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squirrel-art · 7 months
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Finished my little compilation of Sav and her mobility aids! ID in alt for each.
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Disclaimer that I'm able-bodied & open to criticism about my portrayal! Also I realized belatedly her rollator is parked in a way that would, in fact, not keep it from rolling the fuck around, my bad.
Further details about my design philosophy/Sav's symptoms under the cut.
I played Savtas through Consular Story Chapter 1 in Full Good Girl Mode, saving all the Jedi and using the shielding ritual whenever prompted. The side effects of the rituals are vague and inconsequential in-game so as to make the job of the writers and programmers easier; characters comment worriedly about the fact that you "look tired" and not much else.
Fortunately, I have none of these restrictions. I don't know how to scientifically quantify "life-essence", but in my canon the energy required to create and maintain the shields comes right out of the body of the shielder, and behaves first and foremost like a faster-than-sustainable burning of calories. In the short-term, Sav became dangerously malnourished and fatigued; in the long-term she developed PoTS and what I've been glibly referring to as "Force fibro" in my brain, because the symptoms she experiences are the similar to that of those who suffer from fibromyalgia in real life: chronic pain, chronic fatigue, disordered sleep, and brain fog.
Some of those physical symptoms are ameliorated via use of a mobility aid, so she's tried out a couple different types.
Rollator
Sav's mobility aid of choice, purchased somewhere at the beginning of Ch 2. Sav is prone to dizziness and fatigue, and has less difficulty walking than she does standing for long periods; the rollator helps keep her balance and gives her somewhere to sit for short spells when she needs to.
The wheels do make this device better for navigating flatter and more even ground, but I imagine she can swap the wheels out for all-terrain varieties. I wonder if you could put blades on them like ice skates, to move around on places like Hoth? Well, the brakes wouldn't work, so probably not.
As mentioned in a previous post on my other sideblog, the design and colors are meant to evoke the pillars of the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant. This model is bespoke, created to Savvy's whimsical specifications. It wasn't even that expensive; you'd be surprised how many discounts people are willing to offer a Jedi!
Chair
A gift from the Jedi Council upon her defeat of Terrak Morrhage and the subsequent quelling of the Force plague. It's a more expensive model, and comes with a sturdy stand to rest it on when it's charging or not in use.
Design inspo drawn from both canon sources and the wonderful hermitmoss' hoverchair headcanons post!
I deliberated for a while as to whether Sav would have been given a wheelchair or a hoverchair. I settled on hoverchair mostly because Sav wanted a certain level of independence in her movement, but nobody was sure how long it would take her to regain enough upper body strength to reliably push herself around in a manual chair.
Sav in this image is at the beginning of her recovery, but she does continually make use of her chair after regaining some of her weight and muscle mass. Her rollator became her device of choice over the chair in part because the chair is kind of bulky and heavy, and can't be easily collapsed for transport. She probably has a lighter, more maneuverable transport chair stored on the ship to utilize in a pinch.
Looking at the design of the chair, I am already dissatisfied with it - the seat isn't raked to keep her from sliding out of it, and the control panel should realistically be attached to an extension and not directly under her hand. We'll fix that in the next pass, I think, but for now this drawing is representative of the overall design and colors.
Cane
She's got a few of these! Most have an offset or contour grip because she finds them the most comfortable, and most have adjustable bases.
Her favorite is probably the non-adjustable wooden one she got from a craftsman on Alderaan, the only one she owns made of fully organic materials.
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bluejay-in-flight · 1 year
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I posted 14,608 times in 2022
That's 7,661 more posts than 2021!
122 posts created (1%)
14,486 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 760 of my posts in 2022
#unreality - 200 posts
#lot live blog - 60 posts
#my posts - 30 posts
#answered - 26 posts
#signal boost - 22 posts
#reblogged and added - 17 posts
#ask games - 16 posts
#goncharov - 14 posts
#writing references - 12 posts
#sk8 the infinity - 12 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#and not because ew gross but because these things make life harder than it already is for me and so just much anxiety for the future 😅😅😅
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Goncharov (1973)
Made some more matching icons for my favorite pairing!!! Katya/Sofia is honestly the best ship in that movie and doesn't get nearly enough attention 🥺😍
Please be respectful tho and Reblog/Like if you use!
19 notes - Posted November 21, 2022
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10 Songs 10 People Tag Game
Tagged by: @residentdormouse
Rules: Shuffle your library and list 10 songs and tag 10 people
(I'm going with my Dryad’s Veil story playlist because I've been listening to it non stop recently haha)
Warpath - Tim Halperin and Hidden Citizens
Fearless - Kat Leon
I'm A Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe
Newton’s First - The Altogether (ahhh I'm not crying 😭)
Forest Fires - Lauren Aquilina
Champion - Tommee Profitt and Nicole Serrano
Breathe - Fleurie and Tommee Profitt
Not OK - Maria Mena (I have a really soft spot for this one)
Sharp Edges - Linkin Park (newly added)
Coffins - Bohnes
(love how the first three were hella intense which is definitely not the general vibe of this playlist haha)
Tagging if you wanna join in if you don't that's fine too 💙 (also if anyone not listed wants to join in the fun please do and tag me 😄)
@bisexualterror, @ipanicatmorethanjustthedisco, @oneirataxia-girl, @theroseunblown, @stridingseer, @privateerstudies, @avarhodes, @qu-ilinn, @emphasis-on-the-oopsie, @al-pomegranate-seeds, @deniedmysign, @vaguelyaperson, @waterloou, @heirsoflilith, @darknightfrombeyond
(also just realized I went way over ten people but oh well 😅🤣)
21 notes - Posted December 2, 2022
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New Writing Sideblog! ✍🏽
So thank you to all of those who encouraged me to make a writing side blog!! It is now completed and I decided to be a little cheeky by calling it @bluejay-in-write 😋 I hope you all enjoy it! I have already shared my first post for one of my avatar the last Airbender ocs and there are many more of my other story posts to come 😄 I love you all and hope you have a wonderful day 💙 Here's a sneak peek of my first oc post!
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Katya's Curse of Indecision
Okay so is anyone else obsessing over the fact that Katya was struggling so hard to pick between Goncharov and Sofia, loving both strongly but in very different ways, and then she lost both of them... (also this isn't talking about whether either of them were healthy for her or not so if you're gonna come on my post to argue about that fuck off)
Sofia and Goncharov were different people who gave her different things and in the end Katya's inability to choose ruined what little time she had with either of them. Can you imagine how cursed she must feel, doomed to fall in love with two different people and then to lose them both before she could even decide which one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with (which would obviously be Sofia if Katya had made up her mind before Sofia died) Like I'm sure it was hard enough torn between two people, two futures, two versions of yourself, but then suddenly she had no one, an unhappy future, and only herself to blame.
Life held it's hands out to Katya, Sofia in one hand and Goncharov in the other, and told her to choose and as Katya reached out Life opened both of it's hands to reveal that they contained nothing.
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Hiii. Ok idk how I wasn’t following the other blog already.
But
autumn - what’s your favorite part of the spooky season?
ghost - do you have any paranormal experiences?
nighttime - favorite halloween movie?
Thank you Grecy 🥰 literally the only reason for that other blog was bc when I made my tumblr about 434342354241 years ago, I didn't realise that you couldn't reply from a sideblog so now my "main" is just a reply blog/shit post blog for all of my dark academia goblin hoarding tendencies 😂 Anyway, thank you for sending these in!!
Autumn - what’s your favorite part of the spooky season? Is everything a good answer?? Lmao no I'll answer properly - decorating for the season is a definite favourite. Also it's rainy season where I live, like it rains the rest of the year too but a LOT in autumn so the rain and the temperature drop and the changing leaves are a big thing for me. It's also the time of year where I can get out my soup machine, I make pies constantly and feel like I can be a human again after summer 😂 I hate summer with my entire being
Nighttime - favorite halloween movie? Oooh I'm not a fan of horror movies, so I usually reach for the old school disney movies - Halloween Town is perfection. I'm also a fan of watching Harry Potter in the autumn, especially the third one because there are so many autumnal vibes.
Ooooh (not so) spooky ghost stories below!! Aka me just rambling about really dumb experiences I've had that can probably be explained easily.
Ghost - do you have any paranormal experiences? Ooh I definitely have a few weird stories from when I was younger, the only one from recent years was very weird but I'll share. In my old house that I lived in England before I moved to mainland Europe, it was a 70s build I think that was one in one of those classic townhouse rows in an industrial city - it was a super shitty neighbourhood but the house was nice. Anyway, apparently our landlord at the time had inherited this house from his mother who had passed away in the house and while we lived there for months on end, I had this super weird thing happening at least once a week, if not more. But in our bedroom, I would wake up in the middle of the night to this weird glow at the side of my bedroom, like white light glow. Now this was weird because: 1. I had blackout curtains and blinds on my window, so no light was getting in 2. It always happened in the middle of the night when the street lights were off 3. The light was white and it was physically in my bedroom, not a light that would come in like a passing car 4. no electronics were charging or glowing over on that side of the room because there were no outlets near there I swear I SWEAR on a few occasions in my sleep haze that I saw a woman in that light but idk. I also have had a history with sleep paralysis and nightmares that merge with real life so you can't tell real from imaginary which I was on and off going through at the time so the chances that my brain did that is pretty big but?? Who knows. Other people in my family have had absolutely fucking bone chilling stories and mine is of a disembodied woman's face floating in a white light at night lmao
Another "encounter" I had which could totally have an explanation was when I visited the tunnels below Edinburgh in Scotland. They were used by thieves and killers as well as the poor in the past. There's a witches coven down there now which is allowed by the association that runs the tourist visits and stuff. But I went down into those tunnels and there's tons of stories of them being haunted. I took a photo in a pitch black room, no windows, no light source, no one using flash and when I looked back at the photo there was this lovely little puff of white spooky smoke in the middle of the room. Oh - just to mention, the witches coven had put a ward on that room because of a demonic power and when I mentioned it later, they were like "yeah, that's the demon x" like BRO EXCUSE ME?? Idk if I believe in ghosts, but it's fun to think they might exist. I have no way of proving either way so I just sit on the fence with that one lmao.
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#1 Fan [Part 1/2]
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Summary: Spencer knows he’s seen his new neighbor somewhere before.
A/N: This was a blurb request from my sideblog that got completely out of hand so here she is as a full fic! (We’re gonna pretend like I know how OnlyFans works)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff & Smut 
Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, masturbation (male & female), voyeurism(?), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!
Word count: 2.9k
Request: “Blurb about basically the same fic as the other one except she just moved in and he recognizes her as the person he subs to on OF. She’s describing her hot neighbor- and yeah” from @thatsonezesty13​
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The first time Spencer sees her in the lobby grabbing her mail he thinks he’s in a dream. Or maybe he’s seeing things. For a second he’s terrified that he’s having a hyper-realistic, yet somehow mundane, wet dream.
He’s been subscribed to her for a while. To be honest once he’d found her account he didn’t have much of a need to subscribe to anyone else. She was almost tailor made for him, it was sort of scary.
So when he saw her that day, and she smiled at him, giving him a small wave as she passed him in the hall, his heart all but stopped.
That night he checked her page. He compared the pictures of the sweet girl in the hall with the ones in front of him. The photos where she was wearing next to nothing, or sometimes nothing at all. The ones where she had her fingers inside of her panties, or her mouth.
He ended up spiraling that evening, partially forgetting why he was even looking in the first place. Until he was watching videos of her, fucking into herself with a toy until she was squirting onto her bedsheets.
The following morning when he woke up he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t her. How could it be? And if it was, would he have to stop looking? Something felt a bit perverted about that.
So he pushed the thoughts from his head. And that lasted all of 10 seconds because there was a knock on his front door. When he opened it up it was her standing there, the girl from the mailboxes, and the girl from the videos. He knew they were one and the same, who was he kidding?
“Hi!” She sticks out her hand to introduce herself, “I think I saw you the other day, I’ve just moved into the building, Y/N.”
He knows her name already, well he knows her first name, and part of him’s a little surprised it’s not fake.
He takes a moment to consider her hand, he wouldn’t usually shake a strangers hand like this but for some reason he didn’t feel like she was a stranger. The real reason her didn’t want to shake her hand was because of all the things he’d pictured her doing with them. Touching herself, touching him.
But he’s hesitated for too long, so he takes her hand, shaking it gently, “Spencer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Nice to— uh, meet you” he has to force his breaths out or they might not come. Looking at her up close, in person, she was too beautiful. And he already thought that about her pictures.
“Well it’s nice to meet you, I always like to know the folks in my building. And especially you if we’re gonna be neighbors”
“Neighbors?” He tries to stop his eyes from popping out of his head but she doesn’t seem to notice. She just nods happily.
“Yup, I’m right on the other side of that wall” she points to her right and giggles, “knock if you need me” she jokes but Spencer’s breathing stops entirely and he can only nod.
“So um, if you wanted to hang out or anything you know where to find me” she smiles at him and starts to head back to her apartment.
He’s not sure what’s come over him, but it feels like adrenaline is coursing through his entire body as he speaks.
“I’m free right now if you’re not busy?” He asks before she can get too far away but she shakes her head.
“I’ve actually gotta head out for a bit but if you’re free tomorrow do you wanna come over and see my place. I’m sure it’s probably the exact same as yours but—”
“Yes!— I mean, um, yeah, that sounds nice, cool” she laughs at him a little, probably at his eagerness, or maybe at the way he’s blushing, he can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.
“See you then Spencer, Dr. Spencer Reid” she giggles and he’s smitten already.
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He’s pretty much counting down the seconds until the following evening. His mind is completely restless, he’s got no idea what to wear or how to act, or what to say.
She was just so pretty, he could barely have a 2 minute conversation with her in the hallway. How was he supposed to hang out with her for an evening.
She slips a note under his door the following afternoon:
I’m on my way out but I should be back around 8! See you then x
He wishes he didn’t stare at the little ‘x’ on the note for quite so long but he couldn’t help it. Even her handwriting was cute.
He doesn’t want to think about why he knows her already but he can’t help it. He decides that he’s not going to look at her page again, taking a cold shower as part of his preparation for that evening before agonizing over what to wear.
He settles on a purple sweater and he already feels like he’s made the wrong call somehow as he’s knocking on her door at 8pm on the dot.
“Well aren’t you punctual” she smiles at him as she pulls open the door. His stomach drops when he realizes that he recognizes the little dress she’s wearing. He’s seen her take it off before. He tries to steady his breathing but it doesn’t work super well so he just waves hello as she ushers him inside.
“I guess you got my note then” she smiles and he smiles back.
“Yeah, your— um— handwriting is really nice” he wants to slap himself in the face. What kind of complement was that?
“Thank you?” she giggles at him, “no ones ever said that before, you’re a bit of an oddball” she points him to the sofa so he sits.
When she comes to sit next to him she’s holding a bottle of wine and two glasses and he has to stop his eyes from bulging out of his head.
“Would you like a glass?” She asks and he nods his head, it probably wasn’t a great idea, but neither was any of this. She hands him a glass of wine and takes the seat next to him on the couch, turning to face him as she tucks her legs up under herself.
“So Spencer Reid, what kind of doctor are you?” she asks as she takes a sip from her own glass.
“I’m—um— I work at the FBI actually, I— I’m a profiler” he’s already conscious that he doesn’t want to bore her by harping on about work, or by rambling like he does right before people usually roll their eyes. But she doesn’t, she leans in.
“That’s so cool, well it sounds like it is anyway? Does that mean you read people or something?” her eyes look like they're after lighting up and she's smiling at him encouraging.
“Y-Yeah? It’s sort of like reading people I guess. We catch killers by getting inside their heads in a way, trying to figure out why they’re doing what they’re doing, and hopefully what they’re gonna do next so that we can stop it. It’s a little more complicated than that, but that’s the gist” he’s smiling now too, the way she’s looking at him makes him feel like he’s actually doing a sort of good job not embarrassing himself.
“So you said my handwriting was nice” she says, gears clearly turning, “Can you read anything about me from that?” she looks like she's challenging him, if he didn’t know better he might call it flirting.
“Well actually graphology—sorry— handwriting analysis has been deemed a pseudoscience by most, the validity of handwriting as evidence in court has always been dubious and many of the techniques used today are the same as those employed in Renaissance England.” he rambles but she’s still engaged when he stops speaking.
“So you’re smart smart, huh?” she smiles at him, and he nods.
“I don’t believe intelligence can be neatly quantified but I do have an IQ of 187” he feels paradoxically stupid saying that, it feels like bragging or something and he already wants to take it back.
“Wow, a doctor with an IQ of 187” she takes a second to mull it over, “What are you doing hanging out with the likes of me?” she jokes, but his eyebrows knit together, he had no idea what she did, other than that thing he knew she did.
“I wouldn't sell yourself short like that, what do you do?” he asks her, at the very least it’ll stop him from spiraling.
“I work in a vintage bookstore, the one two blocks over?” She motions behind her as she tells him, and he knows it well, in fact he spends so much time there that he’s shocked he’d never seen her before.
“You work there? I’m there all the time, how have I never noticed you before?” she chuckles at him.
“I’ve only just started, I just moved in, remember?” and he wants to slap himself again, something about being around such a pretty face slashed that impressive IQ in half.
They spend another while and the rest of the bottle of wine getting to know each other before Spencer has to call it a night. Part of him wished that she was boring, or rude, or hated him, then maybe he’d be able to quell his infatuation. But this just made it worse, now that he knew her, now that he had spoken to her and she was so sweet, so smart, so funny, and still so damn pretty. He was absolutely fucked.
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He swears to himself that the wont look at her page again. Now that he knew her and he liked her more than he even did before, it felt like a real invasion. Part of him still felt bad about it in general, like he should've told her right away, been up front. But the moment for that had already passed so this was his next best plan.
Until he returns home the following Friday. He’s exhausted when he crawls into bed but he’s still somehow restless, the gears still turning in is brain. So he does what he always does when he wants to forget about everything else in the world.
His muscle memory opens it up, and he’s on her page before he even realizes he's done it. And she’s posted a few new videos this week. He wishes he had better willpower, or any willpower at all, but he can’t seem to stop himself from clicking on one.
It begins with her kneeling on her bed, wearing lingerie he’d seen before, it was baby pink and it was one of his favorites. She starts by dipping her fingers into her panties, teasing herself as little moans toppled from her lips. Then she started talking.
“I’m gonna tell you guys about a little dream I had last night, well, I’ve been having it all week really” she continues to tease herself a little, her other hand coming up to grab her breast over her soft pink bra as she speaks. Her voice is smooth and perfect, if he only had the audio he’d still be turned on right now.
“It goes like this. I’m lying in this bed right here, doing something a little like this, when there’s a knock at my front door. When I get up to answer it he’s there, with his shaggy brown hair, and his huge doe eyes, and he’s got these lips that are just so fuckin’ pink. I want them all over me. He comes inside and he grabs me with those huge hands of his and he pulls me right into him before he kisses me.” she moans a little as her fingers brush right up against her clit, but Spencer’s vision has almost gone blurry.
He’s not sure he’s even breathing when she starts talking again. “Then I lead him to my bedroom, and I get him out of those clothes. He dresses like an english teacher and I wish I didn’t find it so fuckin’ hot. Sometimes in the fantasy I take his cock in my mouth, I suck him off until he’s whimpering. Other times I can’t wait, I just need him to fuck me right away.” she takes off her panties then, leaving them to one side, while she grabs a toy from her bedside table.
“I like to fuck myself with this, but all week I’ve just been imagining that it’s him. He’s just so pretty, I know his cock has to be too. I want to know what it feels like when he’s buried inside me, so fuckin’ deep” she continues to fuck herself with the toy, and he’s tuned back in now, he’s achingly hard without even noticing, his hand wrapping around his cock as he pictures the other side of that fantasy.
It doesn’t take long before he's releasing, spilling all over his hand in tandem with the video. She takes a moment to relax, steadying out her breathing before she speaks to the camera again.
“I think I have a crush guys” she gasps out, “I moved, and I think I’ve got a crush on my fuckin’ neighbor already”
Not that he needed any more confirmation, but those words hit him like a fucking train.
It’s already midnight, it’s not so late that he couldn’t go over there, but it sort of is late enough that he shouldn’t. He really can’t bring himself to care though, getting out of bed and cleaning himself up he decides to ride this uncharacteristically confident wave as far as it’ll take him.
He’s knocking on her door before he’s had a chance to second guess himself. When she answers she’s in a little robe, it’s ivory and satin, and he recognizes it too. He doesn’t say anything, neither does she. They just look at each other for a little too long, eyes taking each other in. He wants to lean in and kiss her, just like in her fantasy, but he’s not that guy.
“Hi” he breathes out instead, “I know it’s late, sorry, I shouldn’t be here—but I— I just wanna say” he pauses to take in a labored breath, “I like you a lot and I think you’re really pretty and funny and smart and would you wanna go out sometime? With me? Maybe?” he doesn't realize he’s closed this eyes until he’s got to pry them back open.
“Well that’s not how the fantasy was supposed to go” she giggles, her eyelashes fluttering as she looks up at him and the blush that’s steadily spreading up his face and neck.
“What do you— I don’t— what?” he’s stammering, doing a god awful job of playing dumb.
��In my video, you were just supposed to kiss me. This isn’t as sexy but it is a hell of a lot better”
“I don’t— I’m not—” he can’t get a sentence out, he’s got no idea what’s happening right now.
“It’s alright Dr. 187, I know it’s you” some part of him genuinely wants to throw up. Why did he think that would be an innocuous username. He was the stupidest genius alive.
“I’m sorry, I should've told you. I had no idea how, I just never thought— how could I have known you’d move in next door to me? And that you’d be even prettier in person but you’d be so cool too” he’s got to cut himself off before he really starts apologetically rambling.
“Spencer stop. It’s fine. I make that content for people to enjoy, you’ve got nothing to feel guilty about. I made that video because I wanted you to see it, that was intentional.” she reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, and it’s more comforting than it has any right to be.
“Was that—your fantasy—the uh the video—were you telling the truth?” he can feel his heart absolutely racing in his chest as he waits for the answer. And she breaks out in a huge smile, nodding up at him.
“Every word.” he doesn’t let himself overthink it this time, he just leans right in, pressing his lips to hers. It’s soft and gentle, a sweet kiss rather than a heated one, it’s not just infatuation, there are feelings behind it now. He can feel her lips smiling against his own and his heart’s fit to burst now.
When they break apart she looks giddy with excitement, her hands come down to the little bow that holds her robe closed, toying with the ends of the tie. “I’m actually about to make a video now if you’d like to see behind the scenes?” she asks and his breath gets stuck in his throat.
“Fuck” he rasps, “You’ve got no idea how much I want to do that” he pauses, scolding himself in his head already, “But I think I wanna take you to dinner first, if you still want that?”
She’s grinning at him again, “I still really want that, tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night.”
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The Witcher: Musical – THE REVIEW PART 1
I have to say, I had high expectations but it was better and more amazing than everything I could’ve thought! I really understand why it got awarded the best show, but OH MY GOD. IT WAS LIFTED STRAIGHT FROM THE BOOKS. Almost all the dialogues were word for word. The show was over three hours long, so to fit into that time frame they adapted the short stories faithfully, just chose the ones to fit their storyline (Geralt finding his family – Ciri and Yen) and they shortened some of them (the Shard of Ice was the most shortened down story, just very symbolic) or cut out some characters.
I think we had only fourteen songs (the rest of the show was your usual talking ;)), but they were so fucking AMAZING. I have to say, I wasn’t expecting the musical to be the best adaptation of The Witcher, but it is. It has the soul, the right personalities, the look, the atmosphere, the adventures, the hauntingness, the comedy—ahhhh!
Oh, and you know we currently have protests in Poland because our government made the abortion of sick and defective fetuses illegal? Yeah, so all the actors (at least all the female ones and Geralt) had the symbols of that protest painted on their body! It was such a great gesture
Alright, so chronologically:
1. We’re starting with Jaskier getting out of where the orchestra is usually hidden and telling us that he got his lute from the elves, so it’s enchanted and can play by itself! Very clever :D. Then he starts his song about Geralt, telling us that we’re about to witness his story. Jaskier, mind you, is our narrator and he’s freaking perfect at it, joining all the short stories together and commenting on the events, providing entertainment and breaking the fourth wall with Geralt sometimes :D
2. Our beginning is Something More. Geralt gets bitten by the ghouls while saving Yurga. Why? He gets distracted because the small monsters remind him of small children, and we hear this haunting laugh of a small girl. Remember – it’s when Geralt thinks that Ciri died in the fall of Cintra. So he’s too slow, gets bitten and Yurga saves him. The short stories play as his memories and hallucinations because he can’t stop thinking about Ciri and Yen, about this family he wasn’t able to create for himself.
3. So – Cintra! Calanthe (very rightfully a blonde, not a brunette ;p) was AMAZING! I loved her so much. I can’t even describe you how perfect it was when a royal jokester was killed by her orders while she threatened Geralt with torture. Then we had his bloody head brought back. Jaskier sang about Pavetta and about the banquet – “give us bread, pour us wine” – so awesome, and the song stopped every time Pavetta vocalized in that creepy voice. It was already so powerful and making shivers ran down your spine. When Duny appeared, Calanthe’s leg was bouncing the whole time he sang, she was so tense, her fists clenched – you could see how nervous and angry and frightened for her daughter she was! And then she acted! Ordering Duny to be killed after the clock struck midnight & he removed his helmet and we got to see his cursed face! Geralt intervened of course (after trying to protect Pavetta by lying that only she could accept the Law), and instead of a floating Shrek scene we had Pavetta screaming while everyone was fighting. Every scream of her was stronger and stronger, making people writhe on the floor in pain until Geralt managed to Aard her. The end was awesome, straight from the books, with Calanthe being happy that her daughter found real love once, with screaming about Pavetta losing her virginity to Duny (dialogue was word for word, and delivered so greatly we all were laughing and Jaskier was rolling his eyes). Geralt pointed out that the clock struck too early and that it was a trick. Calanthe – caught red-handed – made mocking noises at him and Geralt made mocking noises right back at her. I thought I would die laughing :D. Then ofc Duny asked Geralt about his reward, Geralt chose (consciously, like in the books, not that idiotic Netflix joke) the Law of Surprise.
4. After that we also had a hallucination of Ciri kicking her legs and asking Geralt if he comes for her in six years because she’s waiting for him. Which was so sad because he thought she was dead. There was a short imaginary of Ciri’s parents dying on the sea.
5. Then we had The Last Wish, because Geralt started to mumble Yennefer’s name in his sleep. And that means Geralt and Jaskier’s adventure with the djinn! Ahaha, that was the absolute comedy gold :D! Our boys were fishing for breakfast and Jaskier was composing a ballad about a mermaid losing her voice and getting a pair of nice legs (a nod to A Little Sacrifice), and Geralt was all like: “*snort* You have such a pretty voice, Jaskier, but your ballads are full of shit, no one will believe them”. Oooh, and THE FIT JASKIER THREW because of that! It was glorious! He started accusing Geralt of not understanding art, all but crying, stomping, and finally yelling to us that he “leaves us with that rude idiot for two more hours!” Geralt’s reaction was to grin and tell us not to worry, that Jaskier will be back. And, true to his words, Jaskier came right back in to yell at Geralt some more xD. He told him that he couldn’t leave Geralt alone because Geralt would burst into tears – and that he very much wanted to smack some sense into Geralt, but he also couldn’t, since Geralt, once again, would burst into tears surely! Geralt was humoring him the whole time before Roach interrupted them to show that a fish was tugging on the first rope. Our boys ran to it, Jaskier trying to help, but doing everything to make it more difficult for Geralt – tugging too hard, crawling on all fours between Geralt’s legs and such, haha. The rope broke, of course. The other one caught as well then, and Geralt was like “BREAK THIS ONE AND I’LL BREAK YOUR NECK” to Jaskier :D. Of course when they got out the amphora with the djinn, they were so fast to say “1, 2, 3, you’re eating shit today” to each other (it rhymed in Polish) – Geralt lost so he would be the one going hungry. He groaned, but then Jaskier was like, “ohoho, it’s a djinn!”. Geralt tried to catch him, warning him to stay safe, but Jaskier had none of that. He was running fast, avoiding Geralt’s hands and laughing at him, “Hey, djinn! change Geralt into a pig!” (Geralt had literal murder in his eyes, hahaha). But then he got down to business, opened the amphora, threw the seal away, and started with Valdo Marx and Virginia. The djinn appeared, got Jaskier and Roach, Geralt panicked, used the “exorcism”, and got Jaskier out, so worried and terrified for his friend. Jaskier was mostly vomiting and couldn’t talk except for “fuuuuuuuuuuck”, wasn’t dying or anything, so Geralt relaxed enough to tease him. “Let’s get you to a mage or a doctor. Oh nooo, you’re not able to sing now? Finally, haha”. Cue Jaskier trying to murder him and then vomiting right onto Geralt— with Geralt yelling “NOT ON MY PANTS!!” all disgusted :D. Roach was left alone, coughing - she died and changed her mane and her tail to new ones (we had like 3-4 Roaches, and tbh, Geralt wasn’t a horse girl, but Roach was a Geralt’s girl, saving his ass so many times :D)
Okay, it’s getting long, and we’re getting to Yennefer now, so it’ll be even longer – see you in part 2 of the “review” ;)
What will be in part 2? Yen topping Geralt (yes, yes xd), Geralt being in a horse-mill and singing about suicide and the Wild Hunt, Yen and Geralt crashing parties through various portals, Yennefer laughing at Geralt’s “exorcism”, Geralt attacking people under Yen’s spell, Jaskier dreaming about girls and Virginia, anddddddd CIRI AND BROKILON :D!
There will also be: #PART 3 ;)!
Who else wants to be tagged ;)? I kinda went through the comments on my earlier post, but not all because it’s about 300 of reblogs :D. Please let me know here who else wants to be tagged :)! @lohrendrell @geraltbaby @writing-snake @damatris @eya-trying-to-function @ unseeliebastard @sharingfandomsilove @  sleepy-thief @masterrsloth @eatbiscuitdrinkflip @fiddlepickdouglas @hobbitinspirit @ thesleepy1 @thedragonwriter42 @damarakap-sideblog @its-onions @geraltsays @star-wars-hell @roach-of-rivia @superlonelypin @abluescarfonwaston @alyxkbrl @astral-preserves @cardamomdaydream @imperiuswrecked @missingrache @thefifthwall @subgeralt @ub-sessed @assbuttfromhell @wolfgeralt @reinvent-and-believe 
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patrickbatemeow · 3 years
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TAG GAME TIME
Tagged by @motherfucker-unlimited and it's gonna be long so I'll put a cut here
1. Why did you choose your URL?
One time when my url was still anime-catgirl I thought how "catgirl" would fit in place of "cock and" in "cock and ball torture" and here we are
2. Any side blogs?
Most are just saved URLs, but I do have a porn blog @catgirlballnurture
Only follow or view of you're over 18 and comfortable with viewing porn
3. How long have you been on tumblr?
Since 2015 I believe? Or 2016? I can't really remember, but I started this blog in middle school
4. Do you have a queue tag?
Imagine using the queue function lmao
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
Cute pictures of catgirls.
6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
I'm autistic, I love Maple and the wonderful @hamptercatapult did this edit for me
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7. Why did you choose your header?
As I said before, I REALLY love Maple, so it felt fitting. Also, it's just really pretty.
8. What's your post with the most notes?
The one about how "XD" is cringe in the English part of the internet yet perfectly valid in the polish part
9. How many mutuals do you have?
A good few, can't tell how many exactly though
10. How many followers do you have?
496 on this one, 847 on my porn sideblog
11. How many people do you follow?
1045. Holy shit. I didn't realize there were so many
12. Have you ever made a shitpost?
I guess
13. How often do you use tumblr a day?
Way too fucking much. This website is a huge chunk of my life
14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?
Can't say I had any fights, maybe a few arguments
15. How do you feel about the "you need to reblog" posts?
Don't like guilt tripping so I don't like them either
16. Do you like tag games?
Yes! Tag me in shit
17. Do you like ask games?
Even more than tag games! Ask me stuff!!
18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr-famous?
memecucker, respectfulofwomen, gunsandfireandshit, motherfucker-unlimited, cisphobiccommunistopinions, and thivvy
19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?
Maybe one. It wouldn't work out though.
Tagging: @hamptercatapult , @moonsinkfairy, @catgirlasshole, @skinfeeler, @serahtomin @anarcho-malarkyist, @jouissancelover, @monstrouscatgirl, @thivvy and @cisphobiccommunistopinions
You don't have to do this, no pressure, etc etc and so on
Thanks for the tag and uh, have a happy rest of your day I guess
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doomed-syko · 3 years
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thank you so much for the tag @carmccannt 🖤💕
1. why did you choose your url?
actually, i don’t really know anymore haha. what i know is that it wasn’t my first url for this blog (the first one was probably tøp related; shame on me) and i do still know what it’s referenced. when i chose this url i was in a pretty heavy bring me the horizon phase (i still am, who am i kidding?) and their song doomed was on repeat for me at that time. the syko comes from oli sykes twitter name, which is @/olobersyko… long explanation i know
2. any sideblogs?
no, not really. i have one url saved but i don’t actually use it, but i’ve thought about maybe making a sideblog
3. how long have you been on tumblr?
tbh? i have no clue. i’ve had this blog for probably two, maybe two and a half years at this point? (the first post i made on here was in february 2019 i’m pretty sure) but i’ve had a blog before this which i deleted at some point (huge fucking regret) so i would say i’ve been on tumblr probably since late 2017/early 2018?? really no clue sorry
4. do you have a queue tag?
probably? i don’t actually use it tho because i always forget lol 😅
5. why did you start this blog in the first place?
to post and read about anything regarding tøp lol, which over the last years turned into me talking about basically anything i’m obsessed with at the moment and posting some of my writing here and there
6. why did you choose your icon?
because i’m very fucking bisexual and very in love with robert keating and anaïs gallagher… i remember when she posted this picture in colour (because it only existed in b&w before) because inhaler twitter lost their goddamn minds lol
7. why did you choose your header?
i quite like a matching layout (i blame twitter) and i didn’t want anything too busy as my header so i opted for the dark burgundy red with my url on it
8. what’s your post with the most notes?
probably just one where i thirsted over sweaty van mccann…
9. how many mutuals do you have?
honestly? idk. i have the tendency to not follow people back for the simple reason that i honestly and truly just forget to do it, oops… so i can’t name and count them all but they probably know who they are and they are very loved by me and all deserve a huge kiss xx
10. how many followers do you have?
253… which first of all: thank you so fucking much, second: why the fuck do you guys follow me 😅 like that’s so many people huh
11. how many people do you follow?
62 ranging from catb related blogs over marvel fic writers to mcr update blogs lol
12. have you ever made a shitpost?
all the time omg. a lot of my tumblr posts are just my last two brain cells fighting to survive while creating dumb memes and making stupid one liners
13. how often do you use tumblr a day?
idk probably between 5 to 10 times a day? it just really depends. there are days i’m rarely on here (for just like a minute before i close the app again and don’t look at it for the rest of the day) and sometimes i can spend hours browsing tumblr… still not as bad as twitter because i just checked and i spend almost 18 hours on there on average this week 💀💀
14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?
no and i hope it stays that way. i’ve only had good interactions on this hell site so far lol
15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?
depend on what it’s about in the end of the day. if it’s something that’s very important to me i’ll probably reblog it
16. do you like tag games?
i love LOVE tag games!! especially if it has anything to do with favourite artist or music in general! tag me as much as you want i’ll probably do them even if i did them before (if i don’t forget to do it haha)
17. do you like ask games?
YES SO MUCH!! i rarely get tagged in them but pls keep em coming!!
18. which one of your mutuals is tumblr famous?
i’ve i had to pick one person it would probably be @pacifymebby because i don’t know if she realizes how well known she is outside of tumblr/wattpad but believe me she’s basically carrying catb wattpad/catb fanfic tumblr on her back!! (i’ve had conversations on fucking twitter about this before actually) she has also super kind and has on many occasions complicated my music taste which makes her automatically fucking cool hehe… besides that, i feel like especially on catb tumblr the core people are pretty well known around :)
19. do you have a crush on a mutual?
no, not really because i don’t know you all enough and the ones i do know are people i consider very good/close friends!!
this took long but it was very fun (that kinda rhymes lol). i’m tagging: @itwontalwaysbelikethiss @fenderenderender and @pacifymebby (don’t be pressured tho, if you don’t wanna do it that’s totally fine xx)
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Thank you @hidden-blades-and-tomahawks, @straight-into-the-animus and @fuckinherondale for tagging me into this!!
I will tag @lunavadash-creates @thatcrazycrowgirl @giuliettaluce @susann-noir @marshmallow--3 @humanfrompast @b3k1720
1: Why did you choose your url? Because it’s a quote from my more favourite song by Nightwish, “Nemo”, the same song that has given me my name.
2: Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them. 
I have two: @grand-master-of-the-british-rite, a sideblog dedicated to my OC Dorothea Starrick, and @dream-the-crow-black-dream my Dark Aesthetic blog where I just take refuge when things gets “too much” for me - be warned, the last one is mostly about vampires, werewolves and my own musing about moments of sadness.
3: How long have you been on tumblr? Since 2017, but with another blog that I have now deactived.
4: Do you have a queue tag? I don’t, and whenever I queued, I just put #queued.
5: Why did you start your blog in the first place? I started it for another Fandom I belonged to (The Arcana My Beloved), before basically veering into the AC fandom, and I have been there ever since.
6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp? Because 1888!Jacob Frye is my life, and I just adore him. I have him plastered EVERYWHERE, on every electronic device (much to my husband's happiness lol).
7: Why did you choose your header? Same reason as to why I choose my icon.
8: What’s your post with the most notes? I have no freaking clue. I guess this one about Arno?
9: How many mutuals do you have? Quite a few, I dare say, and I cherish all of them with all of my heart.
10: How many followers do you have? Does it truly matters? Anyway, to answer that, 3 more than I had yesterday.
11: How many people do you follow? 672 (my dash is extra busy)
12: Have you ever made a shitpost? I have no clue what it is lol
13: How often do you use tumblr each day? It depends on the days. I have days when I am super active, and other days where I could be dead to the world (10 cookie points to anyone that gets that reference);
14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? Nope. I am chill as fuck, And I don’t have the time nor the energy to get into fights with other blogs. That being said, if anyone tries funny business or is a troll to one of my friends, rest assured that I don't stand by. The chillness goes down the drain when the happiness and well being of the people I love is on the line. Trust.
15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I don’t give them much thoughts, because my blog is just a dumpster on fire. It doesn’t mean that I don’t care about it, but since I don’t know if something might trigger who follows me, I just don’t reblog thos kind of posts.
16: Do you like tag games? I do! they can be so much fun!
17: Do you like ask games? Gods, do I! I am just a sloth with my answers (because if I get some asks that require thinking, I truly think them through...or write a ficlet as an answer, as I am currently doing) but I always answer!
18: Do you have a crush on a mutual? No, because they are all my adopted children that I love and cherish with all of my heart!💗
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illfoandillfie · 3 years
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Hey, I didn’t know whether to DM or what but I’ve been following you for some time now and I absolutely love your writing! I’m wanting to know, even though I like posts, submit an ask for blurb events or just submit an ask in general either as my profile or anon, that drawing too lol and I sometimes even share your writing with people I know. Is there any other way I can support you as a creator?❤️
oh my gosh this is such a lovely thing for you to ask and it really means a lot that you care about what i (and others) create that you want to help!! Also thank you for being patient and waiting for a reply - i wanted to wait until i was able to properly sit down and think about this one because theres a lot I could say. As it is this got kinda long and I really hope it makes sense. There’s probably more I could say but this gets at the main bits I think. 
The TL;DR of it is that what you’re already doing is absolutely amazing but the biggest thing that will help creators is sharing their work! 
And the rest of my thoughts are under the cut
So firstly, I just reblogged this post which talks about lurkers and I do agree with it to an extent! It isn’t always easy to comment or interact with someone’s post and like I love everyone who takes the time to click on anything I’ve written, even if they don’t tell me they clicked on it. Sometimes as a creator you can get caught up in how many notes your posts get but it’s important to remember that notes aren’t really That important. They’re a good way of measuring interest but theres probably people interested that you can’t see and that’s okay! So what you’re already doing is really so much more than I could ever ask for!! 
But. I think it is also equally true that fandom content creators are struggling to be seen at the moment, especially regarding fics and especially in a fandom like the queen/borhap one which isn’t as big as it was 2 years ago after the movie was released. We are a relatively small fandom!! Certainly smaller than when I first joined. And the thing is, creators aren’t obligated to make things. They make things because they want to and they love it but it can be incredibly discouraging when it feels like no one cares. I write for you guys as much as I write for myself. If I just wrote for myself I wouldn’t bother editing and positing things, I’d just store them on my computer or maybe turn them into self published novels or something idk. And so I think supporting content creators (of all sorts, but im obviously speaking from a fic writer point of view) is incredibly important to keep this fandom going.
I think the biggest thing creators on tumblr struggle with is being seen. So the best way to help creators is to share their stuff! Likes are great for letting the OP know that you saw their stuff and liked it (or saved it for later), comments and requests and messages and all that are great for letting a creator know that you Enjoy what they make and want to see more of it or that you want to be friends with them and believe me i fucking adore getting asks and replies! It really makes my day when someone tells me they’re excited for something I’m working on or that they had an idea and think i’d do it justice (as long as they’re polite and not demanding about it) or just that they read something I wrote and it made them smile! But if we’re talking about helping content creators then there is one thing that helps above everythign else and that is sharing their work. Reblog it or link friends to it or whatever, just share it.
The tagging system on this website is finicky at best and that makes it difficult to get your fic seen by people who don’t follow you. The last two fics I posted didn’t show up in the tags i use and I cannot for the life of me work out why. I checked for ~inappropriate language~ in the tags and there was none, i didn’t link to outside websites, i did everything the exact same way as normal and it still didn’t work. Which means that I’m relying on the people that follow me and see the fic to pass it on to others. Not to brag but I have roughly 1700 followers (give or take some inactive/spam blogs). If every single one of them reblogged it and got 1 of their followers to see it then it would have reached 3400 people, or twice as many. Obviously that isn’t going to happen and it’s unrealistic to expect that. But by sharing a fic with one person you make a big difference! It means that one extra person saw it and had a chance to respond to it!
Now obviously not everyone feels comfortable reblogging fanfics, especially smutty rpf fanfics, on their main blog and thats totally fine! But if you make friends in the fandom and can say “hey did you see illfoandillfie’s latest fic” and link them then that’s really great! Or start an anonymous sideblog that you use solely for sharing fics you read! That’s how I started this blog! I’d been on tumblr for literally 10 years and I felt like my followers wouldn’t appreciate being inundated with rpf smut (especially when people i was friendly with were kinda anti rpf fics) so I started a sideblog to reblog fics I liked and post a few of my own! 
From your message it sounds like you’re already doing a lot to try and help me as a creator and that is incredible! Don’t feel you have to do anything more than what you’re comfortable with. And I do want to acknowledge that, while this fandom has shrunk a bit, I do feel like it’s more interactive than before! My fics don’t get quite as many notes as they used to but I feel like more people comment on them and give me feedback and that is so unbelievably valuable!! I can’t stress how important every little thing is, anything that can let creators know you see them and see the time and effort they’re putting in.
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un-buttoned · 3 years
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tagged by @kerasines
1. Why did you choose your url?
it’s fandom neutral and goes with my ao3 username. like that’s it I was sick of having usernames that were tied to whatever fandom I happened to be in at the time (and for a while after my Great Tumblr Hiatus I wasn’t really in any fandoms at all) and I wanted something I didn’t need to change all the time.
2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them?
lmao no I dump all my bullshit on my main like the messy bitch I am
3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?
too fucking long. i don’t know. a decade? ish? genuinely have no idea. lets go find out okay so i went to the first post on my blog (and I know there were older ones that i deleted bc the first post is spn-related and i was on here before i got into spn) and it was from december 2012 so. yeah. probably like about ten years. horrible.
4. Do you have a queue tag?
no. i only queue things when I’m deep in the tags of my latest obsession and have already reblogged like 30 posts in a row which doesn’t happen super often
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
because lj was dying. like I was on lj for years before things got really fucked up over there and everyone started moving here and i resisted it for a long time but finally had to admit that the future of fandom was not on lj, so i made a blog over here and the rest is history.
6. Why did you choose your icon?
cause i thought david harbor in a floral blouse and knee high socks was sexy
7. Why did you choose your header?
do i have a header? i don’t think i have a header
8. What’s your post with the most notes?
either something wincest related or maybe that ficlet i wrote right after binging season 3 of stranger things, that one got a lot of notes
9. How many mutuals do you have?
i have no idea but i love every single one of you
10. How many followers do you have?
1240 ish i think
11. How many people do you follow?
300 or so? a lot of them are dead though. this blog is old and i don’t care enough to maintain it
12. Have you ever made a shitpost?
probably
13. How often do you use tumblr each day?
depends on the day? sometimes like two or three times over the course of the day if i’m busy and others i’m refreshing every ten minutes to see if anything interesting has happened since the last time i checked. like opening the fridge repeatedly to see if any new and interesting food has appeared when you know it hasn’t.
14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?
adkfjsl there are no winners in arguments on tumblr dot com but i have once or twice responded to a shitty take when i was feeling particularly spicy
15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?
they’re condescending and i generally go out of my way NOT to reblog them. there’s no more surefire way to guarantee i’m not gonna reblog a post than to say ‘x demographic should reblog this actually’ like shut the fuck up it’s tumblr lmao you’re not changing the world here and talking down to people you’re trying to get info to just makes them not want to listen to you
16. Do you like tag games?
i do! even though sometimes i don’t remember to do them! people tagging me in things brings me joy though please keep doing it
17. Do you like ask games?
yeah! i do! mostly i reblog the writing related ones bc honestly i love talking about my fic and about writing generally so
18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
that’s not real tumblr fame doesn’t exist me and all my problematic mutuals just reblog each others little posts like we’re passing notes around in class
19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?
do i have a crush on a mutual are you kidding me i have crushes on all my mutuals they’re all very cool and smart and have good takes only
20. Tags?
i’m skipping this one as usual
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bastardennis · 3 years
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• tagged by @prince-luffy
1. why did you choose your url? It's really self explanatory innit? 2. any side blogs? Actually yes, I have trouble separating fandoms so when I get ~into stuff a bit too much, I create a sideblog for it. My main blog is actually @metalicar but I haven't even been watching SPN for the last couple of years, I mostly use it to follow all the fan content I like and keep myself up to date for any new shenanigans happening over there. Some of my others are @silverhandpunk for some game stuff (but it's pretty empty there and not at all active), @bambicoldwaughter for The Magicians stuff (that I've basically killed dead after The Event) and some random aesthetique blogs for my personal visual pleasure (@chrysleralmighty, @vanderohe).
3. how long have you been on tumblr? Whooo boy... I think I have like... more than 1400 pages of reblogs and stuff on my main blog, so at least 9 years?
4. do you have a queue tag? Nope, typing an extra q into the tags is so much work.
5. why did you start your blog in the first place? I joined because of the dumpster fire that was Gossip Girl, specifically because of that one ship that never was. I never watched the last season and deleted all traces of it from my main blog.
6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? It's the cutest Mac face I've ever seen ngl, and I love Mac, he's my soul twin yeah I'm kinning Ronald McDonald and what about it?
7. why did you choose your header? *checks what the fuck even is my header* Oh, that! It's just the most homoerotic and subtext-y Macdennis image I've ever seen, and it was made as a promo for this show, isn't that wild? The brains on those people, I swear
8. what’s your post with the most notes? On my main blog? A post of Misha calling Dean pretty gay for keeping his trenchcoat and being def attracted to Cas... in 2012! (also, holy shit, never knew I somehow accumulated 60k notes for someone that hardly posts?)
On here? Apparently it's a video of Dennis being personally offended and/or massively hurt by Mac going back into the closet in "The Gang Goes To Hell Part Two".
9. how many mutuals do you have? No idea mate, my name blindness works against me on the internets. Also, I don't expect an automatic mutual follow so I don't keep up with the statistics. I'm sure there are people who would make great online friends but are bothered by some niche thing that I constantly post so they really don't need to follow me. Same thing in reverse, I love some of the people that follow me but their interests are so weirdly not my thing that I can't follow them even if I love their chats/asks. I just don't like the concept of "mutuals" in general, can't you tell?
10. how many followers do you have? Around 2.8k on main, ca. 400 on here.
11. how many people do you follow? It's 1337 actually, heh 😎
12. have you ever made a shit post? One man's shit post is another man's treasure (translation: I have no idea what constitues a shit post specifically? The notes or the content?)
13. how often do you use tumblr a day? A lot, it's my multiple fandom news feed, even if I only technically post about mostly one thing.
14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog? Nah, never even got a 'kill yourself' anon, and I was in the SPN fandom for years. I guess I'm just that unremarkable.
15. how do you feel about the you need to reblog posts? I don't feel anything specifically, I just.... don't reblog? I'm way past my caring phase, and it's mostly because it does nothing for my mental health. Tumblr is not surprisingly my escapism place, so I use it as such.
16. do you like tag games? Sure, 'cause I've got shit to say, y'know? actually I don't, I just like the sound of my keyboard clicking sometimes
17. do you like ask games? See above! also I love interacting with people? The problem with me interacting with people is.. well I just get into a procrastination loop of scrolling so I hardly initiate anything without being prompted. My ADHD allows only One (1) self-motivated action per day and the motivation for the rest needs to come from outside of my brain.
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? The beauty of tumblr is that I literally have no idea. We could all be tumblr famous *insert communist bugs bunny meme*
19. do you have a crush on a mutual? Like a romantic crush? Probably not, idk. But I do get weirdly fixated on people sometimes, though it's usually An Idea of them through snippets of their online life.
tagging @pizzashakes @macronalds @silvermoonreds pls feel free to ignore the tag if you don't want to do it or already did 💗💜💙
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kattegat-kittycat · 4 years
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Fates Entwined, part VII: This Is Where We Fall Apart
After your former clan was brutally murdered, you agree to an arranged marriage with Ivar to keep your social status. You may not always see eye to eye and sometimes even find yourself on different sides of one war or the other, but somehow you can never escape each other no matter how much you try to forget, deny and run. Somehow you always end up in each other’s faces. Sometimes quite literally.
A/N:  First of all, thank you guys for your support. I started writing this thing thinking it would be just something to entertain myself, posted on this sideblog because I thought, well, maybe somebody else finds some distraction and joy in this, but now my pretty intoverted self is overwhelmed by the feedback I got from some of you. So, thanks! Also, sorry if I forgot to tag someone or something, this is all so new to me and I get overwhelmed and it just...I get kind of fuzzy over it and forget things.
Concerning the story, this is where it gets dark. Well, you probably figured as much, because this is where Ivar canonically gets dark and starts spiralling out of control. I don’t know how the series ends yet, but I have an end for Ivar and the reader in mind. So, I try not to change too much about the series’ plot, but if I need to break from canon in the end, then I will probably do just that. Or not. Depending how it all works out. But I kind of already have parts of the ending written out and yeah, let’s see what gives.
The song I linked to this chapter is one of my favourite songs right now and I listened to it a lot while I wrote the upcoming chapters, because I love how the beginning is rather calm, but sounds freaking menancing, which is just such an Ivar-kinda-mood. Also, I could see how someone might be fed up with Ivar’s one-track-minded and self-destructive hunger to prove himself. So, yeah, sorry for that. :D
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
You bring your issues, I bring the tissues
You bring your bad news, I bring the booze
You’re so self-destructive, I’m not in the mood
I’m saying fuck this, I’ve died enough for you
This is where we fall apart
This is where I’m giving up
Blind Channel – Died Enough For You
When I woke up the next morning, Ivar had already gone. I sat up and looked around the room, smiling as I remembered last night. Then I frowned. There were things I still had to tell him, things that weren’t important last night, but he should know. As I got dressed, I heard someone at the entrance to the house.
“Y/N?” I heard Astrid’s voice coming from the door.
I fixed my dress and stepped out from behind the curtain. “Astrid. What brings you here?” I smiled at her, but she made me feel uncomfortable. Astrid didn’t like me, mostly because she didn’t know if I was loyal to Lagertha. It was interesting to see how protective she was over her, but it was also unsettling.
“Lagertha wants to see you. Right away.” She looked around the parts of the house she could see, as I already walked out into town, then she followed me.
“It must be great to have your husband back, I hope you enjoyed your reunion.” She then said to break the silence.
I smiled. “Yes, it is wonderful to have him back. But it also presents me with a challenge, because he is very unsettled by the whole situation.”
Astrid snorted. “Yeah, you could say that.” We had reached the door to the Great Hall and I entered, whereas Astrid remained outside. When my eyes got used to the half-darkness, I saw Lagertha sitting in front of the throne.
She looked up to me and smiled sadly. “It still feels weird to sit there. I still expect him to come back. It still feels like this is not my place.”
I frowned. “Oh, but the people think it is and that is most important. As long as your people support you, you have nothing to fear.”
“Not even your husband, who swore to kill me yesterday?” Her face turned serious.
It was no surprise that Ivar had threatened her, rather how fast he had done it. “Looks like he didn’t waste any time.” I quipped lightly.
“I told him, what I told you. That I did not wish to kill him. And it is true. I could use a brilliant mind like his.”
I looked at the floor and nodded my head. “So, you probably want me to talk to him. Get him to forget what you did?”
Lagertha gave a laugh. “Oh, I would, but I know now what you were talking about. He has a strength of will that knows no equal. Come here, sit with me.” She patted the ground to her side. I followed her instruction and felt a little like a dog.
“But why…what…?” Why did she call for me if not to get my husband to accept her?
Her hand found my thigh. “Be careful, Y/N. Your husband is not to be trifled with. Be careful how you tell him about our military bond. Take good care of him, maybe you can get him to calm down. But know when you are fighting a losing fight. I will not pit you against him, but I will fight him, if I have to, after all, he threatened my life.” her eyes held an enormous intensity when they met mine.
“Tell me, Lagertha, do you fear my husband?” I asked directly.
Her eyes darted from my face to the door and back, and I almost expected to be reprimanded. Then she gave a little, humorless laugh. “He is so young and so inexperienced, it is almost ridiculous, but he is unpredictable. And nothing is as dangerous as an unpredictable, angry young man. So, yes. Yes, I do fear him. But fear is no weakness; fear keeps you from underestimating people. But, Y/N, do you fear Ivar?”
I looked at the ground then back at her. Did I fear my husband? I shook my head, before I answered her. “No. No, I do not. I know he will not harm me.” He couldn’t. And he knew that he could not without consequences.
Lagertha smiled again. “Then I don’t know if you are brave or foolish. Or in love.”
My cheeks reddened and I looked at my hands. Then I looked up to Lagertha. Gave a slight nod.
She stroked my shoulder. “That is nothing to be ashamed of. Not in the least. It is a luxury many of us do not have.”
Then she stood and took a decisive breath. “Well, time to work on Kattegat’s future. There are some fortifications to be build that won’t build themselves.” And with that, she started to the door. I stayed behind for a short moment and looked at the throne. All of this drama, for a wooden chair. I shook my head and turned around, only to find Ivar linger in the doorway.
He smiled at me, but I could see that it was just a front. His thoughts were racing behind his eyes and one of them was what I was doing here.
“Ivar, good morning!” I smiled at him, my cheeks flushed.
He shook his head and smiled. “And how is that? How is this morning any good?” How was everything he said a challenge? I rolled my eyes.
“I heard you threatened to kill Lagertha, but she decided not to punish that.” I answered and I knew that was the wrong answer, but I needed him to tell me what bothered him. And making him exploed was usually the right way to know exactly where his head was at.
“She did not decide not to punish me, she cowardly rejected my challenge. But what is it to you?” His face was controlled, but his lips twitched into a snarl, as he drew closer to me. I was still sitting in front of the throne when he closed up to me.
“I owe her a debt. She gave me the military support I needed to reclaim Ripa, but I had to swear loyalty to her.”
Ivar gave a short humorless snort and cocked his head to the left. “So whose side are you going to choose when I have to kill her?” He put his finger beneath my chin and foced me to look him in the eyes. I coldly returned his stare.
“Well, how about you just turn your back on this forsaken town and come with me to Ripa? What is there left for you in Kattegat?”
“I need to avenge my mother and my father. I cannot leave this town before I have done both. This is my legacy, this is the path I need to follow. What would there be for me in Ripa?”
I looked at him and felt my eyes soften. “Me, we could rule together, we would have our own estate and you could be at its head. We could… we could be happy.” I hated how small my voice sounded at the end, how much I felt like begging him to come with me.
He dropped his hand and chuckled darkly. “Do you know what some of the last words were, some of the last words my father had for me?” Ivar didn’t wait for me to prompt him: “He told me that the whole world would know and fear me, if I used my anger wisely, that the future of our people rests in my hands. I told him that I did not want to be angry all the time, that maybe I wanted to be happy. Do you know, what he told me?”
I shook my head, worried. Ivar got closer, until I could feel his breath on my face. “He told me that happiness, happiness is nothing.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Well, then good luck with your anger and your revenge.” I got up quickly and walked away, knowing that he was not coming after me and that I had lost this battle. He hadn’t told me what was on his mind, but instead I had played my cards too early. The question was, what was left here in Kattegat for me?
When I stepped out into the open, I looked at the horizon and could see a storm brewing. I thought about turning back and giving Ivar a heads up, but then again, why bother? He did what he wanted, he had proven that much. And right now was not the right moment to feel pity with him. Still, my feet stilled and I turned around. As I reached the doors to the hall, I could see him sitting in front of the throne, knife in his hands. No, this was not the right moment to interrupt him, but I knew now to be more concerned about his actions. This was why Aslaug had chosen me. To save him from himself.
I let my feet guide me and found myself at the jetties, where Margarete helped the fishermen unload their catch of the day. Without much ado, I grabbed one of the baskets filled with fish and helped her carry it to the kitchen. She smiled at me when we had carried all the fish over and sat down.
“Who would have thought that an earl helps a simple slave with her daily tasks?” she grinned.
“You seem to be in a better mood. What happened?” I asked her and tried to look happy.
“Ubbe found me and asked me if he could keep seeing me.” Her smile was radiant and she hugged me suddenly, before she realised that that was not appropriate. Then again, neither was the fact that I helped her, so I just laughed.
“So, he isn’t angry that Lagertha used you?” I asked when I had caught my breath again.
“No, he knows I had no choice in the matter.”
I smiled at her, but I felt hollow. She noticed it right away.
“Something is not right with you, what did Ivar do this time?” she shuddered as she mentioned his name.
“He swore to kill Lagertha and then I asked him to leave Kattegat behind and come with me to Ripa, but he refused.”
A worried look crossed Margarete’s face. “You will never get Ivar out of Kattegat. He dreamt of ruling this place since he was a small boy. And now that he got his taste of battle, I fear he is like a feral dog that has tasted blood for the first time.”
“Oh Margarete, how I wish that I could tell you you are wrong, but I’m afraid that you might be more correct than I want to believe.”
She smiled at me. “But you know things about your husband he does not want to be known. You can still smaller his chances at becoming king. Maybe he will come with you, if he sees that there is nothing left here for him.”
“Be careful, Margarete. Don’t do anything rash. If Ivar decides to harm you, I cannot save you.”
She gave a nod. “I know. But I don’t want you to leave.”
I smiled sadly. “Well, I won’t as long as there is hope for my husband.”
*
I heard Ragnar’s voice as clear in Ivar’s mind as I saw the vision he had. Once again, his father was about to take my husband away from me on a quest that seemed hopeless. What was it with these Lothbroks? Did they not know when to surrender? When would it ever be enough?
Ivar did not come home that night. I didn’t know where he was, but I did not go out and look for him. This was a fight I could not win, I could not challenge the ghost of his dead father that told him to make a name for himself. Deeply frustrated, I didn’t fall asleep until the morning, which was also when I realised that Björn’s forces would probably return from the Mediterranean and with them, some of Ripa’s best warriors. Warriors that still did not know about the change of allegiance in Ripa. I had to go back, if only for a short time, to get my affairs in order. So, come morning, I got on my armour and packed my belongings, saddled my horse and went looking for Lagertha.
I found her on her way to help with the fortifications and she raised her eyebrows in wonder.
“Are you leaving for a battle I know nothing about?” she quipped, in a better mood than I had anticipated after learning the fate of her husband.
“No, that is… I hope not. Ragnar…I am sure the message of his death reached you as well as his sons.”
She gave a nod, smiling sadly. “Yes, but what does that have to do with you wearing your armour?”
“Björn and Hvitserk will probably return from the Mediterranean, to avenge their father. And with them, they will bring some of Ripa’s best warriors, who still know nothing about me being their earl now. And…”
Lagertha gave an appreciative smile. “You are an intelligent leader to think ahead to events like these. Ride to Ripa, prepare the town for their arrival and get them to swear you loyalty before you have to smoke out a rebellion. But ride through Hedeby and take Ragnheiđur with you. She knows how to handle situations like these. She is good in a crisis.” Lagertha smiled.
“And Hedeby? Who will take care of Hedeby?” I asked, confused.
“I will have Torvi and Astrid take care of it while the two of you are away. Once your warriors are settled, you send Ragnheiđur back and once you want to see your husband again, you will return to Kattegat.”
“What?”
“Ivar would never leave Kattegat now. Otherwise I would have asked you to take him and leave for Ripa a while ago. But we will manage. His anger will wear him out, one day. Just make sure you are safe, you are always free to return.” She inclined her head to me and I took a half bow, before she turned away to go upon her work.
*
On my way back to the house to fetch my bags, I finally ran into Ivar. The readied horse and my packed bags had piqued his interest and stoked his anger. When he saw me, he already half raced toward me. I always forgot how quick he was on his hands.
“You are not leaving!” he roared as he approached me.
I sidestepped him then went to grab my bags. He did not expect me to just not react in any way to his anger and sat there on the ground watching me slightly dumbfounded. Then he crawled after me.
“I have business to attend in my earldom. I know, it is of no interest of you, so I will spare you the details.” As the words left my mouth, I realised just how angry I was at his stubbornness. Bags in hand, I made my way to my horse and started tying the bags to the saddle. When Ivar reached the horse, he made to tear down the bag I had just tied to my horses back, but I only swatted at his hand, impatiently.
“Stop that, you are not a child. Use words, maybe that helps.” I didn’t even look at him, but continued my preparations.
“So you are leaving, now, when I need your support more than ever?” he asked in that innocent, manipulative sing-song voice of his.
I was about to lose my patience, so I drew in a long breath, closed my eyes, then looked at him. “I will not support your suicidal quest to sail to England, declare war on Aelle, and avenge your father, if that is what you are talking about.”
He tutted and drew himself up into a standing position, taking the wall of the house as support.
“Declare war on Aelle, no, my love, you are thinking way too small. We are going to raise the greatest army this world has ever seen and declare war on the world.”
“You and which army?” I asked impatiently.
His eyes sparkled with excitement. “We talked it through last night, Ubbe, Sigurd and I. We will raise an army...”
“Do you even hear yourself talk? Ivar, your father just died in a foreign country because no one was willing to follow him there, how are you going to raise an army?” I almost laughed in his face, but I was desperate for him to see how little chance of success this plan of his held. Could he not see that?
He bared his teeth in frustration. “The name Lothbrok still means something to our people. We will gather the greatest army England and the world has ever seen and you will be by my side!”
I frowned at him. “You want me to ride into battle with you?”
“What? No! You will stay in Kattegat while me and my brothers are going to bring war to the world. But you will be here, when I return with the tales of our great battles and successes.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Ivar, I have more pressing things to tend to. If my warriors want to support your cause, I will not keep them from following you, but I will not support you in this mad quest.”
He looked at me angrily then frowned. Suddenly, he looked very young and helpless.
“Are you… are you really leaving?” Only then did it seem to hit him and his face suddenly fell. He had never considered that I might actually leave, he had thought this a game of power.
“As I said, I have pressing matters that need addressing back in Ripa. I have responsibilities, I cannot shirk.” I looked to the ground as I said these words. I knew it was the worst possible moment for me to leave, but once Björn was here, it would be too late.
He took a step toward me, as close as the arm that supported him against the wall would let him. Then he tumbled forward. I caught him and he steadied himself against me. He was so close, but right now there were walls between us neither of us could break.
“Y/N”, he whispered, “Please don’t go. Don’t leave me alone with my thoughts.”
“Ivar, I have to go.” I pressed.
He softly touched my cheek. “Do you think there is happiness waiting for you in Ripa, when your husband is still here?” he asked, once again trying to manipulate me.
I shook my head, fighting tears. “I don’t”, I said through the lump in my throat, as I stared straight into his eyes: “But someone told me that happiness…happiness means nothing.”
His eyes widened at that, as I carefully led him toward the wall so he could support himself again.
“That was not what I meant…” he said quietly, but I already sat on the back of my horse.
“I think that was exactly what you meant. Goodbye, Ivar, may the Gods keep you in their favour while I am away.”
And with that I rode off, Ivar letting himself drop to the ground and trying to crawl after me for a moment. I could hear his frustrated howl, as I turned the corner and rode into the direction of Hedeby.
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poptartmochi · 3 years
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thank you for the tag, @skogenflicka!! ily and hope you’re doing okay! ^^/
1. What do you prefer to be called name-wise?
sarah, but sriracha is also fine!!
2. When is your birthday?
july 6th!
3. Where do you live?
flo rida_good feeling.mp4
4. Three things you are doing right now?
listening to true damage, opening up the file of the Giant Final, and going through my survey results!
5. Four fandoms that have piqued your interest
haha i’ve been in dragon age hell for almost a year now so i haven’t cared about much else ngl... ben and i played through yakuza 0 + kiwami 1 last month and they were really good! once i get more money, we’re gonna go through the rest of the series :) besides that, i’ve been eyeing ducktales + rottmnt for the longest time, and I think I’ll get into them once the semester is over! (G)I-DLE has been creeping into my recommended bc I’ve been listening to a lot of K/DA lately, too haha
6. How has the pandemic been treating you?
things could definitely be a Lot Worse, but things have been really terrible mentally. i think this year has been the worst one i’ve ever lived tbh
7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now?
hmm.... probably Drum Go Dum from K/DA!
8. Recommend a movie
love yourself + watch the first Mortal Kombat movie from the 90′s :’) do not watch the second one, do not pass go and collect $200
9. How old are you?
20!
10. School, university, occupation, other?
uni- i’m just about to finish up my associate’s degree! im hoping we can stomp out coronavirus soon so I can go look for a job, but until things calm down it’s really out of the question rn bc my mom is older + has issues And goes to take care of my grandma every other day..
11. Do you prefer heat or cold?
cold! my skin goes crazy goes stupid when its warm so. :’)
12. Name one fact others may not know about you.
hm....i have a whopping $12 to my name right now ;u;
13. Are you shy?
kind of? online, i definitely think so, bc it’s hard to just come into other people’s curated spaces and start vibing with them without feeling like a Bother. it’s easier to go up to people in real life ^^
14. Preferred pronouns?
she/her!
15. Biggest pet peeves?
ohhhhmyGOD.. i don’t think many people can relate to this but god fuck. one of the worst parts of having eczema, beyond. the Eczema Experience. is when you put lotion on your neck w/o showering or Prepping beforehand and have to deal with the subsequent breakout that will inevitably happen ughhhh. i would give literally anything to not have eczema lmao ; _ ;
16. What is your favourite “-dere” type?
in the year of our lord 2020??? apolutely not luv xoxoxo
17. Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.
i think like.. maybe a 7? i have it a lot better than others but ofc there’s been some really shitty parts and the mental illness definitely hasn’t helped in that regard lol
18. What’s your main blog?
this one!
19. List your side blogs and what they’re used for.
ohhh god.. callout post for one (1) sarah, i have so many ;___; i actually need to delete a few old ones that haven’t been used in Years, so i’ll only list the ones that’ll survive the purge. i also have a jjba sideblog but I’m not comfortable w/ everyone on main knowing what it is so. it shall go unnamed :’) most of my sideblogs are for fandoms i’m in, bc I get all weird about rb’ing content from them to my main blog since nobody followed my main blog for that yk? but then it creates a spooky loop where people from the sideblogs follow my main and are like.....this is Not the same person from the sideblog shghasjgkja
@arainayeet - dragon age
@nisiki-nishiki - yakuza/like a dragon
@leucinefinds - sims cc >w<
@leuciini - old aes blog
@tempest-rhapsody - the Yearning, luvs
20. Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?
i am SO bad about messaging first and taking up people’s time. this has led to the silent death of many friendships ;__;
tagging: @darthyolk @fullmetal-the-last-alchemist @gamer-grandma @mrscitty @lotuscoves @trans-fushiguro (if you want to!! ^^)
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Summary: Spencer finds out his girlfriend’s a virgin. But she wants him to change that.
A/N: This is Part 2 of an anon request. I was shocked by the response to Part 1, and I’m so excited for you guys to read this one! (I also set up an 18+ sideblog @spenciebabie if you wanna check that out)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Mostly smut, and a lil fluff
Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral (female receiving), fingering, masturbation (female), penetrative sex, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed
Word count: 4.1k
Request: “Omg I’ve just found your account, you’re an amazing writer! If you’re taking requests, could you write something with virgin!reader and like season 13/14 Spencer?”
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He’s booked a hotel room. A nice one. A really nice one.
They spent the whole week hoping that they wouldn’t get pulled away on a case. Just counting down the days until the weekend hit and they could finally release all of the pent up tension that had been building in each of them.
Of course she was still nervous, but the good kind of nervous. The kind that made you giddy more than it made you worried. Since she’d opened up to Spencer he’d been nothing but kind and supportive. It sort of made her want to sleep with him even more than ever, but he insisted that they wait, he wanted it to be special.
And now that she had time to prepare, she did all the things she thought you were supposed to do before having sex. She got waxed for the first time, and it hurt. It hurt way more than she was willing to admit. She bought lingerie. She had no idea what Spencer’s taste was when it came to things like that, but she did what Spencer would do and she made an educated guess. She knew that he liked it when she wore dresses, he would always compliment her when she wore pale colors. He said she looked pretty in everything, but especially in white.
So she picked out a set that was white, with lots of intricate little lace details. No one warned her that lingerie was so expensive, but Spencer was paying for a hotel room, so she figured she could spring for some pretty underwear. It wasn’t just for him, when she tried it on in the dressing room she knew she couldn’t leave without it. Something about the lace and the way it hugged her body just made her feel amazing.
Not that Spencer would’ve minded if she’d done none of that. He’d still find her sexy if she turned up in sweatpants and a t-shirt with stains on it. She was perfect to him. Which is why they didn’t want to jump into it right away. Where was the sense of occasion in that?
Instead Spencer had planned out the evening, he’d pick her up from her apartment, and they’d drive to the hotel, drop their bags, then head out for dinner. When they returned to the room that evening, then they’d have sex.
She didn’t have the heart to tell him that it didn’t sound so sexy when he gave her a regimented list of activities like that. But she knew he just wanted her to have the best possible time, and she trusted him. As always.
And she was right to trust him, but Spencer had been losing his mind about that all week. Stressed that he was going to be a let down. She’d never been with anyone else before and what if he was underwhelming? What if it was the worst first time anyone ever had? He knew the statistics, how few women cum their first time, how few cum from penetration alone. And in spite of himself he was determined. Determined to make this the best it could possibly be for her.
She was perfect, and she deserved no less than perfection.
He thought about filling their hotel room with roses, so many that you’d hardly be able to see the room. Or maybe just rose petals, scattered along the bed and the floor. Would candles be too much?
Instead he stopped himself, and he kept it simple. He bought a bouquet of roses before he went to pick her up. When he showed up at her door, flowers in hand she wasn’t quite ready to leave yet. Her hair and make-up were pristine, but she was still in sweatpants and an oversized jumper.
“Are we staying in tonight? I could’ve sworn we had plans?” he jokes, stepping inside and handing her the flowers.
“Haha, very funny. I just need 10 minutes to change.” she swats his arm, “Aren't you a walking cliche, a dozen red roses?” she admires the bouquet, bringing her nose to them to take in the sweet scent.
“Nope” he says with confidence, “Only 10. While red roses signify love and romance, the number of roses given actually carries it’s own significance.” he explains, “And the message that 10 roses sends is, ‘you’re perfect’, which you are”. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he says it. He feels so sappy but from the way she looks up at him he can tell she’s just as sappy.
“You’re too much” she says, and pulls him in for a short kiss, “Will you put these in some water for me while I get dressed?” she asks, and he wants to tell her not to bother, they should ditch the plan and he’ll just scoop her up into his arms right now and take her on her bed. But he just about manages to stop himself.
When she emerges from her room again she’s in the sweetest little dress. It’s white, and the bodice hugs her while the skirt fans out once it hits her waist. She looks like a fucking princess. He loved her, he loved that this was what made her feel confident, and sexy. And he can’t escape the little gasp that falls from his lips. She just giggles at him.
“Close your mouth” she teases.
“No way, come here” he reaches out for her and settles his hands on her waist, pulling her in close and pressing their lips together, slow and deliberate. Taking his time to taste her, making sure she can feel exactly how excited he is to be with her. It takes longer than it should but she has to press her hands on his chest and push him away gently to break the kiss.
“If you keep kissing me like that we’re not gonna make it out of my living room” she says, and it’s supposed to be a joke but they both seem to know it’s only just shy of the truth.
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The hotel’s not far from either of their apartments, but it feels like a completely different planet. It’s expensive looking, and it’s such a stark contrast to all of the motels they have to stay in across the country.
The bed is plush, and high off the ground with crisp white sheets. And even if they weren’t planning on having sex in it, they’d still be excited to sleep in it. As they enter the room Spencer drops their bags while Y/N all but sprints over to the bed, throwing her body onto it with such force that she bounces back up off it just a little.
Spencer laughs at her, and her giddy excitement. There was still a nervous energy present in her, but nothing like before. There was no worry, no uncertainty.
He can’t help but admire her, the way she’s spread out on the bed, her hair fanned out around her like a halo, her dress spread out, blending into the white of the sheets as she giggled, her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he says, walking over to the bed, standing so that he’s looking down on her. She just shakes her head from side to side.
“That’s you” she turns it back on him and he smiles. He leans down over her bracing his hands on either side of her head as he leans down to kiss her. Her own hands move up to cradle his face, holding it gently as their lips move against one another. When they break apart she’s just looking up at him adoring.
“How did I get so lucky?” she asks this time, and his heart just about explodes in his chest. He leans in again, kissing her with a little more force than last time. Climbing onto the bed instead of hovering over it so that he can be closer to her, feel more of her pressed up against him than just her lips.
He moves so that they’re both on the mattress, so that he can wrap an arm around her waist and pull her so tight against him while they kiss. He uses his other hand to roam around her body, down her shoulder, trailing delicately along her arm. Along the curve of her waist, gripping her hip just a little when he passes it. He uses that hand to slowly pull up the skirt of her dress. Not with an intentions, just so that he can have a hand on her bare skin. Resting so gently on her thigh so that he can feel the goosebumps that he leaves behind.
That’s one of the things he loves most about her, just how responsive she is. It never takes very long before she’s gasping and moaning beneath him, even if his hands are gentle. And that’s exactly how they end up. With her writhing beneath him, tiny moans passing from her mouth into his as his fingers dig into the skin of her thighs. Hiking up her dress, further and further until he could see her panties. Just like that evening on his couch.
“Spence?” she moans out as his hands creep further and further inside of her thighs. He pauses for a moment to look down at her, to check in.
“Are you okay?” he rasps, his breathing shaky, and she nods quickly, putting him at ease instantly.
“I just— could we— can we do it now?” she’s looking up at him completely doe-eyed, her hands draped lazily around his neck, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation. And all he wants in the world is to say yes. Fuck it, yes of course, anything she wanted. But he couldn’t.
They’d waited this long, what was another few hours. Besides, they had reservations, he didn’t want to have to rush anything to make it to the restaurant in time. He wanted to give her all of the attention she deserved. So he shook his head.
“Nope” he says, telling himself as much as her, “We’ve got dinner in 30”
She pouts immediately, and he wants to give in right away but he pulls himself back, removing his hands from her thighs, and freeing himself from her soft grip. She pouts even more as he stands up off the bed completely.
“You’re really gonna leave me like this?” she asks, more brazen than usual, sitting up on her elbows a little so that she can see him as he walks across the room.
“I don’t want to start something I can’t finish” he jokes, but she doesn’t look impressed.
“You already did” she counters, his eyes darting to her exposed white panties between her legs, but he shakes his head again.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, you better start getting ready for dinner” he points at her as though he’s trying to be stern, but they both knew he was wrapped around her finger.
She’s got absolutely no intention of using this time to get ready. Instead she reclines back in the bed, resting her head amongst the pillows, and she takes up right where Spencer left off. Pulling her skirt up and tucking her fingers into the waistband of her panties to find herself soaking wet. She trails her fingers between her folds, her lips softly parting to let out a small moan at the overall feeling that was building in her already.
She can’t help but cry out just a little as she sinks one of her fingers inside of herself, burying it as deep as it will go and curving it up to hit that spot she knows so well. By the time she’s added a second finger Spencer’s back in her line of sight. And he looks like he’s almost frozen in place when their eyes lock.
“Y/N” he just gasps, so small, she’s mentioned that she was the only other person who'd touched her like that, but for some reason he’d never thought to picture it. And thank god he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have held a candle to this.
“You started it,’’ she whines, “so I’m finishing it” her chest it heaving as she takes in long, labored breaths, her back arching up off the bed as her fingers continue to move inside of her panties. When it looks like she might just be about to cum her intervenes, sitting next to her on the bed and grabbing her wrist softly.
“Let me” he breathes, and she lets him pull her hand out of her panties. Instead of leaving it down by her side he brings it up towards him. Taking the two fingers that had just been inside of her and sucking them into his mouth. His soft lips sealing around them. She didn’t even know what to say.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long” he says once he lets the digits out of his mouth, and she's not only speechless, but she’s breathless now too.
With that he repositions himself on the bed so that he’s lying in-between her legs. He pulls at the sides of her panties and slides them down her legs so that she’s exposed to him. Now that he’d gotten a taste of her he was desperate for more.
Reaching further up under the skirt of her dress so that he could rest his hands on her hips, he uses the leverage to pull her a little closer. So that his face is right up against her centre. He places lingering delicate kisses all along the inside of her right thigh, and then her left. Agonizingly slow, teasing his way closer and closer to where she wanted him.
Once he’s run out of spots to kiss he’s finally at her core, and he introduces his tongue in one tentative lick right through her folds, tasting her even better now. Thankfully he’s got her hips pinned down with his hands or else they’d have sprung up off the bed.
“Fuck” she moans already, and that’s a good sign.
“Do you like that?” he asks, not playful or teasing, just genuine.
“So, so much” she affirms, and he dives right back in.
His tongue swiping between her folds, just grazing her clit every once in a while so that he could feel the way she squirmed beneath him. When he wraps his lips around her clit and begins to suck, with just the lightest pressure, she’s moaning so loud they’re probably going to get a noise complaint.
“Oh god, oh god” she starts to whine, “I think I’m close” she manages to force out. So he takes that as his queue to release his grip on one of her hips so that he can slowly push one of his long fingers deep inside of her. The stimulation from it, coupled with his lips in between her legs is enough to kill her she thinks.
Before she can think about it she’s cumming around him, on him, her hands fisting the sheets for any kind of purchase. Unable to control the moans the ripped through her.
When Spencer reappears from beneath her skirt a moment later his lips and chin are glistening, and there’s a dopey smile on his face, so she can do nothing else but pull him down on top of her for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She wonders for a second if this turned Spencer on as much as it turned her on.
“Spencer” she breathes once they’ve broken apart, “that was amazing.”
“Yeah?” he looks at her, and delighted is the only word to describe his expression.
“Yeah” she tells him and he doesn’t miss a beat before he's on her again, diving in and placing feverish kisses all along her neck, down her collar bone, right to the cleavage that’s just exposed at the neckline of her dress. He starts to pull down the straps on her shoulders, doing anything he can to get it off her without having to move from his position, so perfectly situated on top of her.
“Spencer” she giggles, pulling his face up out of her chest, “What ever happened to dinner?
“We’re already 9 minutes late” he just laughs, “fuck dinner” and he dives back in. And she can’t fight him on that one. He’s sick of working around the fabric of her dress so he sits up the the bed and pulls her up with him.
“We’ve gotta get this off” he says, frantically searching for the zipper, and she wants to laugh at his eagerness, and she would, if she weren’t just as excited to be undressed. She has to help him find the zipper at her side so that he can slide it down. The dress goes slack around her just enough that he can pull it off over her head.
And now she’s just lying down in front of him in nothing but a bra and he thinks he might pass out. It’s a pretty one, white, and lacy, with a little satin bow in-between the cups. It’s so gorgeous against her skin that he almost wishes he hadn’t taken her panties off earlier. So that he could properly admire the whole set.
“I like this” he bites his lip, “I like it a lot” she doesn’t have to ask ‘what’ he’s looking so unashamedly at her breasts that she can’t mistake it.
“I bought it for you” she gazes up at him. And it makes this heart melt, she’d bought it for him, for him to see, to touch, to admire, to remove. “Can we take off your clothes now?” she asks then, and he feels stupid that they’re still on. He was so caught up in looking at her he’d almost forgotten he was even there. So he moves quickly, hopping up for a moment to rid himself of his clothes.
Once he’s in front of her in nothing but his boxers she starts to feel nervous again. She’s seen his cock before, she’s held it, tasted it, but this time was different. This time it was going to be inside of her. What if he didn’t like it, what if she was bad at all of this and he hated it.
He takes them off so that she can see just how hard he is, flushed and leaking, so excited to be with her. And it should feel reassuring, but it just feels like pressure. Pressure to be good.
Once he’s hovering over her again, his mouth working against hers as his hands work to unclasp her bra he can feel the hesitation in her kiss, in her touch. So he stops, and he pulls back.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he says, his voice laced with equal parts love and concern.
She thinks for a moment before she speaks, “I just don’t want it to be bad for you” she whispers, like she’s embarrassed. And he can do nothing to contain the shock that spreads across his features.
“It could never be!” he rushes out, “This could be the worst sex of all time, and it would still be the best sex of my life, because it’s with you”
She softens immediately, he always knew exactly what to say to put her at ease. To comfort her so completely. So she pulls him back down to connect their lips once again. This time with the passion that she usually did, no apprehension, no worry.
And they stay like that for a few more minutes, him on top of her, their mouths moving against one another. With her bra on the floor his hands caressed and squeezed her bare breasts, fingers gently teasing her nipples in a way that made her gasp.
He has to climb off of her to get a condom from his bag, and for the brief moment that his warmth is gone she misses it more than she ever thought possible. When he returns to the bed, foil wrapper in hand she’s excited. This was it.
“Can I—” she starts, “can I put it on?” she asks sheepishly. And honestly he’s confused, but he hands her the wrapper anyway. She rips open the foil and pulls out the condom. Holding it in one hand as she grips his cock with the other, pumping it gently, softly gliding up and down the length a few times. She leans down into his lap for just a moment and licks up the underside of it, leaving an ever so slight kiss at the tip where it was leaking. Then she starts to slide the condom down his length, all the way down, so, so, slowly until it was at the base. No one had ever put a condom on him but himself, and he had no idea it could’ve been that hot the whole time.
He pulls her in for an appreciative kiss, pushing her back down on the bed so that he was on top of her once again.
“Can you, um— can you be on top?” she asks, biting her lip and looking up at him.
“Of course, whatever you want.” he whispers, “You’ve got to tell me if you don’t like something, or if you’re in pain, or not comfortable, or if you just want me to stop for any reason. Okay?” he asks, so sincere, and so full of love. And she’s so unbelievably happy that she waited for Spencer.
“It’s usually more comfortable and enjoyable if the woman has already cum once during the session, so you should be relaxed, but I’ll go slow.” she nods up at him.
“I’m ready” she sucks in a deep breath and pulls him in by his neck to kiss him, her lips open on his right away as she delves her tongue into his mouth. The taste of her arousal still lingering on his tongue. He pushes in while their mouths are still connected and he can feel her short gasp against his lips. She lets out a small wince at the sensation and it breaks his heart just a little.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”
“No, no! It just takes a little getting used to, you can keep going” she reassures him. And it does hurt a little, but it’s more like pressure. A pressure she hadn’t felt before. He pushes further in, and further in, and further in, until he’s completely inside of her, as deep as he can go. He moves so slowly so that she can take her time getting used to the feeling.
And if he was honest with himself he needed time to adjust too. She was so tight and warm around him, and whenever he’s still he can feel her clench around his length. He’d forgotten just how good this felt. Or maybe it had never felt quite this good before.
He keeps still inside of her, leaning down to litter her neck with kisses. Giving her time, she seemed to be enjoying it a little more now, biting her lip as she looks up at him.
“That feels so good Spencer” she moans out, her fingernails digging into his back as he raises up to look at her, “Does it feel good for you?” she says, and he almost can’t believe she’d even have to ask.
“It feels perfect. You feel perfect, so tight and wet” he lowers down so he can moan it right into her ear and that does something to her.
“I think you can start moving now?” she says
“Are you sure?” he asks and she nods, enthusiastic. And so he starts to move, slow and deliberate, long deep thrusts in and out of her. It doesn’t take long before she really seems to like it, adjusting to the feeling faster than she thought she would. Her legs come up to wrap around him, heels digging into his back to pull him close.
And they’re both moaning in tandem this time, moving together, breathing in sync, becoming one whole in every sense of the word. When she started to squirm beneath him, her hands gripping at his shoulders, his neck, wherever she could, he almost couldn't believe it. She was close.
So he put one hand on the headboard to steady himself and slipped the other down, skimming it along her torso before settling it right in-between her thighs. Circling her clit with his finger, faster and faster to match the speed of his thrusts as he tried to continue pumping in and out of her.
“Spencer, I think I’m—” she moans out, breathless and perfect, “Ah fuck! Right there!”
“That’s it baby” he hums, comforting and reassuring, his hands and his cock continuing their movements, working her closer and closer, “Cum for me.”
A second later she’s writhing beneath him, her back arching up off the bed, her nails digging so hard into his back that it hurt. “Fuck! Spencer!” she cries out as he works her through her high. It only takes another moment or two before he’s there himself, releasing inside of her, and the feeling is indescribable.
He pulls out of her slowly, taking care not to hurt her, when he’s sure she looks comfortable he allows himself to finally lay down on top of her. Collapsing softly, and resting his head on her bare chest.
On instinct she moves her hands to his hair, it’s just a little sweaty but she combs her fingers through it anyway. He was so beautiful.
“That was—” she wants to tell him, but she’s got no words, none that would do it any justice.
“Just the beginning.” he finishes for her.
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phanomeheart · 5 years
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do u have any recs for good omens blogs or fics?
Anon, I have SO MANY good omens fic recs!
I’m gonna put them under the cut, but this inspired me to finally make a spreadsheet of recs that will autofill from my master spreadsheet of GO fic with fics I’ve finished and recommend.
On to some specific recs, if you’re not wanting over 150 fics to wade through:
First and foremost, I have to rec the first good omens fic I ever read, Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) by @drawlight. This fic made me go from adamantly insisting I wasn’t going to get into good omens fic yet cuz I still had to finish my thesis to now having read 245 fics in less than 2 months (send help). I’m going to go ahead and rec all of their fics and can so far personally attest to the brilliance and soul crushing beauty of: Quiet Light, Ad Astra, Alegría, and I Will Get Up Now And Go About The City. I consistently need a minumum of 24 hours to recover after reading something of theirs.
The rest, in no particular order:
small infinities and all that (M, 13.2k) by @billypotts: And there it is, isn’t it? Something they’ve known for a long time, but haven’t named it. Have been too scared to name it. Something that speaks in their bones, in the space between them. Crowley and Aziraphale are turned human. This is the aftermath.
lit in the darkness (M, 40.5k) by ToEdenandBackAgain: Aziraphale returns to Crowley's flat for the night after Armageddon. After all, it's hardly the first time they've shared sleeping arrangements. Or: Times throughout history Crowley and Aziraphale have shared a bed.
Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak (M 17.1k) by triedunture: "Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.
all i need, darling, is a life in your shape (G, 14.2k) by @mortuarybees: After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives. 
Something to do with these sacred words (T, 11.k) by Solshine: Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.
Anywhere You Want to Go (E, 9.9k) by Aria: Aziraphale knew Crowley liked him. He'd known it with a horrible clarity since around 1100, which was at least a thousand years after the first time he'd thought of kissing Crowley, and some eight hundred and odd before it occurred to him that the specific quality of Crowley's regard could be very dangerous for both of them, if they actually admitted their feelings aloud. It was also two weeks since any of that had mattered at all anymore.
Slow (T, 9.4k) by @theirdarkreturning: It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart. Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.
At Least Eleven Second First Times (M, 8.8k) by enjambament: Aziraphale deals with the consequences of having a brand new body after he'd broken the last one in for 6,000 years. Crowley helps. Taking a drunk-on-life Aziraphale on an impromptu road trip through French wine country to the North of Spain for a beach holiday is definitely helping, right?
An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually (G, 7.5k) by @theladyzephyr: “Why does it bother you?” Crowley asked. “Even if you can’t get to them in time to wipe their memories, it’s not like anyone’d believe them. Kid goes running to her mum saying Ooh, I’ve just seen a bloke with three heads and a sixteen-foot wingspan, what do you think’s going to happen? Chances are they’ll just pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a vivid imagination she’s got.”“That’s not what worries me,” said Aziraphale.
it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) (T, 5.8k) by Handful_of_Silence: It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale.Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is. Or: The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho.
every angel is terrifying (T, 4.8k) by punkfaery: “Why does it bother you?” Crowley asked. “Even if you can’t get to them in time to wipe their memories, it’s not like anyone’d believe them. Kid goes running to her mum saying Ooh, I’ve just seen a bloke with three heads and a sixteen-foot wingspan, what do you think’s going to happen? Chances are they’ll just pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a vivid imagination she’s got.” “That’s not what worries me,” said Aziraphale.
a city wall and a trampoline (T, 4.7k) by kafkian: In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because 'oh, look, isn't it lovely, Crowley!' 5 times Crowley knows he’s in love with Aziraphale + 1 time he knows the reverse.
Morning Has Broken (T, 3.9k) by @dwarven-beard-spores: The year is 1972 and the last surviving member of Aziraphale’s gentleman’s club has passed away. (Warning for this one: heavy discussions of death and mourning. These are things I normally avoid for personal reasons, but this fic was gorgeous and just the right kind of painful on this topic for me.)
Love Hath Made Thee a Tame Snake (E, 3.5k) by @thehoyden: He was the bloody Serpent of Eden, and he wasn’t going to stand for this kind of flagrant trespassing.
An Invitation You Can't Decline (E, 2k) by @thehoyden: “I have standards,” Aziraphale huffed.“Don’t I know it,” Crowley sighed. And then, like he’d done it a hundred times before, he covered Aziraphale’s hand with his.
You, Soft and Only (E, 9.4k) by @thehoyden: He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel.“Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.
the deft, sweet gesture of your hand (E, 12.1k) by @mortuarybees: Crowley arrives injured at Aziraphale's door. He takes care of him, reads him an awful lot of Mary Oliver, and knits elaborate metaphors for his insecurities (literally).
the technology is neutral (E, 6.9k) by @deputychairman: “Stand up?” he echoed, incredulous but too undone by sensation to express the full force of his disbelief. “I can barely even remember my own name after that, and you want me to stand up?”“Your name is Anthony J Crowley, apparently, although you never did tell me what the J stood for so I can’t help you there,” he said, not hiding his smile. “Do stand up, I promise you’ll like it.”
Sudden and Surprising Moments of Overwhelming Affection (G, 2.7K) by @forineffablereasons: Aziraphale has not shut up in thirty-four minutes. Crowley’s been counting.
get religion quick (cause you're looking divine) (G, 4.3k) by @brinnanza: So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.
Wings and How to Hide Them (M, 10.1k) by triedunture: Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?
i know i've kissed you before (but i didn't do it right) (G, 4.8k) by @gallantrejoinder: They'd given it a go once. Ages ago. And they'd both agreed it wasn't for them.
I’ll cut myself off there, but the Good Omens fandom is distressingly full of amazing fic, and there are so many more I love too (see the spreadsheet)! All of the above fics have personally ruined me and I cannot rec them highly enough. Don’t forget to leave a comment if you feel up to it! 
In terms of blogs, I don’t know that I’m a great source for that, but some blogs I follow: @rafaelafranzen, @forineffablereasons, @drawlight, @thehoyden. I’m realizing that’s really it on the primarily GO focused blogs. I also have a GO sideblog, @sansevieriatri, but I don’t know if I’d rec it, as it’s mostly me reblogging art and fic I love and screaming about it in the tags (so basically like this blog).
Thanks for the ask! I enjoyed this more than I think probably anyone else will, lol. (Also, my constant disclaimer, if I’ve made any mistakes let me know.)
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wwx-lwj-ai-ni · 3 years
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Time to make a specific fandom sideblog to contain some of my obsession with this show. After seeing gif sets/etc reblogged by mutuals for a long time, I finally gave in and checked out The Untamed over xmas and I fell deep lol
What finally got me to check it out over a year late?
- I loved seeing bts gifs of the cast dancing and looking at their smartphones while dressed in their beautiful costumes
- that video where XZ, WYB, and the director are discussing how Lan Wangji feels for Wei Wuxian. Seeing the real people making the show actually discussing the characters being in love (despite the censorship) sold me that it wasn't some queerbaiting thing, and that everyone involved really set out to tell this love story as authentically as possible.
Things I checked before watching:
- that A-Yuan lives
- that there is a happy ending/Wangxian get married in the book
Things I should have also checked out before watching:
- getting a grasp on the multiple names/titles each character has
- that the first few episodes were going to be SUPER confusing but it would all come together eventually
- some of the special effects aren't that great (but I honestly don't care. Let the random monsters that show up in a few eps look weird, I care way more about the plot and the gorgeous sets/costumes) but the important ones like the smoke effects and Zidian are great
- that there was 30-episode flashback from ep 2-33 to show what led to Wei Wuxian dying 16 yrs earlier.
- people fly on swords sometimes and musical instruments are also weapons
Other thoughts:
- this show is romantic as fuck. All the longing looks. I'm dead.
- I'm emotional about so many of the characters. Especially Jiang Cheng. Honestly, those brothers...
- i didn't fully appreciate the show the first time around because I'd miss subtle facial expressions/etc while reading subtitles or get a little lost in remembering who supporting characters were. Watching it the second time, I cried a lot.
- I know a lot of people like him, but I don't give a fuck about Xue Yang. He's a monster and I don't find him sympathetic at all. The rest of the Yi City crew deserved so much better and their storyline breaks my heart.
- I didn't recognize WZC the first time I saw him in a cast interview because he's such a ray of sunshine irl in contrast to his angsty character.
I'm currently working on my first fmv in like 15 years. I used to make them all the time as a teenager. Some things are quickly coming back to me, other things like how to find videos/songs/etc in the age of streaming have been a bigger curve. Like... I used to use Kazaa to find everything 😂 and youtube didn't even exist back then lol.
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