⠀⠀➧ warnings — the fics will contain yandere themes and behaviors, dark themes, and toxic relationships. mistakes and swearing are gonna be present too ofc, so do ignore them, thanks!
⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “lovesick!,” which is a writing special i made just because, and maybe for this valentine's season.. made crazy.
SAVOIR FAIRE: I'd worry in Necktie's place, lieutenant can get quite creative with a piece of fabric~
I have seen several cases where people were mixing Electrochemistry and Horrific Necktie and tbf they're pretty easy to mix, but there is a slight difference: EC is your pleasure center which wants you to feel good no matter the source, while Necktie is your imaginary drinking buddy who want's you to party hard like young people do (by getting drunk/hight, sleeping with younger women and doing stupid shit for lulz).
So I'm pretty sure our *bratan* won't be Kim's biggest fan (and vice versa), EC on the other hand…
Chapters: 3/5
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet
Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Oluwande Boodhari, Jim Jimenez, Israel Hands, Lucius Spriggs, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Wee John Feeney, Alma Bonnet
Additional Tags: Assorted background pairings, Medium Burn, Drag Queen AU, mom issues, Israel Hands the homophobic homosexual, Mutual Pining, POV Alternating, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Deserves Nice Things, Caretaking, Israel Hands can have a little healing as a treat, Blackbeard's Bar & Grill & Other Delicacies & Delights & Fishing Equipment (Our Flag Means Death), First Time, Internalized Homophobia, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Tags May Change, Eventual Happy Ending, Gendery feelings, minimal angst
Summary:bEd falls for Stede Bonnet’s couch first. Then he falls for Stede Bonnet. And then possibly, potentially, maybe but actually a little bit for real - he falls for Edward Teach.
~When You No Longer Have to Endure, Ch. 2~ excerpt
“He's just…so….”
Xichen tilted his head, raising his eyebrows with a small smile and kept his gaze on the parsley he was chopping for dinner When no further words followed, Xichen supplied, patiently, “Competent?”
“Yes,” punched out of Mingjue in a tone of agonized near despair. “He just does things without having to be asked. And he does them correctly. And well. I knew he was good at organization, I didn't know he had a fucking photographic memory. And it's just--his hands. They do things. They're so nice.” His tone was bordering on cantankerous, like he was annoyed with this office manager for having nice hands. "He flipped open the stapler today, just--” Mingjue flicked his wrist over, a crisp, controlled gesture. "No energy wasted. Elegant."
Xichen dutifully smothered an amused chuckle at the thought of mooning over the way someone reloaded a stapler. “Mm, so you've been saying all evening.”
Xichen could see Mingjue glower over at him from the corner of his vision before he took another sip of his brandy, his 3rd glass of the night. “You're making fun of me.”
“A bit,” Xichen admitted, smile broadening as he wiped the tiny bunches of green from the blade of the knife. “I've just never ever seen you this flustered over anyone before.”
“I was over you.”
His smile grew wider still. “Out of my view, more’s the pity. I’m sure it was terribly charming.”
Especially the thought of him ranting about what he thought were Xichen’s best features, probably to a bored Huaisang. Though, it was a conceited little imagining that Uncle would disapprove of. Mingjue grunted in neither assent nor disagreement and drained his glass.
With a gusty sigh, Mingjue then puddled back against Xichen’s pale gray couch cushions, closing his eyes. “It wasn't a problem when he looked like a kicked puppy,” he went on. “Sure, he was cute then. But it wasn't a problem. Then he shows up all--all--” He screwed up his face in dismay. “And in a tie, and these pants that just--” He cups his hands in the air in front of him evocatively.
and i draw parallels solely on the cinematographic basis of “when my man is no more than a millimeter away from perturbation at all times but you give the Whole Right Half Of The Screen 3/4 Closeup of Harrowing Recontextualizations” like that’s right. we’re living it up
I think visual kei is the longest obsession I’ve ever had. It took me 11 years to finally be chill about it. xD I’ve reached a point that I don’t care much about the scene, never seeing them live, missing releases like...this year I’ve managed to slowly detach.
Ever since I was a little girl, my favorite musicians were my life. They gave me a voice, a purpose and a dream. I wasn’t a casual listener, I was the kind of girl who needed to see them as much as possible, listen to music like 6 hours a day, if not more, my walls were always full of pictures of them, I always talked about them...they were my life. And even after getting into visual kei, I didn’t drop any of my previous favorites, I just wasn’t as focused on them as before. With previous artists I felt my enthusiasm was fullfilling and healthy, an energy boost, an inspiration, a place where I felt understood. It was sth I loved, people I loved etc. (and if you are one of those who think you have to know sb very well to love them, get the fuck out of my blog, I know what I felt and if a person can hate sb at first sight, they can love at first sight too. Yes maybe what I loved was 90% illusion, but I believe 10% was actually real cause, no matter how much a person likes to appear perfect and always friendly etc, cracks will always be there). Anyway visual kei felt like more than that to the point I really thought it was destiny to actually work with them (cause I’ve always wanted to work with my favorite artists, I just switched from wanting to go to the USA to Japan after a while being a fan). And you know what, it was fun as long as it lasted. It took me out of the dark, pulled blades away from my wrists, it kept me sane, lead to writing 2 and a half books, it lead to finally getting my hands on photoshop and honestly becoming a better person. But yeah those things aside, I realized that the goal-part was another lie I built to feel I belonged. In reality, it was another lesson in life which, once I got it, it had to go.
I’m closing 30 and I have not much passion for art or music anymore. It was painful forcing myself understand my dreams were silly, but the peace I feel now makes me think I finally made it. I can now look at their photos of the past with nostalgia and not feeling like I failed, cause it was never for me in the first place. I kept seeing people travelling there and being able to see them and, some even got chances to work with them, so I wondered wtf I was doing wrong. It was eating me alive and I desperately wanted sth to work but well...it’s all gone now. ^^
Currently I don’t have any goals but I know some old stuff came back. As a child, besides trying every artform I could get my hands on while listening to music, I also played a lot of games. We had 3 drawers and 1 cupboard full of videogames at home and I feel like I am slowly getting back to that. I limit myself only to genshin now, for sure, but I watch more playthroughs again of games I don’t have and maybe soon I will try getting a console to try more stuff, who knows. I also started watching anime again, which I had stopped for a few years.
Oh well, regardless of what the future holds, I am thankful to all those people who dared chase their dreams and inspired me do the same, my lovely musicians, even if I eventually got nowhere, and I will keep listening to their songs from time to time. And posting their pics cause nostalgia. My only complaint is that I spent the past 10 years of my life being upset that I lived in a house that didn’t allow me have posters on my walls (fucking humidity and mold ye see) and now that I can and my room is healthier, I have nobody I want on my walls. xD I will fill it with Genshin and anime characters xD.
🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️
i'm so happy you asked, because now you're gonna get so much explanation for random songs that don't add up!!!
Solar Powered by Fulton Lee and Jacob Sigman (BIG STEVE AND MAX SKATING DOWN THE ROAD DURING SUMMER FEELINGS)
House a Habit by We Are The Guests (much feelings very wow it hit different i lose my mind over this one)
In My Head by Ryland James (the first song shared between me and my own platonic soulmate)
Masterpiece by Summer Luk (we love supporting trans women and this song is so !!!)
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant (cowboy vibes enough said)
yknow ultimately the way i feel about the mob votes is just that there's prolly better ways to drive engagement with the community at this point. like as much vitriol as it breeds between players n towards mojang, you'd think they'd try something different this year, but either they or someone in charge of them doesn't really care, n it kinda sucks to see that.