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an-angels-fury · 4 months

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Two Men in Love

Hey people! Guess who came back with a fresh new Caspeter fanfic?! 😘

A big thanks for @eds-gryff for making 👉 THIS AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL VIDEO 👈 that inspired me to write this piece (that with some luck will receive like... 5 notes or something like that).

I'm really considering to start posting my fics on AO3. Who knows...

Anyway, good reading! 🫶

P.S.: A friendly reminder that English is not my first language, so don't fuck me up, okay?

P.S. 2: The fic's title comes from the song of same name by "The Irrepressibles" (THIS IS THE CASPETER ANTHEM I WON'T ACCEPT CRITICISM! 👌)

P.S. 3: The photos and quotes used on the aesthetic were all found on Pinterest, but the edit was made BY ME. DON'T FUCKING REPOST IT!!! 😡

The afternoon sun was already reaching its peak when Peter took the same usual route back home. He had left early in the morning to travel the long distance to the small village where he cared for his patients. The start of the day had been peaceful and, luckily, no particularly serious medical cases had to be dealt with, just minor incidents such as a 7-year-old girl with a broken ankle after falling from a tree, a lumberjack with a dislocated shoulder and an old fisherman who had some difficulty breathing - a problem definitely related to his advanced age and his addiction to smoking. Unfortunately, no matter how many times Peter warned him about the consequences of excessive cigarette use, it was a harmful habit that the old, stubborn man was not willing to give up.

The doctor was climbing the hill, coat and suitcase in each hand, admiring the green, undulating mounds that decorated the landscape that was beginning to form before his eyes. He couldn't imagine choosing a better place to spend the rest of his life - well, actually there was another place, but it was the only place he already knew he could never return to. For a moment, Peter found himself downcast, the weight of melancholy taking over his chest. It was a feeling he was already familiar with, although it became less constant with each passing year. A king could leave Narnia, but Narnia would never leave him as long as he lived. He was absolutely sure of that.

A loud noise woke him from his cloud of thoughts, and suddenly the bittersweet feeling in his heart disappeared. A dog with yellow fur and big ears came running towards him, barking at the top of his lungs, and the blond man didn't hesitate to drop his things and opened his arms to welcome him. When he least noticed, Peter found himself flung to the ground, laughing like a child as the animal on top of him licked his face, wagging the tail happily. When the dog calmed down from his euphoric state and allowed the poor man to recover, Peter sat down on the grass and scratched the animal's head right behind the ears - exactly in his favorite spot.

- I missed you too, big boy - he said with a big smile on his face.

That sweet moment was interrupted by a whistle coming from not far away. The dog turned his head and remained quiet for a moment, just looking towards the supposed place where the sound had come from. Soon after, a man's voice was heard, calling him by the name. Peter would recognize that beautiful voice from any corner of the world.

- Rhidon!

The animal didn't blink before barking and running away again. Without rushing, Peter got up and walked a few more meters until he finally saw the small cottage that, a few years ago, had become his new home. In front of the door, there was a very happy Caspian carrying Rhidon in his arms as if he were a giant baby. Peter couldn't help but laugh at such an adorable scene. The dark-haired man smiled back at him and made room for him to come in.

- I hope you're hungry. - Caspian said.

- Starving. - Peter joked.

The smell of fresh bread coming from the kitchen reached his nostrils, which quickly remind him that there were still some sweets and baked goods left in the special basket the baker's wife had given him in thanks for taking care of their sick son. Peter sat down at the table and allowed Caspian to serve him.

- Bon appétit. - Caspian placed the plate in front of his companion and leaned over to give him a little smootch.

The young telmarine had no cooking skills when he arrived in England, which was expected of a prince who spent most of his life being served by others around him. Fortunately, because he was a curious person and fascinated with everything that was different and unknown to him - one of the many reasons why Peter had fallen in love with him -, Caspian was quite willing to learn, especially having Susan and Lucy to help him. Although neither of the two boys were masters in the art of cooking, they loved creating new recipes and dishes whenever they had the opportunity. It was one of their favorite pastimes.

The cottage in which they lived was a simple but no less charming place. The walls were painted a beige tone and the windows were adorned with white shutters and small pots of wildflowers outside. It was possible to hear the slight creaking of the boards when walking on the wooden floor, but this was never considered a nuisance for any of the residents - on the contrary, it was considered a relaxing and even inviting sound for both. In the living room, there was a couch and an old armchair where the boys usually sat at the end of the day to relax in front of the cozy heat of the fireplace.

The location of the house couldn't be more perfect either. The cottage was built in a rural area, surrounded by nature and relatively far from any sign of human life. On the other hand, the place still had a considerable distance between the village where Peter always worked - and where he and Caspian went twice a week to buy the supplies and food necessary for their daily lives - and Professor Kirke's mansion, who had become a great friend, confidant and tutor for the two young people since their last adventure in Narnia. He was responsible for helping the Pevensie siblings teach Caspian everything about their reality - he still remembered fondly from time to time of the prince's shocked expression after finding out they all lived in a round world! -, as well as being Peter's greatest guide during his journey to build his career in medicine. The couple made frequent visits to the master's house, where they also met up with Lucy and Edmund - and sometimes Susan as well - to spend the afternoon drinking tea with cookies, telling stories and even plotting little pranks to make fun of the Professor’s poor housekeeper Mrs. McCready, who had already grown new strands of gray hair since the last time they were there. Sometimes it was as if they had never stopped being children.

But the best part of it all was that Peter and Caspian no longer had to worry about hiding their love. They could court, exchange passionate kisses, walk across the field hand in hand, rest their heads on each other's shoulders, lie embraced in the meadow in the sunlight. They were free to express all the affection and intimacy that other lovers shared when were together.

The two sat at the table without saying a word for most of the meal, just exchanging shy smiles and affectionate looks. Even after all these years, they still felt and acted like two teenagers in love.

- And you? Aren't you going to eat? - Peter asked, noticing that Caspian hadn't picked up a plate for himself.

- I had already eaten before you arrived. - Caspian explained - You came back early today. How was your afternoon, doctor?

The blond one smiled at the other man's playful tone and moved his hand towards his, interlacing their fingers. From there, Peter began to tell a little about the patients he had seen that day. The two continued talking for a while until, a few minutes later, they got up and went to the couch in the living room. Peter decided to take a new book from the shelf to start reading - one of those lent by Professor Kirke -, while Caspian allowed him to lie down on his lap and just stayed there, running his fingers through his lover's golden hair and carefully watching the change in his expressions as he flip through the pages of the book in his hands.

Caspian recalled that one of the things that surprised him most when meeting Peter was seeing with his own eyes who the man behind the legend was. From idealization to disappointment to acceptance and, finally, to love, he reached a point where he realized that Peter Pevensie - the flawed, vulnerable being who was willing to carry all the burdens of the world alone for the protection of those he loved most, even that this meant putting his own pain aside and suffering in silence - was much more fascinating than the heroic and majestic figure of "The High King Peter the Magnificent'' that he had learned to adore and idolize since he was a child. He felt honored to be one of the few people to know details—intimate secrets—that couldn't be found in any dusty old history book: like the way Peter's shoulders relaxed when he lay awake at night, incapable of surrendering to sleep, sitting against the window frame watching the stars; the unique and special glow that lit up in his smile whenever Lucy was with him; all the wonderful sounds that escaped his mouth when Caspian touched and kissed him in all the right places every time they made love.

Every touch, every gesture, every perfect imperfection made Peter, his husband - perhaps not officially recognized by the law of men, or even in the eyes of God, but real to them and their dear ones - the extraordinary man he loved so so much. And Caspian hoped he had the rest of their lives to show him that.

After a while, Peter got tired of reading and, in one quick movement, closed the cover of the book and sat down. Curious, Caspian remained quiet, looking at the other man, who soon spoke with a voice full of enthusiasm:

- Let's go outside!

Before he had a chance to react, Peter was already pulling him off the couch and guiding him to the front door. It didn't take a second for Rhidon, who was previously asleep on the floor, to wake up to his owners' excitement and quickly follow them. The three of them ran out into the open air, their messy hair flying in the wind and barefoot, feeling the earth, the fallen leaves and the dew on the green grass under the soles of their feet. At that moment, they were not gentlemen of English society, nor soldiers rebuilding their lives in a chaotic world ravaged by war, much less kings of a land full of talking animals and magical creatures. They were just two happy, carefree boys with indomitable spirits and fire in their hearts. They knew they had everything they needed.

When they were both exhausted and out of breath, Peter and Caspian lay down together and watched the way the setting sun painted the sky in strong shades of orange, pink and red. Well, just Caspian, actually. Peter had all his attention focused on the young telmarine's face. The former prince's beauty never went unnoticed in his eyes, even at a time when he still believed to despise him with every fiber of his being. Honestly, the fact that the High King felt so captivated by those piercing black pupils, that tanned skin, those long dark locks that fell over Caspian's broad shoulders in beautiful waves only served to make him even more annoyed with the other’s mere presence.

Not that this was the first time a man had made Peter feel this way. Apparently, romantic relationships between people of the same gender had always been seen as something natural in Narnia, which surprised him at first, considering the fact that he was raised in a world where such an attitude was seen as something abnormal and, at worst, a crime. He remembered the few occasions he had got the attention of some members of the court and messengers from neighboring kingdoms during his and his siblings' reign. There were times when he corresponded and even took the attraction game further. But none of his suitors had ever made Peter feel what he felt when he was with Caspian. And at first, it terrified him. It did because, even after so many years, he still heard voices whispering in his mind, calling him cursed names.

Sick. Unclean. Aberration. Sinner.

But with Caspian, something changed. Those aggressive words began to lose their force. All it took was the sweetness of his smile or hearing him call Peter’s name and suddenly, all the noise inside him was reduced to the purest silence. Now, he could hold Caspian's hand without feeling dirty. He could say "I love you" in its truest meaning without feeling the weight of guilt taking over his heart. He finally allowed himself to feel pleasure, not shame, in being hugged, kissed, touched and, above all, loved by his partner.

You love him and he loves you. You are happy. You are not hurting anyone. There is nothing wrong with that.

You are not broken. You don't need fixing.

Peter stayed like this, lying on the taller man's shoulder, admiring the calm and dreamy expression on his face.

- That's what I love most. - Caspian broke the silence, his voice calm.

- What?

- Moments like this, where we can be alone. Just you and me.

And then came the smile. That damn stupid, charming smile that always made a warm blush rise to his cheeks. And there was only one thing Peter could - and desperately needed - to do about it. He propped himself up on both elbows, held Caspian's face between his hands and pressed his lips against his, giving him a long, slow, fervent kiss.

That's what made Caspian so beautiful, the blond man told himself: it wasn't just his physical beauty, but all the color and beauty he brought to Peter's world. And he had no words to describe the extent of his gratitude for having this wonderful human being by his side.

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The night was calm. The only sounds in the room were the continuous music playing on the radio station and a gentle breeze that blew against the glass of the closed windows. Even after they had already eaten dinner, Peter returned to sit at the table in the kitchen to pay attention to issues related to his work. He was analyzing some notes he had written over the last few weeks related to the project of a new clinic. For a long time, Peter saw medicine as a chance to wash his soul of all the blood he had shed in his former existence, to use his hands to heal and save lives instead of taking them. He wanted to prove to himself that he could be much more than a weapon, an instrument for violence and death. And in the end, he succeeded. But he wanted it to be just the beginning of an even bigger plan.

The young man was so deep in his thoughts that he almost jumped out of his chair when he heard the clinking of the saucer being placed on the table. Peter soon felt the hot steam from the teacup being blown into his face.

- To keep you awake. - Caspian's gentle voice reached his ears.

- I'm not that tired. - Peter replied without looking up from the papers - You know, you don't need to pamper me all the time. I'm already grown up.

Caspian just snorted at his husband's typical petulance. It was a silly behavior he was already quite used to.

- But that's how our relationship works: you take care of everyone. And I - he paused his sentence to approach and kiss Peter's left cheek and only then completed - I take care of you. So, accept this at once and stop complaining.

All Peter did was roll his eyes and simply accept his lover's affectionate gesture.

- Thank you. - Peter said, this time in a more delicate and less irritated tone. In return, Caspian held one of his hands and placed a kiss on his fingers, letting his lips take time to caress that pale, soft skin. When that contact finally ceased, the telmarine was taken by surprise when he noticed the way the man sitting in front of him stared back at him, following his every slightest movement, without ever looking away.

Peter's eyes were the first thing that caught Caspian's attention when they met. Those blue eyes, deep and clear as the ocean, sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes restless and stormy, where giant waves crashed and broke against each other. Caspian always felt like he found a new adventure every time he looked into those eyes, a new secret to be revealed, a new dark corner to be found, an infinite number of possibilities and mysteries that would be impossible to discover in a single life. Even those who called themselves the bravest explorers would be intimidated by the sight of those turbulent and unpredictable waters, but Caspian wasn't one of them. He came from a long lineage of pirates, the daring and danger of the seas ran through his veins. He was not afraid of drowning - in fact, he gladly embraced this possibility.

Suddenly, a slow, romantic ballad started playing on the radio, waking the two lovers from their frenzy - or maybe it was just carrying them into a new dream.

- Would you give me the privilege of follow me in this dance? - Caspian invited him, speaking in a low, deep voice in a way that let his Spanish accent even more evident. He knew very well the effect such seductive move used to have on Peter and how to use it to his advantage.

- The tea will get cold. - the other one stammered in a failed attempt to disguise the desire that took his breath away.

The dark-haired man just chuckled cheekily.

- Just shut up.

Peter didn't even try to retort as he knew that any form of resistance would be futile. He just stood up and let Caspian guide them to the little slice of Heaven the two of them shared.

Since the first time he and his siblings were sent away from Narnia, Peter didn't believe that he would ever be able to feel such genuine joy in worldly things again, like taking an afternoon nap in the shade of a tree, inhaling the scent of the pages of a book when you open it, feeling a snowflake melting on your tongue or even practicing small acts of altruism and kindness on a daily basis that were capable of transforming lives in miraculous ways - he also quickly learned that he didn’t need to be a powerful hero to help those who needed it most.

And of course, dancing at night in the middle of the kitchen with your love. It was another one of his favorite pastimes. Two bodies united, moving in time and space. Heart against heart, beating like drums, sharing the same melody. They were flames, burning and turning everything around them into shadows and smoke, until there was nothing left but the music and two souls naked in the starlight.

The tea was left forgotten on the top of the table, along with all his responsibilities. At that moment, Peter's only reality was Caspian's hair tangled between his fingers, those strong arms running around his hips and the heat of the young man’s lips brushing the skin of his neck. He had never felt so much pleasure in being totally surrendered. All Peter could do was close his eyes, sigh deeply, and just exist.

After that, it's not known exactly how much time has passed. Any sense of hours or minutes became completely clouded and scattered. One moment, the two men were standing in the kitchen and the next, they had been magically transported to the bedroom, taking off their clothes and continuing their dance, but this time, to a rhythm that only they could hear. It was an old song of which only they knew the notes, the rests and the chords. They were the only ones who knew which parts of the body they needed to touch with their hands or mouth to make the other moan, scream and sing.

At the end of the act, the two found themselves thrown onto the messy bed sheets, sweaty bodies intertwined in the darkness. Peter rested his forehead against Caspian's collarbone and closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin and concentrating on the heavy rise and fall of the boy's chest. Then, he felt Caspian wrap his arms around him and slowly slide his hands down his back, massaging specific points on his spine with circular movements of his thumbs. It was a calm, relaxing sensation that made all the tension in the blond's muscles disappear, allowing him to sink into a deep sleep.

It was still something strange to him, being with someone who made him feel safe, protected. In most situations, it was Peter who was forced to take on the mantle of protector, as the eldest brother and as king. It was a challenge to give up this role that he had imposed on himself for so long. It took patience and reflection for him to finally understand that his family was no longer in danger, that the war was already over. That he didn't need to fight anymore. Of course, there were still days when he was haunted by terrible echoes of the past, nights when he woke up to the sound of his own crying and the screams in his head, afternoons when he walked very attentively down the street or stood still for a minute in front of the cottage’s door in an unusual state of alert, as if he feared that something bad was about to happen at any moment.

Now, everything had changed. Peter had found someone he could show his demons to and he knew they wouldn't run away. Not that he had never been vulnerable when he was around his siblings. It was hard not to be when the four of them knew each other better than anyone else: Susan could read his thoughts with just a single look. After years of fighting side by side on the battlefield, Peter and Edmund's minds worked as one, always predicting and preceding each other's every move and strategy. Lucy's presence was enough to calm the storm of emotions that shook his insides.

But with Caspian, that feeling had a different flavor. It wasn't better, nor worse, it was just… new. Peter would face a thousand armies out of love for his family and his kingdom. The love he felt for Caspian made him want to lay down his sword and strip off his armor forever. It was the kind of love that made him want to live, not just survive.

Yes, sometimes all a king needed was a safe haven to lean on. Sometimes, what a king needed most was just someone he could be weak with.

#bia's failed attempt at writing #also I beg you all to please ignore any possible historical inaccuracy in this 🙏#I didn't specify the time in which the story takes place but I imagined it like 5-6 years after the ending of “Prince Caspian (movie-verse)#oh and can I mention HOW BEAUTIFUL 40's SONGS ARE?!!! I'm just commenting 'cause I heard many 40's vibes playlists on youtube #to get some inspiration while writing this fic and OMG I FELT SO RELAXED AND NOSTALGIC (FROM A TIME I WASN'T EVEN BORN) IT'S SO CRAZY!!!! 😍#the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #tcon #c.s. lewis #narnia au #peter pevensie #caspian x #prince caspian #caspeter #caspian x peter #peter x caspian #william moseley #ben barnes #disney #fanfiction #narnia fanfiction #narnia fic #narnia aesthetic #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #my edits #oneshot #one shot #my writing

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skibasyndrome · 5 months

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new wilmon-ifyable song! ready to be re-imagined and reinterpreted (because tbh wilmon is far from as grim as the thing I think the song is actually about but... we're interpreting here, okay) for those sad, Wille-being-indecisive-and-a-mess-and-hurting-Simon-in-the-process, on-and-off-while-painfully-in-love feelings

I love you more than any man But something's getting in the way I do you harm because I can For the second time today

(from this post)

I ask you for another second chance But then I drink it all away

(still from this post)

And when I get drunk You take me home And keep me save from harm

I was so delicate when we began So tender when I spoke your name

But now I'm nothing but a partisan To my compulsion and my shame

(still from this post)

... yeah no, I'm not okay, actually

#wilmon #young royals #prince wilhelm #Wille you fucking idiot. I love you and you are my son and and I know you haven't had it easy but my god #don't you EVER dare even trying to THINK about hurting Simon in any way ever again or we will be having words #this isn't analysis idk what this is #this is an attempt at visualizing /something/ because I can't do edits #placebo #let me tell you... placebo just always hits. very many great songs in general but also some very wilmon-ifyable ones!#fic material? maybe. although it's more like canon material tbh #don't mind me just got wilmon on the brain to cure myself from the paper

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weirdnerdygoat · 4 months

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Oh look, a younger ford blushing picture...

I... may or may not be making something...

#stanford pines #gravity falls ford #gravity falls fanart #Uhh I've never once like interacted with the tumblr gravity falls fandom #Also i technically have a fandom blog but uhhhh there's too much notifications and now I'm avoiding it because it's scary-#TT^TT #But anyways yeah I'm tryyyying to make some sort of PMV/animatic or something:DD #Which I've attempted before but I've never gotten as far as now so yay!#And it's a very short song and i mightn't do the full one anyway so realistic goals B)#I expected to get this far with like a warrior cats thing seeing as that's been my most consistent obsession lately #Plus the thing I've drawn 90% of the time lately (admittedly 99% of my drawing is doodles in class)#But the billford obsession took over like yesterday and it's too strong #Like i read ONE fic and now this is happening TT^TT #Also it's a crime that there's only one billford animatic on youtube #A CRIME #Like come onnn y'all have seen the piano serenade + whatever simping in journal 3 #At least the animatic is really good though nice and toxic and fucked up :3 #Because like i don't get wholesome billford stuff because there's NO WAY their relationship could EVER be healthy without huge au stuff #But yeah I've been playing the animatic on loop and i think my brother hates the song from it by now #But yeah i think this is it for my 2 am ramble!#That's why i love tags #Don't have to worry about being annoying XD

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nerosdayinanime · 11 months

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knock knock let me in let me be your secret sin ; left right straight ahead theres no way out youre dead

#neros art tag #kny sabito #sabito #fratboy sabito posting #halloween au #labyrinth(oomph!)#sorry giyuu... muse replaced lmao #i love this song sm #anyways im adding this to the halloween au #another fic i started and never finished. concept is fun tho #the hashira work for an organization that rescues & protects magical creatures and helps whoever they find in unethical experiments #the fic starts with giyuu and kyojuro being a team in a raid on some place that got their hands on an ookami- they find sanemi & genya #whove been medically altered with its body parts in an attempt to make. something. they didnt get info on that before the raid #sanemi got its limbs and genya got some of its organs & they like literally just finished the surgery when the raid started so they were #real fucked up. sanemi's limbs were in a fucking box in the corner. anyways i ditched it at the point when shinobu came to see if they #were okay for transportation #i was just drawing to the song bc i like it sm but now im thinking they find some place that made a monster labyrinth to gamble off of #they trick poor people into trying to survive for prize money and they have other ppl bet on who'll win. winner's prize money goes to the #people who bet on them & they get to be the next test subject for monsterfication and subsequently tossed in the labyrinth #no one wins here. its all life or death and theres a lot of death.#giyuu thought sabito died long ago but he was actually taken and attempted to be mashed-up with a kitsune- it didnt work- he got tossed in #the labyrinth. corrupted memories and temperment due to the kitsune's powers- hes learned to survive against the other monsters #giyuu infiltrates as a contestant while some other hashira do so as workers/gamblers and giyuu has a run in with sabito & freaks th fuck out #especially since sabito's trying to Kill Him #i should add more body horror to this au. sanemis not enough for me

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simplegenius042 · 7 months

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Music Monday & Last Line Tag

Tagged by @poisonedtruth

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @direwombat @voidika @g0dspeeed @adelaidedrubman @chazz-anova @cassietrn @deputy-morgan-malone @strafethesesinners @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @strangefable @derelictheretic @wrathfulrook @inafieldofdaisies @minilev and @jillvalentinesday

Paul Yellowjack is a character who has gone through many changes. He started as Silva's first real father figure, a teacher who raised her on morals to live by, protected her from Adam when the poor-excuse of a man wanted her back, and lead his people in a revolution against their violent oppressors on the Archipelagos. Ultimately, after the massacre though, he ended up as a tragic fallen hero whose core morals corrupted when put through tragedy after tragedy, leaving bitterness to take his heart and (regrettably) lash out at the world, before Silva could restore his hope again. Left down a dark path for so long he can no longer return as the man Silva once knew (even if there are shades of him deep inside the villain he has become), and sadly neither wishes him to, Paul because of his self-loathing, Silva because of the pain he inflicted on her. There is a longing between them, but both have gone down two different paths, with no way to return to one another (or at least, that's what both believe). I believe this song reflects his turmoil perfectly. I'll probably explain in the tags.

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"I want you by my side So that I never feel alone again They've always been so kind But now they've brought you away from me

I hope they didn't get your mind Your heart is too strong anyway We need to fetch back the time They have stolen from us

And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on, doing the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise Shouldn't talk about it

And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on, doing the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise Shouldn't talk about it Shouldn't talk about it

Coldest winter for me No sun is shining anymore The only thing I feel is pain Caused by absence of you

Suspense controlling my mind I cannot find the way out of here I want you by my side So that I never feel alone again

And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on, doing the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise Shouldn't talk about it

And last line for The Years In Hope County, which is getting pushed for possibly next week.

"We've come a long way. You've come a long way," Elsa tells [Sylvester], downing the latte in her hands like shots at the Fairgrave's bar, "You may not see it but... we're already honouring them, just by being alive."

#far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #oc: paul yellowjack #fic: the years in hope county #oc: elsa omar #so with paul and silva one of their favourite pass times was dancing #and their dance was always a way for them to feel connected with each other and express their familial affection to one another #however the “dance” as described in the song has changed #“you've never danced like this before” being a euphemism for “you've never desired to kill me before”#who “they” refer to are those who have “stolen” silva away from paul especially now in his villainy #that being the residents of hope county and her remaining family like elsa + persephone and allies like gavin and kamski and etc #“coldest winter” and “no sun is shining” refers to both literal examples #like the archipelagos #as well as metaphorical #like his emptiness and loss of silva #“we don't/shouldn't talk about it” refers to both the lack/loss of communication between silva and paul #and paul's guilt preventing him from acknowledging and processing the event that completely destroyed any chance of recovering silva's love #“i cannot find a way out of here” is essentially being unable to escape his eternal servitude to zachariah the orchestrator #“you're heart is too strong anyway”#paul acknowledges that the morals he and others' had taught silva has made her defiant and against his attempts to bring her into villainy #(which also stops silva from giving up and is part of the reason she refuses to join eden's gate and their violence in the future)#it is something he can't help but feel pride and relief from #there's more but you can probably come to your own conclusions on what those are #Youtube

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anniesardors · 1 year

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“So, for the very first time, this is…”

#upstead fic #one more song fic #I haven’t posted a teaser in forever so this is my attempt 😅

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chiropteracupola · 1 year

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the wind and sea do follow thee /

and all the ledges calling thee...

#em draws stuff #treasure island #squire trelawney #doctor livesey #selkie au #it's been long and long but I've had these two on the brain lately #and because my current fic is un-illustratable for several reasons I decided to pop back over to an old favorite #'peter kagan and the wind' has been my song for calming down lately and it's a very similar vibe to what I want out of the selkie au #it has actually been eight months since I've drawn trelawney and I've decided to change up his design after years and years #liking the new shapes (which I can actually draw well I think)#specifically right where his neck and shoulder meet - it's closer to how he's built in my head than I've ever captured before #and I've been liking the more defined pockmarks that I do on alan so I've decided to bring those over #I'd always intended for some similar stuff texture-wise on trelawney but I wasn't being very confident in it so it was difficult to see #but in the end this is just me splashing all manner of things that I like for these two into one drawing #good saturated purples and my best attempt at those mignola-esque gravestones and a try at capturing how tom harpernovakaine writes them...#this whole thing went through many moments of looking unsalvageable but in the end it is probably one of my best drawings of them #I have a very early livesey drawing stuck to the back of the ol' ipad so it's really cool to hold that up and compare how far I've come #it's been an interesting three years and I think I'm a much more confident artist now!

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bsaka7 · 2 years

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tender and afraid | daniel-centric | 3.2k | for @furiarojas

Daniel dreams of mountains on the airplane. Deep rocky crags and sharp snowy peaks. Dangerous and silent. It’s a quiet flight from Chicago. It’s a long drive from Bozeman. It’s a long drive to somewhere that he can pretend feels like home (it doesn't).

#hope u enjoy haha #this is my first attempt at daniel-in-mt fic. see how it goes lolol #i guess this is kinda depressing but you could probably read it as not that depressing if you wanted #also i am not catholic. for the record #Literally just listened to iron and wine 2 songs on repeat

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floatsthruspace · 5 months

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Hi! I have had a few ideas? Inspriations? Prompts? rolling around in my brain for literal years at this point. I just can't find the right words to string together to make a story come to life. I've tried so many times but I am not a writer. I just had to put my thoughts down and put it out there to get it out of my system. I went through a Hozier phase and some of his lyrics just hit right for ObiYuki. I was inspired and so here we go with a free write. If this is already out there -because I don't think these are the most original ideas- please let me know...

here it goes...

Muse: From Eden- Hozier

early manga chapters- Obi realizing he loves Shirayuki

After ch. 7, As Obi gets to know Shirayuki, he comes to the realization that he recognizes himself or understands where she comes from because she is not soft little flower. The little comments or certain reactions she makes remind him of ones he seen in himself or others that come from humble or tough beginnings. Her comments about hard winters after her grandparents passed. She surprises him with her knowledge of bar culture and a lot of what that implies. He recognizes loneliness and wariness in how she carries herself in certain situations. Her hair scarf shielding her from unwanted attention in public places. At first, he is curious as to how Shirayuki came to be because she is good and bad things shouldn't happen to good people. Then he is in awe of her because she has come out strong and still good after all she has been through. As a result, without his permission his heart lets her in little by little. He knows he is not good enough for her but he begins to care for her. He hovers on the edge of honoring her relationship with Zen or making the effort to woo out from Zen's arm no matter if he corrupts her a little more. So he continues to be by her side as her friend and guard watching and waiting to see if she turns her heart to him instead.

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Muse: Like Real People do- Hozier

Early Manga Chapter

A scene of like recognizing like and a bloom of love. Possibly Ch. 11

Obi was working in the greenhouse with Shirayuki and Ryuu. He was just musing about the conversation they had earlier about a sweet treat from their childhood that they somehow both remembered having in their past. Just then Shirayuki came over to give him a new tool and he turned to her. In that moment, the light caught her eyes just so and he was engulfed in a sea of emerald. He felt like he was submerged into a memory of girl that was kind to him once. A girl that offered him a sweet roll with a kind smile. A girl that didn't look at him in terror but surprise and concern as he snatched the roll from her. He then tumbled through memory after memory from the last few weeks of that summer long ago that were the happiest and warmest he ever had in his short life. As he was pulled out of the emerald waters, he reached out to grasp at the last dregs of the memories. He blinked and Shirayuki's stunned face came into focus and he realized he had her face mask in his hand. they blinked at each other.

After that day, Obi would wonder what happened to that little girl to turn her into this steadfast and brilliant woman. She was loved and her hardships have been hard but they couldn't have been as terrible as his, could they? Her humble beginnings were slowly being revealed to him as they were becoming friends. He had so many questions but he wasn't ready for the conversations that could open. He decided that he couldn't ask of her what he couldn't do.

Alternatively, Shirayuki realized she understood Obi. Lyrias arc

Shirayuki had been noticing Obi a lot more lately. (wink wink)

After everyone else had turned to bed and it was just the two of them left at the inn's table after dinner. He had been entertaining the group of them with a daring story of how he escaped and outsmarted bandits when he was just a child. "A strong strapping man, miss" "you were 11, just a boy!" When he was finished he ordered another drink for him and a tea for her. The rest of them begged off in hopes of a warm bed waiting for them in their rooms. Shirayuki turned to Obi and found him staring into the distance lost in his thoughts as he nursed his mug. Shirayuki was thinking about all he had said and she was wondering what kept him in that memory even now that his story was over. She knew he had been through so much- she has seen his scars. She had so many questions about his past. She recognized so much of her in him. He was stubborn, hard working, kind when he wanted to be, and capable. she wondered what his young eyes saw that made him this way. She already knew but she wanted him to tell her. She craved it when he looked at her when he was lost in thought or after a night of their conversations. She wanted to be closer to him, he was her friend. She wanted him to trust her with his mysteries. She wanted him to to to...

He looks so handsome in this light...

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Last one!

Muse: It Will Come Back- Hozier

When Shirayuki finally makes her move. Obi is not spooked by her move but emboldened.

He's had an idea that she was giving him signs that she was into him. She would look at him with heat in her eyes. She would brush her hand against him while the walked. She would blush she he looked at her from time to time. He did his best to keep her at arms length because he wasn't sure he could control himself. Little by little he gave in to little things like his hands at her waist. Leaning in close to speak in her ear. Rest his hand a little longer than necessary when he could. Then one night after a long day of dealing with nobles with him at her back. She had enough of him being so close but not enough to touch. It was almost like he was teasing her. She made her move and he gave in. ;)

Obi.

Miss.

Obi, I. (deep breath) Obi I would like you to stay.

Miss, are you sure? Once you let me in, there's no getting rid of me.

I know.

Shirayuki.

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That's it! It's not exactly what I had in mind or what I've pictured but its close. I've had so many versions of each idea written down but they never made sense as coherent stories. Maybe one day I'll actually attempt it again. For now, the songs and the ramble scenes are enough for me.

If you made it this far- Thank you! I am forever inspired by all of you writers and artists.

#obiyuki #ANS #akagami no shirayukihime #on writing #song fic #just an attempt at putting down my thoughts/ideas/inspirations down #I hope it makes sense

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