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solar-wing · 2 months

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⚣ Disobey 😠

⚣😠 Summary → Conner has had enough of Y/N disobeying him.

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"a-ah, fuck ... ! Please let me cum!"

Conner pressed the young mage harder against the wall, laying another hard smack on his bottom while thrusting in and out of his quivering hole. He also held a tight grip on the boy's throbbing and red cock, squeezing at the base whenever he could tell the boy was about to cum.

The Kryptonian grunted in his ear while increasing the intensity of his thrusts, "Don't tell me what to do. I'm not ready for you to cum yet, got it? You're going to learn how to follow orders," He delivered an extra hard push with that sentence while squeezing down again on the poor boy's whimpering dick, pulling a needy whine from him.

Earlier that day, Batman briefed the team on a mission where they were to recover a powerful magical relic from some ancient ruins before a group of cultists found it and delivered it to their leader. When they arrived, the group split off into pairs to find the relic faster, Superboy ordered Y/N to come with him, even though some felt it'd be better if he and Zatanna went together.

Superboy instructed the young mage to stay close to him at all times and not wander off, sensing the place would have various booby traps. As they were looking through the ruins, Y/N got curious and wandered off to look at some interesting-looking markings on the walls, accidentally activating the magical defenses.

Thankfully, the spell to nullify it was simple enough. But it didn't make the Kryptonian any less angry with him.

Then, when they eventually ran into the cultists who had found the relic, Superboy instructed Y/N to run and grab help while he held them off. Of course, that wasn't the smartest idea since he was more vulnerable to magic attacks than the mage.

Y/N didn't listen though and had engaged the cultists himself, Superboy's anger doubling at the mage's disobedience. They were able to hold them off long enough for the rest of the team to show up and fight together.

Y/N managed to steal the relic back from the cult and the team successfully defeated them with only a few of the cultists getting away. Everyone congratulated the young mage for his quick thinking, but Superboy was still furious with him.

When they returned to the Cave, Conner roughly pulled the boy aside to his room before slamming and locking the door, proceeding to scold the young mage. The Kryptonian yelled at him for not listening to him and putting himself in danger, calling the boy reckless and irresponsible.

Y/N didn't take well to that and argued back, defending himself, turning it into a full-blown argument until the two were in each other's faces.

"You need to learn some fucking respect. You may be strong, but you're still new. I've been a part of this team from the start and have more experience than you, so you need to learn to listen to me." Conner growled, getting in the boy's face.

"I'm not a child! I can take care of myself, thank you very much. And last I checked, you aren't the leader of this team, Kaldur is, so back off. I don't have to listen to you and I don't need you to protect me." Y/N growled back, before shoving his way past the Kryptonian towards the door.

He didn't make it far though before Conner grabbed his arm and yanked him back, pinning him to the bed, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm leaving, I don't need to deal with this right now," Y/N said, struggling against the Kryptonian's hold.

Conner growled in his ear, "You're not going anywhere. I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh, fuck you, Superboy." Y/N snapped, glaring daggers at the Kryptonian.

Conner glared back before suddenly crushing his lips against Y/N's, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Y/N struggled and fought against the Kryptonian's hold, but couldn't break free from his grip. Conner pulled away and smirked at the mage, "You're going to learn how to listen to me, whether you like it or not."

That's how Y/N found himself currently pinned against the wall, his ass in the air with the Kryptonian's cock thrusting into him.

Conner continued to slam his hips forward, making sure to graze over the young hero's prostate every time. The squelching of his wet cock, the loud slapping of their skin, and the grunting from both of them filled the room.

The young hero could only take the pounding, his legs were starting to feel like jelly and he was sure he would've fallen by now if the Kryptonian wasn't holding him up.

"please ... I’ll beg for it, do whatever you want for it ... please ... " Y/N cried out, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Conner smirked and leaned forward, "I'm not ready for you to cum just yet."

"Please! I've learned my lesson, I promise! I'll do anything, please just let me cum!" Y/N begged, his voice cracking.

"Anything, huh? I don't believe you" Conner said, his hips not faltering in their thrusts.

"Please, I promise! I'll do whatever you ask, I'll listen to your every command, I'll never go against your word, just please let me cum!" Y/N sobbed, his cock was so hard and red, he needed release.

"Fine, but you're going to cum untouched, and you're going to take all of my cum inside you, got it?" Conner growled in the boy's ear, releasing the boy's cock and placing both hands under his ass, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

"I'm going to fill you up so much, you'll be leaking my cum for days. And if you ever disobey me again, I'll punish you even harder, understand?" Conner said, his tone stern and threatening., pressing their fronts together while burying his face into the smaller male's neck, his teeth scraping his skin.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I promise to be good from now on!" Y/N moaned, feeling the Kryptonian's thrusts become more powerful and the heat inside him build.

"Fuck, you're such a good boy for me, aren't you? My perfect little boy," Conner praised, licking a stripe up the boy's neck, "I'm so close, I'm going to fill you up so much, gonna fill you to the brim..."

"Please, please, please..." Y/N pleaded, his breath ragged and short as his cock dripped pre-cum, he was so close.

Conner suddenly grabbed his cock, squeezing it again, pushing down the boy's release.

"AH a-ah, fuck ...no, please !" The boy cried out from the overstimulating pain, punching his fists against the Kryptonian's sweaty back.

Conner chuckled darkly, his hand moving to stroke the boy's throbbing cock, speeding up his thrusts, hitting his prostate dead-on every time.

"Cum for me, baby."

The young hero screamed out, his body spasming as his release finally hit him, his cock spurting thick white ropes of cum all over the Kryptonian's hand and abs. Conner grunted as he continued his relentless thrusting, his balls tightening as his release came crashing down.

With one final thrust, the Kryptonian buried his cock deep inside the boy, shooting thick loads of hot cum inside him.

The two boys panted heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat as they tried to catch their breaths. Conner leaned up, using one hand to tilt the boy's head up before placing a final rough kiss against his lips.

"Hopefully this teaches you a lesson. Don't ever disobey me again." Conner said, pulling his cock out, his cum leaking out of the boy's hole and down his thighs.

Y/N whimpered from the emptiness, slowly letting his legs down to the ground before they were roughly pulled back up.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done here, not by a long shot. You're staying here and we're going to have some more fun," Conner growled in the boy's ear, pulling his cum-covered hand up to his lips, "Now clean my hand, you made quite a mess."

Y/N obeyed, his tongue running across the Kryptonian's hand, licking off all the cum.

"Good boy. Now, on your knees."

The young hero knew he was in for a long night.

☀️ | Conner Kent/Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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hotvintagepoll · 2 months

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Propaganda

Merle Oberon (Wuthering Heights, The Scarlet Pimpernel)—She was mixed race (born in India and her mother was Sri Lankan) and still managed to make it in the British and American film industries (by passing) despite a rough start in life and industry racism. She was the first Asian person to be nominated for any Academy Award (best actress in 1935)! She also survived a car accident in 1937 and kept on acting until 1973, despite potentially career-ending facial scars. Also, she met her third husband while they were filming a movie together in 1973 (her last movie and she still looks great!). They fell in love and got married in 1975 when she was 62 and he was 36. She died 4 years later in 1979. Iconic.

Una Merkel (42nd Street, The Bat Whispers, Destry Rides Again)— una was “known for her Kewpie-doll looks, strong Southern accent, and wry line delivery” to quote wikipedia, and she was often found playing the the wisecracking supporting character. she was a fixture in 30s movies, appearing in as many as 12 a year as an MGM contract player, and it's always a pleasure to see her pop up in anything. “Whether she played harebrained ingénues, wisecracking best friends, feisty pioneer women, or cantankerous matrons, critics appreciated her quirky characterizations, which were made even better with her trademark Southern accent, deft comic delivery, and incomparable stage presence.”

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Una Merkel:

Merle Oberon:

Beautiful. Talented. Biracial. Also please refer to the following promo from the aforementioned A Night To Remember, in which she plays the writer George Sand:

Her performances always give off this perfect blend of of being composed, refined, and aloof while still being deeply passionate and I eat it up every time.

I need all the gothic fans to STAND UP for our cathy!!

A rare example of a WOC working in lead roles in this era (mostly because she worked very hard to pass as white and had to hide her south asian heritage sadly). She has this very regal vibe but also a simmering intensity—even holding her own as Cathy opposite Laurence Olivier as Heathcliff.

She has such a unique face when it comes to old hollywood actresses - a lot of them start to melt together in my brain - but Merle has always stood out to me<3

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#una merkel #merle oberon #hotvintagepoll #ladies 1 #fuck that old woman

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ghostchems · 7 months

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Imagine, any papa of your choice and reader just sitting in silence on the rooftop watching the stars. Its just a comfortable silence and an intimate moment. They both look at eachother and realize.....

cemetery stroll - werewolf!secondo x reader - part 2

a.n: well. this ask did it. it inspired me to finally bring back this beloved beast. 18+! mdni! about 2.3k words. part one can be found here. ao3 link! (maybe there will be a part 3 bc ANOTHER request i got has some... vibes)

You have grown accustomed to Secondo being an incredibly busy man. After all, he is the current Papa and has to ensure his presence is felt throughout the Abbey every single day. But you are still trying to figure out where you fit in his life. This is all new for him as well, marking you in such an intimate way and making you his, even though he wasn’t necessarily in complete control of his actions. The two of you are linked now and there are times you can feel it.

Despite having different schedules, the two of you would turn up frequently in the same place. The same hallway, taking lunch at the same time, even in passing, you can feel those fiery eyes on you and the scar on your hip burns. It’s an intense feeling all of a sudden, you almost always have to excuse yourself just to calm yourself down.

One day, you came across each other in the library. Secondo’s eyes drifted to the book in your hand, his lips twitching into an amused smirk.

“Dracula? Researching creatures, are you?”

“It’s classic literature.” You managed to say matter of factly, despite your wide eyes and reddened cheeks saying otherwise. “Why would I be looking into creatures, hmm?” He cornered you in the aisle of books, looming over you with impossible height. You felt the burning need inside of you but you stood your ground. Secondo gave a low growl and stepped out of your way, his robe lightly brushing against your outer arm as he passed.

“No reason.” He quipped once he was far enough away from you.

You know he feels the need too because after about a week, he has you moved into his quarters. You’re not sure how you feel about it at first but he assures you that you’ll still have your space to return to if you need time alone.

How insistent he was is what made you agree. He was stroking your hands tenderly with his thumbs while his tone was deadly serious. There are times where you’re sure you’re just some inconvenience to him but… he wants you with him. He needs you. Or else he wouldn’t even have asked in the first place.

Getting used to sleeping in the same bed with someone, especially him, took some time. Secondo wakes up at the crack of dawn and doesn’t get back to bed until after midnight. You never suspected him to be a morning person and yet he spends the first hour of the day sitting in the corner of the room with an espresso and a newspaper. After the initial grumpiness from being awoken so early, you kind of enjoy seeing him in his element. You would watch him sleepily from your bed, enjoying the quietness of the morning, before drifting back off the sleep.

He often slips into bed for the night while you’re already asleep, only to wake up a few hours later with his strong arms wrapped around you and his face resting against your shoulder amid soft snores. You never dreamed that you would be this close to Papa and that it would feel so right, despite the interruptions to your sleep.

You’re back early today from your duties and have been resting on the bed with a book in your hand. Dracula. The door swings open and Secondo storms through, loud grumbles ripping from his throat before his eyes settle on you. Secondo’s face goes blank and he stops in his tracks.

“Uccellino, I did not expect you to be here.” He shifts on his feet, his robes billowing slightly. “Ehhh, I’ll come back later.” Secondo starts to move toward the door but you end up scooting to the edge of the bed and give him a way.

“You don’t have to go!” You put your book down in your lap and your face reddens, somewhat embarrassed by how forceful you sound. He tilts his head at you, his mismatched eyes looking you over for a moment before he grunts in response and slowly walks over the bed and takes a seat next to you. “Are you okay?” You manage to whisper, brushing your shoulder against his as you gaze at him with a concerned look on your face.

“Ministry politics.” Secondo scowls before sighing deeply. “It is unfortunate that they get in the way of my plans.” You can’t look away from his eyes, feeling the heat from his gaze starting to spread through you, down to the mark on your hip. You manage a hum in response and bring your hand up to his back to gently rub at it. He stiffens at the touch but closes his eyes, slowly exhaling through his nose.

Tension in his shoulders and back start to drift away as you continue to lightly rub his back. One of his strong hands rests on your thigh, fingers brushing along your bare skin just below the hem. You wet your lips with your tongue and lean into him, wide eyes meeting his mismatched gaze. You rest your hand on the back of his shoulder, fingers curling along it as you slide your free hand along his strong chest, the soft fabric of his robes running along your fingers. Secondo hums, his nose brushing against yours as you feel his hot breath on your lips.

Your hand drifts up to his neck and then his jaw, stroking at it with soft fingers. He grabs you by the hips suddenly, squeaking as he maneuvers you into his lap, your legs straddling his thigh. His fingers dig into your hips and he drags you along his muscled thigh, rubbing against your already throbbing cunt. Secondo leans in and starts to work his lips along your neck, sharp teeth nipping at the tender flesh as his grip only tightens on you.

There have been few moments like this between the two of you since the night the beast took you. It was always lurking beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to come unleashed again. There were fiery touches and heated kisses but nothing close to this.

His teeth sinks into your flesh, biting your neck roughly as you cry out. Your fingers are tangled in the fabric of his robes, your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parted while he continues to grind you against his thigh. You moan deeply, hands drifting up his neck only to force his mouth off of you and point his head in your direction. Blood stains his lips and his eyes shine as yours meet his.

You can’t help but whine before crushing your lips against his, tasting your blood on his tongue. The kiss is needy and hungry, both of your tongues sweeping along each other between moans and heavy breaths. Secondo’s hands move to grab your asscheeks, his grip bruisingly hard as he squeezes. You whimper against his lips and he growls in response, a deep throat growl reminiscent of how he sounded when he took you the first time.

A knock at the door interrupts the both of you, your eyes meeting then darting to the door. You shift on his thigh but he forces you to keep still.

“Papa? Papa, it is important.” A muffled voice calls out from behind it.

“I’m busy!” Secondo barks, the rage in his evident. He lazily drags you across his thigh again and you struggle to stifle another moan.

“Sister Imperator requests your presence.”

“Fuck.” He huffs and rests his forehead against your shoulder, his arms starting to loosen around you. “Uccellino, I must go, I am sorry.” Secondo whispers before lifting his head to look at you. “I will make it up to you.”

“It’s okay.” You hum and slide off of him, a low groan rumbling from your throat at the loss of the friction between the two of you. You press your thighs together as he gets up to leave, hesitating for a moment before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

The hearts in your eyes only start to fade once he’s left the room, the heat radiating through your body almost too intense to handle. You shed your habit and put on something more comfortable, a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, and slink into bed. The idea to touch yourself crosses your mind but the promise he gave you to make it up to you stops you. You’d hate to spoil his fun. You end up almost completely under the covers and it’s not long until you drift away to sleep.

You are awoken to find soft hands on your cheek, thumbs stroking at them gently, as your eyes open to find his familiar ones gazing deeply at you. He’s still wearing his face paint but is out of his robes and in his more casual black dress shirt and slacks. His arms curl around your back and he gets you to sit up as you groan sleepily.

“I have something to show you, little bird.” Secondo purrs in a more delicate voice than you’re used to. You perk up a bit and he helps you to your feet, kicking over your slippers to you to put on. He toys with your fingers, now securely in his hand as he leads you out of the bedroom to a hallway to a corner to a spiral staircase that you’ve never seen in the abbey before. Secondo guides you up the stairs and since you’re still hazy from being woken up from a dead sleep, this almost feels like a dream.

When he reaches the tour at the top of the stairs and opens it, the cool air spills into the room and you’re led outside to the rooftop. The sky is purple from the recent sunset and you can start to see stars.

“I like to come here to get some air.” His arm loops around your waist and pulls you flush against him. You hardly have time to react before his fingers are knotted in your hair and his hot mouth descends on yours. A needy moan spills from your lips as you press in closer to him, his tongue invading your mouth with ease, the taste of him sending shivers down your spine. Your hands find their way to his strong chest, then move up to curl around his neck.

The whole world feels like it has slowed down to a stop and all that matters is that you are with him. You kiss him back just as needily, your fingers stroking at the back of his neck while he groans into your mouth. Secondo tugs roughly at your hair, pulling you just off of his lips as he gives you a playful smirk. His eyes dart behind you and they immediately go wide and you swear you can see a hint of fear in them.

“I…I must have lost track…” He manages to say before his body snaps and his bones crack in an extremely violent way. You can only cry out as you try to help him, to calm him down but his body is thrashing, making it impossible for you to get close to him. You are panicking, your mind scattered as you try to figure out what to do… and then the mass of hair starts to spill through his shirt and his face starts to change. You are forced to take a step back from him as he transforms, his clothes ripping and snarls spilling from his snout.

You turn to look over your shoulder. The full moon. You should have known.

His bones creak into place and he faces you, the beast who marked you. It breathes heavily, fangs bared and yellow eyes gazing deep into yours. The creature reaches his claw out to you. You hesitate for a moment but you know he won’t hurt you — you lift your hand and lightly brush it against its claw. The creature gives a soft grunt then quickly pulls its claw away from you and lets out a piercing howl. It tears away from you, paws pounding on the roof as it takes off then leaps from the roof in the direction of the woods.

You watch and are almost in awe by how effortless it all looks. Then, the terror grips you: he’s out there and he’s hungry. You rush back to the staircase without a plan in your head to get him back — you just hope that there aren’t any siblings wandering around at night. They won’t be as lucky as you were.

As you reach the bottom of the steps, you run face first into someone and they grab you by the shoulders to help steady you.

“What is the matter, dolcezza?” Despite the pet name, Terzo sounds alarmed as familiar mismatched eyes search your face.

“It’s the full moon!” You blurt and his hand quickly covers your mouth before you’re able to say anything else.

“Quiet! We don’t want the whole abbey to hear.” Terzo hisses before letting go of you. You blink a few times and steady yourself on your feet.

“We have to warn people that he’s out there.”

“No. We don’t.” He puts his hands on his hips, glaring at you. “The beast must feed, tesoro. There’s no stopping it. My advice to you — rest. Rest and be there for him when he returns. I’ll be sure to tell him your concerns.” His lips twitch into a smarmy grin and you feel anger burn deep in your chest.

The second he is gone, you find yourself outside in the cemetery grounds of the abbey. You wrap your arms around your chest, the cold air of the night seeping into your sweatshirt.

The night is quiet and you don’t know where to begin. You start to head towards the woods just off the church property. Fear wells up inside you as you enter the darkness but deep down you know that you’ll find him, one way or another.

#papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo #secondo x reader #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #secondo request

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transingthoseformers · 4 months

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OK here are my thoughts on the world building with Megatron insisting on fusion cannon weddings for the bitties.

While Megs is the Champion of Koan, Megatron of Tarn was D-16 long before he was a gladiator and god of war.

So I'm thinking he has some cultural biases from being a Tarnian Miner. And I'd imaging with the danger of the mines and the Functionism very few low caste sparklings had both parents. And they suffered for it. both in terms of being orphaned and lacking legal protections including inheritance rights because their parents weren't permitted to be conjuxed without permission rarely given to miners.

Worse laws came into place that single parent sparklings and sparklings who's parents weren't conjuxed could be taken by the state at any time for any reason under the sun. Clearly non-Forged Sparklings need stable conjuxed families so they could receive the light of Primus not coming from his spark. And Tarn already had a strong taboo about not having a sparkling outside of being conjuxed.

Worse, the right to be conjuxed was something that was slowly being striped from everyone but the elite. The process by Megatron's youth became something you had to pay heavily for. Upper middle cast could still afford it with much saving or borrowing but imagine the cost for the Marriage license instead of being $60 USD the license itself costs the full average price of a wedding $30,000 USD. And the equivalent of a Justice of the Peace wedding cost instead of $120-150 cost $75,000. The lower cast and the lower middle cast are priced out of being able to get conjuxed. For Disposables not only did they need to find the cash, they also needed permission from the one/company who owned their contract and sponsorship/vetting form a Priest of the Thirteen. Said Priest could choose to waive the fee if he felt the applicants were worthy. In theory it's possible but in reality impossible.

All of Prima's Priests have to come from the Priestly Caste. Most of the rest had to as well in practice even if it wasn't forbidden in the holy texts but there is one Priesthood that accepts Mechs outside of the Priestly Cast. Megatronus, god of War only accepts Warriors for Priests. And in Megatron's stint in the Pits of Kaon, some bright spark thought Megatron becoming a fake Priest of Megatronus for publicity would be a great idea, kinda like a preacher gimmick for pro-wrestling. Megatron refused because while he's not overly religious, it gives him bad vibes. Just spiting on the culture of his city and playing into so many stereotypes. Gladiators like all athletes are superstitious. Megatron is able to insist his adamate refusal is to not risk offending his names sake and his city's patron. He doesn't want his streak at the top cursed.

This old Tank, the priest of Megatronus, is nearly offended as Megatron by the idea of presiding over a fake religious ceremony for the Pit. Even if his temple he can't afford to refuse. the Wheels and gears on Meg's head start turning. Being a real priest even of the Fallen would grant him more social clout and freedom of movement. It would also give his nacient Cause a touch more legitimacy.

So when the Priest coldly rises to stalk out, Megatron rises and state he has no intention in taking part in a religiously themed farce, he also has all the qualifications for being an acolyte aspirant to the priesthood which doubles the insult to Tarn and it's patron. Which gets the Priest's attention. Megatron's manager is chased out of his own office while the Priest and Megatron have a very intense talk about Megatron's motivations.

Megs is a silver tonged bastard and the old priest recognized he has a potential brilliant general on his hands. The youngster has given him a chance to maybe eventually put Prima's priesthood in it's place. The manager is being permitted back to his office so the Priest can inform him Megatron is now in training to be a priest of Megatronus and a dispensation is granted for him to do so in Kaon. The Major Rites of course are to be publicly witnessed and broadcast but only in full. This is when Megatron realizes the old mech in front of him is actually the High Priest of Megatronus.

Megatron becomes a priest of Megatronus and is actually, to his embarrassment, the High Priest by both seniority and military rank by the time the cons get to Earth.

So Megatron through a mixture of spite, using the Autobot code against the Autobots(their own laws force them to return the sparkling to their creators or their designated next of kin,) and lingering Tarnish cultural baggage is enforcing you get someone heavy you gotta marry them. It doesn't happen often because sparking is rare any how and baffles are mandatory, but it does happen. Megatron's point on this is absolute. This has resulted in Autobots and Neutrals being taken prisoner so they can "make an honest mech" out of someone, or be "Made an honest mech" if the Deceptacon sparked them up instead. One of the practical reasons why Fraternization is frowned upon by Autobots.

O yes

Let's break tgus down

Makes sense in a dangerous environment growing up Megatron wouldn't see many dual parents and he saw a lot of bullshit, and how this manifests into mandated shotgun weddings

Also I'm biased but a wedding for 30,000 is very ouch imo

This is fascinating because yeah i can totally see this happening in an au, and i can see why it profoundly affected how he wishes to run things

jesus fucking christ megatron as technically priest, technically, is not something i ever expected to read

Megatron:

Megatron: projects childhood onto his faction

Megs is trying, i can see the gears turning and see what he means, but fuck this is a funny way to go about it, that there is a recipe of a person

Like just fucking imagine getting kidnapped and finding out it was because you got someone pregnant, which you didn't know beforehand. Delightful.

This makes me wonder if anyone was actually banking on this in order to marry the love of their live officially looks at kobd

#kobd #maccadam #transformers #g1 Megatron #tf worldbuilding?#just think about knockout and Breakdown concocting an entire plot in order to let Decepticon!knockout marry autobot!breakdown #the twisty logic is fascinating #Megatronus prime #prima

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orangechickenpillow · 17 days

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Hello, fellow enjoyer of BG3/Prospect/Arcane/The Ghoul Boys/TAD/WWDITS/probably other things I've yet to discover because you clearly have stellar taste in media! ✨

I wanted to throw an idea at you that has been rotting my brain: TAD songs for BG3 characters.

"Inkpot Gods" simply IS Wyll and Karlach. "The Old Witch Sleep and The Good Man Grace" might seem the obvious choice for Astarion but I would like to make an argument that "Farewell Wanderlust" is even better. "The Horror and The Wild" is Karlach's all on her own. "Elsa's Song" is giving Gale for some reason? Unsure why.

Anyway, sorry for the random long-ish ask. But what do you think? :D

Ahhhh thank you so much. I've seen you in my notifs and am happy to report that we're officially best friends now <3

Thank you so much for throwing this idea at me holy shit???? I went back and listened to all three TAD albums specifically to answer this, so.... yeah, we're definitely best friends.

I'm loving what you've got so far -- Inkpot Gods works so perfectly for the Avernus duo, and honestly could be the theme song for bg3 in general. Jesus christ, what a song, am I right. Farewell wanderlust is sooooo Astarion I'm going to lose my mind about it I mean be totally normal. Also I feel like it fits Lae'zel really well too. I actually found that a lot of songs I liked for Astarion worked for Lae just as well. Interesting. Anyway, during my trillionth re-listen to the TAD albums here are the notes I took on my phone lmao:

Love Run for Wyll. The wholesome, strong, hopefulness this song radiates fits him so well. It's also really fucking romantic, and so is he.

I also think that Two Minutes is fitting for him. That whole vibe of an abandoned child, of someone who is so tired and beaten down by life but still manages to keep going despite it all. I really adore Wyll, and the more romantic TAD songs fit him perfectly.

I love Wild Blue Yonder for Karlach. It's silly but heartfelt, and so full of yearning. It has a light approach to life while still acknowledging how hard things can be, and that's just so Karlach. Also, "We don't know what's out there -- could be ghosts or monsters, or a robot vampire, I don't know" sounds like something she would say lol

You're so right about The Horror and the Wild. That's just. Karlach and Gortash. "Give me back my heart you wingless thing" are you fucking kidding me right now, I'm going to pull a Karlach and explode.

Also I think The Horror and the Wild fits Astarion equally well. I'll always yammer on about how Astarion and Karlach are two sides of the same coin, and this song is a great representation of that. "You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child -- witness me, old man, I am the wild" -- Astarion and Cazador. Please send help, I am ill over this and will not be recovering.

"Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring" Karlach. Astarion. Shadowheart. Lae'zel. Literally help me.

Blossoms for Gale. It's a very intense song, but it's also weary. It's strong but desperate, yet determined. I also think it fits him as the one who would be leading the group if Tav wasn't around. It's a somber and dramatic song, but it's ultimately fueled by tender love. Sound like anyone else we know?

Similarly to you pairing him with Elsa's Song (which I love btw), I think The Rockrose and the Thistle is VERY Gale (and, dare I say, bloodweave? The singer begging to die and the other person "sewing" them back together??? Hello?????) Just like the more romantic songs fit Wyll, the quieter, more subdued songs fit Gale. I think those songs really capture desperation in its most potent form, and Gale is kind of like the human version of that (sorry Gale)

Okay, New York Torch Song could be any of the ladies. Literally any of them. It's perfect. This one also makes me think of Karlach and Wyll.

I adore That Unwanted Animal for Astarion. The helplessness paired with the subtle sense of revenge and violence. The sexual tones throughout. The lack of romance.

I like The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace for Astarion, and I also really like it for Lae'zel. Her whole being raised by a cult thing really aligns with the vibe of the song -- being told that you're one thing and having to fight to be anything else, the desperation of feeling like you have no purpose. Fighting it all and coming out on top anyway. The steady increase in the intensity of the song representing getting your power back. It's so herrrrrr

King fits her well too. This song is so badass. I think it represents the soldier archetype well. It's cool, she's cool, it's perfect.

Pray makes me think of Shadowheart. Obviously the religious tone of the song fits her well, but also its pure spite. It's really giving "abandoned daughter" vibes, which is perfect for her. Also, "honey I'm no man, I'm what's left when children go to war" are you fucking kidding me.

Anywayyyyy, this was long, yikes. I have a lot of Thoughts as you can see. Thank you SO much for letting me yap about two of the things I love very much and might be obsessed with, who knows. I'll end by officially asking for your hand in marriage <3

#just kidding #unless....#anyway ily thank you for this ask and if you ever want to chat some more feel free to send another one or even message me <3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 companions #baldurs queue #tad #the amazing devil #ask box #ask response #bg3 meta

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katyspersonal · 9 months

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Damian and Mico cute headcanons 🙏

☁️ Damian would be 'fatherly' (or motherly? xd) partner for Mico, as he is somewhat older and is quite mature and more stable emotionally. Micolash could really find the most comfort in collected partner that could calm him down. Micolash can be an intense person! He had quite emotional problems, PTSD and nightmares even before the cosmic horrors, but Damian naturally would want to hold a person like this and tell them it will all be okay.

🐚 On the other hand, Damian's softness and caring attitude leaves him vulnerable for anxiety episodes. He has to watch all these darn kids go insane and is powerless to pull them back! But whereas Damian is very stoic person that is good at suppressing such feelings to be the "strong one" in any company, Micolash is a person he can open up about this vulnerable side to. Mico knows a lot about herbs and meds, and is able to make good tea, incense and other stuff to calm the nerves. So, he will take care of Damian, always able to identify when Damian is at his mental limit and not acting as his usual self. No one else is able to see past Damian's poker face like that! x)

☁️ They actually happen to share a lot of skills and knowledge. Both can cook well and love doing that, both love animals and can take care of them (sweet simpler times BEFORE Micolash would start switching heads of crows and dogs with one another ;-;), both have advanced medical skills, all that. Damian used to keep the vivarium at Byrgenwerth and using his biology knowledge to help with studying weird plantlife and fauna, but Micolash was a rare case when Damian had almost nothing to teach him...?

🐚 Them both being so similar in their life skills would make it not certain who does what chores, so they'd have to decide whose turn it is now through playing a game (from rock-paper-scissors to chess)! EXCEPT for cleaning. This one is always on Damian because Micolash is too lost in thoughts to watch his surroundings x)

☁️ Micolash would soon surpass Damian in his skills though, becoming way more advanced in both medicine and arcane. In my "official" timeline at some point the dynamic would slightly shift to Damian being more like a butler/bodyguard/assistant than a 'dad'! You might remember me depicting Damian helping Micolash to dress up for an event or kissing his hand. He is to Micolash what Yurie is to Rom, but he would not mind. In the 'nothing bad happened and everyone lives' or 'modern' AU, Damian would just straight up end in this role, taking care of Micolash's room, meals and schedule, whereas Micolash would be that wonky scientist type always too into his research to remember his basic needs.

🐚 Basically, they have potential for* both* very equal and supportive relationship and for more clearly distributed 'roles'. Which way it shifts just depends on how interested Micolash would be in healing and simple life pleasures, I bounce between two versions of this dynamic for this reason!

☁️ Perhaps not very 'cute' one, but Micolash would be rather possessive over Damian, feeling very uneasy if Damian gives a lot of attention to someone else. At least a couple of times, he pulled Damian away from someone that also needed his care and attention. This is usually the subject of their fights. Micolash becomes a LOT like a little baby when he gets jealous, just... straight up the vibe of a son of a single mother that will be upset if she tries to date someone because he wants her attention just to himself. Abandonment issues, man. I'd say although this is unhealthy, it is sort of... bittersweet reason for the fights? Sometimes Damian would manage to reassure Micolash that he is still the most loved person for him and he'd get to him as soon as he'd help that other friend/student/whatever. While waiting for Damian to be "all his" again, Micolash would become even more aloof than usual, spending the entire wait time making something nice for Damian (like a cake, a drawing, sewing him some cute shirt, etc). Not just for the sake of Damian, but for his own too, as that'd feel like connection while being separated.

🐚 They really love sea shells, both of them. If they could go to the beach properly, they'd collect a lot of them. And end up trashing their house with them, too, because none of them would have the heart to not hoard -_-" Collecting cool rocks is their second favourite thing. Basically, their 'dates' tend to be going on adventure somewhere to collect various wonders of nature! They legit need someone more reasonable to stop them and understand they do not need that much stuff hoarded xD

☁️ They have mismatched sleep schedules, like, very much so. So since there is a problem with going to bed at the same time, they read each other books before sleep! Damian will read him various stories, and Micolash would read him creepy ass scientifical research papers on experiments, surgery etc. Damian still sleeps like a baby tho because what matters is that Mico sounds genuinely excited and is sharing something he loves with him xD

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Thank you for the ask!

#ask replies #bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #micolash host of the nightmare #mensis scholar damian #damicolash #adorable.....#yeah less equal dynamic than say micoed but at the same time more wholesome?

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jeremy-ken-anderson · 8 months

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Survival Genre

Surviving the Game as a Barbarian is a good series so far. The character has bumped up against both the limits of his knowledge in terms of, "I know a bunch of stuff about the isekai I've been dropped into but it's still a random-seed style game so I'm not some God of Destiny" and also in terms of "I know how things work when it's a game but it turns out drinking healing potions is intensely painful."

Having watched the first episode of Black Summoner yesterday, I feel a strong appreciation for how Surviving the Game as a Barbarian maintains stakes.

And...maybe that's an unfair comparison.

Back when 3rd Edition D&D was dying down, I got the Dungeon Master's Guide 2, which contained some of the most broadly useful gamemastering advice in a game manual. That was where they broke down the players into types, with ideas for how to make them happy:

The Supercooler plays to be awesome. Play up his hits, maybe even play up his misses as mighty swings the opponent just barely slides under.

The Tactician plays to see their plans come to fruition. Give them points in the story where they have advance warning of events and ways to capitalize on that.

The Troublemaker plays to act out in a safe environment. Give them an aside now and then where they can Fuck Around and Find Out.

The Explorer plays to imagine a grand journey. Describe your vistas and the wonders of where they're going.

The Lurker plays to spend time with friends and isn't comfortable getting into the game. Make their turns as uncomplicated as possible, and give them ways their in-game actions can make the other players happy.

There are three or four more, but you get the idea. When it came out I thought the DMG2 was the worst game book I'd ever read; It had almost nothing as far as new classes and monsters and...but at this point I'm thinking it was one of the best. It was teaching lessons about All Gamemastering.

Anyway imagine a similar list of gamer types for videogames. Now you can see that stories like Surviving the Game as a Barbarian are stories that play on the kind of gamer who wants to optimize. They want the main character to face impossible odds and win, which is not the same as someone telling us "That's a Tier-8 Angel" and then having the protagonist scoff and say, "Then I'll cast a Tier-9 Banishment!" and immediately win. "Facing impossible odds" is based on relative level.

But as I've said elsewhere, there's an entire subgenre of isekai these days that is based around people who escape into games in order to relax. In the isekai this escape is more explicit, but the desire is clearly the same. They want to do everything in the game the easy way. They start off with ridiculous power, and while the writer may include a token effort to show difficulty it doesn't last because it's not the point.

Anyway if you like to see your protagonist challenged, Surviving the Game as a Barbarian is quite good. It's had some hard stuff but thus far (in my opinion; Your mileage may vary) manages to skirt the line and not quite fall into Misery Porn territory. At the present point in the story, things are tough but manageable. So in spite of its minor visual similarities to Fear and Hunger (I really wonder whether any concepts were inspired by that cruel game) this isn't a particularly cruel narrative so far. And while I could be wrong I don't get the impression that the author's planning to murder all the lovable background characters. I think this will be a proper adventure, with the hero pulling and scraping to make gains and become more powerful, and then face off against incrementally more powerful foes. Which is a good vibe, if you're a certain kind of reader.

#review #webtoon #surviving the game as a barbarian

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k00295251 · 3 months

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Artist Research - Giselle Ballet

03/02/24

The Wilis from the ballet Giselle really resonated with me with me as a concept. I’ve always been enamoured with them since I learnt about them as a child. They are the ghosts of women betrayed by their lovers who died before their wedding day. They take their revenge by dancing men to death at night.

The titular character Giselle is a peasant girl with a weak heart and a passion for dance, though exerting herself could kill her. She attracts the attention of Count Albrecht, a noble who hides his identity from her. She resists his advances but eventually succumbs and falls in love with him. As well has having a physically weak heart, her innocence prevents her from seeing the deception. His pledge of eternal love was a lie we discover as the Duke and his daughter Bathilde arrive in a hunting party.

Bathilde is also taken by Giselle’s beauty and gifts her a necklace as Giselle tells her that she is engaged, unaware they are both betrothed to Albrecht. A gamekeeper named Hilarion who is in love with Giselle discovers the truth about Albrecht and reveals it, as he was consumed by jealousy. Giselle loses her mind and kills herself in response.

Giselle had been buried deep in the forest and became a Wili. Myrna the queen of the Wilis appears and summons her maidens while Hilarion is mourning at Giselle’s grave. They force him to dance until he dies from exhaustion.

Albrecht was stricken with remorse and comes to mourn Giselle. Myrta summons Giselle from her grave and commands her to entice him into joining the dance. She does so, but her love for him was strong enough to help keep him alive until dawn, when the Wilis lose their power. At the end of the of the ballet he is left alive with his sorrow.

The synchronisation of the dancers, the outfits, the emotion, everything rouse a strange sense of longing to be part of what you’re watching. That is the point of Giselle, of course. Longing for things that are bad for you, sacrificing your wellbeing for what you love, love so intense that you stay tied to it even beyond the grave.

Romantic era art and ballet hits a spot for me. As a child ballet was an escape for me, it put me in a frame of mind where I could put aside my problems and focus on the movement. It feels sort of trance-like, even now. I feel as though the dance itself brings you to an otherworldly place, like you lose yourself in the movement and you don’t think or worry the way you normally do. The muscle memory kicking in when you hear a song you learned choreography for feels good. I’ve always associated it with not quite being alive in the way you normally are. Entering a different plane, being in a place nothing can reach but you, the music and the people you’re dancing with. That may sound a bit cringe but that is how I feel. Evidently I’m romantically inclined when it comes to art.

I felt that kind of vibe more when I did ballet since I dedicated most of my free time to it and had to push my physical limits way more than just dancing for myself, but it still brings me to the otherworldly headspace that distracts from reality.

I think all dance is art and that dance doesn’t just involve moving your body, but moves your awareness and emotional state into a more manageable place. As an autistic person it also really helps ground me and satisfies some sensory needs. I assume everyone has some form of movement that puts them in a similar mind frame, I like to think there’s enjoyable movement for everyone depending on their physical ability and their psychological needs. From each according to their ability, to each according to their needs.

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 2 years

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Found a platonic version too >:)

template || picrew

cue rambling under the cut again >:3

Neira & Alistair

Neira's the type to get along with most people and she's really close with Morrigan and Leli (and in the postgame, Zevran), but Ali and her are inseparable

Her love language is more gift giving and acts of service, but while she doesn't initiate physical touch a lot she gladly accepts Alistair's

Neira is impossible to have playful quarrels with, she is no fun :(

Wasn't really sure where to put Neira on the many friends/loner scale, cos again like. She is on good or neutral terms with most people around her but she still isn't the most social person either

*gasp* Neira gossips?? Scandalous. Though she spends more time listening to Alistair gossip than gossiping herself lol

Kala & Zevran

"You had an abusive childhood being exploited by an organisation from a young age, forced to sell yourself to do their dirty work in order to survive in an environment that did not care for you or your life? Lmao me too"

whoops forgot to put Zev on the social/loner scale but he'd probably be farther to the left? Like he doesn't have many circles of close friends but he does have a lot of acquaintances and connections

Honestly Zevran is probably the only person who manages to make Ali jealous sometimes because he is the only other person she shares such a strong bond with (and bc i think Zev know exactly how to make him jealous to tease him lol)

Dunno if "Elf" counts as a nickname so I think Kala's place on the left on the nickname scale is justified lmao

Liam & Varric

they both have dad vibes but in different ways

would kill to not have to go on any more adventures ever

wasn't sure where to put Liam on the friendship scale either because he is a very social person but also only has one circle of very close friends that he is especially attached to. Kinda the same with Varric IG but he also kind of adopts every other person he sees

Also Liam nicknames most people he doesn't know bc he can't remember names for shit, but when it comes to his friends he doesn't use nicknames much more rarely

idek how to describe their friendship but they're just.. ughh i have Emotions about them ok

Lilian & Merrill

I think I've finally settled on their relationship being platonic (or queerplatonic idk) as opposed to romantic. Cos I just really love that these two and Isabela are all close and all care equally about one another even if they are no all romantically involved (I'm not saying there is no difference between romantic and platonic love but i am saying that they are equally meaningful)

Merrill may be cute and Lilian may be intense but they are both chaotic af together

I have a lot to say about them but too many thoughts, head full

Just know that I Care Them

June & Dorian

The way these two argue for the heck of it istg. Constant bickering back and forth for no reason but their own entertainment

magic nerrrrrddssss

dangerous concentration of fuck around and find out energy

June's openness and earnest affection has made Dorian.exe malfunction more than once

Why does he keep letting himself be dragged along on her adventures again???

Ari & Vivienne

Indulge in pretentious conceptual discussions and gossip

im getting tired my brain is mush i will continue this properly when i am more awake hfkfkdsk

#Very tempted to do this for all the friend squads #but i kept it to everyone's absolute clostest friend (excluding LIs) for now cos i'd be here all day otherwise lol #same story with the picrews lol i did not have the time or energy to draw everyoe #i would like to point out that ari and viv 1000% have pretentious conceptual discussions a lot #but they also talk shit a good amount which i why they are more in the middle of that spectrum #i did not realise that every one of these guys is younger than their best friends haha #also i did not realise until now how young most of these guys are in relation to their friend group haha #and yet they end up being the leader sort of person in their groups despite being one of the youngest #oc: neira surana #oc: kalagna brosca #oc: liam hawke #oc: lilian hawke #oc: june trevelyan #oc: ari adaar #my ocs #oc meme #relationship meme

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kirarinlovesidols · 2 years

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Alright i apologize for grammar and cringyness on top of whatever oocness as well. English isn't my first language.

Ok so before the actual fic i would like to put up some warnings abt content.

This is a femReader oneshot and it has some Yokai marriage bullshit, magic and slight manipulation. If any of that bothers you, please refrain from reading it, be safe!!

Also I'm gonna put some headcannons i came up with for Yokai marriage shenanigans that i wanted to share, that's all!

Also hell no i'm not writing ever again, now, for sure.

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Spirited away.

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Your mother always told you to not wander too far around places like chinju forest or just away from Inazuma city but you as a mischievous and curious child never cared to listen.

"Mama is such a worrywart, i'm a big girl now i can take care of myself, hmph!"

You murmured to yourself as you walked through the usual path you always took to get your favorite type of flowers. This place would never cease to amaze you with it's mystical air.

Your pout was gone as soon as it came when you spotted the familiar flower field you used to play at. Smiling you ran towards it excited to work on some flower crowns...or maybe you should try something like a flower necklace? Maybe a bracelet.

Your small legs suddenly stopped when you saw some kind of...white lump among the almost neon tint of the flowers that surrounded your claimed spot.

What? Was a tanuki playing tricks on you again like the last time? If so you wouldn't let it slide! You still remember how it seemed to mock you for falling for it's illusionary tricks.

Your brows furrowed as you prepared to scare it away. However, when you crouched to pick up a rock your hand stopped on it's tracks as you heard growling.

On the middle of your favorite place sat a creature you never thought you would've seen in your 9 years of life.

A Kitsune! A real living breathing kitsune! Just like you imagined!!

Yet it's pure white fur seemed to be stained with unnatural blotches of red. The source of the possible bleeding probably came from one it's paws.

The more you tried getting closer to the creature the more intense the growling became. You gulped, this was kinda scary but abandoning it was not something you would do at all!

Getting the handkerchief you kept inside your pocket you tried to get closer to the wound but the yokai had other plans. It bit you hard.

"Nngh...!" A groan escaped your mouth instinctively but you bit your lip and ignored the pain.

You couldn't even get angry at it, it did warn you. Nevertheless you were nothing if not determined and bandaged the gash despite the growling only growing fiercer.

"Y-you really think i'm gonna hurt you? Well think again buddy! I'm gonna help you wether you like it or not, my mama always tells me to be helpful at least!"

As ridiculous as it sounds the kitsune seemed to buy your reason or should i say excuse? It doesn't matter. It stopped biting you and that's all that matters.

It kinda hurt...a lot but you weren't going to let it show.

"There we go, not so hard was it?"

You said looking at it with a satisfied smile, admiring your handiwork.

The little kitsune's ears flickered about while it inspected the fabric. You reached for it's head, you NEEDED to pet it! This is something you always wanted to do but for some reason animals in general weren't so keen in interacting with you at all.

However you never managed to as a strong headwind suddenly started to blow. You lost your footing and fell on your butt, immediately you felt worry about the yokai in front of you, it was so small what if it got blown away?

You open your eyes and what you see shocks you to the core.

A boy who looked to be right about your age, slightly taller than you now stood where the yokai previously rested. Two fluffy ears atop his head, white just like majority of his hair except for the tips that seemed to gently blend into red. 9 bushy tails decorated his back, giving him an ethereal vibe, they had the same coloring pattern as his ears and hair.

Red seemed to be a prominent color for him as his kimono, littered with maple leaves, and eyes shared the pigment.

He literally took your breath away, you have never seen someone so.... beautiful and....mysterious before. You felt like he would disappear if you ever so dared to blink.

The mysterious boy walked towards you, a kind smile resting on his lips. He crouches to get to your eye level and you notice your handkerchief were still firm around his hand.

"Thanks for helping me and sorry for biting you. This was done by humans, you see? I know it sounds bad but i guess i got...a little heated there."

He had a strange way of speaking. He was your age, right? Yet why did he talk like a grown-up?

Noticing the confusion on your face he just chuckled.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed you try to focus on actually answering him instead of admiring like a weirdo.

"U-Uh....yeah! It was...no problem...yeah!"

Your voice shook and you felt mortified.

The kitsune only chuckled once more. You wondered if your suffering was something funny to him. You were about to tell him off when suddenly his face got eerily closer.

You instinctively leaned back, nevertheless, that proved to be futile as you felt your back hit a tree. You had successfully trapped yourself, great.

He only keeps getting closer and the only thing you could do was close your eyes and wait for whatever it is to come, would he kill you?

Such assumptions disappeared as soon as they came when you felt something soft against your cheek.

Eh?

Your eyes flew open as your face got warmer.

He gave you a kiss. It was a cheek kiss but still!

Seriously is this something you aren't getting? Is this normal for Yokai? Ughhh! Everything is so confusing you want to scream!

The kiss lasted for a few more seconds. His long lashes tickled your skin and you wondered why you suddenly felt so nervous.

The silver haired boy moved away. You swear you could SEE the sheer mischievousness swirling on those eyes.

After that he helped you up and introduced himself as Kazuha, a kitsune who got separated from his parents due to wanting to go ahead of them on their usual walks and ended up getting jumped by treasure horders who tried to capture him however a yokai, even if they are children, aren't supposed to be underestimated.

Kazuha managed to deal with some of them but he did end up with an injury so you guess he still has a lot to learn about self-defense. At least, that's what you're gonna assume, he didn't tell you anything more than that.

His story helped you loosen up and you hit it off quickly. You played hide and seek, tag, watched the clouds, heck you even made him a flower crown! Even if he seemed reluctant to let you put it on him, guess he could see through you. You just wanted an excuse to pet his ears.

You wondered why he didn't let you do it when he was ok with you touching his tails...were his ears some kind of...no-no area? Or what? You had no idea and you didn't bother to ask.

You had a blast with your new friend, so much that you didn't realize it was getting late and you needed to go back before your mother got worried.

Kazuha looked a bit disappointed but understood. You still felt a little uneasy though.

"Will i...see you again?"

You ask him after gathering enough courage to do so.

"Mhm. Rest assured, i will come back for you."

You felt relieved. It would be nice to give him a parting hug before going but before you could that strong wind enveloped you again. You moved your arms to your face in order to shield your eyes and the moment you open them again you're on the front of your house.

Confused to hell and back you looked to the sides, behind you, any direction you could think of in search of him.

He was nowhere to be seen.

Just like the wind he suddenly disappeared after knocking you down and making a strong impression. You looked forward to the day you would see him again.

With a smile on your face and hope blooming in your chest you open the door to your house.

"Mama, I'm back!"

You ran to the kitchen and gave her a side-hug.

"Welcome back, sweetie ~"

You didn't tell her about Kazuha, you don't think she would believe you.

Still the fact the bite wound on your hand was suddenly healed and that a faint mark started to form on your cheek assured you that in fact you didn't imagine everything.

Some years later you still find yourself thinking back to that day. It's been so long you started doubting yourself, was it all really real? Didn't you imagine him cause you were lonely? It was hard to say.

it isn't until you decide to go for a walk in chinju forest, desperately trying to cling down to those "memories" that you see him again.

"I said i would come for you, didn't i? Thank you for waiting for me."

Tears prickle your eyes as you smile.

"Yeah...thanks for coming, Kazuha..."

At the mention of his name his expression seemed to soften even more.

He held his hand to you. His eyes, pleading, tempting you to take it.

You worried about your mother, something told you this was the last time you would be seeing her at all. But you couldn't find it in yourself to not go with him.

You felt bad for your mom but she would understand, right? You would be with the person you love! Your own happy ever after.

You were never seen again.

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Ok so now that it's over let's go to headcannons!

So basically all i did was add my own twist to kitsune lore and some yokai marriage shit i saw in anime.

‌Kitsunes usually exude a specific type of charm magic that makes people more likely to be attracted to them but that's all that it is, it's just some kind of pre-disposition, it does not mean the human will always fall in love with that kitsune or that the kitsune themselves will reciprocate.

‌However helping a kitsune can be considered "courting" and if you strike their fancy they'll mark you(usually done by a kiss) and you'll be mates for life.

‌The mark can usually take many forms. In Kazuha's case his cheek kiss gave you a mark that resembled a little maple leaf.

‌Their charm magic ends up making it harder for their partner to say no, it's a pretty much dub-con of sorts.

‌Kazuha didn't let you touch his ears cause that's something only family and a romantic partner is allowed to do. For kitsunes the act of petting one's ears is very intimate.

‌Asking to touch their tails, however, is fine. It isn't considered as intimate

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #yokai au #kitsune #KirarinWritting #fem reader

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gerogerigaogaigar · 11 months

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Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream

Not quite massively mainstream, but still a step above indie. A little too hazy to just be alternative rock, but not enough to be a full on shoegaze album. Somehow Siamese Dream manages to fall outside of the boxes it was aiming for, but the result is Smashing Pumpkins' most artistically sound release. They're more polished than on Gish, but it just helps put a finer point on their strengths. Corgan's voice is just far enough up on the mix to be fully intelligible, but not dominating it. The guitars are heavily layered and take up all the space they can in the mix whether the gentle acoustics of Sweet Sweet or the intensely heavy Geek U.S.A.. Corgan may be a megalomaniac, but this album really shows that he had a strong artistic vision at one point.

Snoop Dogg - Doggystyle

Where others were trying to be the toughest cop killingest rappers in the game, Snoop opted to be the weed smokingest biggest balls rapper. While still playing in the kayfabe of 90s hip hop he carves out a new niche as a disaffected cool guy who loves weed and doesn't really care what other people think. Snoop stands out from his peers not just because he perfectly embodies the Death Row Records G-Funk sound, but because his attitude necessitated a different type of flow. Snoop is so laid back in his delivery and rarely expresses anything other than mild amusement that anyone would be dumb enough to not want to be him. Somehow the attitude is infectious rather than annoying, and it drives the album to new highs that were unassailable even by Snoop himself who never quite topped his debut.

Janet Jackson - Rhythm Nation 1814

The release of 86s Control cemented Janet Jackson as a pop giant, but it was the follow up that proved she was probably the most talented member of the Jackson family. Fully embracing the New Jack Swing sound that she had pioneered on Nasty, Rhythm Nation is full of funky Hip Hop beats. This album defined pop music in the 90s, practically everyone started incorporating Hip Hop into R&B. But none of the imitators ever found a balance of edginess and sweetness, of hard beats and bubbly pop that Janet Jackson managed on this record.

Brian Eno - Another Green World

This is Brian Eno in transition for sure. The ambient sounds of Discreet Music are barely present, but the quirky pop sensibilities of Here Come The Warm Jets fully abandoned. But there are no stepping stone albums in Eno's discography. Another Green World is just as much a fully fleshed out idea as anything else. In this case ethereal beauty is the driving force. There are still some pop sensibilities on songs like St. Elmo's Fire and I'll Come Running, but they lack the outright goofiness of his earlier work. Instead the album is driven by it's instrumentals and in true Eno fashion there are a swath of guest musicians here to flesh out the sound. Phil Collins, Robert Fripp, Percy Jones, and John Cale all make contributions and it really provides a lush atmosphere. Basically everything that Eno recorded, collaborated on, or produced is a masterpiece and Another Green World is one of his best.

Bob Dylan - John Wesley Harding

I feel like this is an underrated gem from Dylan's collection. It's main claim to fame is that it has the less popular version of All Along The Watchtower. I think Dylan actually nails the depression era hobo folk singer thing that he was clearly going for at the beginning of his career. Dear Landlord, I Am A Lonesome Hobo, and I Pity The Poor Immigrant all have strong Pete Seeger vibes while Drifter's Escape and I'll Be Your Baby Tonight are straight up country songs. It's a sharp turn from his electric era and I think Dylan is at his best when he's taking sharp turns.

Roxy Music - Avalon

I wasn't familiar with this album so I was surprised and quite happy to see that it's wholly unlike any other Roxy Music album I've heard before. Gone is the wry wit and glam quirkiness and in its place is raw romantic sincerity and smooth synths. This album has that sterile synth sound that I associate with albums that 70s prog bands put out in the 80s but it really works here. I think there's just more texture to the sounds, instead of plastic it sounds ethereal, haunted kinda. Like the kind of eerie unease that comes with letting yourself be truly known.

Bob Dylan and The Band - The Basement Tapes

I honestly think that Dylan's work with the band The Band is his best stuff. Both groups compliment each other really well and they seem to let loose when they team up. The basement tapes in particular feel a lot more fun than any other album by either artist on their own. Dylan is bluesier and The Band are a little less maudlin, like they were trying to make music in each other's style and both hit the same middle ground. It's prolly a little long, coming in over 70 minutes of music with an admittedly low level of variety, but the energy will definitely keep any blues rock or folk rock fans engaged for the full run.

Santana - Abraxas

Carlos Santana is a talented but uninspired guitarist. Come at me dads. I actually like this album a lot though. While Santana may only have one and a half guitar solos in his back pocket he also has a good sense for vibes and some great percussion. And his two smash hits are covers that blow the originals out of the water so he's doing something right. I only come down hard because Santana is treated like a guitar god or something and he really isn't but his style has influenced other better guitar players so I won't dismiss him outright.

Bill Withers - Still Bill

Bill Withers had an incredible way of dropping monstrous pop hits and still flying under the radar. It feels like instead of a string of hits he's just a one hit wonder five times in a row. Withers has all of the energy of early 70s funk and all the soul of a 60s Stax release. While overshadowed by some of his contemporaries Withers still should be seen as a titan of Soul music and this album shows it. Even funkier than his debut and led by a couple of beastly good singles. Use Me has the coolest funk grooves and Lean On Me is pretty much the platonic love song of all time.

Elvis Presley - s/t

How can I be even handed when taking about rock and roll's greatest colonizer? This album is unreviewable, do I like the music on it? Yes, I actually do. But even if I hated it you should still listen to it for the historical value. This album marks the beginning of the modern music industry. The sale of Elvis Presley's recording contract to colonel Tom Parker and RCA Records is a moment that changed musical history and this album, the result of that sale, is necessary listening for anyone that cares even a little bit about popular music. Elvis is non negotiable. You can't talk about Rome without talking about Caesar and you can't talk about popular music without talking about Elvis.

#smashing pumpkins #snoop dogg #janet jackson #brian eno #bob dylan #roxy music #santana #bill withers #elvis presley #500 album gauntlet

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balladofthewhitehorse · 2 years

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Welcome to tumblr, you were already here probably but still, what appearance hcs do you have

I was, but I appreciate the welcome anyway! :) As for appearance HCs, I will be focusing on Ireland, England, Wales and Scotland here as this blog *mostly* focuses on those four (some more than others) so if you have requests or asks about specific countries, let me know. Appearance HCs are not my strongest suit, I'll confess right off the bat, so bear with me. Ireland is about 5''6, and I've always pictured her as being on the skinnier side, more lean than anything else; Someone who represents a hare more than anything else. Whether this is the after-effects of the Blight, Ireland does not tend to say and it's widely known that she would rather focus on what is ahead of her. She has warm hazel eyes, with small flecks of green in this iris - and finds it decidedly amusing when most presume that she has green eyes. Her hair is auburn in hue with faint silvery hair here and there. It tends to be done up most of the time, though when she does wear it down, it comes below her shoulder-blades and there will usally be done up in a braid or in a bun. She is quite pale (I mean, what sun exists over there?) with a smattering of freckles across her cheek and shoulders, and down her arms which only gets more intense when it is sunny. Not too disimilar to Scotland, who tends towards a more broad-shouldered and towering frame at 6''1, though he often walks around slightly hunched over, all too aware and self-conscious of his height. Scotland has pale-ginger hair with a grey streak on the sides - giving him a more silvered appearance than anything else. Slightly stout, he has a pair of quite strong arms and I must say, if anything, just picture Scotland as someone who can give you the best bear hugs. He's strong and sturdy and has the vibes of the teacher you accidentally called 'dad'. His eyes are a greyish-blue, France having once described it as looking 'much like the sea that rings your cliffs'. Scotland prefers to just call it greyish-blue, but he appreciated the metaphor. Scotland tends to look rather ruddy-cheeked most of the time, given how much time he spends outdoors tending to his garden. While not as tanned as the likes of Portugal or Spain, it is quite clear that Scot catches the sun, in a way; He's a hard-worker and it tends to show. England while always on the stockier side like Scotland, has tended towards being more plump in recent years. He supposes it's a good thing, given its a sign he's not had to do anything more strenuous than a vigorous hike; A sign that he's not had to go fighting someone again, though a direct mention of it still rankles England a little. He is still strong, he insists and no, his sweet tooth had nothing to do with it. He stands at roughly 5''8 and is all too annoyed that he doesn't quite have that extra couple of inches to catch up to Scotland. His hair is a scruffy mousy-brown with grey-ish flecks and recently, he's tried growing it out; A bad downward spiral that lead to poor management of his hair which led to shaving it out, but England's trying to have some semblance of taking care of himself these days - and nobody can take it from him, even if it's still not the most tidy. His eyes are similar to Scotland's, being blue - though on the odd occassion people have sworn it is in-fact green. Privately, England hopes it is the former, but refuses to elaborate. England looks rather pale in comparison to Scotland, and similarly to Ireland, he has a few very light freckles on his nose and cheek; But that is all. Wales is probably the closest to England in appearance, with fair skin and dark-brown hair; She stands at 5''6 and has a rather pear-shaped body in comparison to England, though she is much slimmer compared to him. Wales wears her hair shorter in comparison to Ireland, cut just below her jawline and tends to have it done up most of the time. They all have various scars/disabilities, and I will list down the most prominent one or notable ones (not always from battle or visible, just the most noteworthy or important):

England is missing his left arm and two fingers from his right hand.

Scotland has a missing canine and a slightly crooked leg.

Ireland has a severe scar across her chest.

Wales has a torn ear and faint burn-scars around her wrist.

England has a large burn scar on his shoulder to his collarbone.

Scotland has a pair of top-surgery scars.

Ireland is deaf as a result of meningitis when she was at her most weakest. As such she predominantly signs, though she can talk.

Wales has a scar on her back from when she was run over by a horse.

#hws england #hws scotland #hws ireland #hws wales #aph england #aph scotland #aph wales #aph ireland

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yuusishi · 1 year

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Project twisted brainrot part six(the fixation is still strong):

25ji Malleus who somehow also unintentionally dominates the more cute themes(he's adorable, what can i say)

25ji Leona who usually puts a lot of raw anger into his songs, and then one day just hits everyone with something slow and emotional(*cough* saisei) and everyone gets the most insane whiplash

VBS Epel who nobody expected to dominate the more intense vibes

LEECH TWINS IN LEO/NEED, NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE

OMG MALLEUS IN THAT ONE CARD SET WHERE IT WAS ALL BRIGHT COLORS AND KANADE HAD THOSE CAT EAR HEADPHONES I FORGOT THE NAME OF IT.

It took me a while to figure out what Saisei was cuz I only knew it as Reborn 💀💀 BUT LEONA COVERING A SONG LIKE THAT AND SURPRISING ALL THE OTHER TWST X 25JI MEMBERS CUZ THEY DIDN’T KNOW LEONA COULD MANAGE SUCH A SLOW SONG (ESPECIALLY WITH THE HIGH PITCHED PORTION).

I KNOW VBS Epel has one of the strongest stage presences out of the entire unit even with Jamil, Sebek, and Silver there cuz no one expect that a tiny 16 year old can manage those moves and those songs so it always takes audiences by surprise.

OKAY BUT BUT JADE BEING ON THE KEYBOARD OR GUITAR THEN FLOYD ON THE DRUMS⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

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deadlydelicious · 5 months

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book ask time babe! 3, 6, 13, 20 <3

Right, here we go. I'll preface this by saying i've read 24 books this year, but it wasn't nearly as good of a reading year as 2022. I had a lot of meh 3 star reads this year, but still, for your perusal my dear.

if anyone is curious about the book asks, find them here, and feel free to drop your own ask.

3. What were your top five books of the year?

Wylding Hall by Elizabeth Hand

Hands down my favorite book of the year, and one of my new favorite books of all time. Its actually prompted me to start looking into reading more horror. This story is told through a series of interviews with a band about the events surrounding the recording of their world famous album decades ago, sort of like Daisy Jones. The hook question here though is 'what happened to the lead singer' as we come to understand that at some point during this whirlwind recording summer while they're all shacking up in this creepy old mansion, the lead singer Julian disappeared from his locked bedroom and was never seen again. Its very short, and I listened to it as a audiobook and they went the extra mile of having different voice actors for each band member which added to the immersion. Highly recommend for those who want a spooky book that won't leave you traumatized.

2. In Memorium by Alice Winn

Possibly the most devastating book i've ever read, this book tackles an MLM romance on the highly realistic backdrop of WW1. The romance between the two leads- childhood friends who went to the same exclusive boarding school- is secondary to the brutality of the trenches and the harrowing emotional and mental toll it takes. You need a strong stomach to read this as Winn pulls no punches describing the filth and gore of trench-warfare. There were numerous times in this book where I was gut-punched by sudden character deaths, or off-hand references to upcoming battles which I knew turned out to be massacres. I recommend it, but know that it is a highly emotional reading experience. It will completely grip you by the heart, and you'll likely need to unwind with a fluffy rom-com after (like i did)

3. Innate Magic by Shannon Fey

This was an odd book, a sort of quirky story set in a 40s/50s world were practicing certain types of artificer magic are part of the economy, but having innate magic is highly illegal. The main character Paul is a bisexual magical tailor with an innate magic blessing/curse on him that makes him instantly likeable, but incapable of committing violence- which is a problem as he is a major shit-stirrer. I'll admit, most of the book feels like its juggling 3 completely separate plots before finally managing to weave them together, but what makes this book so good is how real Paul is as a character, and the relationship between him and his chosen-brother Thomas. Its very pulpy, pretty tropey, and definitely not going to win any awards, but I couldn't help but love it. Massive content warning for the conclusion though, out of nowhere we get an INTENSELY gory scene of someone being skinned alive which honestly turned my stomach to read. Read at your own discretion

4. The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez

The weirdest book I have ever read, this tells the story of two warriors trying to escort the captured moon goddess to safety while her monstrous demigod sons pursue her. I can tell you that's the plot, but it does not encapsulate the expirience of reading this book, which is told to you in the format of a man experiencing this story as a myth from his childhood that he is now watching as a theater production in his dreams. The vibes in this book are unlike anything I have ever read, and I recommend it if only because it made me feel like I was rediscovering the way in which books and stories could be constructed.

5. If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio

This is a bit cheeky because I actually read it late last year, but it has sat in my brain like a lingering smoke since then, far more than some other things I read in 2023. I love a dark academia when its used as a genre, not an aesthetic (more on that in q13), and this book nails that gut clench of desperation, pressure, an hedonistic opportunity that hits in university, and the added layer of it being an arts program made it really hit home for me because you have all these people wringing themselves dry for their art, aware that their best friends are also potentially their professional competition, a mood that I'm very familiar with have graduated from an art school with a similar high intensity environment.

BONUS Picture Book Pick (because I'm me) - The Comet by Joe Todd-Staton - A very sweet story about the struggle for a parent and child to connect in a busy world with some truly gorgeous illustrations from Joe Todd-Stanton

6. Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

Godly Heathens by H. E. Edgmon

This only recently released so I've not got my hands on it yet, but it sounds like it has all the ingredients to be one of my favorites- nonbinary main character written by a queer author, Goddess of Death as the villain, the main romance between reincarnated godly lovers who maybe used to be evil? This one is top of my TBR

Lavender House by Lev Ac Rosen

Good old gumshoe detective story where the mystery takes place in a house that acts as a safe haven for queer people in the homophobic 1950's. The second one in the series came to my attention earlier this year, so I had to add book 1 to my TBR

Absynthe by Brendan P. Bellecourt

Everyone knows i'm a sucker for decopunk, and a story set in an alternate history version of the 1920's where Absynthe sometimes has the strange side effect of giving you magic powers leading to a hi-stakes political intrigue plot? Sign me up. I received this one for christmas, and its been patiently waiting on my shelf for a full year.

13. What were your least favorite books of the year?

Catherine House by Elizabeth Thomas- This book made me legitimately angry about how bad it was. A meandering waste of text that claimed to be dark academia, but really it was just using it a university campus as set dressing for a story about...something? It could ever seem to decide if it was about unethical medical experiments on students, cult indoctrination, or (as it turned out in the end) a modern retelling of Bluebeard. either way it just felt like the author was throwing a bunch of wet spaghetti at the wall, hoping something would stick and congeal into a 'dark academia story' without spending a minute thinking through how to get there. Also highly egregious- I've seen literal rocks with more personality and drive than the main character. If i wasn't such a stubborn bastard I would have DNF'd it. Do Not Recommend

20. What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

I have to admit I don't tend to keep track of upcoming releases unless its an author or series i'm actively following. I took a long break from reading in my early - mid 20s, so i'm enjoying playing catchup and reading books that I may have missed when they first hit shelves. I will say this year I finally read House in the Cerulean Sea, which I found a bit disappointingly lackluster, but that coming up for next year though I am really looking forward to The Mars House from Natasha Pulley

#book asks #stardustandash

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lovecolibri · 1 year

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SaL anon here friend and while KR may try and very well might suck the joy out of the rest of this season I refuse to let her take away the joy of this last episode, so its song time!! And in honor of the lovely, poignant Chim and Ravi storyline this episode, I think we should talk about The Projectionist. Admittedly I honed in on this one because Chim's "hand it off" to Ravi gave me strong "we're leaving our shadows behind us now" vibes, but the closure they both got definitely felt summed up nicely by "makes us brave again". There start of this one made me think of Chimney Begins, and the "truth is heavier than fiction" struck hard for him and Ravi's story (which for some reason happened entirely off screen and was never mentioned 😠😠😠), so hope you enjoy this one too!!

Also no regrets on you roping me into 911!! Its been frustrating lately but its also has been gratifying seeing what a well thought out drama can be, especially in a wee woo show which normally wouldn't be on my radar. And like you said, we survived RNM and while I may have a lot to bitch about in these last 2 seasons, it hasn't reached that level of terrible with the incredible speed RNM managed it to. Actually now that I think of it all (Eddie getting sidelined reminding me of Alex, Buck's reconned growth being like Michael, BT drug on even though it was painful to watch exactly like you know what, the constant praise of L and inserting her where she isn't needed....) bestie I think I know where KR gets her "ideas" from (hopefully I didn't just totally corrupt our song post)!!

Oh I'm glad you've got a song for me because I am very busy trying to be "I do not see, I do not perceive" about this new woman but naturally no one ever tags for anything so the constant stream of "oh god, they're soooo cute together! She's soooo pretty! I don't mind if we don't get Buddie if he's with her!" (while knowing zero things about what kind of person she is beyond her looks. How very progressive and feminist of you 🙄)

ANYWAY, I started on a fic, wrote some smut for the first time ever, and I'm getting ready to go chill and work on puzzles and paint my nails. Agreed that this show still is able to deliver sometimes which is more than we ever got with RNM after that last episode of season 1 tanked things and never recovered, so at least there's that!

So in the spirit of focusing on the good stuff, lets talk about Ravi and Chim!

When I was young, I fell in love with story With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory The theatre lights dim and all goes quiet In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest

This is such a good song because it's all about the love of movies and storytelling which is SO good for Chim since we know he's a movie buff! I'm also thinking of little baby Ravi being so sick who probably spent a lot of time in hospital beds, watching movies and imagining being somewhere else. BRB gotta go cry about that for a minute. Also, the idea of falling in love with the last minute save and them both having jobs that are intense and they have seconds to save people, and how this show has a foundation of hope and that light shining through even when things look dark and hopeless.

When hands are tied and clocks are ticking An audience convinced: we're leaning in Holding our breath again Just when we thought the game was over The music lifts and our dying soldier lives And we breathe a sigh of relief we’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now. we’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now.

This ties into the hope of the show too, of us the audience holding our breaths through these rescues and breathing a sigh of relief with the character when they pull off a save. But I'm also thinking about holding my breath through Ravi's story and how he thought he was pulling off this heroic save, but not only did he lose a child, he save the man that was trying to kill his kids. He didn't get to have that sigh of relief and he's still be holding his breath this whole time until Chim lets him know it's okay to breathe again.

I love that talk with Chim and Ravi and you're right it fits so perfectly with that last line, and learning to leave those shadows behind so they can work on saving the next one.

but even dust was made to settle and if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different? i guess we give what we’ve been given: a family tree so very good at giving up when we’ve had enough. though truth is heavier than fiction, gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape. and it makes us brave again and it makes us brave again and it makes us brave.

I love that line “even dust was made to settle/and if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different?” like, nature is pulling everything to settle and you need to accept it and let the shadow go and settle in the with dust where you belong. AND THEN!! You have that brilliant line “I guess we give what we’ve been given: a family tree so very good at giving up when we’ve had enough” like !!! That’s Chim!! He has this family that just gave up on trying to deal with him, and he finally, to protect himself, gave up on trying to reach out to them. And even now, we see that he’s trying to let the hurt go, but he’s not expending any more energy on that relationship. But compare that with Chim and his firefam and his job! He NEVER gives up! He pushes back against a bad captain to make sure Hen has a place, he pushes Hen and Karen because he knows how good they are for each other, he pushes Buck and Bobby, he goes after Maddie because he knows that she needs some space but she also needs to know that he is right there waiting for her when she’s ready.

Then of course you have that whole “truth is heaver than fiction” bit which strikes me as Chim having to pull back from the “movie” aspect of the job (something that inspired Buck to join as well and a lesson he also had to learn) because it’s not always easy to brush off when the perfect movie save doesn’t happen and a patient it lost. It’s not always easy when the one you save is the one that was hurting the one who didn’t make it. But facing that truth, letting it be heavy, letting it carry weight and learning to not let the weight drag you down, is what it means to be brave and do the job.

so we’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now. we’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now. and it makes us brave again and it makes us brave. we’re leaving, we’re leaving ‘em all behind for now.

I love this song, I just listened to it the other day and it was such a good one for this week! Chim and Ravi’s conversations really felt like them making the choice to be brave and leave those shadows behind and I love love loved seeing Ravi welcomed back to the firefam with open arms. This episode was a real highlight this season for me, so I’m so happy we got to talk about a song for this one. All the love for Chim and Ravi!

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#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #911 spoilers #sleeping at last #the projectionist #howie han #ravi panikkar

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