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autumnsxxangel · 8 months

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SandRay are an homage to Wong Kar-Wai's Happy Together and in this essay I will..

...actually explain it because I see people catching his homage's to Western queer media, but not really his shout outs to Eastern queer media.

I assumed there would be allusions to Happy Together when I first saw the trailer, but this last episode centered around Ray really cemented it for me. After all, why would P'Jojo reference all these Western queer shows and not talk about what is probably the most iconic piece of Eastern queer media ever?

Wong Kar-Wai & Happy Together

For some background information, Wong Kar-Wai is a famous and insanely influential Hong Kong filmmaker. If you're a film nerd, you probably know who he is and recognize his style. If you like film and metas, I would recommend watching some of his stuff because afterwards, you'll realize just how much influence he still has on modern media, especially in Asia. Stylistically, he's known for rich color grading; thematic usage of music; an unending sense of nostalgia, heartbreak, and missed opportunities; and dialogue that mean nothing on the surface because everything meaningful is boiling just under, left unsaid (If you've watched Everything Everywhere, All At Once, the entire actress universe sequence was an homage to Wong Kar-Wai). His actors always do a phenomenal job because so much of what they need to portray can't be communicated through words. It makes sense why SandRay, aka FirstKhao, were chosen to represent Happy Together as they are the strongest actors out of the group.

Happy Together, simply summarized, is about two men, Ho Po-Wing and Lai Yiu-Fai, who are in a very tumultuous relationship. They end up in Argentina because they wanted to visit the waterfall that's on a lamp that they own. They get lost, end up using all their money, and have to figure out a way to get back to Hong Kong. While there, they break up, get back together, and break up again.

The movie was released in 1997 and is still ranked as one of the best queer movies of all time. The two main characters are played by Tony Leung and Leslie Cheung. You might recognize Tony Leung as Simu Liu's dad in Shang-Chi. Leslie Cheung was in Farewell, My Concubine, and was famously a bisexual man with a long term male partner. This is significant because it was virtually unheard of to be out and open at that time (he made his relationship public in 1997 though he had mentioned bisexuality in earlier years), especially in Hong Kong which was, and still is, very homophobic. Leslie received a lot of hate for his sexuality and androgyny. (If you're interested in learning more about Leslie as a queer Asian figure, this is a good video essay that goes over his work and his life).

Sand as Lai Yiu-Fai

Fai's, and in turn Sand's, character can be summed up by one line, "One thing I never told Ho Po-Wing was that I didn't want him to recover so fast. Those were our happiest days."

Both Fai and Sand are very static, straightforward characters. They stay above board for the most part and work a variety of jobs to survive. They have their morals about what is right and wrong, which unfortunately is both of their downfalls.

In Happy Together, Wing breaks up with Fai because he is bored with the relationship. He basically says, "I'm bored being with you. Let's break up. If we happen to meet again, we can try again." Then he leaves Fai stranded on the side of a highway.

Later, he reappears in Fai's life. The first encounter is a fight, much like Sand and Ray's first meeting in the bathroom. The second encounter is because Wing gets beaten up. He goes to Fai because he knows Fai will feel obligated to take care of him and he does. It becomes the beginning of their rekindled relationship.

Similarly, Sand has a strong sense of obligation. There are already metas out there about how Sand has a bit of a hero complex. He sees Ray too drunk to drive and he had to step in. He doesn't just take the keys and order a taxi. No, he takes the keys and drives Ray. Sand sees Ray being all sad and pathetic and he can't stop himself from helping. It makes him feel useful. It makes him feel needed.

Both of these men are caretakers. They show affection by providing care. Sand ends up cooking for Ray just as Fai cooks for Wing even when he's sick. As an added bonus, they both make fried rice.

Both Sand and Fai are characters that stand completely still. Ray and Wing always know where to find them. Sand can always be found at YOLO and Fai is at his apartment. Because of this, Ray and Wing come and go as they please. They know that Sand and Fai will take them back...until they finally don't.

Ray as Ho Po-Wing

Starting on a base level, both characters are bratty, needy, promiscuous, spoiled, and selfish. But most importantly, they both share a love of fluffy cardigans.

(I also have a theory they keep putting Ray in wife beaters as an homage to the 90's HK cinema style because otherwise...I just don't understand why, as a rich asshole, he's always in wife beaters. By Thai BL logic, he should be in shirts with too many buttons unbuttoned.)

Wing and Ray are both the ones controlling the pace and direction of the relationship. They come when they need someone to nurture their wounds, both physically and metaphorically. They leave when they're bored or have things they deem more important. They both initiate intimacy and won't take no for an answer.

Wing does this by first trying to join Fai on the couch and then chasing after him to the bed and begging him to let them sleep together.

Ray does it by continuously getting Sand to get in the car with him and then using his puppy dog eyes.

They are both also very, very pouty.

Wing's line is "We could start over". He says it every time he comes back after he's the one that ends the relationship. Fai always fights taking him back, but he always does it anyway.

Ray doesn't really have a line yet (unless you count his "na na naa~"s) but he bats his eyelashes and so far Sand has given into him every time. Sand keeps trying to set boundaries, but the moment Ray begs a little bit, Sand crumbles like a house of cards and lets Ray have whatever he wants.

Relationship Parallels

Wong Kar-Wai is known for making movies about star crossed lovers who are meant for each other, but aren't meant to be together.

Like Wing and Fai, Sand and Ray fill in each other's cracks in a way that complements each other. However, because of the nature of the cracks themselves, them complementing each other is exactly what makes the relationship so toxic. One stays and one goes. One takes and one gives. One is steady and one is flighty.

Most of what I wanted to say about the parallels between their relationships is in the character comparison. What I'm more interested in is the future of SandRay's relationship, especially if they continue to parallel Wing and Fai's in Happy Together.

Obviously, Wing and Fai don't end up together at the end. It wouldn't be a Wong Kar-Wai movie if they did. What is interesting is that Fai's relationship with Wing eventually pushes him into becoming something angry and spiteful. Once Wing heals, Fai knows that he'll become bored and want to leave. In an attempt to get him to stay, he steals and hides Wing's passport which is insane because they are both gay men stuck in a foreign country where they don't speak the language.

Wing, of course, leaves anyway.

There is also a third character, Chang, whom Fai ended up liking. These new feelings are what eventually pushes Fai to leave Argentina and move on from Wing and move on with his life.

The question is, if SandRay follows that same path as Happy Together, what will be the passport that Sand tries to hold over Ray and who will be Sand's Chang?

Stylistic Parallels

Smoking

Making Ray and Sand smoke is definitely an homage to Happy Together with the added bonus of being a metaphor. For the most part, we rarely see characters, especially main characters, smoke in Asian media because smoking is reserved for 'bad' characters.

Cigarettes in Happy Together represent boredom. Fai and Wing smoke at the beginning before they rekindle their relationship because they are just moving through life. Once Fai and Wing get back together, cigarettes stop making an appearance. It isn't until their relationship started deteriorating that we see the men smoking again.

This can also be said about Sand Ray's relationship. They started their 'involvement' with cigarettes. However, the last time we actually see them smoking is in ep 2 right before they hook-up. Since then, we have not seen either of them smoking. This probably means that we'll see one or both of them smoking again when their relationship starts to break down.

(In the preview for ep 5, there is an ashtray in the background on the balcony so let's see if Boston finding out about them is a catalyst for them to start breaking down.)

And of course, there is the added homoeroticism of asking for a light.

Ray's Opening and Closing Scenes

Ray's episode is really what made me go "I see you P'Jojo".

Ray's episode starts with a shot of him isolated and in emotional pain. The camera is claustrophobically close and it keeps moving around. He has a little voiceover opening. It's calm, it's contemplative, it's a little existential, and it is irrevocably sad. If that is not a Wong Kar-Wai staple, then idk what is. Even the song that starts playing gives me 80s, 90s Cantopop vibes.

Ray talks about how Mew being his emergency contact and the one he goes to. Fai talks about how Wing always comes back to him and says "Let's start over".

The movie and the episode ends with both of them once again isolated, alone. They've been through an emotional journey and they've technically moved on. But there's always the idea of not being able to fully let go in Wong Kar-Wai's movie. So just like how Fai has physically removed himself from Wing, but not emotionally, has Ray actually fully removed himself from Mew?

Cinematography

Then there's just a collection of scenes that reminded me very heavily of Happy Together and Wong Kar-Wai's style. I would have added pictures from his other movies for comparison, but Tumblr only lets me put 30 images in a post and I don't want to make a 2nd post.

This scene is specifically from the 1st trailer so I hope they keep it in the show.

This one I call the inevitability of falling. Both Sand and Fai realize they're fully committed to their decision to take care of Ray and Wing here.

The end title card

Actually, all of the end title cards give very Wong Kar-Wai vibes. Look at that saturated, neon color grading. Look at the elongated shots. The intense feeling of isolation.

I'm assuming we'll get all the characters at one point, but so far it looks like the end credit cards indicate who the narrator of each episode is.

Anyway, that's it for me! Sorry it was so long and rambling. I tried to organize my thoughts but as I was thinking, more thoughts would pop up and I'd get distracted. If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends series #sandray #ofts meta #only friends meta #happy together #i have to post this now because if i dont ill keep writing and ive already spent too much time on this #if anyone has other screenshot comparisons post them #because there are a few more scenes that give me major wong kar-wai vibes #but im too tired to look for them now

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keqism · 10 months

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𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

⌇ feat. diluc ragnvindr

⌇ premise. words that are left unsaid but not unheard.

⌇ cw. insecurities, angst undertones, gn!reader

"Are you happy with me?"

It's a question that Diluc asks you to reassure himself, because behind the cold, confident front he puts on, there’s a little boy who thinks he's failed as a son and as a brother. And Diluc’s biggest fear is failing again—this time as your partner.

It's a question that Diluc asks you every night. He comes home late from work, exhaustion settling into his bones as he quietly opens the door to your shared bedroom. Sighing, Diluc leans against the door frame, a faint smile on his lips as he observes the moonlight illuminating your sleeping figure. But the smile slowly fades when he realizes that you too might someday leave him, just like his brother—just like his father.

Insecurity continues to fester in his mind until he hears you stir from across the room. You sit up, your hair adorably disheveled, and reach your arms out toward him. And Diluc obliges, shedding his jacket to climb under the covers next to you and sink into your familiar embrace, an arm wrapping around your waist.

“Hello, love,” he mutters before pressing his lips to your forehead. You mumble something incomprehensible before tugging him down to lay beside you, the heat from your body warming his.

A finger is traced across your cheeks and down to your lips. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling and Diluc lets out a soft laugh before running his fingers through your hair in apology. Tucking your head into the crook of his neck, he closes his eyes, chasing after the drowsiness that weighs his eyelids down. But the seeds of doubt planted in his mind start to sprout, and Diluc turns to face you again.

"Are you happy with me?" The words are whispered across the cotton sheets.

A silent moment passes, and Diluc thinks you’ve fallen asleep. But then you turn towards him to meet those doubtful scarlet eyes and blindly reach for his hand, weaving your fingers through his and letting him hear the sound of your wedding rings tapping against each other. And although you don't say a word, he understands.

#diluc x reader #diluc fluff #genshin x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact diluc

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sunshinediaz · 5 months

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wip wednesday

mm hi pals, i'm working on the christmas fics so i haven't made progress on much of anything in the last few weeks BUT i have decided i want to get the burning house fic done before 14 march and oof, i will hit that goal

anyway, have an angsty snip i've shared before but i've made minor changes so pretend it's new

“You’ve got a lot of nerve bitching at me about Natalia when you’re no better than me.” Buck sneers, an ugly thing that twists his face up crooked and mean. “Marisol, really? I had to drag you to help fix up her place, and now you’re playing house with her?” “Fuck you, Buck. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Buck’s barked laugh is harsh and grating. “You don’t love her and you never will,” he says, shaking his head. “She deserves better than you.” Red hot rage shoves up in Eddie’s throat, acidic and thick. “Get out.” He moves forward and pushes Buck’s shoulders hard, ignoring the way Buck stumbles backward into the refrigerator, knocking off the pictures and nearly toppling over. He won’t hit Buck—never—but he needs Buck gone now. Right now. “Get the fuck out of my house, Buck!” Buck rightens himself, wide-eyed and pale in the face. He holds his hands up in surrender. “You want me to leave?” he asks, small and soft. His anger’s cooled significantly from a moment ago; he looks like a frightened child, full of regret. “Eddie?” No. No, Eddie doesn’t want Buck to leave. How could he? The itchiness in his fingertips and the chill in the center of his chest are only soothed when Buck’s around. But that smolder of fury in the pit of his stomach’s been stoked after too long and he needs Buck to leave before the cap on his wrath loosens and he takes everyone down with him again. “Go, Buck.” The please goes unsaid, unheard. “Get out.”

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon, @daffi-990, @hippolotamus, and @jamespearce9-1-1

tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @disasterbuckdiaz, @devirnis, @callmenewbie, @giddyupbuck, @wikiangela, @thewolvesof1998, @theotherbuckley, @watchyourbuck, @wildlife4life, @fortheloveofbuddie, @jesuisici33, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, and anybody else who wants to share <3

#the cool thing about being early to these tag games is that i get little surprises every time i click on the app #which is just awesome?#this fic is phew okay?? it'll end happy but it's divorce era 2.0 AND for my buck is going to break all the way down in s7 truthers #which i'm super excited for because when buck breaks down? eddie does too #anyway i hope u liked it and it WILL be finished before 14 march i swear to god #🫡#tag games

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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Headcanons for Killian Jones falling in love for Mermaid!Reader...

He's a pirate. He's taught to hate mermaids, to hate sirens. The amount of men they'd killed over the years - good men, good friends of his - that got dragged down to their deaths in the icy waters is like a kick in the guts every time he sees the flash of moonlight on the scales.

When he meets you, he's angry and he wants revenge for all those men and all those friends you and your kind have killed over the years. He tries to capture you, trying to bring you onto the boat to skin you alive and keep your tail as a prize. His plan doesn't go well though, he injures your tail but you manage to escape.

He loses track of you for a few days but he doesn't stop searching. You don't know why he's after you but you try your best to evade you.

He hears something one night, a sad song carried along on the calm waters, he leaves bed to find the source and sees the injured tail sitting upon some rocks with you sitting singing to the moon. He's angry and goes to shout on his men but he realises that you're not enchanting him, he's not being lured to his own death right now and so he stops and just listens.

Your song ends and you notice the Jolly Rancher sitting there, stagnant in the water. You realise Captain Hook is standing there just watching and listening. You don't find yourself scared like you had been whenever you saw that ship, instead you just find yourself watching him back.

For the next few days, he keeps up the guise that he's hunting you but actually he just wants to hear you sing. There's something about you, something he cannot shake and he needs to know more.

He docks the ships at a small island that he's tracked you to and late at night, he ventures out into the woods to go and find you by the coast.

Again, your song is sad and soft and Killian needs to hear it up close and personal. He breaks out from the trees to a clearing where you're sitting upon some rocks. He doesn't speak yet. He looks at the way your tail shimmers in the moonlight, the injury healing nicely. He's never really appreciated what mermaids look like up close and personal.

He steps forwards and breaks a tree branch causing you to freak out thinking that he's sneaking up on you to kill you. You leap it the water but he's shouting out that he doesn't want to hurt you, he just wanted to hear you.

So begins the start of something.

It's slow and uneasy at the beginning, the two of you unsure how to deal with whatever's happening here, as he docks late at night and the two of you share timid conversation.

He doesn't tell anyone. For two reasons. 1 - he's a pirate. He's supposed to hate you, to kill you and if anyone found out then he may have to do that. 2 - he simply doesn't want to. He likes whatever the hell this is. It's exciting.

The first time he leans in to kiss you, you pull away and dive under the water. You know that you have feelings for him but you can't. A mermaid and a pirate? That's just unheard of. It's an oxymoron in itself. Killian sits there, sucking his teeth, for a minute before getting up and going back to the ship.

You don't see him for a couple of nights, the two of you let you get your pride in the way and you're too embarrassed to see the other. The unsaid feelings, the almost kiss lingers in the air like a bad stench.

It's around a week later, he sees the flick of your tail, moonlight bouncing off of it as you lounge by some rocks. He docks the ship and comes to see you.

At first it's awkward but soon, he breaks the ice with a flirty joke.

He doesn't try to kiss you again but as the two of you sit side by side on the rocks, he asks you something much more intimate than a kiss.

"Can I... Would you let me touch your tail? I'll be gentle, love."

No one, no human, has ever touched your tail before and as he does, it makes your cheeks flush. It's entirely too intimate for friends and when he's finished, he looks at you deeply before... the two of you kiss.

Since then, he makes an excuse to dock each night so that he can spend time with you. Whenever he sets sail, he always looks to the West and sees that familiar flash of that tail.

The two of you don't really know what's going to happen or how it's all going to work out but you don't focus too much on that. You just focus on the way he smiles at you before kissing you, the way his hand delicately touches your tail... the way he whispers how much he cares for you under the moonlight.

#headcanon #headcanon prompt #prompt #killian jones imagine #killian jones x reader #killian jones #ouat #ouat imagine #once upon a time imagine #once upon a time #imagine

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im-a-marion3tt3 · 24 days

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Tw for pet death and an angry and greif filled Phantom. Apologies for spelling/grammar mistakes

The adjustment from the pit to the ministry was not easy for Phantom. It was the opposite as he was now placed somewhere he knew no one and all the rules differed. There was no need to fight for survival as everyone there wanted what was best for him. It was its own breed of stress as he no longer knew what was appropriate. That is where Aether stepped in.

Aether had been around for years, fully adjusted and quite content with his position in life. He saw himself in Phantom though and decided he would step in and try to befriend this unruly little demon. It was easier than he anticipated too. Maybe it was the bond of quintessence or maybe it was because they saw someone they cared about in the other, whatever it was it was left unsaid.

As time went on though, the ghouls kept seeing Phantom shadowing Aether, either hiding behind him or walking side by side. Everyone was quite content with this too, glad to finally see Phantom a little less on edge and he was learning how to use his abilities. Quintessence was notoriously hard to master, especially when one couldn't fully focus on it. Any progress was exciting to them though, and that is what really mattered.

The day they saw the biggest improvement in him was around month 4 of his being a part of the ministry. Aether and he had been taking a walk around outside, enjoying the chilled autumn air.

"When I first was summoned, I was so surprised by the seasons. I think they are lovely," Aether spoke softly as they walked, not expecting any form of reply. He had grown used to Phantom's form of company, involving the other person doing 99% of the talking and him seldomly letting out a hum of acknowledge, though that was few and far between.

"Cat," Phantom said with excitement, startling Aether. A word from Phantom was nearly unheard of.

"What do you mean, Phant?" The elder asked softly looking around. This caused Phantom to run off, starting Aether. He quickly followed after, very confused by this. Much to his surprise, he found Phantom around a bend, his knees in a puddle as he stuck his hand up a gutter.

"Oh-," The sound left his mouth faster than he could stop it. Aether cursed himself over it, not wanting to stifle the other actually seeming enthused about something. The younger ghoul was elbow-deep at this point before he slowly pulled his arm out, revealing a black kitten that was drenched. Aether could already see it, feel it, that this kitten had no shot in the dark. It was malnourished and the aura that hung around it just reeked of death and sickness. Phantom didn't seem to notice in the flightless.

"I.... help," Those were the 2 words Aether could pick up, there was a soft mumble of something between them but it was swept away by a breeze, one that caused the smaller ghoul to hug the kitten all that much more tighter.

Aether was sweating. He didn't know if he should agree to it or be upfront about the inedible. Sighing, he simply nodded, a fake smile plastering on his face. They would just have to cross that bridge when they got there, and maybe it would help Phantom open up just a little.

"Let's go dry them off," Aether said, placing a hand between Phantom's shoulder blade and leading him inside.

A few hours passed and Phantom was curled up in the infirmary, cat cradled between his arms as he sat on a window sill. Aether was working on the paperwork, sparing nervous glances at the two every so often. He could hear the smaller whispering little things to the cat in ghoulish making the older realize just how attached the two had gotten to each other.

Aether had left his care predominantly to Phantom, only stepping in when the other could seem to manage a small wound by himself. Other than that, it amazed him how much the younger had picked up, especially regarding quintessence which currently hung in the air around the kit.

Time went on without a problem, Aether escorting Phantom back to his room as the wee hours of the morning approached them. He ruffled both the ghoul's and the cat's head before biding them good night. And everything was well, all the parties went to sleep.

Until Aether was awakened by frantic pounding at his door causing him to jump out of bed and fling the door open, looking tired and panicked. He was met by a sobbing Phantom holding the unfortunate cat they had found earlier.

"Help me, pl-please Aether. I- I- didn't do... do anything wrong," Phantom stuttered out, hugging the cat to his chest which prevented Aether from getting any idea as to what was going on.

"You have to let me see him if I am going to help, Ant," to which the cat was trusted into his hands.... fuck.

"Why don't you come in, alright?" Aether spoke far gentler than he usually did. Unknowingly, Phantom rented, following at Aether's heels. He brought the ghoul over to his bed and had him sit down, gently setting the cat back into the younger ghoul's arms as he knelt down. This confused Phantom greatly.

"Yo- You have to he- help!" He hiccupt, actually yelling at Aether in his panic. Other ghouls could be heard, stirring at this commotion. Phantom never yelled and barely had a talking voice most times.

"There is nothing I could help with, little one. I am so sorry, so so so sorry," Aether said quietly, kneeling in front of Phantom and holding onto his knees gently rubbing them. This answer caused the younger ghoul to start hyperventilating as if he had forgotten how to breathe, tears burning down his face.

"Hey, hey, breathe little guy. You are only going to hurt yourself, focus on breathing, okay? I know.... I know this is a lot but you just need to breathe for now," Aether tried to calm him down but his words seemed to bounce off as Phantom began to sob loudly, clutching the cat who had grown stiff at this point to his chest, trying to force his magic into the lifeless animal.

This commotion gained the attention of other ghouls in the house, 3 sets of eyes peering into the room through a crack in the door. Dew, Rain, and Swiss pushed the door open ever so slightly and peered in. They had barely heard Phantom speak in the 4 months he had been there so this was far from expected. Aether could feel their eyes but Phantom didn't seem to notice so they could stay there for just a little longer.

Seeing that Phantom only kept getting more hysteric, Aether began working his own quintessence into the smaller ghoul, slowly causing him to become lethargic before altogether falling asleep. The older ghoul caught him before he could topple over.

"If you are done gaulking, help would be appreciated," Aether huffed as he picked up Phantom, the 3 quickly pushing into the room as he spoke. Swiss took the sleeping kit with ease, looking down at him.

"Where did he even find such a sad kitten?" Dew asked Aether softly, pulling the larger into a tight, warm hug.

"The garden, I didn't have teh heart to tell him. I have never actually seen him so happy... I am afraid I ruined it too," Aether murmured as they began walking to the infirmary. It was the best place to keep the passed cat, preventing its body from decomposing.

The five spent the room there, the trio piled into one bed, Phantom asleep on a cot holding on to the lifeless cat as well as Aether's hand. Phantom was the first to wake up as the sun peaked in through the windows.

The tears started once more as he sat up, pulling the cat back into his lap as he let out soft mewls of distress. He sat alone like that for the next hour. It was Dew who woke up next, a louder wail having startled him. Quickly, he made his way into the bed with Phantom, a warm hand placed against the younger's shoulder. Nothing was said, though, as Dew was really speechless. Phantom just looked broken. Slowly, Dew pulled the younger ghoul into a gentle, purring, and softly humming lullaby he had picked up on earth.

The comfort just made Phantom cry harder, pulling the cat closer, his tears dampening the fur. Death happened all the time in the pit, Phantom had seen and escaped his own fair share of it. But this cat? It didn't deserve to die, not so soon after it was finally given love.

The louder cries caused the rest of the group to stir, looking up at Dew and Phantom. Aether looked exhausted, having used a good deal of his quintessence during the night and not getting a deep enough sleep. He sat up slowly and gave Phantom a sad smile. "Hey, Ant," He murmured, reaching over and gently rubbing his knee.

"I don't want him to be gone! Bring him back.... please.... Aether" Phantom cried out, surprising the rest of the room.

"Phantom, I'm," He paused, sighing, trying to find the best way to put it, " I'm afraid that's just how this works. I'm so sorry."

This caused the young ghoul to break into hysterics once more, having never experienced a loss so painful. He had wanted to love this cat so much, it reminded him of himself after all. Alone and scared before being rescued by people who loved him more than he could ever understand. It just wasn't fair, this cat was innocent, and it didn't deserve to die.

Dew pulled Phantom to his chest, gently shushing him. He doubted that Aether had it in him to help so he would take the lead on it. He reached around and gently whipped away a tear. He was unsure of what to say, though, not being the one close to Phantom.

The next hour was spent with Dew and Aether doing their best to try and console Phantom. Rain went and got the youngest a glass of water and some pain medication, imagine the headache a night of crying would have given him. Mountain was also told about the situation and dug a hole on the top of a hill, a garden surrounding it. He had done his best to find the lovest spot for the cat; and for Phantom's peace of mind.

It took Phantom quite a while before he finally agreed to let go, though no one was upset. They could only guess the pain of the youngest.

As the sun bore down on them, Dew, Phantom, and Aether made their way to the garden. Butterflies rested on flowers nearby and the cat was ever so delicately laid to rest, wrapped in a silk cloth. Flowers of blue and yellow were rested on top before a hand softly rested on Phantom's shoulder.

"Death is a natural, albite unfortunate thing, little one. You did everything right and you let that cat rest at ease and feel love for the last of his life."

And though it hurts, Phantom knew it was true.

In loving memory of Mason <3

Mason was my Uncle's cat. Unfortunately, my uncle passed away 2 years ago and so the cat then became my grandmother's. She also unfortunately passed away this year. We made the decision to put him down a week ago which was really fricken hard. He was such a lovely cat, acting more like a dog than anything. And he'd always purr, regardless of if he was being pet or not. We're also pretty sure he was as old as I am. May he rest well.

Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes, ik there's a few.

#ghost the band #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost angst #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #ghost the band fanfic #tw pet loss #tw pet death

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demvnsriot · 24 days

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happy birthday oscar, my loveeee <3

#➤ 🌙 ┊❛ too many things go left unsaid. ❜#➤ 🌙 ┊❛ she talks with a passion unheard of. ❜

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littwlnettle · 1 year

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Random Relationship Astrology Notes

Composite north node seems to be SO significant when determining how a relationship will play out.

Composite NN in the 11th house: may have met through mutual friends. Those friends may be very influential in the relationship, like they helped bring the two people together or they could play a role in why they separate, depending on aspects, like harsh Saturn or conjunct Chiron. Could also be two people who are around other friends all the time.

Composite NN in the 10th house: may have met at work, through coworkers. They work well together and have similar career goals. Probably at least met in public somewhere vs in private. If romantic, the couple naturally sees their future together in the same light.

Composite Chiron conjunct North Node: lots of pain endured together as a couple, could have a very bad and painful break up. Healing after the breakup could take longer than normal, there could be a desire to go back to each other repeatedly to finish the “wound/healing” cycle that is Chiron. The house placement will show what area this will take place within the relationship.

This may be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t like mercury in the 1st house overlay in a synastry chart. I actually don’t find very many first house overlays to be super attractive but that’s just me and my nature. With mercury here, the mercury person can come across as being VERY nit-picky and CRITICAL about the house/ascendant person. This is more prominent if mercury is on the ascendant. I have seen this twice, and it was the same in both instances. The mercury person would often make comments on the house persons appearance, likes/dislikes, mannerisms, just everything about them. Lol. Not a good synastry placement in my books. The “good” side is that the house person makes the mercury person feel very comfortable expressing their thoughts(but it’s also why they say things abt the house person that should be left unsaid). Also, the mercury person is usually more talkative. This can cause the house/ascendant person to feel unheard at times. It can feel very unbalanced and even physically draining for the house person.

Mercury in the 8th house synastry overlay can cause the house person to feel way too vulnerable. The mercury person could pry too much and ask too many questions, especially if they aren’t used to this type of energy in synastry. They want to know everything, I mean everything about the house person. They get annoyed if they can’t get the information they want. If this is a romantic relationship, you might see the mercury person secretly going through the house persons phone or belongings. This extreme manifestation is usually if mercury is negatively aspected in the natal chart or if there are other aspects indicating immaturity. If well aspected, the mercury person could be able to understand the house person very well, they know what makes them tic, they know what makes them happy, they know exactly how they’ll react to things. And they use this knowledge to deepen their bond and intimacy with their partner, instead of holding it against them.

One first house synastry overlay I do find attractive is Venus in their partner’s first house. The Venus person loves the way the house/ascendant person interacts with the world. Even if it’s not normally their nature, the house person feels “soft” around Venus. And this is reciprocated with Venus feeling comfortable expressing their true loving nature to the house person. Venus here helps create more balance and harmony in the first house which is associated with Aries, vs a critical mercury or an assertive mars.

Also an unpopular opinion: I do find first house planets in the composite to be very rewarding for the couple vs synastry where it can feel unbalanced. I’ve hardly ever read good things about the composite first house. But the composite is a combined chart. Not how one person feels towards the other. It is just how the relationship is. So having planets here in the composite can make the relationship just feel… good and natural. Sun here is especially great. Like they can truly be themselves around each other and around everyone else. Mercury here isn’t as critical and much less unbalanced since it’s a “merging” of the two birth charts.

#composite chart #synastry #north node #synastry overlays #composite first house

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taikanyohou · 11 days

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idk man its all just so deliciously delicate and fragile like one wrong word and it could all just blow up yet its all so simple yet so complicated and its all about whats being spoken and unspoken and said and unsaid and heard and unheard in the middle of all this crippling and paralysing pain they're both in and yeah ....

#faiza talks #gray shelter

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unicyclehippo · 6 months

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one word prompt: scheme

‘i have a scheme.’

‘no.’

‘alright, a plan.’

‘the word isn’t what i have a problem with. the whole concept is.’ orym glanced up from his book, fixed her with a knowing—and amused—look. ‘she’s a big girl. she can do this without us.’

fearne sighed. flopped dramatically into the sofa beside him, wriggling until her head was in his lap. she cleared her throat. he went back to reading. she cleared her throat, louder, and continued to do so until he said,

‘alright!’ orym put his book down and gave her his undivided attention, playing with her hair. ‘how did you get this so knotted up?’

fearne shrugged. she lay legs kicked over the arm of the couch, and drummed her heels against the side of it, frowning up at the ceiling.

‘are you sure—‘

‘yes. we aren’t going to spy on her.’

‘no,’ fearne said, sharply, ‘are you sure she’ll be alright?’

orym looked at his friend. fearne calloway was a legend of the silver screen for a reason; she was a creature drawn to drama, to delight, to playing pretend. there was no one like her. he truly believed that. there was no one in the world so capable of transformation as fearne. but he knew—and ought to have remembered—that transformation did not mean fraud and trickery didn’t mean carelessness. at her core, fearne was hungry. hungry for attention and pretty things, sure, but that was mild compared to her hunger for life, love, freedom. to someone else, that might have been scary, but orym had grown up with this girl—had pulled out sleeping bags so often they hardly ever got put away until his mother bought him bunk beds instead. she was his sister in everything but blood and he knew, he knew, that he belonged to fearne. and so did imogen. and gods help anyone who hurt her.

‘she’s gonna be fine,’ he said, making himself sound confident for fearne. he was confident—but then again, imogen had a brain that wasn’t always kind, and she was going on a date, which she had never really done before. ‘it might not go perfectly, but she’ll be fine.’

fearne nodded. her earrings jangled. her nails clicked as she tapped her steepled fingers. ‘i’m going to follow her,’ fearne announced. ‘you should come. if not to spy on imogen, at least to keep her from noticing me.’

orym groaned. ‘we promised!’

‘we promised we wouldn’t interfere. not that we wouldn’t turn up to watch.’ fearne rolled off the couch and strode for the door. ‘i’m going to need a disguise.’

‘no, you think?’

‘where’s your trench coat?’

‘it won’t fit.’

fearne looked at him like he was being very silly, and she would laugh if she had thought it was on purpose. instead, she rolled her eyes. ‘mine is in my bag.’ the obviously went unsaid but not unheard. ‘you should bring a gun.’

‘first, i don’t have a gun. second, we aren’t threatening her date with a gun or anything else. third—‘ orym crossed his arms and stood his ground. ‘i haven’t agreed to go.’

fearne tilted her head and smiled.

‘i can’t believe we’re doing this,’ orym grumbled from behind his newspaper, eyeholes cut out of it. ‘this is stupid.’

‘i didn’t ask you here to be a negative nancy.’

‘you didn’t ask me at all,’ orym hissed. ‘you threatened me.’

fearne fluttered her fingers as if to say, there you have it, that’s the end of the matter, and refocused on imogen on the other side of the cafe.

#museum au #fearne calloway #orym of the air ashari #tagging my stories #prompt fill #background imodna obviously

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softlyspector · 1 year

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The moon boys with a partner who has trouble orgasming. Like, they take meds that make it hard, and feel really insecure about sex because of it.

Sorry, same orgasm anon from before. I didn’t finish before I sent.

You absolutely don’t have to take this as a request, my mind is just spinning. But like, the boys helping their partner be more comfortable during sex, that it’s okay if they have can’t come, it doesn’t change how the guys feel about them

warnings: sexual situation, no smut. talking about sex.

The sensation of Marc's mouth creeping slowly down your throat has you tensing beneath him, fingers tangling into the fabric of his shirt.

"What?"

The word is mumbled against your mouth, like he's drunk on you.

You don't answer immediately, closing your eyes when his hand slips lower, hiking your knee over his hip as he settles fully against you. For a moment, you don't answer, lost in the taste of him, of the warm weight of his body over yours.

You feel safe there. With him, you always feel safe.

It doesn't make the conversation you need to have with him, and Steven and Jake, any easier.

"Hey," he pulls away from you this time, hair a mess, lips swollen. His tongue sweeps lazily over his bottom lip. "What is it?"

You hesitate for a moment longer, considering the conversation you need to have with him. Maybe you could fake it, like you have with other partners. Maybe you could avoid the conversation altogether because it always went one of two ways. The - I can bet I can always make you come - or the - okay, guess I'll never try to make you come again. One options makes you feel unheard, boundaries disrespected and the other makes you feel used.

While you'd hoped, before, with other partners, that they would be understanding, you're no naive enough to believe it anymore.

You wonder which way this conversation will go.

Maybe you shouldn't say anything, and just fake it on the days you couldn't orgasm. But something about the system tell you they'll notice, they will know if you're faking, no matter how good you've gotten at it over the years.

Marc is kissing you again, tongue slipping between your lips. He groans into you when you tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging on the messy curls gently. His hand slips under your shirt, the palm of his hand warm against you when he cups your tit and slides his thumb over your nipple.

Gasping, you grip his hair a bit tighter, trailing your fingers down the side of his face as his tongue meets yours again.

You feel his hips rock against yours and go stiff again, muscles tightening as you're reminded of the words left unsaid.

"Okay," he tugs himself back from you, hair and lips messier than before. "C'mon. Spit it out."

"What?" You ask, put on innocence just a tad overdone and you wince when he lifts an eyebrow at you.

Marc sits back and your eyes flick to his jeans, tight against the bulge.

This is new.

This response is new, this attention and consideration and care is new.

"Um," you hesitate, not moving with him, still slouched lengthwise on the sofa. "It's..."

There's always the third option. That he'd just leave you. Who wanted a partner they couldn't make come? Who would be a challenge? That you never knew how they'd react to you?

"Baby." It's Marc's voice, pulling you out of your rapidly spiraling thoughts.

Because even if they don't think it now, wouldn't they eventually? Wouldn't one of the options eventually come to fruition?

"You're making Steven nervous," he says, tone only half joking and when you glance up you know Steven isn't the only one you're making nervous.

"I need to talk to you about something," you admit.

Marc's guard immediately snaps up, a curtain falling behind his eyes as he steels himself. "Okay. Shoot. What is it?"

"I just..." You have a well rehearsed speech for this, but when you meet those maple eyes, the warm brown like coffee on a late summer morning, you forget it all.

There's another difference between all the other times, and this time. This time, you want this thing to last. You never want to be found lacking, but this time it's important. It's important because you want to keep them.

"I'm - y'know the medication I'm on?" Marc nods, leaning back against the couch, one hand going to your knee, fingers massaging your skin lightly. "Okay, well, sometimes...look, sometimes it makes it hard for me to come. Sometimes I can't come at all. And I'm okay with that. I just need you to know that. Before we continue."

You're saying it wrong but the rest of your words die in your mouth, chest constricting until you can't speak. God, he's going to think you're insane.

Marc removes his hand from your knee, looking you over like he's never seen you before. To your horror, panic is pouring into those expressive eyes you love so well. He runs a hand through his hair, effectively slicking it back into place before he slides the same hand over his jaw.

"Fuck," he says and you look away, belly swooping. This is so much worse than all the other times. "Baby," his voice has a strange note in it. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you - you should have stopped me. We don't have to."

You frown, not understanding what he means. "Don't have to what?"

"Have sex," he stands, takes a few steps away from you, hands going through his hair again. "God, did you think you had to? I-,"

"Hey," you stand and tug his hands away from his hair, circling his wrists with your hands. "That's not what I meant. I didn't think you were making me, Marc. Trust me, I would have spoken up if I didn't want to."

"So," he still looks hesitant, like he thinks you might be lying to spare his feelings. "What are you-?"

You huff out a breath, words pouring out of you before you can stop them, "I'm saying I can't always come. But that I still want to have sex. That's all. And I don't want you guys to take it as some challenge because it'll just upset you and make me sore. But I don't want you to just not ever try." Embarrassment creeps up the back of your throat, skin prickling uncomfortably. "I just don't want you to be disappointed."

"Disappointed?" He's frowning at you now, cupping your face between his palms. "Disappointed? Did someone make you feel disappointing?"

You smile, tilting your face into his hands, "A bit. I get it though-,"

"No," he's shaking his head and you wait for him to say more but that's all you get out of him for a moment, pads of his fingers running over your cheeks.

When he just looks at you, searching your eyes for something still unsaid, you say, "Like, I still want to suck your dick." An unexpected laugh startles out of time and you revel in that for a moment before continuing. "I still want you to fuck me. Just, sometimes I won't come and that's okay with me. And you'll have to be okay with that. I want you to get off."

Marc snorts and then tugs you into a hug, "Okay." And then, "What do we gotta do? Can we help?"

You shake your head, "Its a side effect of the medicine. I just can't sometimes."

"What can we do?"

You shrug and tighten your grip on him. "This? Just listen to me. Don't think you know my body better than me."

"That's easy," Marc says, nodding against you, oddly focused intensity latched onto you, onto this new information about you. He pulls away again, touching the edge of your jaw. "It's okay. That you can't sometimes. Doesn't change anything. Doesn't change how we feel."

"Sure?" You ask.

"You - you've accepted a lot crazier shit about us. This is easy."

But it's never been before, this easy, this accepted. You've never felt easier to love than this moment, with Marc staring into you, still searching for unsaid truths.

His brow furrows. "You told someone and they stopped trying to make you come?" You nod, biting your lip. "Cowards."

You burst out laughing, Marc's dry voice only adding to the disdain, the snark. "And the others-,"

"Marc," you giggle into his shoulder. "I've never been so unpleasantly sore. It was like - trying to start a fire with wet wood."

He snorts again and then winces, before you feel him smirk against your temple. "I'll only ever leave you pleasantly sore."

"My hero."

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x you

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