ye think youre going?!" you grab him by the shirt collar and before you do anything else you plant a passionate kiss on his mouth, holding onto him like your life depends on it.

🍂 "Did so fuckin good arthur, bastard had it coming, you did so fuckin good."

🍂 Patching him up involves struggling to keep your hands off him, taking his face in your hands, deep kisses.

🍂Fucking him slowly to calm him down

John

🌼 You've been patching john up after scrapes and tumbles since you were both just kids so you're both used to the routine by now.

🌼Even if the injuries are somewhat more serious now... You were never one to squirm at the sight of blood. Only change from your childhood is that now when John comes back with a bloody lip, he doesnt have to beg you to kiss it better.

🌼 You arent averse to violence but you do get scared when you see a fight break out... You've guns and knives to worry about, youre not kids anymore.

🌼So youre always relieved to be cleaning him up after a fight, at least youve got him there with you to clean up.

🌼 You get worried one day he'll bite off more than he can chew but whenever you tell him that he just makes a joke out of it... "what with this big mouth? Nah love" gnashes his teeth at you to prove the point and make you laugh.

🌼His adrenaline from the fight and your adrenaline from worrying leads to some passionate scenes once hes bandaged up.

🌼 You think hes a fucking idiot but hes your idiot and you wouldnt change things for the world.

🌼 And you always tell him youre proud of him, hes never going to let you down, youre sure of that.

🌼 Your voice has been heard on more occasions than one to be shouting from a crowd of onlookers... "come on John boy, where it fuckin hurts!"

🌼And sometimes youre the reason he decides not to hold back... "I'd throttle him for that if i were you..."

🌼So half of small heath fears youre just as wild as him...

🌼 And you might have a wild flame burning inside you, but for the most part youre a gentle soul who always takes care of her man with a smile on her face.

Bonnie

🍀You just couldnt be a fighters girl if you got upset over a bit of blood... Thats something youve had to remind Bonnie of many times

🍀Because he always expects you to wince when you see him after a fight, or get scared when you watch him in the ring, especially when hes fixing a match for tommy and hes practically letting himself get hurt.

🍀But no, youre not bothered by a bit of blood, you're a gypsy girl and youve seen worse..

🍀And you're the loudest voice yelling encouragement for him from the crowd, youre always bursting with pride for him and you wouldnt miss one of your boys fights for the whole world.

🍀 Its your voice which really gets him riled up, gives him that extra shot of adrenaline to get him through a tough fight.

🍀You always patch him up after a fight, he won't let anyone else do it. Likes how careful with him you are.

🍀 "youve got healing hands little dove,"

🍀Pretends to be more hurt than he is because he enjoys how you spoil him with affection and sympathy.

🍀The other reason youre the only one who is allowed to patch him up, is that no one quite stokes his ego like you do. Telling him how amazing he did, how proud of him you are. How good he looked up there in the ring.

🍀Aberama thinks you're daft and tells you as much "That boys got you wrapped round his little finger love..." and you know its a little true.

🍀But after awhile Bonnie will send everyone else away, leaving just the two of you alone... Because all your careful little touches and your sympathy makes him needy for his little dove.

🍀" show me how proud of your fighter you are dove..."

🍀Its different if its Peaky Fighting though, that does scare you a little. You are scared he'll get himself killed one day and you don't like Tommy Shelby, you dont trust him and you don't think Bonnie should either.

🍀It doesnt stop you giving him that encouragement though, it just sounds a little different. "You're not gonna let em get you Bon..." "Make sure you come back to me in one piece," and when he does come back to you and the injuries aren't too serious and hes definitely alright, you put your head against yours, all relieved smiles and say things like "thank you, thank you for coming back to me,"

🍀You're very proud of him/to be his and youre always reminding him that you're his girl. "My fighter boys gonna be the most famous fighter in the world,"

Isaiah

🐀You knew what you were getting yourself into dating a peaky boy so youre not shocked when he comes back to you with the odd split lip or brow.

🐀Most of the time youre there to witness the fighting anyway, you never flinch when you see him getting hurt, you never scream or make a fuss, you wouldnt want to distract him from his work

🐀Youre not a violent girl but youre supportive of your mans work and if theres peaky enemies on the streets its him you trust to get rid of them, you make no secret of that amd you tell him all the time.

🐀"Don't show em any mercy," "You show em, you don't fuck with the peaky blinders..."

🐀If Isaiah isnt worrying then you don't either, no matter how many cuts and bruises there are, unless he tells you to worry you never will. You dont know if that means youre just as reckless as him, or whether it means you just trust him completely and without question.

🐀Either way, he doesnt have to worry about scaring you and when youre patching him up he tells you he's proud of you for being such a brave/strong girl. He loves that youre fearless.

🐀He also loves knowing he wont get into trouble with you for fighting, that you'll want to know all the details.

🐀He enjoys telling you exactly whst happened, your excitement inflates his ego and he might even exagerate his own role in the fight just to impress you more.

🐀Is very cheeky to you, "Aren't you going to thank me for keeping you safe from all those bad men..." and by thank he means fuck.

🐀And youre always happy to oblige, you especially like getting down on your knees and taking him in your mouth.

Michael

☘️Between you and his mother he's sick of being fussed over actually. He rolls his eyes at the two of you and is sullen the whole time youre patching him up

☘️Mostly because his mother is going mad at him for even being involved in the kind of peaky business that gets you shot at.

☘️But youre not mad at him, youre proud of your man for making a name of himself as a blinder.

☘️When you first rush to him youre smiling, you want to know everything that happened and hear him tell you about how good he fought

☘️But one look from Polly shuts you up and wipes that smile clean off your face.

"Silly girl! Michael don't you listen to a word that child says, you don't fuckin get yourself into anymore of these bloody fights alright?" "Aye alright mum alright"

☘️But he shares a look with you, a cheeky little smirk which tells you to be patient, thst he'll tell you everything just as soon as his mothers gone.

☘️Polly doesnt leave until shes satisfied he is alright, "And don't you go putting any ideas in my sons head, no encouragement!"

☘️Youre scared of Polly Gray but not scared enough to stop you asking questions the second she leaves the room.

☘️ He tells you everything but he definitely exagerates his part in the fight and how well he did just to impress you and get you excited.

☘️Whilst hes telling you hes touching you, carressing you, trying to excite you in more ways than one. Takes you to bed and fucks you hard, taking all his frustrations out on you.

☘️Afterwards you straddle him, looking down at him, begging him to tell you again about how good he fought, how strong he is.

#Tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagines #bonnie gold x reader #and peaky blinders is in the works #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders

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itmightrain · 6 months

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1989 tv Typed Prologue

When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in London, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle. Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does. But I had a secret. For me, it was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24, I decided to completely reinvent myself.

How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally ... and I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making “Red” had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my ears. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on “Red”? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.

You see — in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming — the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.

It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the Victorian Era.

Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth, and my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn’t sensationalize or sexualize that — right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.

But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in New York and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had Max Martin and Shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named Jack Antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called "1989," and we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it. In high heels and a crop top.

There was so much that I didn’t know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naïveté, a hunger for adventure, and a sense of freedom I hadn’t tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naïveté, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to ... don’t say it ... don’t say it ... I’m sorry, I have to say it ... shake it off.

I’ll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in “Blank Space” and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in “Welcome to New York.” You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.

I was born in 1989, reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long.

This moment is a reflection of the woods we’ve wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.

I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of “1989.”

It’s been waiting for you.

#taylor swift #1989 #1989 taylor's version #1989 tv #1989 prologue #gaylor #<- i hope you hear and believe her even tho i know conspiracy theorists cant be easily reached

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genericpuff · 1 year

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spot the differences

Episode 120

Episode 220

answer: there are none, it's just persephone abusing staff workers.

what's REALLY wild though is that:

Persephone is supposed to be acting 'out of character' in Episode 120 because it's Hera disguised as Persephone and acting how Hera would act, but in Episode 220 we get ACTUAL PERSEPHONE acting the exact same way (WORSE, even) so is it really out of character?

Demeter's reaction tells us that she would absolutely NOT approve of what her daughter has become, she clearly did NOT raise her daughter to mistreat employees or those of lower classes but instead Persephone is reflecting behavior from her ROLE MODEL (Hera) and her LOVE INTEREST (Hades).

The EMPLOYEE DESIGNS ARE LITERALLY THE SAME. And knowing what we know about RS confirming that satyrs and nymphs are 'lower class' in the universe of LO, it's horrifying to see two similarly-designed satyr characters be mistreated by our main protagonist.

THESE EPISODES ARE LITERALLY EXACTLY 100 EPISODES APART ??? WHAT ARE THE ODDS EVEN-

I honestly don't even know how to process this. I would LOVE to believe that this is all intentional, a clever slow burn of Persephone's character devolving from a humble and compassionate Mortal Realm Goddess to a cruel, vindictive, capitalism-loving, high-class oligarchy-style Goddess.

But this is Lore Olympus. So all I can do is be reminded of how we're supposed to be rooting for these characters, how the audience cheers every single time Persephone or Hades are shown abusing their power. We haven't gotten any sort of confirmation through the text that Persephone has thought about what she said to Tori, how she reacted to seeing him after 10 years, how she feels after cornering him at his job the way she did. We never get to see into her mind, her reasoning as to why she thought it was okay; we never get to see into Tori's mind, it's framed entirely around Persephone "getting her revenge" on someone who barely had an impact on her life ten years ago in college.

That's not even getting into how Rachel's not even subtle anymore about how Persephone is a self-insert power fantasy for her to project herself onto-

-so she CAN'T in good faith deny that she's not like this in real life with how often she frames poor people being abused by the rich (and expecting readers to still cheer for the rich all the same).

I'm not here to psychoanalyze Rachel, but there's a point where it's almost more irresponsible NOT to call out the obviously problematic whims of a writer as they're bleeding into the narrative they're spinning and the messages they're sending to their audience. Especially when their audience is made up of children, teenagers, and young adults coming into a world that worships exuberant wealth and punishes the poor.

This turned into a bit of a ramble-rant, but let me leave you with these parting words to chew on the next time Persephone is inevitably portrayed as "Boss Bitch" goals to LO's audience just so the narrative can get away with having its main protagonist bully canonically lower-class characters and call it a win:

The tree remembers what the axe forgets.

#lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #lo critical #i'm sorry to say that classism and racism are baked into the foundation of LO #trying to dismiss it as something else entirely is borderline denial #i'm calling it out for what it is

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its-chelisey-stuff · 9 months

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YOU WANTED THIS, ANLE!! CONGRATS!

Yikes, honey. She's talking about you like you're garbage.

A few thoughts:

The look of pain and longing on each other's faces!! Aaaahh the angst has begun and I wanted this, actually, but man it hurtssss! But hurts so good

Anle deserved this because she asked for it. Just earlier in the episode she was proudly boasting to Cunning Luo that she was gonna insult and humiliate Cheng'en to send her into the arms of HanYe. And she did it! She should be proud. And yes the scene hurt, but it was also pleasing to see her get hurt and walk under the snow, alone. Sorry, Anle. Please get your shit together!

HanYe!! My poor Crown Prince. You could see how much he didn't want to do that and I wanted to cry when he remembered all the little moments he's had with Anle. And just as she wished he put that hairpin on her hair, it's obvious HanYe wanted the same. But duty and longtime promises come first. BTW Gong Jun's acting in these last 2 eps! He barely had any lines but his eyes said it all!

The grandmother is a terrible woman and I am aware she's this way because she believes this one to be the real Ziyuan and oofff she's nasty! I know! But also, I love every time she puts greedy and two-faced Cheng'en in her place. I cheered when she took off the hairpin from her!

Anle/Ziyuan getting to witness the hate against her on first hand without actually getting to experience it must be wild. The person being humiliated in front of her is her real identity! She was shocked to see it.

If HanYe is this committed when he doesn't even like the woman he believes to be Ziyuan, imagine when he finds out the real one is the one he is in love with! Gah!!!!! And yes I stand by this ship. I have faith the writers can redeem Anle lol

Bonus:

The whole banquet sequence I had this song playing in the back of my head because I just found it so chaotic lol it was hilarious.

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#the legend of anle #gong jun #dilraba dilmurat #cdrama #anle zhuan

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Kim Hong Joong (Ateez) Ideal Partner Characteristics based on Tarot Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Crow Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body

Heart

Spirit

Soul

Time

Place

Full Name: Kim Hong Joong

Stage Name: Hongjoong

Group: Ateez

Kim Hong Joong

(Hongjoong - Ateez)

Deck: Crow Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Body - Ace of Swords

Hongjoong’s ideal partner is likely someone with complete control over themselves. They are likely dressed smartly and pursue a professional look. The person is likely to stay quiet unless they have something important to say, they are not into small talk or chit chat. They are likely to think deeply about things and they may appear cold and unapproachable on the outside. They are likely to walk quickly and with a certain force like a general marching to battle.

Heart - Queen of Wands

Hongjoong’s perfect match is someone bold, fearless and determined at heart. They can appreciate the potential of each journey and they will take every opportunity they face in order to succeed in their life. They are not afraid of challenges, on the contrary they always learn something new about themselves with each struggle and challenge. They are healthy and agile and vibrant as they fly through their lives. They know they deserve the best in life and will use their creativity and quick wit to get it.

Spirit - 3 of Cups

Hongjoong’s ideal partner is a free and joyful spirited person. They celebrate each and every day of their life, no matter how small their achievements were that day. They believe that their happiness is in their hands and will act accordingly. No failure, no opposition can beat them and knock them down as they keep the cheerful mindset and always find something good in every situation. They are likely to spread the good mood among people close to them and Hongjoong might actually fall for their lovely ways of adoring and appreciating his unique aspects nobody else noticed.

Soul - 7 of Pentacles

Deep down in their soul, Hongjoong’s ideal partner knows that only hard work and steel hard determination will bring them success and comfort they seek. They are likely to be practical to the core and always plan ahead with long-term vision. They are likely to enjoy finer things in life but at the same time they won’t ever overspend on unnecessary luxury.

Time - III The Empress

Hongjoong is likely to fall in love with this person’s kind heart, gentle and caring soul and their motherly nature. He’s likely to get startled by how easily his ideal partner takes the place of his faithful lover, trustworthy confidant and joyful companion in his life. The person is likely to give Hongjoong the kind of unconditional, blissful and uplifting kind of love he has never experienced before.

Place - Ace of Pentacles

If Hongjoong and his ideal partner decide to share a home together, it’s likely to be a spacious and comfortable place. It’s going to be a safe harbour, equipped with the best appliances and providing Hongjoong, his significant other and their family all they need. It’s likely to be a large and luxurious house.

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Since it's taking me a little longer than usual to finish the next chapter (I say as if the last 2 weeks have been at all usual as far as my writing pace goes), here's a deleted scene of Giliys trying to talk his way past a Reclamation checkpoint. It goes so well I had to completely scrap it and come up with a totally different plan for how he gets into Rivad.

Cw: references to slavery, torture, systemic corruption, etc.

You’ll never get anywhere near the citadel unless you can pass yourself off as someone who is supposed to be here. Trying to pass yourself off as a soldier would require a uniform–a set of the “glorious” tabards they can somehow afford to equip each of their soldiers with. But you’re a halfling. Nobody would believe that you’re a soldier anyway, even “enlightened” as Westcrown’s liberators may be. A recently freed slave, though, serving the Brave and Good soldiers that had emancipated the city? They would believe that easily–it was a common enough story in the weeks since the Reclamation took Westcrown. And the costume for that role is far simpler–a threadbare shirt, patched pants, no shoes.

There’s only one problem: paladins can sense evil. And cheerful emancipated halflings eager to serve the Reclamation aren’t evil. There are ways of masking your nature, but you don’t have access to any of them.

(Qweck had been real annoying about it, too. “The children of Irori learn to face their imperfections,” she said, having managed to reinforce the stick up her ass enough that she was back on her ‘wise student of perfection’ bullshit. “Masking imperfections creates an obstacle to removing them. We have no use for such spells”)

So you’re just going to have to hope that you either miraculously avoid any paladins, or you’re able to bluff your way through. The thing with bluffing? You’re awful at it. Thay used to say you’re genuinely the worst liar he’s ever met, and coming from a guy who plays with five year olds all day, that’s saying something. You’ve never let that stop you–if a person is desperate enough, they’ll believe anyone who says they have an answer, and if a person is racist enough, they’ll just assume you’re too stupid to lie. You’re just not sure that you’ll find a paladin racist or desperate enough to fall for your bullshit.

“Halt! State your business!” calls out the leader of a patrol. A leader you can tell, from the holy symbol on his shield, is a paladin of Iomedae.

“I’m Gil! I’m a tinker, peddler, cobbler, and whatever else you need, bringing my goods from the city, sir,” you say with a forced cheerful grin. “Can’t be fighting the forces of hell on an empty stomach, or with ‘holey’ shoes–ha! Get it? ‘hole-y?’”

“Papers?” the paladin asks, apparently unamused by the pun (which honestly wins him some respect in your eyes–it’s such a stupid pun). You don’t hide your worry at this.

“Papers? Nobody said anything about papers, sir! I was just sitting in the city with my cart of goods and sweet little Vrakky here, and I was thinking to myself ‘you know who probably needs their pots mended and their shoes cobbled and a sweet pastry? The poor knights that’ve been stationed within spitting distance of the city but have been too busy out here, making those Thrune bastards shake in their boots!’ So I came out here!”

It’s not working. You see the paladin study you, and his hand slips to rest near the hilt of his blade. Shit.

"The goddess grants her faithful the ability to sense the wicked. I can sense the darkness in you, evildoer."

You drop the cheerful act. "Oh, well, good for you. The mighty and wise paladin of Iomedae has determined the ex-whipping boy is a little bitter about his past! Someone spends their childhood being told they exist to be tortured for someone else's satisfaction, and they’re the evil one for wanting to crucify them in the town square?"

The paladin glares at you. "Public humiliation and torture are generally considered–"

"Oh, but the slavers are fine! Sure, you freed the slaves now, but where were you for the last 900 fuckin years? You know we were slaves before Thrune showed up, right? You had 900 fucking years, and you did jackshit. You let those dogs split up families in front of your temples because they paid their tithes when they showed up to worship–but, sure, I'm the evil one for wanting every fucking thing they ever done to us to be done to them. For wanting you assholes to pay back to us every cent they paid you to decide they were the good ones."

"Now, hold on–"

"No, you hold on!" You exclaim, on a roll. "I hate you, I hate your church, and I hate your fuckin self-righteous bitch goddess and you assholes who started a fucking war that kills people over a rusty-ass fucking sword, but you know what? I still gotta eat. So do ya want your shoes mended or not?"

#oc: giliys #for all his faults #giliys is a very genuine person #and is very bad at pretending to be something he's not #pathfinder wotr #pwotr pals #deleted scene #giliys traumadumping on strangers

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seaside-writings · 3 months

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Hiya, all you holly jolly people! It's time once again for me to post another part of my "12 Days of Prompts.*

I will admit this prompt list is a little all over the place considering that it's a lot of quotes from a lot of different Christmas movies, but I still think it works lol.

AS always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄

❄ “Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to,” - Fred Gailey (Miracle on 34th Street)

❄ “This is extremely important. Will you please tell Santa that instead of presents this year, I just want my family back?" - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone)

❄ “It’s Christmas Eve. It’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more,” - Frank Cross (Scrooged)

❄ “You can mess with a lot of things. But you can’t mess with kids on Christmas,” - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone 2: Lost in New York)

❄ “Just because I cannot see it, doesn’t mean I can’t believe it!” - Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

❄ “Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around, he leaves an awful hole, doesn’t he?” - Clarence (It’s a Wonderful Life)

❄ “What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store? What if Christmas perhaps means a little bit more!” - The Narrator (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “You say you hate Washington’s birthday or Thanksgiving, and nobody cares, but you say you hate Christmas, and people treat you like you’re a leper,” - Kate Beringer (Gremlins)

❄ “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!” - Kevin McCallister (Home Alone 2)

❄ “Of course. Santa. The big man. The head honcho. The connection,” - Ralphie (A Christmas Story)

❄ “A toy is never truly happy until it is loved by a child,” - King Moonraiser (Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)

❄ “No one should be alone on Christmas,” - Cindy Lou Who, (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day. It’s a frame of mind,” - Kris Kringle (Miracle on 34th Street)

❄ “A true selfless act always sparks another,” - Klaus (Klaus)

❄ “I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year,” - Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “For when the first snow is also a Christmas snow, well, something wonderful is bound to happen,” - The Narrator (Frosty the Snowman)

❄ “You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems,” - Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

❄ "But sir, Christmas is a time for giving, a time to be with one’s family,” - Bob Cratchit (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “It’s all humbug, I tell you,” - Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)

❄ “I don’t know what to say, but it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery,” - Ellen Griswold (National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation)

❄ “Son of a nutcracker!” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “The thing about trains, it doesn’t matter where they’re going. What matters is deciding to get on,” - Conductor (The Polar Express)

❄ “I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It’s not bad at all really. Maybe it just needs a little love,” - Charlie Brown (A Charlie Brown Christmas)

❄ "This is Christmas! The season of perpetual hope!” - Kate McCallister (Home Alone)

❄ “You’ll shoot your eye out kid!” - Mrs. Parker, Ms. Shields, Mall Santa, & Ralphie (A Christmas Story)

❄ “You have such a pretty face, you should be on a Christmas card,” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings,” - Zuzu Bailey (It’s a Wonderful Life)

❄ “That’s the one good thing about regret: It’s never too late. You can always change tomorrow if you want to,” - Claire Phillips (Scrooged)

❄ “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!” - Buddy (Elf)

❄ “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see,” - Conductor (The Polar Express)

❄ “I suppose it all started with the snow. You see, it was a very special kind of snow. A snow that made the happy happier, and the giddy even giddier. A snow that’d make a homecoming homier, and natural enemies, friends, natural,” - The Narrator (Frosty the Snowman)

❄ “Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!” - The Grinch (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Cheer up, dude! It’s Christmas!” - The Grinch (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

❄ “Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?” - Charlie Brown (A Charlie Brown Christmas)

❄ “Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day. It’s a frame of mind,” - Kris Kringle (Miracle on 34th Street) ❄ “God bless us, everyone!” - Tiny Tim (A Christmas Carol)

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