Regulus, lying on the floor, with his head held back by the wall, dry tears all over his face, and a hand to his heart. Barty’s non-beating heart. That’s how Monty had found him.
He was high out of his mind and can’t really tell what had happened in a cohesive manner – his mind holding together like shattered glass. That’s what hurts the most, he thinks. That he can’t recollect how it happened. The exact moment Barty’s heart stopped beating under his hand.
The last days are all fuzzy and shapeless and borderless in his brain, and he can’t tell if it were really days or hours or weeks. The drugs took that away from him too, you see. Like taking Barty wasn’t enough.
Regulus had no idea who Monty was at the time, and he didn’t care. All he wanted was another shot and to feel Barty’s heart beating again. He got none of those things. What he got, instead, was hell – and a kind hand to hold him through it.
From what Regulus has discovered so far, Monty – Fleamont, no last name – is a lawyer who mostly works paired with social workers, trying to help troubled kids. Not that Regulus has ever considered himself to be a troubled kid, he thinks of himself as a collected man actually, thank you very much. That is, if you disregard the part in which he got addicted to drugs and let his best friend and love of his life die in his arms. A well resolved man, even, if you will.
Though there’s a loophole to Fleamont's story, Regulus considers, suspiciously. Regulus is a man. Legally, at least. What could social workers do for him? Aren’t they a few years too late? How, exactly, does he fit in the ‘troubled kid’ category? He has no idea, and it’s infuriating.
He doesn’t know what his intentions are, and why he’s been keeping Regulus in this clinic – a private clinic, mind –, and it’s been driving him a bit mad. He’s tried to listen to whispers and interrogate his therapists but he hasn’t found a satisfying answer yet.
Regulus vaguely, and he means vaguely, remembers the night Fleamont found him. He remembers being fussed at, like he’d never been before, and it was almost like- like Fleamont recognized him.
He knows that’s stupid. He has never seen Fleamont in his life, and he has quite a memorable face. Regulus is good with faces and names, more than he would like, so he would definitely remember a man named Fleamont with a face such as his.
It’s been the itch to Regulus’ ear ever since he got sober enough to get a hold of his bearings.
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A short xiaoven scene… 🦋🍃🥰
“Where does it hurt?”
“Everywhere.”
“Where doesn’t it hurt?”
(7-4-2023)
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Venti opened the door, spilling a sliver of moonlight into the room with a soft creak, and padded over to the bed. Gingerly, he set down a bowl of hot water and a washcloth, glancing at the state of his lover’s bandages. He sighed in relief — he had changed them three times already, and finally the blood seemed to have stopped seeping through. There were just a few more small cuts and bruises that looked like they could use some extra care.
Xiao cracked an eye open at the rustle of silk and the sensation of a warm cloth being pressed to his cheek. His aching fingers twitched, grasping for his spear, searching desperately through thin air. But instead of his weapon, fingers, warm and light, found his palm, and a hand slid into his own, a thumb caressing his bruised knuckles. He opened his eyes fully to see the face of his lover, and he felt the sigh of a gentle breeze run through the room.
“Venti…”
“Hello dearest,” Venti cooed, placing his cloth at the bedside. “How are you feeling?”
“…hurts,” Xiao rasped.
“Hmm.. Where does it hurt?”
“Everywhere.”
A pause lingered between the two. Venti’s eyes shone a little brighter, moonlight reflecting off the tears forming.
With a feather-light stroke to his lover’s cheek, he grounded himself, “Where doesn’t it hurt?”
Xiao’s eyes softened, carefully raising his arm and pointing to his elbow, “Here.”
A bit of tension lifted from Venti’s shoulders, his pained expression melting into the tiniest of smiles. Leaning forward, he placed a small, loving peck on Xiao’s elbow.
“Where else?”
“Here,” Xiao pointed to the tip of his shoulder.
“Hm,” Venti leaned further forward, dropping a light kiss to his shoulder. A single shimmering drop fell onto his dearest’s bandaged chest.
Lifting his head and smoothing the skin of Xiao’s cheek once more, he whispered, “Where else?”
Xiao didn’t answer. But his eyes shone with renewed vitality, with affection, and with tears pricking at the corners.
Please.
Cupping his cheek with the utmost care, Venti leaned down and pressed a soft peck to his dearest’s lips. And then another. And then a few more for good measure.
“Stay with me tonight?”
“Of course, love. Always.”
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to convey just how much i loved NOPE, i actually go out of my way to look for analyses, gifsets and fanart. like, i go into the tag for this movie, and look at/read stuff. this may not sound impressive, but if you know me, personally, i’m not a ‘fandom’ person. a mix between me being an anhedonic weirdo who is naturally pretty disinterested in most things, my brain just not being wired to crave fan content, and also Knowing Better than to look directly at the fandom of anything i do enjoy for my own good. either way, even when i love something to pieces, i pretty much literally never do that kinda of thing.
its just such a mentally engaging film packed to bursting with things to examine and admire and such an interesting theme/core message that is not something you see often, while being so masterfully crafted visually on top of that that i am still thinking about it weeks and weeks later and wanting to see other people’s ruminations as well.
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I've been working on a big project on and off for five months now and man. I'm so tempted to post it on my main YT channel even though it has literally nothing to do with Vocaloid.
Either way the project is ranking every single Pokemon based on what I think their sexuality is. I've already ranked every single Pokemon (that literally only took me one day) but I'm doing individual analyses (w varying degrees of seriousness) for every individual Pokemon and form. So I ended up ranking about 1,500 Pokemon once you include forms because I ranked every single Unown letter, every possible Alcremie form, etc.
I've also made a spreadsheet where I'm inputting this data along with other data (Gay% and Homophobic%, for example) so that I can have statistics to generate too. Tell people what type is the gayest, most homophobic, etc. Might throw gender in there too but I'm trying to finish one aspect at a time so I don't get overwhelmed. Working on the notes right now. Here's some highlights:
I bought a microphone just so that I can turn this into a long-form YT video when I'm finished. One day you will get to hear how horrifically flat my affect is. It's truly going to be a video by autistics, for autistics.
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Thinking some fandom thoughts and then about ORV's portrayal of an author-character-reader relationship with the story and realising how....lacking at times the whole death of the author perspective on media can be.
(Turned out to be long and rambly so I put it under a cut. If you like death of the author, probably not for your worldview? Also, beware major ORV spoilers if you care about that)
Like, perhaps I'm misinterpreting something here, but in ORV, we had these three characters plus an entire system that gave us a look into the relationship between author/reader/character. And focusing on the Han Sooyoung, Kim Dokja, and Yoo Joonghyuk dynamic, I realise that none of them really died. Pushing asides Joonghyuk and Dokja for the moment (as I am talking about death of the author), we have Han Sooyoung whose consciousness faded after finishing Ways of Survival.
However, I don't know if we can really call that death of the author, really. Because Sooyoung's whole purpose in writing ORV, her authorial intention, was to save Kim Dokja's life...which she DID. And even after the story left her hands, her intentions were imprinted into the story itself. Yes, Dokja realised that the system was lenient to him because of (spoiler alert) his status as the OD. But at the same time, I think that Han Sooyoung's authorial intent to keep Dokja alive with WoS can also be taken as a factor in the system's leniency towards our reader.
And just jumping from that back to my original point, while death of the author IS fun and can be awesome for reinterpreting stories that the author may have intended as problematic (to our modern standards, at least), to separate the actual story itself from its creator seems just....a tad disrespectful to the author.
Or maybe disrespectful isn't the right word. Like, say, even if said author is objectively the worst of humans, there remains the fact that the story in essence has part of them embedded into it. It doesn't make sense, at least to me, to only give "morally okay" writers the allowance of people who put a part of themselves in their works. Any writer, even those who are writing for money imo, can't help but put part of their own selves into their story...and to separate the story from the author just because we hate the author or hate their beliefs seems a bit counter-productive. You can't just say, after all, that this author's vulnerability in their writing is okay because it's Correct but this other guy's vulnerability should be ignored because it's chalk full of Problematic Content.
But again, that's not to justify authors you dislike or the deeply wrong messages implied in their works. Especially those that could easily be shooed away by employing death of the author. But I think I'd consider fanfic or analyses that ignore authorial intent and their message to be something...new entirely? (Best way I can say it is something something death of an author employed to help the reader create their own narrative inspired by someone else's story rather than it being used to ignore author intent and claim our interpretation is what canon actually meant).
I think there's a saying in music as well as writing that you could play the same exact score or write the same story, it's just that things will come out different depending on the player or writer. (That's not a perfect comparison because the player/musician who WROTE the score could be considered a reader/author relationship...the point is more that the same thing will look different in the hands of different people. And that just as the reader will interpret something in their own way when reading/re-reading (another ORV reference), the author also has placed in their own interpretation and intent in that own work...which should at worst be respected because they DID make that content (and then we proceed to brutally revise it to make something we like better xD) or at best be taken as "word of god" for lack of a better term)
Not sure if any of this makes sense, and I definitely don't have any factual evidence to back up this opinion, but it was just something I was thinking of.
TL:dR? Death of the author is FUN and actually pretty cool but I think the things coming out of it are new(ish) things/works entirely, and og author's beliefs/intentions are important to consider for that text they wrote in of itself.
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