#society if we got more projects with these two together ....

[tsnbrainrot]

The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (2009) dir. Terry Gilliam

↳ Heath Ledger & Andrew Garfield

#y'all knew i was gonna make this post #content made for me in a lab etc etc #the imaginarium of doctor parnassus #andrew garfield #heath ledger #i love them both sm 💔💔 #society if we got more projects with these two together .... #(lowkey me fancasting this novel i'm working on uh..... what who said that ?? 🫣🫣)

[ventismacchiato]

41 behind the lens — truth or drink !

scaramouche x g!n reader

you and scara get asked to go on the youtube talk show ‘truth or drink’, where you ask eachother a series of questions. if one of you decides not to answer you must take a shot instead.

welcome to truth or drink! celebrity couples will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot!

Scara immediately starts pouring himself a shot.

You: we haven’t even started yet!

how long have you both been together?

Scara: about five years

You: five long years

Scara: go fuck yourself?

how did you both get together? did you two secretly pretend to hate each other online? everyone is dying to know!

You start reaching for the bottle but Scara yanks it away from you.

Scara: go on, answer it baby

You: do i have to?

Scara: if you don’t then i will

You: fine. basically i fell for scara before i knew he was a popular streamer, he was just a classmate from my photography class. the day after our first date is when i found out he was the balladeer.

Scara: and you continued to date me and not tell me you were my mortal enemy!

You: he’s still petty about this as you can see

when did he find out you were stardust?

You: a month later i think? after we went to paris for twitch con?

Scara: i need a drink just listening to this

worst thing you both experienced after doing your face reveal years ago?

Scara: no more alone time, i couldn’t even go for a walk without people recognizing me

You: also college was so weird after, i remember professors would play my videos after and ask if that was me. like obviously it is?

Scara: also so many photos, couldn’t even go to a public bathroom without people trying to photograph my dick

You: thankfully it’s died down since then

how often do you guys have sex?

Scara: it used to be every other day

You: but then we got real people jobs like acting and directing and now it’s less

Scara: a shame

most public place you’ve have sex?

You and Scara both share a look.

You: okay, i’ll divulge one place that’s not too bad. his trailer on his most recent project

Scara silently takes a shot.

have you ever considered breaking up?

This time it’s your turn to take the bottle away from Scara.

Scara: i wasn’t serious about it, but i have thought about it

You: tell them how many times

Scara: not my fault i have commitment issues!

have you ever cheated on one another?

Scara: they cheated on me with my alter ego

You: I TOLD YOU EVENTUALLY DIDN’T I?

what’s something about eachother the media wouldn’t believe?

You: he is so clingy, but it’s so cute

Scara: i am not

You: you’re literally playing with my foot right now

Scara: fuck off, and nobody would believe how kinky you are

You: i think you mean how kinky you are

Scara: and you’re into it so what does that say about you?

You: pour me a shot

how many sexual partners have you had?

Scara stares off to the side to count in his head.

Scara: 20?

You: the way you don’t even know

Scara: before you i just had a lot of one night stands, i was a whore

You: you still are

Scara: you’re into it

You: …unlike him i will be taking a shot for this one

have you talked about marriage?

You: tell them what you told me

Scara: marriage is a social construct, why do i have to host a big event and get down on one knee to prove i want to be with someone for the rest of my life? yn already knows i love them and now i have to get a ring and do paperwork too? society sucks

You: he’s insane, but we have talked about it

Scara: they will be proposing though

You: he’s such a princess

if you were allowed one pass, who would you sleep with?

You: wait, out of people we know?

Scara: Hm…say it on three

You: okay…1…2…3

You and Scara: Kazuha

Scara: honestly, i think he and Heizou would be down

something romantic your partner does?

You: honestly he has a lot…a recent one i found out about was when Scara buys me flowers he always keeps one for himself, so when it dies he knows when to get me a new bouquet

Scara: okay

You: awe look, he’s all shy now

how many kids do you both want if any?

Scara: i like kids but i want zero of my own

You: he compared it to a dog

Scara: that makes me sound bad! i said it’s like a dog because other people’s dogs are cute but if i had my own i would accidentally kill it

You: my blood line ends with me

if your partner was in a coma, how long would you wait for them?

Scara: a good year, maybe two if i feel like it

You: THAT’S IT?

Scara: …yeah?

You: offended you won’t wait an eternity for me and never fall in love again

Scara: my water bill will finally be normal again without you

You: such a romantic you are

how often do you two get into arguments? and what about?

You: not as much as we used to, we’re better at finding solutions and communicating

Scara: it’s usually about how busy we are due to work

You: yeah sometimes we go weeks without seeing eachother and it makes him cranky

Scara: one time they ran towards me at an airport

You: it was romantic!

Scara: i had to drop my coffee to catch you

something about marriage that scares you?

Scara pours himself a shot.

You: hey, tell me!

Scara: no thanks

You: Please?

Scara: …fine. just scared you’ll get bored eventually or realize i’m not the one

You: i’ll ever get bored of you!

Scara: we’ll see

has anyone flirted with you during a project? any fellow actors or directors?

You: sometimes people hit on him right in front of me

Scara: you’re no better, people hit on you more. literally just last week—[censored]

You: can you guys bleep that so nobody loses their job!

first impression of each other?

You: i thought he was the cutest boy in class

Scara: you’re fun to listen to

You: i talked a lot during our college days didn’t i?

Scara: you still do

You: wow…

Scara: didnt say i disliked it, idiot

one thing you would change about the other?

Scara: nothing

You: okay i feel bad about my answer

Scara: fuck you?

You: i was going to say i wish you were less of a workaholic!

Scara: i can try

how do your parents feel about your relationship?

Scara: thanks for watching, make sure to like and subscribe and comment down below-

You: sore topic as you can see

last one before we let you two go, something you love about eachother?

You: he’s going to take a shot

Scara slowly puts the bottle back down.

You: told ya

Scara: theres so many fucking people watching me right now

You: fine, i’ll go first. i like how he shows his love for me in different ways like a lot of people think hes really cold but once he gets comfortable he can be the loudest and sweetest person in the room

Scara: thanks i guess

You: look how red he is

Scara: do you want to die?

You: okay, my turn!

Scara: i like…how you make me feel safe

You: you’re so cute

Scara: die

You: i love you too

behind the lens !

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author’s notes — i thought this wud be silly so hope u enjoyed 🙏 almost free 😭😭

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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[eepywriters]

.✦°. • Birthday boy ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none, just pure fluff and simp Quackity

a/n: HI GUYS, I had to speedrun this so if it feels rushed I’m so sorry 😿 but I put heart into it so I hope y’all enjoy!!

Ah the bed, what a glorious invention. It’s comfy, fluffy, warm and, most importantly, it’s where, usually, one of the best activities it’s conducted: sleeping.

Now, Alex loves working, he does! It’s written all over his projects. The passion that drives every piece of work he makes couldn’t be as strong as it is without determination and etiquette. After all, he is indeed THE Alex Quackity, creator of the first multilingual server with live translations.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. His pounding head and aching eyes beg for rest on the daily, so it’s nice to actually give his body and his mind a moment to shut down once in a while.

A touch on his naked arm made him stir in his sleep. He groans. He wasn’t ready to let go of his sweet slumber just yet.

“Alex, baby, wake up, I’ve got something for you”.

An half-conscious grumble leaves him, which was more of acknowledgement of hearing your voice speak to him rather than an answer to whatever you were babbling about. Cause listen, as sleep deprived as he could be, nothing could separate him from his bed when he was actually set on resting.

“Baby c’mon, we can nap later”.

The soft feeling of pillowy lips pressing against his temple finally rouses him from his sleep. He sighs, a throaty, sleepy sigh, while stretching his back lightly.

“There you are baby”

The gears on Alex’s head are slowly turning as his systems finally makes sense of the world surrounding him. And while most of his mind is concentrated on your delicate hand stroking oh so lovingly his cheek, he can’t help but notice the delicious smell that was floating around the air.

He opens his eyes, now wanting to find out what exactly was making his taste buds tingle in curiosity.

Oh what a grave mistake that was.

A streak of sunlight pierces his eyes instantly, making him close them back on instinct with a weak cry.

“Noo turn off the lights” he drawls sleepily, shielding his poor, aching eyes with his arms. His mouth was still pasty from his sleep and he, quite frankly, didn’t understand what was the deal about waking him up so soon.

And then you laugh, and on a normal occasion he would’ve bite back, cause you were obviously laughing at his idiotic behavior, but he was sooo sleepy and your laugh sounded sooo pretty. (When did he go to sleep again? 2 Am?).

Slowly blinking the sleep out of his system, Alex was met with a rather endearing sight: there you stood, a cute, big grin brightening your face whilst you looked down at him with an amused gaze. He could tell you where sleepy yourself, if not by your tired eyes, by the dark circle that were adorning your features. After all, what did anyone expect from the partner of Quackity? Two sleep deprived people are better than one. (He’s not gonna delve into what seeing you standing there with only an old t-shirt of his was doing to his body).

“Good morning birthday boy”.

Oh, now he knows why you rudely (not really) woke him up.

“Hey” he mutters, scratching his crusty, tired eyes, hoping that the sleepy haze that was still clouding his mind will go away.

“Damn that’s all I get? Not even a pet name? We live in a society…” you frowned.

“Shut up” he snorts, looking back at you, just for his eyes to stop at a little red box you were holding. It is very pretty: a big yellow ribbon was tying together the bright red walls of the box, and hey, was that a duck painted on the side of it?

Before his fogged brain can even come up with a question, you are already in action.

“Stand still, your only job is to look pretty now”

He quirks a brow. He’s not sure of what you have going on today, but he’s in for it, especially since he can still smell the sweetness of the treat you’re hiding inside that box.

He sits up and his head lolls backwards onto the cupboard, giving him the perfect angle to watch you fiddling around.

“It’s rude to stare you know?”

“Mhh is it? Even when there’s something so beautiful to look at?” he replies, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you.

“You’re such a flatter” you sigh, yet he can see you hiding your smile in your arm.

You soon bring out a tray to him, which had a plate, a fork, an empty glass and a cute, pink piece of paper on top of it. You had obviously written on the paper - he could recognize your handwriting instantly in any context given - and really, it wasn’t even debatable since the paper read “Happy bday amor <3”.

He brought the paper up to his lips, leaving a soft peck on it before putting it on his nightstand. Was he dramatic with it? Yes, but he swears that when it comes to you he just can’t help himself but cherish everything you give him.

“Here you go, I hope you like it”.

You finally open the little box, reveling an adorable, tiny chocolate cake. It was simple: it was round, not more than 10 centimeters wide, and it feature a raspberry and two blueberries on top.

He licks his lips and dives into it immediately, not waiting for approval nor giving it any second thought. He chews on the cake with a satisfied hum, letting the sweet, but strong taste of chocolate invade his mouth. Again, it was really simple, but the fact that it came from you made it ten times more tasteful.

“Where did you buy this? It’s great” he says, searching for the label of the bakery on the tiny box you handed to him. Maybe later he could’ve bought some sweets for his guests there. He strangely couldn’t find it.

“Actually… I made it”.

Saying his mouth was agape would be an understatement, his jaw was on the floor.

“WHAT” he screams with his mouth still full. He did have the decency to swallow before screaming out again: “THERE’S NO WAY”.

He swears he could’ve died right there. Your shy smile and the light blush that paints your cheek enough to send his brain into override.

“Yeah, woke up early to make it today. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, I made quite the mess” you cackle to yourself, probably remembering all the ruckus you made whilst scratching your neck in embarrassment.

“Im surprised you liked it that much honestly” you trail off, insecurity dripping from your hushed tone.

Was it really though? Alex would eat anything you gave him if it followed a “I made it for you”. Yes, he was that whipped, and he isn’t ashamed of it. It always has been you, trough life and death, he knew from the moment he uttered the first “I love you” that you were his ride or die.

“You did amazing (Name)” he smiles, craning his neck just enough for you to share a sweet, short kiss.

“I can tell you worked hard for it, I’m proud of you” he whispers at mere centimeters from your face, like it’s something just for you to hear and hold dear onto. He leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth before sitting back again.

“I’m very glad you liked it” you say softly, giving him one of those genuine smiles he’d die for “BUT we got much more to do! It’s time to open your gifts!”.

You clap your hands excitedly, already scurrying off to put the tray away.

“What if I want to unwrap another type of gift” he taunts, moving his arms behind his head while wearing a sly grin. He kinda felt bad about making you do all the work, but he figures that maybe, just this once, he can let himself be babied a little.

You shake your head, looking at him with faux disappointment. Your hands found your hips as you scold him: “Cmon you horny bastard, we are going”.

“You called me a WHAT” he says in his typical high pitched voice, following after you. He catches up to you in an instant and wraps his arms around your frame, keeping you still.

“Say that again, i dare you” he threatens light heartedly.

“Nu uh”.

“Okay, you asked for it” he whispers in your ear, impossibly close.

The world went quiet. Your eyes widened.

You knew what was coming.

“No wait, we can talk ab-“

You weren’t fast enough to stop him. You signed your fate.

His hands move swiftly all around your body, wiggling his fingers on those he knew to be your weak spots. He laughs at you, laughs at your misery. Your body twitches uncontrollably and your lungs beg for air.

“S-STop FUGAHAH, oh my GOd- HAHAhH ALEX” you cry out, trashing around in his hold while he brought hell on earth on your poor body. He continues to laugh at your weak attempt to wiggle out of his grip, determined to make you regret calling him names.

“Nu uh”

Needless to say, you where among the few guests on Alex’s birthday stream, and you were also the one who had clean all of it up. Nonetheless, the afternoon was filled with laughter, a bit of alcohol, and carefree dances.

　　*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

extra:

Well cleaning up that mess was sure a challenge. You had to do 3 Tiktok browsing pauses before actually getting it done (to be honest, you did spend more time on your phone than cleaning, but you’re sure nobody will snitch on you).

Right as you put down the broom, you spot Alex coming towards you, the shit eating grin he was wearing giving away his intentions.

“Can I get my final gift now?” he speaks, using a gravelly tone that catches you off guard. It was hard to take him seriously when he still had some confettis stuck to his clothes, even though you’d be lying if you said you minded the offer.

“You moron” you laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is that a yes?” He whispers, leaving a soft peck on the crook of your neck.

“Fuck yes”.

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #birthday fic #GUYS I TRIED #im actually proud of this #speedrun it and it came out good like whaaat #nvm guys it took 6 hours #i’m so tired #not edited

[ccarrot]

just grasping at straws but Chuuya’s fighting to defend his mom and then the ability being a power enhancement type doesn’t read very well for the nature of his parents’ relationship to each other prior to him getting taken honestly.

well okay from the [[very little]] we know about Chuuya's life before the lab

His family comes from a coastal town in the San'in reigon, which. If you dont know is a long LONG ways from Yokohama

Chuuya's father was an ex military doctor but held a lot of political sway in town

His mother came from a lineage "warriors" Samaurai?? I guess. She also apparently had "the ettiquette and decorum of the upper echelons of society" i'm assuming that means she was comfortably upper class. If not, she certainly acted as it

So essentially Chuuya came from what you'd call a powerful family in a small rural town. With this in mind it's interesting to draw parallels between Chuuya's childhood circumstances and his current position as an exec of the Port Mafia alongside Mori and Kouyou (both of whom are also ex-military and Samaurai heritage respectively, like Chuuya's birth parents)

The couple had a son (chuuya) who "died" and they never had another kid since

So this part is a little weird to me and that might be because it's littered with purposeful ambiguities. For ex. Asagiri describes Chuuya's father as "now a kindhearted doctor" and follows it immediately with "but that wasn't the whole story." What a strange choice right? Because the rest of that point speaks about his past and political influence rather than his personal character BUT the follow up and the use of "now" in some way implies he wasn't alway's "kindhearted."

Another oddity that should also stick out to you, "He got caught up in a war." A war? A. We know that Chuuya like most of the bsd cast in this era was a child of war. We know that the Arahabaki project was running during the later years of The Great War. But Asagiri said "a war" so obviously there's a double meaning to that otherwise he would have saide "the war." This line is followed directly by the story of how young Chuuya got his graphite scar. He was an "unruly child" he adamantly defended his parents, he didnt flinch when he got attacked. The kid was a fighter. He had something to prove and he had a need to defend. That was a war that he got caught up in.

But why was kid chuuya a fighter? Well that's where we can start heading into inferences territory. I don't think there will ever be a certain answer to what caused chuuya's ability to manifest and what his past was really like but you can fill in some of the blanks surrounding that question:

Chuuya's father is an ex-military doctor. So he likely operated on the field during the wartimes. There's a good chance he wasn't around much while Chuuya was growing up

Him being a military doctor also puts him in a *very similar* circle as two other noteworthy miltary doctors in bsd canon who also have close ties to Chuuya: Mori and N (worthwile mention that irl Kensuke Kashimura apparently admired irl Ougai Mori)

Around this time is also when Mori's dossier on incorporating ability users into the war effort was approved. And thus probably when N began his project. In general it wouldnt be far fetched to assume the Special Division started growing in prominence more during the war

So back to Chuuya and his mom, they were likely living alone together with his father off at war. and therefore he probably taken a lot after his mother

Chuuya's mother is from a warrior heritage and maintains the elegance of such. She's probably a very honor bound woman and instilled the importance of honor and respect into her son. And also y'know, the warriors spirit or whatever.

Coupled with the fact that the Nakaharas(????) Are a prominent family in a small village where most citizen know and therefore probably gossip about them, young honor-bound Chuuya could have felt incentivized to defent his parents - even to the point of violence- regardless of the accuracy of the claims

But its also a stretch to assume that young Chuuya's "unruly" behaviour isn't indicative of instablilty or agression at home...

Either way something happened to young Chuuya for him to gain an ability.

We know that Chuuya was taken to the lab sometime after age 6 -> he went to elementary school

We know that the photo with Chuuya and N happened in the reigion (not near the research base in Yokohama) meaning that N knew Chuuya *before* he was in the lab

So N certainly had to know Chuuya's parents. Whether that be because of ties to the father throught the military or is a relative of some kind (assuming N didn't lie about his name being Nakahara).

In the photo, young Chuuya's face is described as "confusion" the poor kid probably had no idea what was happening.

Anyways, back to terrible implications. Chuuya's parents MAY have sent him with N. Knowingly.

Picture this: their young son has suddenly devoloped a dangerous, self destructive ability. If he really did develop an enhancement poer, then there's no ability users for it to work on other than himself. So an accident happens... Chuuya's parents contact an associate who is currently researching self contraticting abilities to somehow help their son. Of course N readily agrees

But N has the perfect research subject. He's not ready to let him go. So Chuuya's death gets faked and that's how the story ends for his parents.

So. There's no solid proof about what could have happened during Chuuya's childhood, and this entire post could be me feeling crazy and overanalyzing. But Asagiri loves telling stories through implications so it's up to you on how to interpret them.

#carrot is putting on her literary analysis hat on today. anything to talk abt bsd stormbringer. #idk its also worth reading up abt some fo the character's namesakes #its interesting to see where parallels can be drawn the irl authors and their counterparts. #this is a whole post of me being slightly insane over somewhat logical narrative implications tho.

[david-talks-sw]

The fact that Dave Filoni called Anakin “the greatest Jedi ever” is proof that he’s bias AF. His anti-Jedi rhetoric is bupkis.

I wonder if he means "the greatest" in terms of in-universe fame...?

Dunno if this is the case in Canon (then again Dave Filoni blatantly ignores any *non-motion* transmedia elements in Canon so meh), but in Legends he's:

"Anakin Skywalker, the Hero with no Fear™, handsome, dashing, the face of the Republic's army during the Clone War, the only Jedi who tried to resist the nefarious Order's coup and was treacherously murdered for it".

And I seem to remember that, in Canon, he's like the Jedi Temple's superstar anyway, every Jedi recognizes him on sight. I mean, that line from Baylon about "Anakin speaking highly of Ahsoka" must have some meaning beyond artificial personal stakes.

So from a fame and a "power level" standpoint... sure.

He's the greatest.

I'm giving Filoni the benefit of the doubt.

While I've talked about why Filoni's entire headcanon about the Jedi doesn't track with what George Lucas' intended narrative, I think it's worth acknowledging that Filoni's bias comes from part of his duties while directing The Clone Wars was.

One of the goals of TCW was humanizing Anakin, expanding upon his character make him go from "a character whose only purposes is to embody the themes presented in three movies based on the matinee serial format" to a relatable person, a good man, the hero Ben mentions to Luke in A New Hope.

I think it's normal that he'll see Anakin in a more positive light.

Also (and full disclosure this is just me theorizing I am no authority on any of this so if turns out I'm wrong just come right out and say so)...

I'm pretty sure that Filoni, Lesley Headland and most of the recent Star Wars authors are all Gen X, raised by baby boomers forced to conform to society, obey authority and have proper decorum (boys don't cry!) all of which they strove to rebel against. Add to that the corruption they witnessed growing up and coming out of high school, and you see a kind of jadedness emerge. "The rules aren't as black and white, the world is grey."

So while most of them and the boomers despised the Prequels upon release, a few of them projected a more individualistic headcanon onto those movies that fit with where their head was, at the time.

As such: Anakin isn't interpreted by them as a cautionary tale about what happens when you're greedy. He's a misunderstood rebel, a non-conformist who has his flaws but is ultimately good at heart. Which isn't entirely inaccurate, but it is very clearly an embellishment of a character who will one day become a space nazi.

The fact is... the Prequels were made by a boomer. One with very liberal values and who was himself a rebel, but a boomer all the same. The whole point of his story is...

"we all must come together and fight as one, if push comes to shove; we must all be compassionate and selfless if we are to survive; don't be greedy, let people go when it's their time to leave".

And then he makes the Jedi say that, making them beacons of truth and good and compassion in his fairy tale, now aimed at Gen Z kids.

Gen X-ers hear/read that and project all the boomer BS they had been told onto the Jedi...

"oh, so the Jedi are saying you shouldn't love yourself, you shouldn't be yourself, you should give up on what makes you an individual to fit in, you shouldn't feel any emotions"

Because nobody is that good, realistically, right?

This happened in other mediums. The one that comes to mind on the spot is the relationship between Mufasa and Scar.

In The Lion King, Mufasa is strong and noble, Scar is weak and conniving. Simple enough. Around that same time, in A Tale of Two Brothers, young Mufasa is shown to be pretty nice with Taka (Scar), who is framed as a spoiled brat to begin with.

Skip to the 2019 remake, and it's hinted Mufasa gave Scar his wound, and in The Lion Guard they explain that Scar got his nickname from Mufasa mocking him for a misadventure.

He went from being a noble king to a bully who had it coming, Scar is an underdog who got picked on. Because again: nobody is that pure, right? Fairytales be-damned.

Nothing is black and white, it's all grey.

So yeah, long story short I do think that Filoni being part of the generation that wasn't the target demographic but was old enough to retcon the crap out of the Prequels also plays a role into his view of Anakin.

#made it too long #i beg someone with actual knowledge on the subject either confirm or deny any of the above #QnA #Anakin Skywalker #long post #dave filoni

[sukunasun]

TANGLED WEB | SPIDERMAN 2099 GETO SUGURU X READER

"i'm worried about you," you said to him then. it's not that there's anything wrong with him. flaky, yes. forgetful, sometimes. but it's starting to become increasingly clear that he's not all he seems to be.

suguru moves around his lab with soft, padded steps as the room is slowly lit by a hundred holographic screens. he's programmed it that way so it doesn't spook him. he hasn't had a good night's sleep in the last ten years. well, maybe forever actually, but he's stopped counting the all-nighters.

jumping from universe to universe does that to you, where time becomes a jumbled mess of past, present, and future. doesn't help that more of them explode into being each day. he's seen himself as a child in one and an old man in another, happily easing himself into his lazy chair while his beautiful wife grumbles on about how he needs to exercise more or his limbs will start creaking.

that one hurts a little too much he'll admit. would rather not think about a life where he'd been happy and perfectly content. instead, he taps on a few buttons by a console, sifting through screens, and moving windows out of the way with a swipe of his hand. news footage, maps, weapon inventory, plans and projects he's left on hold, some of them dating back years before he ever resorted to this life—bringing about order to chaos. there was no swinging from death-defying heights, no bank robbery chases and saving cats from trees, no...putting the multiverse back together, piece by fragmented piece.

his fingers grasp at the spandex of his mask, tugging it loose til his skin feels that familiar brush of fresh air. letting his hair fall down his shoulders and back, breathing a sigh of relief when he feels the tension leaving his scalp.

a video plays before him, lighting up his face from the dim. he remembers recording it at your wedding dress fitting. it wasn't necessary he told you, the dress, the rings, the reception, thinking he'd been above all these ritualistic traditions. now it's all he holds onto really, standing by the same spot, with the same video playing on a loop.

"sorry, it's been a while," he speaks, his roughened voice echoing around the walls. he makes a motion with his fingers and the video blows up in size. pixels painting a picture of your smiling face, a soft, love-filled gaze focused on him. or it seems that way. back when you still loved him anyway.

"hey," you say, a little self-conscious, "do we have to do this?" palming the material of your dress nervously, your engagement ring twinkling. he feels the phantom weight of the one he used to wear on his finger all the time. so much so that he rubs a thumb over the empty space, feeling only his suit there. 

he's removed his voice from the clip, only because it allows him to talk to you—at least some semblance of it—like he does now, "not if you don't want to...i just miss you is all," he replies.

"what kind of an answer is that?" his heart clenches at your laugh ringing through. a younger him would have said something funny when he should have been better with his words. should have told you how beautiful you were, how much you meant to him. but they always get caught in his throat. 

he's ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of other spidermans surrounding him behind these walls and any of them could waltz right in. watching the tough leader of spider society talk to an old tape of his ex-wife. they'd see just how...lonely he is.

two of them sit in a corner somewhere doing whatever task he's given them for the day. and they know there's nothing they could do about it. because he's got an oh-so-impossible plan of rewriting the canon. changing the outcome. for this is not up to technology or anything that isn't you and your wish to love him again.

and if he knows anything about multiverse travel, is that it's heartbreaking. how often he's lived in different shoes, loving a different you every time. multiple lifetimes, occurrences, origins, and resolutions. reliving the first time he held your hand, the first kiss, the first time he took you in his college dorm, how it was awkward and messy, but he'd cradled you in his arms when your body was a sweaty, blissed-out mess after, the expression on your face so rewarding he couldn't feel the sting of the scratch marks you've left all over his back.

you were hot to the touch one moment, a rousing sight, perfect in every way. and then you were cold, losing all colour, and grasping at him with your final breath seconds later. suguru realizes he was no longer in the comfort of an old junky room but on a street corner. buildings crumbling and him barely withstanding the weight of rubble on his back. his naked skin now in his suit drenched with blood. he swore it was just a glitch, but he saw with his very eyes, each of his timelines colliding and ripping apart, each tangent leading back to his inevitable loss. losing everything. losing you.

so they keep working on it. and he keeps watching you on a screen. shrugging and slumping his body and averting his eyes away because he can't bear to face you. always guilty and for what, he doesn't exactly know. can't pinpoint the moment he felt you slip through his fingers. only that he couldn't be the person you needed him to be.

"pathetic right?" he says, timing it right for the moment you reply with a—

"i forgive you," you say, hand reaching out to his. and he pauses the video there, placing his own hand against the screen and watching it glitch when his fingers make a hole through the display, plunging through and feeling only emptiness in return. at the very least, it buzzes around his form and it feels warm, but it's nothing compared to the way you'd hold him.

"promise?" he whispers, knowing you won't reply, and that the answer is already there. but he pulls his hand away, rewinds it, and starts all over again.

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he still dreams about you. on the rare occasions he does manage to fall asleep.

but they're not scenes and sounds he's conjuring up, a random bunch of no-names his consciousness collected throughout the day, hazy blobs of red and blue. it's only ever one thing. a moment from his past he can't let go off.

vividly he sees you standing in the rain. in nothing but a pair of jeans and a tshirt. huff . huff.  his breaths are labored. here in the cold of night, they puff out in short gasps of white.

it all feels so real. in the flesh. in his suit. hanging upside down on what appears to be tangled strands of webbing in his grasp. body covered in black spandex, red covering the pads of his hands and feet, thick lines spanning across broad shoulders and chest, an angular pattern of a spider sitting right in the middle.

"so tell me spiderman...you've got a million eyes and ghastly fangs?" cupping his head gently, you're fingers move on their own accord. thumbs caressing over the material, feeling the flat planes and deep grooves of his features. a strong nose, soft cheeks...shaping and sculpting him in your mind's eye.

"go ahead," he whispers, his voice hoarse and ...desperate, "take it off and find out..." screw it, he thinks, he can have this, just this once. he's allowed to. it's just a dream anyway. spiderman is everything he's not. he's done more with the suit on than when it was left crumpled and untouched in his closet.

tugging at his mask, the hem starts to peel away from his neck. sliding and stretching over his throat. tucking folds moving upwards with every pull. pale skin revealed, now blooming red the moment you ease it over his adam's apple, over the cut of his jaw, and finally the edge grazes past his lips.

he gasps. mouth parting with every exhale, his fangs retracting and peeking from beneath, his chest rising and falling in time with his rapid breaths, his thumping heart. "thank you, for saving me," you whisper, before pressing your lips to his, feeling them part as his tongue slips inside the warmth of your mouth. fuck, this is exhilarating. even though it could just be from the last time he kissed you, the taste of you is unlike any other, forever etched in his memory.

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"i'm worried about you," you said to him then. it's not that there's anything wrong with him. flaky, yes. forgetful, sometimes. but it's starting to become increasingly clear that he's not all he seems to be.

in that restaurant you like—the one serving the huge rice bowls and unlimited tea refills—you eyed the new injury he's gotten that week. he should have tried to hide it at least. but scarily enough, it was probably the best his efforts could afford. it'd been a bruise on his cheek, no bigger than a few centimeters, and knuckles so raw, so red, the skin splits down the middle of those nubby slopes.

"it's really fine," he brushes you off and you noticed the slight wince in his expression, giving it away. if he were better at acting you wouldn't catch how his arms rested on the table, placing most of his weight on it and shielding his torso from you. just underneath his shirt, two broken ribs sealed themselves back beneath skin and muscle at a snail's pace, a bullet wound in his shoulder closed up inch by inch. felt the dermis stitching itself back segment by segment in circular motions.

you sighed heavily. he didn't miss the disappointment laced in your features. "i think we should break up, you're...hiding things from me." a part of him knew it was coming, but where does he even begin. he's left these things out for a reason. spiderman doesn't have a place in all this. that...version of himself is his own burden to bear.

geto suguru was your boyfriend, unmasked and uncovered. the one who has a strict hair care routine and likes spending his time cooped up in a lab. less mad scientist and more aloof inventor who's dedicated his life to a cause. he's charming, intelligent, and sexier than he should be—"are you sure you're not lying to me about your job? i don't think researchers do pull-ups at work," you squeeze at the swell of his arms in wonder, palms pressed into his pecs, admiring the bulk, the brawn, down the curve of his slim little waist.

geto however, can only blush. chuckling to himself nervously whilst grateful the cut of muscles is enough to distract you.

you've mentioned it once or twice. that it's just a bonus he's so hot, the real appeal is where on most days he's dorky....disheveled. and so captivating. drooping eyebags kissing the steam wafting from his mug, coffee today, because he needs the extra boost. how he's scratching at his toothpaste-stained shirt while a blanket hangs over his head in the mornings. when warm light hits just right, you notice the alluring streak of silver hairs, shining against dark locks. swooping and silky. oh how does stress look this lustrous...this indulgent. trotting about his messy kitchen with a lazy, drowsy gait.

"where the fuck is it," he mumbles, noisily wading through last night's clutter for..."my thingy!" he exclaims. because everything's a 'thingy' at this hour. when his brain is still fuzzy and he's got no energy. he's brandishing what happens to be a teaspoon like he's found the holy grail. and yes, it is that important because "this teaspoon isn't like any other teaspoon, it's actually perfectly accurate in measuring the amount of sugar i like," he's so particular.

sometimes he goes back there, he'd swing past heavy traffic and crowded streets from below. a route he knows by heart. by instinct. awed and frightened faces alike, feasting their eyes upon a masked man and his reflected grief in skyscraping windows. regrets when he'd been fighting crime and it slipped his mind. he promises he'll be early from now on, hoping to see you waiting for him by that same table and maybe this time, you wouldn't want to end things.

#ANGST. be warned. #sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto fic #geto suguru fic #my taste in men is hot villain with a cause. bonus is hes got broad shoulders and the strength of ten men. #spiderman suguru

[druidshollow]

infodumping about rain world ancient ocs- about that ask i just answered

just in case the incredible @inkycorvid wanted me to talk about my ancient ocs instead of my ancient headcanons im making a post talking about my idiot guys in a very annoying structure. gotta cover all my bases

MANY SMALL "FLOWERS", ONE QUICK GLANCE

he/him, bisexual, sometimes has beard barbells sometimes doesn't. middle aged (in genetically modified to live for a longass time terms), very much divorced. admin to eleven rivers, not very nice to eleven rivers.

HOW TO IDENTIFY A FLOWERS IN THE WILD:

-like never smiles, always looks either pissed off or miserable

-his mask is very wedge-shaped. big karma 10 symbols on sides

-practically every time red is used in the context of my rain world ocs it relates to him. either symbolically or literally. see red highlights???? probably flowers' fucking fault!!

-two strands of hair always fall in face

-wears wrappings often. once my bf said he probably wouldnt get divorced so hard if he wasnt dressed like a weird mummy

-no left ear

COOL FLOWERS FACTS

-comes from a considerably privileged background. family had incredibly high expectations

-traumatized by everlasting fire's attack and afraid of iterators. will not enter a puppet chamber unless entirely necessary

-creates strong emotional attachments and reacts to rejection with self-isolation and bitterness

-late game, before he begins his plan to demolish eleven rivers and ascend himself but after the twins are awake he begins drinking an unhealthy amount and projecting his anger all over the place, especially towards rivers

-likes vultures. thinks they're crazy neat

-does not and can not have any comprehension of the ramifications his douchebaggery will bring about in the future (huge rammies. absolutely massive rammies)

-becomes an echo when he tries to ascend. his echo sits right snug over eleven rivers' chamber!

FLIGHT TO THE SUN, HOMEWARD "DESCENT"

she/her, bisexual, sometimes wears fancy shinies on her hair. middle aged in modified to live a very long time terms. flowers' ex wife. doing WAY better than him. admin to a fleck of flame, very nice to a fleck of flame.

HOW TO IDENTIFY A DESCENT IN THE WILD:

-blue, cream stripes, frills on upper back

-short face, short hair, short body. short

-walks with cane after everlasting fire's attack

-implant in right ear later game, ear still there

-does in fact smile! makes lots of smug faces. she is in general very emotionally intense and expressive, and is also very morally headstrong. quick to jump to anger when she thinks lines have been crossed.

COOL DESCENT FACTS

-she was named "flight to the sun, thirteen sparks" at birth, and changed it when she was enrolled in the school of solutions

-punk by ancient society terms. not big on ascension, very much a "don't we have it pretty fuckin good? why are we in such a rush to leave" kind of person

-stayed in the iterator project after fire's failure because in losing him she realized how human the iterators were. spent her life working to make their rights more solid and complexities more widely understood

-very close friends with fleck. looks at fleck as her son, looked at fire as her son as well

-met flowers at the start of their schooling. they quickly bonded as they got to work together and were endorsed for esteemed position together

-left flowers in part because of the trauma surrounding the situation with fire, but more because she didn't like what she was beginning to see in flowers. he invented the first model of the demolishers after fire's attack, which descent hated. they would have split up eventually even if fire had lived and they'd continued work on him together. i think their political views and morals are too different, and their personalities too headstrong for it to've been avoided forever

"WANDER"ING AIMLESSLY WITH EVERLASTING JOY

she/he/they, genderfluid and swaps pronouns often. pansexual. like in their late 20s early 30s equivalently. admin to glass incident. flowers' younger sibling, probably a nepotism hire

HOW TO IDENTIFY A WANDER IN THE WILD:

-shithead or confident expression

-lots of ear piercings, bridge piercing. no permanent ear implant

-three "bangs" fall on face. tends to let hair down when feeling more feminine and tie it up when feeling masculine

-frills on arms

-dresses a bit... revealing sometimes to be fully honest. wears a mask the least out of their group, doesn't like it for sensory reasons

-quite similar to flowers in shapes and colours, just with green stripes instead of red

COOL WANDER FACTS

-actually quite intelligent and insightful, but their primal need to cause chaos and keep everything lighthearted often overpowers this

-since flowers did so well in school and had his first project be a massive failure, lots of higher eyes were on wander throughout school

-joined the iterator project to stay near flowers

-was VERY happy to be selected to work with corners

-puts maybe too much energy into caring for flowers and trying to help him, when he pushes back so hard

THE LESS IMPORTANTS :D

bark, cloud, smoke, west and journey are less important background characters! ive never even drawn bark or journey until right now, lmao

bark is a very old man who just wants to do his work in peace. cloud is an introvert who is very calm and professional. smoke is pretentious and self-involved. they're a teacher at the school of solutions and endorsed flowers and descent for the esteemed position. west is a hot guy flowers knew in school that he had a short-lived fling with after his divorce. journey was rivers' admin before flowers, but then she went to the void so she had to be replaced.

hope this suffices and everyone is properly tired of seeing these guys!

#rain world #rain world oc #rw ancients #rw ancient oc #rw oc #druid draw #oc posting #flowers #descent #wander #rw headcanon #sorry for the ping inky lol #druid babbles #guy post

[another-lost-mc]

is it bad that as much as i like your ocs (theyre amazing, i love them!), i really miss seeing you write for the canon characters

You know, that’s valid. The proportion of Canon and OC content here lately has been way off. It’s sort of the elephant in the room I ignore every time I think about Obey Me and my inspiration automatically focuses on the world building or OC potential instead.

There’s a few reasons why I’ve been less interested in writing canon lately.

1. Disappointment with Nightbringer. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure why this game exists (except to overhaul the franchise’s monetization structure). The premise and lore payoff hasn’t been that great for me personally - it feels more like an AU rather than a canon addition/continuation of the OG game. It feels like we still end up with more loose ends and questions that we don’t have (and may never get) answers for. I’m still waiting for Raphael and Mephisto to be dateable, by the way. As a result, my focus when writing OM content has been using the OG story/characterization using the odd piece from NB that makes sense, and that leads into…

2. My favourite parts of Obey Me are under-developed in canon. I enjoy most of the canon cast, I really do. But I want more Celestial Realm lore, I want more Michael (and not NB HM Lesson 20 Michael), I want more angels in general. They’ve mentioned Uriel a couple times now, give me that angel please and thank you! (No longer relevant, I wrote a version of him myself.)

The world feels so empty at times but there’s so much potential. Parts of the Devildom are more fleshed out with NB adding to it, but what about the other realms? What’s going on with the Sorcerer’s Society and the reapers? I never know if the interesting hints of lore we get are truly relevant or if it’s just something the game decided was convenient for a plot point and never gets mentioned again. NB has been great for Solomon fans since it’s practically a Solomon x MC fanfic written with a forced roommates trope, and that might be the best thing about it from a lore perspective.

My OCs were originally meant to explore gaps in the world and give the canon characters room to grow beyond the one or two defining traits the game keeps repeating over and over. I like writing Mammon when I can have him interact with Karasu, I like imagining the types of angels other exchange students might meet in the Celestial Realm, I like giving a name and personality to the mysterious owner of The Fall where so many events and Devilgram stories take place. Admittedly, it was refreshing to see that other people enjoyed reading about them or imagining them paired with their own MCs/OCs too. I call them the OC Fan Club with genuine affection.

3. It’s not something I talk about often but before I began writing fanfiction, I was mostly focused on concepts or outlines for original stories. Writing supernatural and horror themes always been my interest as a writer so anything with demons/angels/other monstrous races automatically catches my eye.

It’s a little mean to say, but half-baked worlds like the Devildom are a lot of fun to use as a foundation for expanding my own ideas. The OC story I’ve been working on is one way for me to write longer and more complex pieces which is the type I like most. Granted, it includes nearly the entire game cast and it explores the Devildom and Celestial Realm in ways that tie together some of my favourite personal headcanons and characterization. It focuses on angel characters and the history/culture of the Celestial Realm which are two of my main interests for this game. It’s a huge project - the outline is nearly 20k words on its own, it’s practically a novel divided into four sections with 30+ chapters and an epilogue. I can’t even express how excited I am when I get to work on this.

That being said, I do like writing canon content and I’ve been missing it more lately. I got burnt out when it felt like I was losing interest in NB and was pushing myself to keep writing anyway which isn’t great.

Today someone left a nice comment on something I wrote a while back, an angst piece for the demon brothers. I haven’t read it in a while and after going back and re-reading it, I was like, “Huh, I don’t remember liking this as much as I do.” And then I remembered something in my drafts that’s been rotting away, half-edited and ignored, and realized that I wanted to finish it. So, I’ve been slowly tinkering with things while I work on my angels’ story. Some of my plans are ambitious and real life distractions (mostly health related, like my recent bout of COVID) haven’t helped.

If I learned anything about my writing since starting this blog, it’s that:

writing what you’re passionate about is more fulfilling than writing what seems trendy or popular

giving and receiving feedback and fostering friendships/supporting each other keeps the community thriving

self care self care self care

Anyway. My goal has always been to write about the things I love about the game world and the things I create that are inspired by it. It’s a delicate balancing act that I’m still working on.

#jes.replies #hilariously bad takes abound #somewhat personal? #also I’ve been working on an oc side blog to try and organize things better #this may or may not get deleted if delayed embarrassment kicks in tomorrow

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Bitch, you just tried to strangle your daughter. What maternal instinct?

And the only reason you took your son when you abandoned her was because you thought you could get more money for him.

***

OH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD 🤬🤬

THIS REPULSIVE PETTY PIECE OF SHIT WASTE OF AIR!!

Seriously, I despise him more than Manniang!

My guy, quit while you're ahead! You lost the girl because you were spineless. Get over it and stop embarrassing yourself! 🤬🤬

***

LMAO, what else is he supposed to do?

Let's say it's been four or five years since Manniang ran off. This child was two at most at the time. He would be six or seven now. What are you talking about? That is still a whole baby!

I love (and by love, I mean hate) how disposable children are in this society unless they are sons anchoring their mother's position in their respective households.

***

Oh, shut the fuck up, you bitter, pathetic loser.

***

Drag him, Tingye!

I am so sick and tired of his bullshit.

***

NOOOO, BUT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, HE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!

OF COURSE, MINGLAN WAS SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL RETIREMENT FOR HIM TO GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER AND SUFFER ALL KINDS OF INDIGNITIES IN THE MEANTIME!

HOW DARE SHE NOT BUILD A SHRINE TO HIS ESTEEMED PERSON AND PUT HER ENTIRE LIFE ON HOLD SO THAT HE CAN FEEL IMPORTANT?

With all that said, this actor is beyond fantastic, I can see why people are obsessed with him. I hope to watch him in a more sympathetic role next time.

***

LMAO, look at the pot calling the kettle black 🤣🤣

I cannot with this loser of a man.

***

If he had not been born rich, he would have been the founding father of the incel movement, blaming every man with even a semblance of a spine on his inability to fuck.

***

Oh, sure, it was for the government 🙄🙄

Your jealousy is palpable. You can't even convince yourself.

***

LMAO, what the fuck.

This is a dead child you're talking about! Your child! And you are mad you cannot get money and status because of him?

***

She's right, though, she did make the biggest fool out of him.

***

Good for you for slapping her, Minglan!

I've been waiting for someone to do it for ages now.

In fact, so many people in this drama deserve slapping. It's about time you got started on that.

***

Aww, he found his dead baby 😢

***

Wait, that's all?

THAT'S ALL??

WE DO NOT EVEN GET A BEHEADING 😭😭

Not only does her sorry ass not get punished in any way, he will continue to provide for her for the rest of her life. Sure, she will not be living in a manor in luxury as his wife, but she will have a roof over he head and food to eat, plus he will have to employ people in the middle of nowhere to make sure she doesn't go causing trouble again.

She should be in prison instead. Or in some hard labour colony, which I'm sure there are plenty of in Song Dynasty China. OR BEHEADED!!

And what about his maternal Bai relatives? Do they at least get arrested/exiled/beheaded? They have been REPEATEDLY trying to kill him for YEARS!

I am very disappointed with this resolution.

***

Well, I am glad this is over.

Honestly, as far as I am concerned, this whole Manniang subplot has been a huge blight on this otherwise excellent show and a black stain on Gu Tingye as a character. Big thanks to @ruizhi for filling me in on the details from the novel so that I can understand the writing decisions here better. Obviously, I realise that I am in the minority for disliking these decisions (and Gu Tingye as a character) because from what I have seen, he is a firm favourite among the people who watched this drama and everyone is on board with this sanitised version of his character arc.

I have to be honest, if they had kept his harem from the novel, I probably would not have touched this with a ten-foot pole, because I freely admit that I watch c-dramas for the pretty people and idealised romance. I also know that this would have made Gu Tingye more realistic and thus harder to project on, which is ironic because my complaints here are the lack of realism and easy ways out since they decided to include his other women in the drama too. Harem stories depress and infuriate me and I do not watch them unless there are very compelling reasons for me to pick them up, so out of a couple of hundred dramas on my to-watch list, this one would probably not have made it to the top if it had been closer to the source material.

Even as it is, all this is precisely why I put off watching Minglan for the longest time. I knew it had polygamy at its core and this made me disinclined to start it, even though it was warmly recommended by many people in whose good taste I trust. I eventually only started watching because a c-drama friend of mine told me that there is no harem here and that Minglan and Tingye were monogamous and ride-or-die for each other, so Manniang showing up early on was an extremely nasty surprise.

With that said, now that I am here already and very invested in this story, I've long since come to terms with the fact that romance is not the main focus of this show and adjusted my expectations. I am really enjoying it for what it is, which is a family drama focused on women's struggle and suffering in this hell system that they must learn to navigate or die destitute, which is why I am especially irked by this cheap trickery they are employing to make Gu Tingye's and Minglan's relationship more "clean" than it actually is. You cannot have it both ways. Either these characters are realistic people of their time or they are not. Either you are sticking to the book version of them in the adaptation or you are not. But these cake-eating writers (as in wanting their cake and eating it too) definitely tried to get away with both and ended up with huge inconsistencies in their story that irritated me enough to sit down and write this entire screed.

Like I said in my comments on my previous Minglan post, this is the exact thing that made TTEOTM unwatchable for me and landed it on the list of the worst dramas I ever subjected myself to, despite my unceasing obsession with Luo Yunxi. Obviously, I am feeling this on a lesser level with Gu Tingye, because overall, the writing of Minglan committed fewer crimes than TTEOM and remains solid on all other fronts, so I am still invested in the story overall, him as a character and him and Minglan as a couple, but the writers here are just as much cake eaters as the writers on TTEOTM. They looked at this bad boy who worked for a story in another medium precisely because he was morally compromised in some way, wanted that for themselves, but then could not or would not follow through, either because they feared they would alienate a big portion of their audience, or because the Chinese censorship board wouldn't let them get away with it. Then they did this ridiculous thing where they tried going, "Yeah, he's bad, but he's not really! He was set up! It was a misunderstanding!" And ended up blowing a giant hole in their whole story.

If they didn't want to explore Gu Tingye as a man of his time making the same selfish decisions as other men of that time, then they should not have had him acting like one. They should have had a logical and consistent reason why he didn't keep mistresses and concubines (such as, idk, seeing his mother suffer or something) and not introduce Manniang in the first place. What was the point of her in the plotline if we were not going to see him and Minglan make the hard decisions, either to treat his illegitimate offspring as lower-class citizens so that her biological kids could be afforded all the privileges of their rank (which would obviously not sit right with the modern audience), or go with the modern moral code that the show wants them to have and deny Minglan's bio kids by treating all the children equally (which could have been done legally if Minglan was to adopt them, but of course, she was never going to do that)? If you never intended to go there, then why bring in Manniang and her kids in the first place?

In my opinion, if they wanted Gu Tingye untarnished in this way and his love with Minglan unburdened with the baggage of other women and stepkids, they should never have kept Manniang in the adaptation. Once they brought her in, there was no stuffing that genie back into the bottle. The shadow of book!Tingye has been around since the adult actors took over and it is not even the non-monogamy that is an issue for me now, but the character inconsistency and the extremely cheap sleight of hand that they pulled in an attempt to smooth it over.

Here is the thing. Every time I start on a story, be it a book, movie, drama, or whatever, there is a certain premise that it promises to fulfil, which comes with the expectations and limitations of the genre. I adjust my standards accordingly, so if I sit down to watch a fluffy romcom with a young, naive intern falling in love with the son of CEO, then I will judge it on how funny it is and whether the main couple is hot enough and has enough chemistry to keep me invested till the end. I am not going to be particularly worried about the power imbalance and the IRL implications of such a setup, my main concern will be if the main couple look like they are having good enough sex and if I can shoehorn my own escapist fantasy into that dynamic. However, if I start a show that deals with misogyny, patriarchy and sexual harassment of women in the workplace, then you cannot dump the privileged son of the CEO into a relationship with the main heroine and expect me to root for it, unless he is right there beside her, taking his father to court for abuse of power and dismantling the system from within. This is, IMO, what this drama failed to do with Gu Tingye. You cannot promise me a Xiao Qi and deliver a Sheng Hong with the serial numbers filed off.

Based on what I've heard and read about the original novel, book!Tingye is not that much better than Sheng Hong. He had multiple women and illegitimate children that he was playing favourites with based on their birth and rank. He sabotaged his older son and indirectly caused his death so that Minglan's children would not have competition. His daughter by Manniang was just as traumatised as Minglan. He had concubines, who were also technically wives with no way out of a hell marriage, whom he then discarded when it was convenient for him. The only reason this marriage was a victory for Minglan is that she was now the favoured wife with the highest rank, thus her circumstances in life dramatically improved. I understand why they didn't want to portray this to a wider audience, and that doing so would have seriously dented Feng Shaofeng's reputation as a heartthrob in the c-ent industry, but then they shouldn't have opened that can of worms to begin with.

I feel like they should have cut the Manniang storyline completely if they weren't going to do it properly, or, idk, had her go off the deep end much earlier and kill her kids off before he got with Minglan. That could have been used as a catalyst for his change, having him go, "That's it! No more mistresses and concubines for me!" Then we could have seen the rest of it play out as it did (minus Manniang) with a REASON, with his family pressuring him to take in a wife and concubines, him saying no, then falling in love with Minglan and moving on from there naturally and giving us a clean, idealised romance that is not typical for their time.

However, once they brought in Manniang but did not bring in all the nasty stuff implied with him having a kept woman and illegitimate children, they shot themselves in the foot because now Gu Tingye's character was in conflict with the story's internal logic. We have seen how this world functions, we have seen how concubines and the children of concubines are treated. Naturally, once they introduced Manniang and her kids (but especially her son), we were expecting to see exactly what happened in the novel, because this is the premise of the story and the laws by which the world it is set in is governed. The fact that this didn't happen did not make me sigh in relief and think of Gu Tingye as a good guy, it made me question why the story never went there. The cowardly shortcuts out of this predicament and the cheap trickery the writers used to avoid it made me feel like the story was "lying" to me, which is maybe a ridiculous word to use because this whole thing is fiction and therefore a lie. But I could no longer suspend my disbelief, immerse myself in the narrative and root for these characters. Suddenly, they felt fake.

Also, I feel downright insulted by these writing choices.

"Yeah, Gu Tingye had another woman but that's OK because she was actually evil so she doesn't count and he was right to abandon her and have his true romance with Minglan! 😀"

"Yeah, he had a son that he would have had to have been grossly unfair to or not have Minglan's kids get the full extent of their privilege of rank, but that's OK, because the kid just conveniently died! 😀"

"Yeah, his daughter should be traumatised in a hundred different ways from having such a biological mother and dealing with the inferiority complex from growing up right next to Minglan's legitimate children and knowing that in the eyes of society and her own father, she is lesser than them, but don't worry, that's OK, because we are making her suuuuuuuper well adjusted! 😀"

"Yeah, if Chang'er had lived, the audience would have been forced to confront the fact that Gu Tingye was very much a man of his time and that Minglan was also no benevolent saint and that they would have treated children that are not biologically hers as second-class citizens, just like Sheng Hong and Wang Ruofu did in the Sheng household! But that's OK, we'll just kill his illegitimate firstborn son so that you don't have to think about that! 😀"

As a character, Gu Tingye feels so disingenuous because of these shortcuts the writers took to scapegoat Manniang and absolve him of the consequences of being just like the other men in this drama. Would he have been an idealised c-drama hero that girls could pin their fantasies on if they had kept his novel characterisation? Absolutely not. They made him more attractive and palatable to a wider, modern, likely younger-leaning audience at the cost of the story's internal logic, plot coherency and character consistency, and that, for me, is a much bigger writing crime than him having a harem and treating his illegitimate children as lesser-than.

Again, this is an adaptation and nobody put a gun to their heads and forced them to include Manniang. If they had wanted Gu Tingye untarnished and idealised, they should have handled her differently. They cannot have it both ways.

With that said, I realise that I am in the minority here because most viewers were obviously very happy to let this slide (just like they were with TTEOTM). Again, most viewers will not agree with me on Gu Tingye because he is obviously a favourite ML for many, but for me personally, the overall drama loses lots of points on him, especially because of Manniang.

In any case, there are still more than twenty episodes left here for me, so onwards and forward to better plot points and character arcs! 😅

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep51

[celestialscatterbrain]

Hello! Sorry to bother you but I read your posts about synastry and I think their really interesting. I was wondering if you could tell me something about moon conjunct rising in synastry (both the moon and the rising are in Pisces), because I couldn’t find a lot of information about it. Have a nice day! 🦋

You’re not bother at all, your question is welcome!

I’ve had someone’s moon make this aspect with my ascendant before. I think this placement can make two people very curious about one another. You really want to get to know the other person, just because you want to see what more there is than what meets the eye. The way they present themselves to the world might not always be identical to your life path or role in society, but you still feel like there’s something about their way of being that just resonates with you (whether it be a similarity or a stark contrast). You can also have opposite but equal similarities. They can be somewhat of a mirror, physically. For example, I’m a woman and I feel like the men I share moon-ascendant synastry kind of look or embody what I feel like I would be like as a man. “I want to be friends with you” “I feel like I could connect with you.” I feel like this placement can breed some sense of shyness around each other while you’re still strangers or acquaintances. I think you can even understand parts of one another that other people don’t understand or find to be a negative trait. The moon person might have a different path but I still found them to be inspirational in their own way. I think these connections make you more likely to find the other person’s quirks as endearing rather than off-putting. As the ascendant person, I became a lot more shy and reserved when the moon person was around when I don’t really behave that way around crushes (I’m an Aries venus, so you already know). It was literally like a cat caught my tongue and I couldn’t even make eye contact LOL. “There’s something about you that gives me an emotional reaction I’m not really used to.” “I want to take care of you and make you feel good, I want to listen to you.” There’s a feeling of “I just know we would get along so well if we actually got to know each other. I don’t care how different we may be.” You can become more soft and feminine in their presence. You two could look like you would make really beautiful babies together. You might look different than what the moon person would be expected to bring home to their friends and family. “I think we’d make a great couple.” I think you two could find a lot of comfort being together and can indulge in what makes you feel good. I also imagine this could be a couple known for working in real estate together, or collaborating on projects involving properties. If they own a home together, I think they would be known as the couple who has a beautiful home. They could host house parties together or dinner parties for their friends. They can master curating the perfect ambiance for them to just feel safe in. You could actually really enjoy how different the other one is from you. I feel like the moon person could be very protective over the house person. I feel like there is a lot of caressing of each others faces. Looking at the other person’s face brings a lot of personal fulfillment. For heterosexual couples, I feel like this placement could make people wonder when you’re going to have a baby together. I imagine people might take a lot of interest in your lives together as parents too, and you might be perceived as a beautiful family unit. I feel like this is a “physical touch” relationship, and that’s touching the other brings a lot of comfort. You can be very drawn to the other person’s vulnerability. You two can immediately find it easy to be vulnerable with one another once you connect, even if you’re naturally private people. “You make me soft and sappy.”

#moon synastry #ascendant synastry #moon-ascendant synastry #astrology #astroblr #astrology observations #relationship astrology #synastry #astrology blog #love astrology #astro notes #romantic astrology #first house synastry #synastry overlays #synastry observations

[wendytestabrat]

a subtle kyman moment no one talks about

ok i’ve talked abt this a lot before how cartman & kyle have A LOT more in common with each other and are more similar to each other than they are to stan with a lot of moments of those two either gaining up on stan together or selling him out some good examples are “all about mormons” when they made fun of stan for being friends with gary and made all those gay jokes (wow projecting much), the obvious betrayal in “you’re getting old” & “ass burgers” when kyle replaced stan with cartman, & ofc in the black friday trilogy when stan wanted to be on the ps4 side but cartman & kyle wanted xboxes. in fact stan was the first one to initiate not wanting to be friends anymore in “south parq vaccination special”, which goes to show imo that stan is the real outsider of the group at this point and doesn’t feel supported by the other boys in the dynamic. but what i wanna talk abt is that scene in “the pandemic special” where they’re at build a bear and stan has that breakdown and cries and shit bc that was lowkey a kyman moment too but ya’ll didn’t see it. what really stood out to me in that scene was how much cartman & kyle fucking gaslit stan and made him out to be crazy….for you know HAVING NORMAL HUMAN EMOTIONS ABOUT THE PANDEMIC. it pisses me off bc stan is way more rational than cartman & kyle are and he keeps his emotions in check way more often and then puts up with all of THEIR bullshit when they’re constantly acting out and throwing tantrums like a baby in every episode, so it’s like they couldn’t let stan have this ONE moment where he got to express his feelings and act out and do something bad??? even tho cartman & kyle do dumbass reckless immature shit and act on their emotions all the time???? they make him out to be the bad guy for going to a build-a-bear that’s closed and trying to stuff a bear for butters (even tho he was just projecting his own feelings abt the pandemic) with no employees there. like bitch please, i mean yeah breaking into a closed build a bear is a dumb thing to do but cartman & kyle shouldn’t be acting like they’re the saints here bc they’re not and they’ve done WAY worse shit lol. i mean that holier-than-thou attitude can be expected of kyle but it was surprising to see it from cartman too. and there are so many moments were stan goes along with their bullshit when they wanna do something that’s illegal or fucked up, but the one time stan gets the idea to do something fucked up they’re like “noooo that’s wrong”. the part tho where cartman is literally backing up KYLE and not stan and is like “stan you really need employee assistance for this” had me like

bc u would not expect that from cartman considering he’s a sociopathic maniac so if another boy gets an idea to do something fucked up and illegal he would be totally on board LOL like how he was willing to help stan steal the baby cows in s6 but at this point in the series you can see how the chemistry between cartman & kyle has grown so strong to the point that it’s like neither of those two give a shit about stan anymore and wanna support him on anything, when before stan was like the glue that kept the group together and it seemed like cartman & kyle wouldn’t even had been hanging out with each other if it wasn’t for their mutual friendship with stan. i think that goes to show that cartman has developed A LOT and he’s become more similar to kyle and values kyle’s opinion above the other boys when the dynamic used to be more of cartman getting stan & kenny to gain up against kyle. ESPECIALLY that scene in “bebe’s boobs destroy society” where cartman suggests they kick kyle out of the group or all those times when he’s like “ok guys i guess we just have to kill kyle” LOL

#kyman #south park #stan marsh #cartman x kyle #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

[sorcerous-caress]

so. for human kink. do you think human x human porn is popular among other races, or human x other races bc projection

I think human x human is more popular by a margine but only because there's so much of it that it overshadows any human x nonhuman sites.

Like in modern dnd, the porn industry is overrun with humans. We know this, we've been here before and humans are probably the ones who invented the concept of porn as a media.

More on world building, i like to think that humans invented the majority of the industrial revolution which resulted in skyscrapers, wifi, porn, donuts and online shopping.

Other races either grew too comfortable with magic to invest in any industry or got too used to their own old technology to ever challenge it and aim for change.

Humans are always unsatisfied with what they have, we want bigger cities, tastier food, cuter dogs and ediable juicy fruits without seeds. Faster communication methods and more access to everything everywhere at once.

Other races probably enjoyed how long it took to make a sword, how intimate it is to stitch someone a dress by hand, how lovely it is to hear any music only once a month if you're lucky.

Even now, we want faster wifi, more expansion into space, and more moon visits, we want more immersive virtual realities and ethical AI that actually helps humans rather than steal from them. We might never be satisfied even after we rebuild the heavens and pluck all the apple trees empty.

So the human x human genre spiked to the top easily. It's everywhere on porn twitter, and you need to dig really deep to find the nichie accounts the post human x nonhuman porn, even then, it's mostly wood elves and nymphs.

Each single high elf is known in their own society, if one did porn, their entire lineage would know. It's a sad toxic standards they still hold.

Meanwhile, drows are open to making porn with humans. It's just that they keep it to themselves and never share it outside drow society. Like how they hoard all their knowledge and technology.

If we're talking about loser high elf, Meluidil, he was sort of an admin on an anonymous forum that's exclusive to nonhumans where they pile together all their human x nonhuman porn they could find.

Other races do try and keep humans out of their inner circles, some popular websites do have special domians exclusive to the non-humans like in that twitch human streamer concept where you find a random link to it on elvish twitter.

But the thing is, they are hungry for human content. As much as they try to keep their circles exclusive, the second a human joins by accident or because someone else invited them, they become the center of attention and everyone is curious about you.

Humans are too good at stealing the spotlights, that's why the other races made the nonhuman club in the first place. But after a while they decided they missed your kind too much and started sharing content about humans amidst themselves.

But oh no. They're starting to act a little bit too creepy and now they can't afford to let the humans find out about this and their obssessive sexaulisation of humans so better just stay in this echo chamber with the others.

They themselves can't make up their mind if they want the humans in or out, constantly breaking their own rules and being hypocrites.

Each time a new site or circle is made, someone brings their cute human date because they're just too nice and couldn't lie to them, and suddenly everyone comes clean and starts bringing their human friends and lovers, and those humans bring their own human friends then boom the site becomes mainstream and overrun with humans

A new site gets made, the cycle repeats. There are various discords servers too. Maybe a future discord mod nonhuman x human egirl eboy?

The nonhumans are desperate for nonhuman x human porn, but no one is willing to step up and make it. They want to see a cute human's holes stretched out by a dragon with two giant cocks, they want to see a human sit on an Orc's face and ride it with no regards to their sharp tusks.

They want to see a high elf fuck a human on their throne, they want to see a drow woman cuff a human to their bed and use them until the bed breaks. They want to see a Halfling guide a human through their first time and claim their virginity.

A dwarf fingerfucking a human until they apologise for interrupting their work, a gnome making a human beg to fuck them, a githyanki overpowered by a human who eats them out until they faint.

But they also can't deny how much they love the human x human porn. How adorable the humans can be with each other as they use various toys and roleplay so many different scenarios.

How hot they can be when they get rough and choke each other, truly reduced to their mos primal animalistic desires with teeth, biting and hair pulling. How humans can switch from 0 to 100 instanty.

Human versatility is their major appeal. You can get find the softest love making to the most hardcote bdsm, the most nichie kinks to hours upon hours of just missionary with occasional kissing.

All the different bodytypes, all the different languages and all the different themes and genres. How each human is so unique yet so tantalising in their own way.

#♡human kink #dnd human kink #♡Meluidil #♡modern loser high elf #♡modern au human kink #♡smut

[kuroshika]

back on my bullshit with an addition to this post.

so, i established why i believe hannibal still cannibalizes people after he kills them, out of honor for his sister. and that's why he wants to eat will, etc.

but ive been thinking about how that further pushes the whole "we are conjoined" narrative. because hannibal does it out of necessity, will does it because he wants to. will has no reason to eat human flesh and organs and enjoy it at all, he just does it because he likes it.

obsession cannot exist without desire - hannibal's need to consume cannot survive without will's wanting to be consumed. hannibal's need to honor cannot survive without will's desire to be seen and loved as he is.

i think it just plays into will being hannibal's dark mirror; a reckless, self-destructive man with the urge to be accepted and welcomed without question as opposed to a put-together, calculated one who spent years refining himself and creating a different part of himself that solidified his place in society.

im sure somewhere, deep down, hannibal sees will as his opposite, but still as his equal. he met hannibal's needs with the part of himself that wanted to know what those necessities felt like, what being perceived beyond the public eye would look like.

it makes this odd codependency in both men - hannibal needs will to want him and will wants hannibal to need him. that's why hannibal being rejected by will and giving himself up in spite of that was so much harder on will than it was on hannibal.

hannibal knew will would come for him. he was very, very sure of the fact. will, on the other hand, did his very best to distance himself from it all. he married and had a child, a perfect suburban life that his appealed to his projection. but he wasn't fulfilled, he wasn't complete. there was something missing. he couldn't tell if hannibal needed him anymore. he'd promised not to think of him again, but he wanted someone to need that part of himself that he repressed so badly that it was nearly impossible.

hannibal had already proved without a doubt how much he needed will, and that's what will wanted. he wanted to be needed, to be useful for nothing but companionship, to be loved by someone desperately, and he got that from no one.

alana saw him as a broken teacup, something for her to try and fix. jack and beverly saw him as a tool to close cases and help the forensics team. margot saw him as someone who could give her an heir. molly saw him as only the projection he showed her, and didn't ache for the other parts the way he needed.

nothing fulfilled that ache quite like hannibal "it took divine intervention to stop them" lecter.

will wanted hannibal to need him. he wanted to dine with hannibal. he wanted to step inside him and think with his brain, see with his eyes. hannibal was drawn to the fact that will wanted that, from him, and the obsession stemmed from will's first few words to him - i don't find you interesting, dr. lecter. his need for will to want him was brought on by will very clearly beginning to reject his becoming in their earliest meetings - hannibal needed will to want more of him and will wanted hannibal to give him more.

i think that's why, furthermore, that hannibal wants to try and protect/honor will the way he couldn't mischa. the worst thing he can think of in regards to losing will is not death, but being unwanted.

that's why the cliff scene makes sense too, hannibal letting will push the two of them off the cliff instead of pulling will down with him - it was will's choice. he could die with hannibal or he could let hannibal go.

and he chose hannibal.

@lesbian-hannibal @craqueluring @7x16pm @shatteredlesbian

#back on my bullshit #kalypso shut the fuck up #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram #nbc hannigram #murder husbands #hannibal and will #hannibal x will #will and hannibal #will x hannibal #hannibal parallels #hannibal meta #meta #hannibal analysis #long analysis #will graham analysis #hannibal lecter analysis #hannigram analysis #i could analyze this scene so hard #kuroshika.txt #[ this is all i've ever wanted for you ]

[blueraineshadows]

Heart Song Part Two

Leander Prewett x F!MC

Preparations are underway for the Hogwarts concert and MC is being dragged ever closer into Leander's orbit...

Their duet song is linked below for the concert that has a theme inspired by the movie Moulin Rouge.

"The theme for the concert is going to be Romanticism combined with the new Bohemian movement that is sweeping across Europe," Professor Florence said, excitedly. "Some may say its all rather risqué, however the art that is being produced through this movement is divine, and the music, oh my goodness, it is doing wonders for putting bums on seats in the theatres."

"We aren't going to have to dress up like can-can girls are we?"

MC smothered a smile at the horrified voice coming from the back of the group. There was no way Professor Black was going to let them get away with that. But, this theme did intrigue her. She had heard of this movement, and any new expression of creativity was interesting.

Her gaze wandered over towards Leander, who was sitting next to Amit. He had been delighted when she had finally added her name to the list. She hadn't really been given much choice in the matter after the performance in the Three Broomsticks on Friday evening. She had been praised and encouraged so much by her friends, and then Sebastian had dragged her to the music room and stood watch as she scribed her name on the list.

"I hope you're doing this because you know you're going to be amazing, and not because you're crushing on Prewett," he'd said.

MC had swiped at him, slapping him smartly on the arm, which only brought a chuckle from his lips. "Oh, you are so crushing on him!"

"I am not!"

She had protested, but her cheeks had flamed. She had been subjected to merciless teasing ever since. Just wait until Sebastian started his next crush, she was going to give as good as she got.

Now, as her eyes kept moving towards Leander across the music room, she was beginning to wonder if Sebastian's teasing was merited. Was she developing a crush on Leander?

That could prove rather awkward. He had a girlfriend for a start, and Elizabeth was already making it obvious that she had a claim on him. MC wouldn't have said she was friendly with the Ravenclaw girl, but Elizabeth was certainly sticking her nose up in the air a lot more than usual around her. Along with touching Leander as much as possible in MC's presence.

As Professor Florence gave them some music to look up, and opened a suggestion box for ideas on what to perform, MC felt the twinges of excitement that came from a new project to sink her teeth into. And best of all, it was music related.

"Any music must uphold the message of the Bohemian movement. Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and Love," Professor Florence said. "Read over the copy of the French play I have given you to help inspire the sense of mood I am hoping to achieve. We are an accepting society, and I want this conveyed in our performance."

After discussing practise sessions and the matter of getting people involved for set design, the group was dismissed. MC gathered her reading material and made for the door.

"Oh, Miss MC and Mr Prewett, might I have a word?" Professor Florence called.

MC and Leander exchanged a look before heading over towards the Professor. She smiled at them both. "A little birdie told me about your little duet performance in Hogsmeade at the weekend," she said. "I'm sorry I missed it! By all accounts it was quite the show."

"It was just a bit of fun, Professor," MC said.

"But isn't that what it's all about?" She smiled. She pressed her hands together. "How would you two feel about teaming up again for the show?"

MC felt her tummy do a little flip, the idea actually rather appealing. She glanced up at Leander, nodding shyly. "Well, I'm happy to do so..."

"As am I," Leander said, immediately. He beamed at MC, and Professor clapped her hands together in delight.

"Oh, fabulous!" She said. She pointed to the booklet in MC's arms. "There are a couple of duets in there, have a practice together and see how you get on. Oh, this is wonderful!"

As they left the classroom, MC gave Leander a shy glance. "Looks like we will be spending a bit of time together, are you sure you are okay with that?"

"Of course," he said. "I think we perform well, and just think, if we do it together, then it might be easier on the old nerves."

"That's a good point," she said, nodding. But then she hesitated, pausing on the stairs. She was a step behind him, which meant that when he turned to her, their faces were more on a level. "Is Elizabeth going to be alright with this? I don't want to cause trouble between you."

His cheeks coloured a little and his smile slipped. "It's alright. You're not causing trouble," he assured.

"Are you sure? I got the impression she isn't all that keen on me. And I don't think it's entirely Crossed Wands related."

Leander rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, his face awkward. "Well, she has been a little jealous, but please, don't worry. It's not your fault. I will talk to her."

MC winced. "See? I'm already causing a problem."

She was surprised when he stepped forward and took hold of her elbow. He stared into her eyes and MC felt her pulse flutter in her neck, her gaze locked on those lovely, pale eyes.

"I want to do this," he said, earnestly. "This is why I wanted you to sign up for this concert. After that night when we performed Minstrels Sonnet, I knew that we could put something amazing together. I'm not going to risk ruining that. Elizabeth will understand. She knows how much joy I get from my music, and I really want to do this. Please, don't say you are thinking of backing out. Not because of Elizabeth."

MC felt a little breathless after his speech, moved by his words, and secretly delighted that he had been equally affected by their duet. The earnest look on his face touched her, and his gentle hand on her elbow made her arm tingle.

Oh, Merlin, Sebastian was right. She was developing a crush on him. Standing here on the stairs, practically trembling under his touch, and ready to agree to whatever he asked of her, the truth was fairly obvious.

"I'm not going to back out," she promised. "I wouldn't dream of it."

He gave her one of those heart stopping smiles, like the one after they had played together for the first time. His arms twitched, and for a maddening second, she thought he was going to hug her. But he didn't.

"Brilliant," he said. He gave her elbow a gentle squeeze before releasing her. "Then I suppose we best start practicing. Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," she agreed.

As she climbed into bed, it occurred to her that she wouldn't have minded if he had hugged her. Laying back against her pillow, she pulled the blankets up to her chin, really wishing that he had.

....*....

Leander let the script of the French play fall to his bed covers and ran a hand through his hair. He blew air through his lips and stared blindly across his dormitory. Bloody hell!

He looked down again at the last closing scenes, flipping the pages to rescan the lines. This play was about two lovers, two tragic lovers, and Professor Florence wanted him to duet with MC with this material. He almost gulped at the thought, flushing as he realised he could not let Elizabeth see this. She would be furious.

He wondered if MC had read this yet. He was supposed to be meeting with her soon to start practicing, he had already played out one of the songs from this script, it wasn't too bad, but he didn't think it was going to be quite right for the concert.

He shuffled through the music sheets again, and found the song that went with the closing scene. The words were heartfelt confessions of love, deep love, and colour bloomed across his cheeks.

This was going to be the song, he just knew it. It was a duet between the lovers, admitting their love in front of her jilted groom at the wedding. Leander winced at the thought of performing this with MC in front of everyone, in front of Elizabeth.

Maybe he could try and push for a different song. It was worth the shot. But the more he looked through those on offer, he kept coming back to the lovers duet.

With a sigh, he gathered the parchments together, and then got himself ready to meet with MC.

With everyone from the group needing a place to practise, Professor Florence had offered them the use of her own music room, complete with a baby grand piano. When Leander arrived, MC was already there and playing a piece of music. He paused in the doorway, just taking a moment to watch her.

She just looked so...beautiful, so graceful, her brow creased with emotion and her hair soft about her face. She usually wore it up, but today, it was half pinned back, soft strands delicate against her cheeks.

The song she was playing was pleasing, and as he entered, he came around to see what sheet music she was following, and it didn't come as a surprise to see it was the lovers duet. Clearly, she had come to the same conclusion as him. This was the song.

She paused and looked up at him. "Hello," she said, softly.

"Ready to fall hopelessly in love?" He joked, holding up the exact same music sheet in his hands as hers on the stand.

Her eyes widened, before she looked at his sheet, her cheeks growing pink, and then she smirked. "You picked the same song."

He nodded. "It just seems right somehow, it fits the theme. Did you read the play?"

"I did, and I went to speak to Professor Florence about it," MC said. "I wanted to double check it was appropriate, and she asked if we would just perform the vocal duet for this song, and then have the orchestra as back up."

"Just sing?" He thought about that for a moment. It felt vulnerable somehow. "What would we do with our hands?'

She laughed and shrugged. "I don't know."

"Let's learn it first, and then we will go from there," he suggested.

She played the melody, and they gradually began to build the song up, learning the tune with the words. Leander's part was first, and the longest. When it came to her part, he would be singing parts with her in harmony, and when they did this, there were some hiccups that had them chuckling at themselves.

Her voice seeped through him, and he soaked it up, felt it surrounding him until those words started to take on a life of their own. He took a turn at the piano so that she could focus on her singing, and he wished he didn't have to keep concentrating on the music sheet before him. He wanted to watch her, see the look on her face as she poured herself into the words.

When they took a break, Leander poured her a drink from the jug on the side and leaned across the top of the piano, sipping from his own cup as she sat on the bench.

"How do you think we're doing?" She asked. "Do you think we can pull this off?"

He twirled his cup in his hands. "Yes, I think we can," he said. He met her eyes. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but...I think...we have some kind of chemistry between us. The music just seems to work. I've never performed like this with anyone before. It's...amazing."

He had dared to speak those words aloud, and he tensed as he waited for her reaction. Had he revealed too much? Guilt plagued him as he thought about Elizabeth. It was getting harder to keep her front and centre, his thoughts were consumed by the girl in front of him.

She flushed and looked down into her cup. She was nodding slightly. "I agree," she said, quietly.

He expelled the breath he had been holding, his heart thumping, his ears ringing a little. She agreed they had chemistry. He stored that away to think over later, for now, he needed to get back into safer territory.

"Have you ever written any music of your own?" He asked.

"Not really," she answered. She looked back up at him, and a wisp of hair fell across her cheek. He absently wondered how it would feel to brush that hair back from her face. She lifted a hand to brush it back herself and he took a steadying breath. He shouldn't be thinking these things.

She gave a little shrug. "I've never really thought about writing my own. As long as I am playing music then I am happy, whether that be classical, or something more modern. It depends on my mood."

"I can relate to that," he nodded.

"It's an escape, isn't it?"

Her smile was sad, and it pulled at something inside of him. It made him ache and he wanted to take that sadness away from her. His look was curious, wondering what it was that troubled her. He realised he didn't actually know that much about her. "What are you escaping from?" He asked.

"Oh, you know..." She looked away, suddenly uncomfortable.

He felt his cheeks burn. Of course, that was something very personal. His brain scrambled for something to say, kicking himself for putting his foot in it as usual.

He cleared his throat. "I er...well, I have written a few things for myself. I have never played them for anyone though, but I could play one for you, if you would like. You can let me know what you think."

"Really?" She brightened, a small smile curving her mouth. "You'd really play something so private for me?"

"I trust your opinion," he said. And that was the truth.

She flushed with delight and got up from the bench. "Please, do play it for me. You have me intrigued."

He chuckled as he sat on the seat. "Don't get your hopes up. You haven't heard it yet."

....*....

MC stood with her hands on the piano top in the intimate music room, watching as Leander began to play the song he had composed himself. It was soft, the melody immediately captivating her. When Leander began to sing, his voice taking on that cadence that she was growing to adore, he sung about a girl that he loved, but could never have. She was so close, but there was something in the way.

There was a ring of honesty to the words, highlighted by the emotions that were playing out across his face. He almost looked sad. MC felt every word, a sadness building in her own chest. She couldn't take her eyes off him, her heart aching. Either this was from real experience, or he was just that talented at bringing a song to life.

She couldn't decide which it was, but when the song ended, he couldn't look at her. Confusion swirled in her thoughts. He had a girlfriend. Surely that meant he was happy, right? He had got the girl.

"Wow, Leander," she breathed. "Whoever that girl is, she doesn't know what she is missing out on. It was heart breaking, but so beautiful."

She watched as he swallowed hard, his throat working. He rubbed his face with his hand. "I wrote this a while ago," he said. "It's been some time since I've played it."

"Is that because you have Elizabeth now?" She smiled.

Leander skipped his eyes away and winced. "Maybe." He stood, fiddling with the button on his waistcoat. "Would you like to continue?"

Sensing that he needed to change the subject, she nodded, and they spent some more time on the duet. But there was still a lingering sadness in his eyes, and the emotion had tipped towards something melancholy when he sung.

Over the next week, they worked on their song until they were note perfect, meeting every day. MC didn't bring up his own song again, but she found herself wondering who he had written it for. Whenever she saw him with Elizabeth, she watched them, as discreetly as she could, and noticed that it was always her who initiated any physical contact. Was he just not in to public displays of affection? Or was there more to it?

At night, MC would lie in her bed, the duet spinning through her mind, distracting her. They were ready to present it to Professor Florence, and she wondered if they had done enough. Were they capable of pulling it off and showcasing two people in love?

She was worried. She knew Elizabeth was not happy about the amount of time Leander was spending with her, and she wondered how the love song would go down once performed publicly. Was this going to affect their performance?

It all certainly didn't help with the nerves that were slowly building within her. Or the fact that Leander Prewett was slowly getting under skin, invading her thoughts, and making her lie awake at night imagining what might happen if things were different. What if he wasn't with Elizabeth?

....*....

Leander leant his head back against the tree trunk and sighed, tired from a day of study and classes. The warm weight of Elizabeth's head in his lap wasn't really much of a comfort. His legs felt restless, but he didn't want to keep fidgeting and disturb her reading.

They hadn’t spent much time together lately what with music practise, and that was a sensitive subject. He still hadn't told her what he would be singing, but she knew it was with MC. The whole concert group knew so it wasn't possible to keep it a secret.

He inwardly cringed at the way he wanted to keep secrets from Elizabeth, and not for the first time he wondered if maybe he should break things off with her. Relationships were built on trust, were they not? And he was doing her a disservice.

He didn’t seem to be able to give Elizabeth all of himself. Playing his own song to MC had proved that. What had possessed him to do such a thing? The song had been about her for Merlin's sake!

Ever since he had done that, and after what she had said afterwards, everything he had pressed down and hidden from himself had risen to the top. Singing that duet with her was starting to mean something dangerous.

He looked down at Elizabeth's pretty face, the light dusting of freckles across her nose, and the soft blonde curls that tumbled over her head. He had not believed his luck when they had started dating. But, and it was the but that made him wince, she was not her.

He brushed a blonde curl back from Elizabeth's forehead and thought about how he had fantasised about doing the same to MC. Elizabeth's lips curved into a smile, lips he had kissed, many times.

This was wrong.

He took his hand away and turned to look across the grounds of Hogwarts. How to find the words to bring it to an end. His mother had not raised a liar and he was ashamed of what he was doing. This was emotional infidelity and Elizabeth deserved better.

"What troubles you, my love?" Elizabeth shifted. She looked up at him, closing her book. "You look sad. You have done for a few days actually."

He forced himself to look at her. "Tired, I guess," he said. She sat up and kissed him on the mouth and he just couldn't return it properly.

"You've been pushing yourself too hard," she said. "You need a break." A small grin spread across her face. "Want to sneak off somewhere and indulge in some stress relief?'

He felt his cheeks warm up at the suggestive tone of her voice. Just lately she had been pushing for this more and more, and he had a sneaking suspicion that it was jealousy driven. He should be flattered, and in a way he was, but he was also uncomfortable. They had fooled around, but he had held off on taking her to bed properly.

He tried and failed to smile. He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted, forcing her sit up straighter. A frown of confusion flickered on her brow and he winced. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I don't think that's a good idea."

Her face fell. "Why not?"

"I just think it's best we don't," he said.

"Now, or...or ever?" Her lips trembled.

"I'm sorry," he winced.

She blinked, her cheeks paling first, and then flushing as her mouth tightened. "It's because of her isn't it?" She bit the words out harshly. She turned away from him, blinking away the tears flooding her eyes, and he felt like a right bastard. Because she was right.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "No, nothing is going on with MC, I have told you that, repeatedly," he said. "I wouldn't betray you like that. This is about you and me."

She glared at him. "Liar," she spat. "You must think I am an idiot. I have eyes, and I see the way you two look at each other. She doesn't look at Sebastian that way and they are fucking joined at the hip. The only reason this isn't working for you, Leander, is because you want her, tell me I am wrong."

He shook his head. "Please, Elizabeth..."

She growled and got to her feet, her face livid. "Bastard!" She cried. "Well, she is welcome to you! Go and be with Miss Fucking Perfect if that's what you want, you deserve each other."

Leander cringed, his shoulders slumping as Elizabeth stormed across the grounds, her back rigid. He rubbed his face with both hands and sighed.

That was bloody horrible!

....*....

The music coming from the piano was a dark, emotional piece, and MC entered the music room slowly, her eyes falling on Leander as his hands moved dramatically across the keys to accommodate the complex chords. He looked in pain, distressed, and she almost turned to leave until she realised that he was crying.

Torn between going to him, and giving him some privacy, she hovered, anxiously twisting her hands. Then, he stopped playing, removing his hands from the keys and he spun to face her. He wiped his face and shook his head. "Apologies," he said, thickly. "Please, excuse the state of me."

He got to his feet and picked up his robe from where he had draped it over the wood railing. "I will leave you to it," he said.

"Leander...are you alright?" She asked. Her heart twisted at the flicker of emotion that crossed his face. She risked a step closer. "What is it?"

He sighed. "I behaved like a bastard today," he said. He couldn't meet her eyes and he shook his head, turning to move past her. "I'm sorry. You don't need to hear this."

On instinct, she reached out and gripped his forearm, halting him before he could pass her. She looked up at his tear stained face, his reddened eyes. "Wait," she pleaded. "Don't go off alone like this. Talk to me, maybe I can help."

He bit his lower lip, wincing. "I ended things with Elizabeth, and now she hates me, which is no more than I deserve."

MC blinked in surprise. "Oh! I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," he said. His eyes met hers, his gaze softening. "Definitely not your fault. This is on me."

His voice cracked a little on the last word and he took a breath. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Stop apologising for feeling sad, Leander," she said. "There is no shame in it. In fact, if you need to cry, then do it. I'm not here to judge. But I might hold your hand if that would help. Just don't run off to cry alone, okay?"

"Okay," he whispered. He gave her a sad, half smile. "You're too kind, you know. I'm not sure I deserve it."

"No such thing as too kind," she said. Unable to stand it a moment longer, she pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around him. She placed her head facing outwards against his shoulder and rubbed his back, trying to offer him so comfort.

He stiffened at first, and kept his arms at his sides, but then he slowly responded, his arms coming around her, and his head bent to lean against hers. They remained like that for a few moments, and MC closed her eyes, telling herself that he was heart broken here. She shouldn't be savouring the solid feel of him under her cheek, or breathing in slow and deep to savour the clean scent of his jumper, and the inticing scent of his cologne.

It felt too good to be this close to him, and she couldn't help but probe the thought that he no longer had a girlfriend. Flushing at her forward thoughts, she was glad he couldn't see her face.

She shifted slightly, the movement nuzzling her cheek against him, and then she felt the soft touch of his fingers in her hair at the back of her head. The drag of finger tips grazing her scalp sent a shiver down her spine and he stilled at her shudder. Goosebumps erupted up her arms and her heart was in her throat making it hard to breathe.

She could hear his quickened breaths and she lifted her head to slowly look up at him. This close to him she could see the little flecks in his irises, the delicate sprinkle of his freckles and she felt like they were both suspended in time, gazes locked, his hand in her hair and her fingers gripping at the back of his jumper.

He whispered her name and her gaze dropped to his mouth. His lower lip was so full, so inviting and her chest tightened, pulse flickering as he lowered his face to hers. His kiss was soft, oh so gentle, but deliciously erotic as his lips dragged over hers. They both breathed hotly, lips parting, hovering a whisper apart. Desire was a swift, burning wave surging through her and she craved more.

His tongue flicked to graze her lower lip before he kissed her again, harder this time, the sound of it loud in the quiet room. His grip tightened in her hair, tilting her head back so he could claim her mouth again, his moan a desperate sound that sent a shock of heat through her.

They were moving, her back meeting with the wooden railing that ran the length of this level. He pressed against her, the solid weight of him crushing her against the wood as his tongue swept into her mouth. She welcomed him, kissing him back.

It wasn't a crush. This was more. She gasped for her breaths as his mouth moved to press slow, hungry kisses along her jaw and down to her neck, his tongue swirling to taste her. She moaned and tilted her head, exposing her throat to him, her eyes blinking as she gazed up towards the huge bells and rafters of the tower above them.

"Fuck," he hissed. He stopped kissing her, pulling back and putting his hands to his face. "What am I doing? Gods, I'm so sorry."

"What?" She panted. "No, don't be sorry..."

He shook his head, backing away. "Forgive me..."

His eyes were dark and tortured, his cheeks flushed and still stained with tears. He pushed a hand through his hair, muttering more apologies before he turned and hurried from the room.

MC was still leaning against the railing, her heart thudding, her lips swollen from his kisses and her mind spinning in disbelief at what had just happened.

He had kissed her, and she had liked it. No, she more than liked it, his mouth waking up a need inside her that warmed and clawed at her insides.

There was no denying it now. She wanted him, and he had just run out of the door away from her.

Now what?

To be continued... Part Three

#Spotify #hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x leander prewett #leander prewett x mc #leander prewett #blueraineshadows

[moriartyluver]

DYING WISH CHAPTER I

“AH, YOUNG MISS MORIARTY!”

A short girl of about 11 years walked through the door to the post office with a smile.

She went up to the counter to collect her package and thanked the man at behind the counter.

"You really mustn't come all the way here for this, Miss Celeste"

The (hair colour) haired girl paused for a moment before remembering who she was pretending to be. She opened her small mouth politely and reached her hand out to grab the letter.

"It was on my way so I chose to drop by." She smiled

"Ah! From your mother, I see." She nodded with a small smile. A yell from outside had caught her attention.

"ARGHHHH!! I'm busted!!"

"Oi!" the man from the counter called out to the men gambling outside. "This ain't a casino, y'hear me?!"

"What now..? Keep going..or stop...?"

"Twist." Said the girl, approaching the men quietly.

"Huh?"

"Twist." She smiled once more.

"I'll trust you on this..lass.." The man muttered, dramatically pulling out his deck and slamming them onto the table.

"Ooh! Exactly 21!"

"That was bloody amazing love! You sure you don't have a future seeing quirk?!"

'Celeste' smiled with a flustered expression. "My doctor does suspect I won't be quirk-less forever. Perhaps I had a quirk for as long as I've known." She laughed it off, implying she was joking "Not at all. There is always an 80% chance of winning pontoon if you can calculate the probability of the cards..!"

"Appreciate it, young lady!" The man waved to 'Celeste' as she left the table with a goodbye.

'Celeste' carried on walking through the streets of modern London with a polite smile. Her dark red dress hit against her legs as she walked through the streets.

"Young lady moriarty!" A woman called out to her, asking for her advice on how to fix an issue with her plants while another woman consulted the girl on an issue her son was having with his quirk.

'Celeste' proceeded to give both the ladies perfect solutions to their issues, before being interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Wont you get in the car?" A calm voice called out to his sister "we can return home together."

"Very well, brother Albert." She said, patting down her skirt as she rose from her previous kneeling position.

While she got into the carriage, the man from the post office shooed away the gambling drunkards outside his shop.

"Begone! Disperse, The lot of you!" He watched as the men began to leave.

"That kid seems really lady-like and posh." A well rounded man asked "who is she and that other boy?"

"Do you not know them? Those are the son and daughter of Mr Moriarty. He owns a grand support company and his family live in luxury." The man smiled at the two children entering the expensive car. "They're both very well educated. It's a shame the younger girl is quirkless. She really could pass off as having an intelligence quirk if she wanted to.."

"They've grown.." the other man mumbled "I heard they've been funding multiple projects to help improve hero society..still..has Miss Celeste always looked like that...?"

Meanwhile, in the car, Albert was talking to his younger sister.

"Popular with the common folk , I see." Albert smiled "what troubles have they brought for you today?"

"an issue with flowers sprouting aswell as a boy unable to control his quirk."

"It's as if you have become their consulting hero. It really is a wonder you don't have a quirk with that palace of intelligence you have. I'm glad you like helping people though." Albert put a hand to his cheek while 'Celeste' kept her eyes stuck to her lap, in which a box of pastries lay

"By the way brother.." she spoke "a baker gave me these as a thanks for the work I had helped him with a few days prior."

"Well, those are your just deserts..!" Albert reassured "I won't say anything as long as you can share with Louis."

"Thank you brother..for everything.."

The two children had returned to the moriarty manor after a while of riding in the expensive vechile. As soon as they had gotten back, Louis, (name)'s younger brother, had greeted her with a smile.

"Welcome home." He smiled

"What are you doing out here, Louis? You need your rest..!" The girl ran to her brother, fussing over him like an older sister would.

"He can still move, can't he?" A voice called out to the two of them "I don't see no harm in having him help around a bit."

The red eyed girl glared at the butler behind Louis, finding it difficult to contain her anger.

"Welcome home, Master Albert."

"..again with this..." the boy muttered angrily

"And you!-"

The butler's rage at that moment had even managed to startle the young girl, who was usually calm and composed.

"How dare you ride in the family's car! Know your place!!"

"no! I let her in the car!"

"Louis.." 'Celeste' passed the pastries to her brother "take this to our room.."

Louis nodded and took it silently, obeying his sister's orders.

"Master Albert, as son of the head of the Moriarty family, a family know for their prestige in hero society, you must stay away from quirkless children like these-"

Albert coughed loudly, growing more and more irritated by the second.

"You must take of your dress. The fabric of those clothes come from master Albert's old clothes but you are not worthy of wearing them!" The butler said, turning to little 'Celeste' who obeyed his command. "You must be so proud..." he mocked "to wear such expensive clothing. Other quirkless street urchins could hardly imagine wearing anything but rags. To think there would be a day when I'd have to serve such lowly devils-!"

After the incident with the butler, 'Celeste' had went to see her mother while she scrolled through her social media on her phone as she sat in her lounge.

"I'm back." She said as she creaked the door open.

"-did you deliver my letters?" The ginger haired woman asked.

"Yes," 'Celeste' smiled devilishly "mother."

The middle aged woman raised her head, shocked by the audacity of the 11 year old girl. She stood up and glared at the girl.

"Do not mistake your position in this family..!! You are merely a quirkless orphan we had taken in to improve our social status! An act of charity!! You are nothing but a unwanted quirkless child!!" She placed a hand to her chest whilst she yelled at the top of her lungs. "You have no right to consider yourself the child of a woman like myself!!! You filthy street urchin-!!"

'Celeste' did nothing but smile politely at her adoptive mother. Not a word was uttered from her lips yet the older woman seemed to take such great offence to this. She raised her hand, preparing herself to smack the child before being interrupted by a young girl.

"Mother?" The voice called

"C-Celeste?" Her mother stuttered "you've returned. Class ended earlier today?"

"Huh? from your screaming, i had thought you had had another row with father..?"

"Why would you think that dear?" Mrs Moriarty asked.

"Father's not home. Busy meeting with heroes?" The dirty blonde haired girl paused "or is he busy with the mistress...?"

The mother looked at Celeste, stunned at her choice of words. She was speechless. How could her own daughter say such a thing?

"Really crappy business, right mother? You should go take care of your appearance or dad will get bored of you. Maybe think about that quirk surgeon or something.. you don't want him leaving you because he thinks your ugly. Imagine. A woman raised by one of the biggest heroes in the United Kingdom gets cheated on by her husband..! You'd be an absolute laughing stock." Celeste sighed then turned to the adopted child. "Wanna stop by my room later? We can have a tea party, hm?"

She started walking away before quickly popping back onto the room. "Oh...! And your hair colour looks just like hers..fathers mistress.."

The real Celeste walked away with a small grin on her face as she heard the sound of a hand smacking a cheek while her mother let out all her irritation onto the orphaned girl.

People are not born equal. This was the harsh truth young 'Celeste' had to learn from the day she was born. 

It all began in keikei city in China with the news that a bioluminescent baby was born. After that, 'exceptional' individuals began popping up throughout the world. The cause was unclear. As time passed, being exceptional became the norm.

As of now, 80% of the world has these exceptional abilities. Being without such a skill was strange and became more and more uncommon as generations went on.

It was incredibly rare for someone born recently to not have one of these powers.

The world progressed thanks to the founding of these powers, however that didn't mean there weren't any consequences.

In the United Kingdom, another class war had broken out due to the strain of having these powers. This meant that quirkless individuals were treated like worse than living trash while those with better quirks than other were worshipped. Only about 3% of the country's population were that privileged.

In the current century in the UK, corruption had made its way all over the country. This was largely due to the confusion and progression of the country because of the powers. In this country, there was a strong and clear distinction between social classes, affected mostly by the ranking of heroes.

Depending on the status, one would be doomed to die in the same conditions as they were born in. The academic choices of individuals would be limited no matter how intelligent.

In this society, peoples worth was constantly pushed onto them this gave rise to discrimination of those who were 'lower'.

"You're here." Celeste called out to the other girl.

"In this nation, those who are above have the absolute command, after all.." 'Celeste' smiled.

"Sit." The brown eyed girl gestured. "Simon. Pour her some tea, would you?"

"Miss.." The butler hesitated but eventually gave in, fearful of disobeying the little devil.

"That will be all. You may leave."

"But Miss-"

"It's alright." 'Celeste' interrupted. "I won't steal anything."

"That's right. She's a member of our family now. So no more of that attitude towards her, alright?" Celeste demanded.

"If you will excuse me.." Simon left the room, irritated.

"He's quite rude, isn't he? Thinks he's so great cus he's the boss of all the servants here.." Celeste pushed one of the teacups gently to the girl sat in front of her. "Could die for all i care. These working class people are all replaceable tools."

nothing but a smile in response.

"You and louis have been here for a year now. How is he, by the way," Celeste paused "(name)?"

"his condition has mostly stabled after some rest. His heart rate has also returned to normal." The air was tense. The (hair colour) haired girl understood that Celeste had been planning something. She knew she was in danger. "All thanks to the care of Mr and Mrs Moriarty!"

"it's the least we could do for the two of you," Celeste said while raising a teacup to her lips "after Albert brought you here from the orphanage..."noblesse oblige". The word comes from when britain was divided into various social classes. Whoever claims to be noble and heroic, must carry out charitable duties. Such a concept is easy for those with a high sense of justice. In our family, that would be big brother Albert. Every good aspect this family could have had has been congested in him."

The mood in the room had changed so suddenly. (Name) knew what to expect.

"that's your real purpose, isn't it?" Celeste continued. "Don't think you can trick me. All you're after is the social status this family can give you. But trash stays as trash until it dies.."

The sound of tea pattered against Celeste's dress, staining it with red.

"As long as this Celeste James Moriarty is here, she will do anything she can to see you crushed under her feet."

'I hate it.'

The harsh feelings of whips lashed against (name)'s skin. Blood seeped out from her arms while her 'mother' whipped her sadistically.

'I hate this world.' She thought 'This society where your worth is branded on you from the moment you're born. Based solely on characteristic you can't control..quirks..wealth..'

'I despise it.'

"I'm sorry..if only you didn't try to help me.." Louis said, wrapping bandages around (name)'s cuts.

"It's alright, Louis..! You were busy being tutored by master Albert, after all..." (name) smiled reassuringly. "Wounds like these will disappear within two months anyways."

(Name) turned away from her little brother and looked up to the 14 year old.

"More importantly, is it okay for you to be here? Wouldn't Simon and the other servants find out you were on the servants floor again?" She asked "It's so dusty here, not good for such a noble person like yourself. You should go back to your room."

Albert stayed silent for a moment. He turned away with a nod a shut the door.

"..sister..?" Louis asked "why had master Albert brought us to this place? Is it because of his duty as a future hero? Because he sympathised with us both? It's true that he saved us, but what's in it for him?"

"People will always take advantage of each other. But just because we can be of use to each other, doesn't make it a bad thing. We are saved because we excepted his offer." (Name) explained. "If we wait a little longer, we'll see what he wants from us..because..he agrees with my vision.."

'How interesting...come with me and I'll give you everything.'

The sound of plates clacked against knives and forks. The usual Moriarty breakfast.

"Tomorrow will be your birthday, Celeste. When autumn comes, you'll be sent to private school. Do your best at studying so you can have a top seat like your brother Albert. Unfortunately for you, you are unable to enrole in hero academies or quirk based schools so you must do well in your academics." The brown eyed girl lifted her head to her parents with a small pout.

"It's rather hard for me to focus on studying, father." She said "to stay under the same roof as those two infected creatures..just thinking about it makes me feel disgusted."

Albert glanced at his spoilt sister with irritation evident in his expression.

"Haven't we done enough for them? We ought to chase them out of here already." Mrs Moriarty chimed in. "Did you know one of them spilt tea on poor Celeste earlier? Her brother, Louis, seems to be recovering well, so shouldn't you tell them to get out of here?"

"It's not that easy. I cant just get rid of them. It could damage the Moriarty reputation." Said Mr Moriarty while he continued eating.

"If only they would do something bad enough for us to get the cops or heroes involved.." Celeste muttered to her mother.

"Celeste. I told you, you must speak like a proper lady. None of this street slang. Those street urchins must be rubbing onto you.."

"-by the way, a man gave me his thanks for what you did in the city earlier, Celeste. Apparently you had helped him in some way.." Her father spoke "what exactly did you do for him?"

"In the city? Maybe they mistook me for someone else." Celeste said. "Unless I have business there, I'd never leave the car and socialise with the lower class. Stupid quirkless idiots, they are."

"Indeed. It's disgusting that they speak the same language as us."

Albert eyed his father. Wasn't his sister quirkless? Why would she make fun of and insult those who she was similar too?

"Mother. This year on my birthday, it's on the same day as Easter. I'd like to organise a grander party for myself. That would require much preparation so I'll ask Simon to keep the lights on till late at night. I will have to invite Josie and Marlie for tea."

"Don't invite anyone from Mr Kimble's family. I here they're hero agency is going under bad times. Seems the rumours about them being unable to pay their inheritance taxes are true.."

The emerald eyed boy stood up. He felt dizzy. Tired. Frustrated.

"I won't invite Lily. Her parents have only been in the hero industry for a few years."

"Will the son of Mr Lytton be coming? There's rumours he might be becoming one of the top 5 heroes in the country soon. No harm in getting to know him."

"Invite many heroes children. The more connection we as the largest support company have, the better."

'Ah..this family..it's distorted like everything in this cursed society..' Albert thought. 'It's ugly and abhorrent..'

"Albert? Is something wrong? You've been acting strange lately.." his mother worried

'It's you people who are wrong. I don't want to see you, speak to you or even hear you. Yet I am helpless to do anything..' he strode up and walked out of the dining room.

"It's their fault, isn't it?! You've been deceived brother! They're influencing your mind!!" Celeste yelled "Why'd you even pick those two weaklings for your hero charity work anyways?! Why did you choose them?! You told me it's because they can read and write, but is that really all?!"

'Yes. It is.'

One year ago

"Forgive me sister. I could not come and help last week." Albert told the nun. " I was struck by a flu, you see."

"It's alright master moriarty." She smiled. "You've made the children happy. You should go home and rest. I hear hero work is very demanding."

"I don't like staying home very much sister-"

"-Read this book for me!" A girl rushed passed the older boy with a grin.

"Ah- of course! I'll be right-" he had realised she want talking to him, but rather a small girl on the bench.

"The heroes just gave us this new book!" She laughed while handing it to the red eyed siblings.

"Who are they?" Albert inquired

"That pair of children had arrived at the orphanage last week, while you were gone." The nun replied

"They both know how to read and write. The brother is quite sickly and the sister is quirkless, unlike her brother." She continued "We don't know much about his quirk yet though..The older one has a sharp mind, she's able to shock most adults. Some say she turned out this way when she was sleeping in a bookstore and a shelf of books collapsed on her"

Albert glanced once again to the red eyed girl with her blonde brother who both sat reading a book to the other children.

"If there's one thing for sure, is that they are both very smart.."

'This curious girl' Albert reminisced ' she had become the centre of attention within her first week at the orphanage.'

The young girl had piqued Albert interest. He grew somewhat wary of her after one peculiar encounter they had, although it initially didn't appear to be much.

"So from this calculation..the progress rate for one person is about 10 inches per hour. The ground around here is very hard so if you work without rest for 24 hours..." The scarlet eyed child was explaining to a crowd of men while drawing with a stick in the coarse dirt.  "..it would require one week of work to dig 40 yards deep.."

"Solving problems again?" The future hero called. (Name) lifted her head to turned to the older boy with a curious look on her face "it seems you are an adviser for the people here...or would the term "consultant" be more correct?"

"We just do what we can to survive sir." The girl said, attempting to cover up any misdeeds. "Lend people our knowledge to get good things in return. It's much more peaceful than commuting crimes or resorting to villainy."

Louise watched as his sister paused for a moment before speaking once again.

"Besides, when I see someone in trouble,if there's anything I can do to help," she smiled brightly "then I will do the best I can..!"

"Robbery at Thompson Hero Agency" read the article in the newspapers.

"The contents of the safe were stolen from the underground. They say the thieves drilled a hole into the safe from the sewer...

...40 yards deep."

Albert's emerald eyes shot open as he recalled the encounters he had with that girl from the orphanage.

"That's what they get for scamming quirkless folk in the first place. Serves 'em right."

Earlier at the orphanage

The green eyed boy stood outside the door the the small room in the orphanage, careful not to make any unnecessary movements in order to avoid being heard.

"Being a hero must be great, isn't it?"

"Indeed!"

"You get to wear pretty clothes and cool costumes, eat tasty food and sleep on a warm bed..people will even get jealous of you. But being a noble hero is proof that your ancestors did great things. Noble heroes are those who descend from the big ones in hero society, whether a hero or relative." The familiar calm voice said "There's also good people like master Albert among the noble heroes too, remember? That's why they're great."

"Right!"

"But there are lots of bad ones too.." a dark haired boy said "The ones who yell at us and called us quirkless nobodys..or making fun of others for their scary quirks, calling them future villains."

"My mother used to work for them as a sidekick and she eventually died in battle..the hero didn't care at all-"

"I taught you, did I not?" The tone in the room had suddenly changed. "What do we do when we see evil heroes?"

"We hit them!~"

"Crush their bones! Kill them all!!"

Albert pressed his back against the wall. A single drop of warm sweat trailed down his forehead while he shivered.

"Evil nobles must be erased!"

'Without their evil, this nation would be an ideal world. Even though they call themselves 'heroes', they're some of the most evil in the county.' He glanced over at the smiling (name) who sat in front of the cross at the small church's alter 'so she sat and preached in front of the lords eyes..'

Present time

"Master Albert?" Louis called whilst he sat up in his bed.

Albert walked towards the small and dusty dresser that lay between the siblings' beds. Their lay old and cracked dishes. If one looked hard enough, they'd be able to see slender traces of mould. He picked them up and through them out of the open window, cold wind rushing against his face.

"You need not eat these slops anymore."

Louis observed as the teenager stood in front of  (name). She lay with her hair disarray on the pillow, quiet snores leaving her soft lips while her chest rose up and down.

"My apologies sir, but my sister is asleep."

"I know, Louis. She possesses an abundance of knowledge. A capacity of understanding so fast, it's frightening. But that also gives her an unfathomable fatigue." He said in concern "I have a question for her...what will you do, when you finally have a meeting with evil?"

(Name)'s eyes fluttered open, revealing her iconic red pupils.

"Will you hold fast to your belief and kill them?"

Later on, young 'Celeste' was seen cleaning candles in the halls or the Moriarty manor. It was common for the wealthy to be obliged to decorate their homes with old fashioned technology. Although there were electric chandeliers, there were also oil candles scattered around the mansion due to the lady of the house's fixation on them.

"Unbelievable..forgetting to turn off all the lights after being told.."

"You! Low born!" One of the maids called out to her "make sure to clean all 548 candles in the house before morning, will ya?!"

"We're 'eading to bed."

"The two of them will get it done, you have no need to worry." Said Albert, suddenly appearing behind the liaise who were harrasing (name).

"M-master Albert! W-we..we're just-!" They stuttered

"Yes, you were heading to bed." He turned his attention back to (name) on the ladder. "You can leave. I'll stay here to watch over their work."

The candles continued melting, the flames burning the wax. The same flames that were to be responsible for the death of many.

"...is here fine..?" Celeste asked her mother, who was aiding her in shoving silverware into the drawers of the scarlet eyed siblings.

"Yes, quickly!" Her mother replied

The door slowly creaked open

"Do you have any business here, Mrs and Miss Moriarty?" (Name)'s calm voice asked

"Tch!"

"You-!"

The silver fork in their hands reflected the light of the candle.

"Ah..I see.." (name) said. "I thought I had told you, this afternoon, that I won't steal anything."

"Hmph! It doesn't matter what you say!" Celeste laughed "we found our silverware in your drawers. It's our word over yours. You'll be kicked out soon and the police will have you street urchins in jail!"

"That's right!" A chair crashed to the ground "it's a disgrace to have you filthy children in here. Leave the moriarty family at once!"

"Fine then, call them." A shadow urged.

"Albert?!"

"Why are you here..?!"

"Call them." He continued "and I will be the one to prove their innocence. After all, as a hero in training and the heir to the Moriarty support company, I have the upper hand."

'Will you hold fast to your belief and kill them..?'

'Will that be your reward for us..?'

'Yes...I need your mind and I need your courage.'

Snap "as per master Albert's request."

Another snap.

"We will now punish you for your misdeeds." (Name) held the wooden stake to her face.

"What are you saying..? Do you think you can harm a hero...?" Mrs Moriarty trembled.  "We're your family, Albert.."

"Stop." He interrupted "to think your filthy blood is running through my veins..! It makes me want to be sick!!"

They both looked at him in horror.

"My heart is filled with nothing but disdain..for this family! For this society!!" He paused, regaining his composure "but that will change today...

We will rid ourselves of evil like you, once and for all."

Celeste gagged as 'Celeste' shoved the harsh stake through her mouth. She could feel the splinters in her throat as she coughed up her own blood.

"Celeste!!- euragh..!" Mrs Moriarty called to her daughter. She was pushed against the wall while Albert strangled her with his tie.

Tears threatened to spill from Celeste's eyes while she felt the same stake piercer through her stomach. They were going to die. She groaned, attempting to remove it in a panic while she watched her own mother crumple to the floor as she died.

"Removing that will only cause you to die faster." A sinister yet angelic voice called out to Celeste. "We need you to live a little longer.. the police may be incompetent but this will not be enough to fool them."

She knelt down to the fallen Celeste, her dirty blonde hair drenched in blood.

"We need you to die in a way that when the coroner examines you, you will look like you died due to inhalation of smoke."

"Haah-! Whaa-!!?"

Louis watched by the door while Celeste's dark chestnut eyes filled with tears.

At the bottom of each candlestick, they had left a little water. Then when the candles would have melted, the water at the bottom would head up and cause an explosion. They had planted this water in all the 548 candles around the manor. The place had blown up and set on fire as soon as the children had made their way to the door.

Mansion burnt down due to neglect from the maids.

That was everyone's conclusion. 

The perfect crime.

"The children!" The firefighters yelled "they're still alive!!"

"Time for us to go." Said (name), turning to make sure her brother was following behind her. "Louis?"

"Hugh!" He groaned, pressing a piece of burning wood to his cheek, leaving a wound in its place.

"Louis!"

"What are you-?!"

"T-To make your plan go as perfect as possible, sister..this burn is a small price to pay.." Louis stuttered. "No one will doubt an injured child...consider this a thanks for saving me from my illness. For everything you've done for me."

Accomplices are family. Only by standing with each other, can we survive.

Earlier in the church room

"How interesting. This has been a brilliant lesson." Albert said to (name). "But in doing so, you will become the enemy of the heroes around you. You will turn this nation into your adversary. Are you prepared to fight the whole of hero society?"

"That is my intention." The scarlet eyed girl smirked. "A persons worth determined by their family's success and the quirk they were born with..only when there is equality is when all men and woman will be happy and free. But equality is nonexistent in this society, this country. All people are cursed by their social status. It tainted their hearts, twisted them. Gave birth to evil. My intention is to reverse that."

(Name) turned around, stretching her arms out in front of the stain glass window while looking into the grey sky.

"Only when evil has been eliminated will men's hearts be cleansed, and their curse with it." She smiled "then this nation will become beautiful!"

(Name) turned back around to Albert with a smug smile.

"So, will you tel the heroes about this, master Albert. After all, you are a hero in training. You wouldn't want to let go of your status, would you?"

Louis had stood behind the boy with a mutated finger pointing a knife at him. He waited for (name) to signal whether to stab and attack him or to leave him be.

"Come with me."

Light shon behind the scarlet eyed girl, like a halo.

"Come with me."

In this moment, he had found his comrades.

"Give me your brain, and I will give you my authority." He said "my status, my wealth. Even my life, I shall give to you. You shall have everything you need to fulfil your aspiration."

Back to present

'My only wish..is that you show me..that world..that beautiful world of your imagination..'

"Are you hurt?!"

"Someone get the doctor! Or a quirk healer!"

"What's your-"

"Albert. Eldest son of Mr Moriarty. Albert James Moriarty." He said. "These are my siblings. Celeste James Moriarty and Louis James Moriarty."

And so begins the story of the legendary Celeste James Moriarty. The lady of crime.

A/N: finally cross posting dying wish!! I’m quite proud of this fic so please enjoy!!

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha #bakugo katsuki #—dying wish 🕰

[chaos-incarnate-sleepyneo]

What is this Tumblr Page about?

Aight lets do dis. I'm bad at tumblr so bare with me! This is gonna be a long one…

This tumblr page is intended to present the journey between my character/sona Neo (@aimdoesart) and @sleepyzz0h characters Noon and Evening. This all started when a close friend of mine initiated a silly discord roleplay that has since become a super elaborate and story driven project over the past year, so we have decided that we would try to compile the literal thousands of art pieces and mini comics into something that others could view easily and perhaps enjoy alongside us right here on tumblr! We have an idea of how we want to finish this story, but as of now it's still not done! I have began to write everything that has happened thus far in the story in google docs and boy have I been considering making this story into a fic.

While this story is mainly focused around the relationship between Neo and the two brothers, there are plenty of other friends who have contributed to this project as well and together we've created a whole world that expands well beyond the scope of me and Sleepyzz 3 main characters. I'd like to say thank you to everyone who has worked with us and will work with us in the future on this project. Anytime someone else's character or contribution is mentioned in this story we are going to enthusiastically bring recognition to them, because the more people involved in this D&D-esk project, the more alive the world feels. Every character is 3 dimensional with their own strengths and weaknesses and it's been an adventure exploring the depth of each and every one of them. The environment of which these characters reside is explored and directly affects the characters goals and aspirations. The differences in society in this fanciful universe have me personally captivated and frankly in a choke hold.

We can't wait to share everything we've got here on tumblr. Granted it might take some time because we have to sift through so much work, but we hope y'all will like our story as much as we do! Special thank you to @neko-rena for being the reason this project started in the first place. Without you I never would have even met Sleepyzz. So, thank you! With much love -AIM/ Neo

[TLDR] This Tumblr page showcases a year-long project documenting the evolving story the characters, Neo, Noon, and Evening, originating from a goofy Discord roleplay. The collaborative effort involves a diverse group of friends contributing to a rich, three-dimensional world. We would like to express our gratitude to to our friends and collaborators as we plan to share the compiled artworks and mini-comics here on Tumblr, emphasizing the complexity of characters and societal differences within this fantasy universe.

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