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pardonmystardust · 1 year

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this has to sit in ur inbox until you have time.

Okay so first thing, now that I sit and think about it, I'm really comparing the song itself for No Chances to the music video for Jumpsuit and basically making do by playing with my dolls because we haven't gotten a No Chances mv.

Big picture, both of these are stories about an attempted Perimeter Escape, and the lengths that the Bishops will go to in order to bring (Tyler, Clancy, the clique, me, you, etc.) back to Dema. "This is a story about cycles, and trying to break them."

In Jumpsuit, Dema attempts to recapture their subject by force, sending a Bishop on horseback to collect the escapee like a sheep that's veered from the flock; the tactics in No Chances focus more on negotiation and emotional manipulation, seducing the subject to return under the false premise of free choice.

The comparisons I want to draw here really narrow in on the bridge of Jumpsuit and the stripped down part of the second chorus in No Chances (2:24-3:05) which honestly feels about as close to a "bridge" as No Chances gives us. That chorus didn't have to repeat there, and certainly didn't have to be as painstakingly slow and intentional, but it makes for one of my favorite moments on the album, and I'll try and describe why:

Like many controlling and manipulative power structures, Dema's message in No Chances is two faced and double sided: the feigned concern of "We get bodies every day/ We want you home in once piece now" frames the act of submission to the Bishops' control as being in the escapee's best interests i.e., "We only want what's best for you," a line of thinking that's sure to resonate with many victims of abuse- whereas the ominous chanting refrain "We come for you/ No chances," is fully mask off and let's the victim know in private that the threats are just as real and vile as ever.

This second chorus though, to me feels like a moment of weakness, where the seductive appeal of settling back in to the familiar begins to take a grip.

The Bishops have caught up to you-

And their message is starting to seep in- perhaps you're actually listening to what they're saying for the first time instead of railing against it on instinct alone.

And right then, it's all so simple. It's all so easy. You've been running for so long. You've been fighting. You're tired. Trench is not where you belong, child, even you admit this much. It's cold. Wouldn't it be easier to just come home? To come back where you belong? Where it's safe? After all, "We want you home in one piece, now."

And this is where our two stories diverge. In both, something alerts our hero that this path is an errant one. In Jumpsuit, the Banditos rally around him, throw out their support, and give a striking display of solidarity that reminds him that this line is not the only way; you are not alone here and this is enough to fuel your fight. Unfortunately, in No Chances, our friend is not so fortunate. He learns that his submission is a mistake, not from a jolt of support, but from from a reinforcement of the knowledge that what he's known all along has been true. Even as he tries to cling to the seductive call of a safe home, he hears the sirens in the background- the red flags start to go off, the mask begins to lift.

In Jumpsuit, the newfound confidence in our strength and our networks of supports allows us to flee. But in No Chances, it's far too late. There is no flight. Dema's teeth are already sunk into you and you're theirs again. It's over.

At last, the mask is now completely off once again. The reality crashes in around you, and it crashes hard. "We come for you/ No chances." It's deafening. It's inescapable. And even in your defeat, even as you lie shivering and captured...

There is no protector this time. This story does not end with hope. There is no watcher on the cliffside. Truly, "Nobody's coming for me."

#answered #faceofobsession #long post #twenty øne piløts #twenty one pilots #trench #scaled and icy #jumpsuit #no chances #Dema #Clancy #trench era #SAI

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kiitchensiink · 1 year

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ohh okay i love trench stuff i love lore stuff so tell me. Do u have any very specific headcanons u would wanna share on trench or dema. Whether that be the characters or the actual world im curious

since we're loreposting today let me roll up my sleeves and answer this lol

- Thoughts on the Inhabitants

It's said in Clancy's letters that the bishops mandated Vialism as a belief system, and the way he speaks of it implies he remembers it happening, or at least it was shortly established within his lifetime.

I think that one round of population control was enough for many of the inhabitants of Dema, especially those who knew nothing beyond the walls of their city. Many of them likely didn't need overt re-education, and just passively absorbed obedience through the constant buzzing hum of propaganda being plied into their minds. It's in the water. It's in their blood.

Tyler describes his waves of emotions, negative and positive, as seasons, and the way the albums currently established to exist in demaverse follow along this theme to me; Trench feels like the desolation and stillness of winter, and SAI feels like it exists in a perpetual summer.

However, the significance of this to me is that though Trench is cold and hostile, it's real. The chill on your skin is something you can really feel. Whereas SAI, and by extension Daytime Dema, feels like the commercialism of the perfect summer, the type you see in advertisements on TV; Ones of people dancing and smiling and surrounded by warm colours and pastels. But it's all plastered artifice upon a cold concrete structure.

We've seen both sides; First we saw the cold reality of both Trench and the city, Dema, itself. But the difference is that within Dema, there's this sense of coating this reality with a saccharine overtone.

The inhabitants who are allowed to live within the outer regions of the city itself get to experience "normal" things. They can go to bars and clubs, Clancy speaks of reading about descriptions of a "home" in books which leads him to his awakening, and they are seen to be living in comfortable homes.

However, the only time we saw this depicted was in the livestream, which is clearly shown to be a set. And even moreso, it exists within Tyler's mind as he dissociates during an uncomfortable interview with Sally and Dan... Whether or not this is the actual reality of what living in dema is like, we can't actually know for sure until we see more in the new era.

However, if we look at the previous depictions of dema, such as the VR bandito experience... The city is harsher and colder. If we rewatch Nico and the Niners, the place Tyler is held is dilapidated and brutalist.

Whether or not the world depicted in the livestream is real or not is up for debate but, operating on the idea that it IS real...

The inhabitants likely don't much realise they are being limited. They believe they have a certain amount of free will, despite the fact that propaganda meets them at every waking moment; That they are kept obedient in their comfortable lives... A happy populace has no reason to rebel or escape. Smart dictators know this.

Still though, once a person brushes up against those limits and meets the walls of resistance, they start to realise how small their allotted circle of "acceptable" existence is. They either return to the comfortable centre and keep navigating their known... Or they push up against it, and attempt to break those walls.

Which is what all of us should be doing.

#mine #tøp #sfw #letters #hope u enjoy!!! i have so much more to say on the bishops and the banditos and trench and what day to day dema is like #but this response is already so long lol so pls ply me with more questions to get more answers :3 #demaposting

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sufranstevens · 2 years

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2, 3, 28, 31 y 34 para los music asks ♥♥♥

rochu....youre the only mf in this city <3

2) an album you wish you could hear again for the first time

Speaking in Tongues (1982) siento que me recalibró el cerebro de una forma que no entiendo todavia y no me lo esperaba. My own personal little hammer to the head

3) a song you really like by an artist you otherwise don’t listen to very much (whether that’s because you usually don’t like their music, or just because you haven’t listened to the rest yet)

212 me HIPNOTIZA no puedo explicar lo que me hace. Literalmente nunca esuche nada mas de mrs banks

28) name a song (or a few songs) that would need to be included in a movie about your life

valentine - fiona apple

plastic bag - x-ray spex

perfect couples - belle & sebastian

loving feeling - mitski

im only sleeping - you know who

Pondría mas pero. Uf. Ive said too much

31) name an album you’ve wanted to listen to for a long time, but you haven’t gotten around to it yet

uy banda. Con el tema del coso de los 1001 albumes justo me saqué muchos de encima pero bueno, todos los que me recomienda dante (el de lucy dacus "historian" se me ocurre), high as hope y dance fever de florence no los escuché (lol). Todavía no escuché Trinchera (2022). AH PERA una cosa que nunca esuché y te va a indignar a vos especificamente: jamás esuché un album de pulp, a conciencia, entero. Cuando llegue a los 90s lol

34) pick one of your favorite bands/artists and choose a song by them that you associate with each season

sufjan! Tiene un catalogo lo suficientemente largo lol

spring - we are what you say

autumn - the only thing

winter - the seers tower

summer - seven swams / palisades pero son tipo el final /el principio del verano

#answers #rochu te quiero odio a todos los demas etc

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mythunderstorm · 8 months

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Baby fever | LN4

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Something short and fluffy while I work on a Lando request🫶🏼

summary: Babysitting Landos niece made you both wonder how it would be to have a baby of your own.

warnings: well uh, a baby HAHA and wanting to get preggooo. Think that’s it? Lol idk

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Summer break meant calming down, relaxing and spending time with your or Landos family. You were currently on vacation, with Landos family tagging along. Right now everyone is sprawled out in the living room of the cozy house he rented. Lando sitting on the floor with his niece Mila, playing and making stupid faces at her. Not gonna lie, the baby fever is definitely hitting you hard right now, your focus on Lando and baby Mila entirely.

It is torture. The scene playing infront of you is probably the cutest thing you've ever seen and never ever in your life did you want to have a baby of your own so badly.

Mila is laughing hysterically while Lando continues making even more stupid faces at her. At one point, he even starts babbling gibberish and Mila laughs throwing random sounds back at her uncle. He has a tiny toy car in his hands, one Mila seems to like very much. Slowly you approach both and as soon Lando notices you he gives literal puppy eyes, face screaming 'why is she so adorable'.

"How's it going Uncle Lando?" you smile, sitting down next to your boyfriend and his niece.

Lando looks very proud of himself, yet he doesn't really answer. Instead he simply gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, pulling you closer into his side to give you some cuddles.

"...she's adorable" you whisper, absolutely smitten with baby Mila.

"i know." he whispers back, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pressing his cheek to your shoulder. Suddenly, Mila pulls on your shirt, wanting your attention as well.

"Hey little Mila" you say softly, taking her into your arms. As soon as she's with you, her face lights up and she gives you the most adorable grin, with a tiny tooth. Lando just looks at you with a huge grin on his face. You give her small kisses all over her face, muttering against her skin "who's such a cute baby, hm? Who? Youuuuu!"

Mila coos and laughs, enjoying the attention you're giving her. Lando joins in laughing and then starts speaking baby language at her, making the little princess giggle even more.

Little do you know, Landos brother and wife are watching you three from afar. They have a smile on their face, happy their daughter is having such a great time with her uncle and his girlfriend. They can't help but think that you two would be amazing parents.

Suddenly Lando stops, getting a bit more silent. You can feel his gaze on you and for the first time since you joined them his attention is entirely on you instead of the baby. "What?" Your tone is soft yet questioning. Lando blushes. "You.. you wanna..?"

You have a faint idea of what he wanted to say based on his expression. You can't help but smile. "I think so..." you whisper and look back at Mila.

Lando pulls you closer so that you're seated on his lap. He looks at you and then back at Mila. A soft grin appears on his face as he softly strokes your hair out of your face. He puts his other arm around you and when he starts to speak again, his tone is sincere and warm "Let's do it."

Your eyes grow wide, big smile on your face. "Really??"

Lando nods his head. He's about to say something else when Mila suddenly takes the toy out of your hands and waves it infront of you, making you laugh. Your boyfriend quickly takes the opportunity to kiss you. He's so close to you and you take a moment to admire his beautiful face.

You sign, playing with a curl that fell to his forehead. "I really want a mini Lando. Your curls and your eyes and ugh- everything to be honest.

Lando only smiles at your words, kissing your forehead. He tries to pull you even closer but baby Mila is having none of it. At least that's how it seems to you and her uncle, as Mila starts pulling on his legs, demanding his attention once again. You giggle at the sight. "I think your attention is required, Uncle Lan."

'Uncle Lan' sighs and rolls his eyes playfully. He kisses your forehead again before taking Mila back into his arms and continues to play with her and makes her laugh. "...you're gonna be an amazing dad" you whisper lovingly.

Your boyfriend only blushes again, clearly touched by your words. With Mila in one of his arms, he places the other one behind him to lean back a little, simply staring into your eyes for a few seconds before he suddenly tells you how much he loves you. You smile, slowly placing your hand on his cheek, caressing it lovingly. "I love you too. So much."

You guys may still be young, only babysitting for now but both of you are well aware that the other person is the one you want to spend the rest of your lives with. You can't wait for Lando to be the father of your children, marrying him, being a family. He's your home. And you are his.

#lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lando norris #ln4 #ln4 imagine #f1 #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #uncle lando #lando and mila

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jakeytkiszka · 1 year

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oh baby

jake kiszka x fem!reader

SMUT! - minors stay back !

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breeding kink!]

you weren't ready for a baby.

you had convinced yourself of that long ago, wanting to wait for a time when both you and jake were in a good place, career-wise, before you even thought about kids.

you had a slight fear of becoming a mother. what if your child got hurt? what if you weren't a good mom? you had many, many doubts about it all, unsure of what to do, how to do it. you knew it was a learning process, but you didn't want to chance anything.

you were so certain for a long while that you weren't ready yet, and then… you weren't.

a friend of yours and jake's had just had a baby, and she was the cutest little thing you'd ever seen. when you held her, you felt a strange sense of yearning, though for what, you weren't sure. that feeling only intensified when you watched jake with her. the way his large, calloused hands gently held her, the way his face lit up as they cooed back and forth at each other.

that empty feeling didn't go away, even after you and jake had gotten home for the evening. you were getting ready for bed, sitting cross-legged on your side as you watched jake go about his evening routine, humming to himself. "do you want to have a baby?"

he paused his movements, freezing with his button up halfway off, before he turned to you slowly. if you weren't thrumming with nerves, you would've laughed at the wide eyed shock evident on his face. he recovered, staring down at the floor in thought as he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off.

"do you?" he asked, making his way over to you.

you chewed on your lip for a moment, staring at the bedsheets, before you peeked up at him, "we're probably not ready for one, right?"

he studied you for a moment, running his tongue along his bottom lip in thought, "i dunno," he shrugged, "it's kind of scary to think about being a dad," he ended his sentence with a breathy laugh, and you smiled, ignoring the slight tinge of sadness.

"yeah, i'm not sure i'd be a good mom, anyway," you tried to laugh, but he frowned at you.

"you would," he said firmly, "you'd be a great fuckin' mom, babe."

you gave him a small smile, shrugging it off as best you could, "i was just curious," you leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, before you burrowed into the blankets, settling on your side facing away from him, "goodnight jakey."

"goodnight baby," he said softly, "i love you."

you murmured it back, squeezing your eyes shut tight as he flicked the bedside lamp off, hoping sleep would find you quickly. you tried repeating it to yourself, over and over, as you fought the emptiness threatening to overtake you.

you aren't ready for a baby.

•••••

jake couldn't sleep.

you had long since passed out, your steady breathing somewhat soothing him as he stared wide eyed at the ceiling.

do you want to have a baby?

your words were playing over in his head as he lay there, haunting him. the way your shoulders defeatedly sunk down as you talked yourself out of it.

yes.

he should've immediately answered the question, tossed you on the bed and put a baby in you right then and there.

he knew not long after he met you that he wanted it all with you. marriage, children, a long happy life together growing old. you both decided to wait for all of that, focusing on your careers, hoping to get steady in your own lives before you thought of bringing another one into this world.

his heart physically ached as he watched you holding the baby today, the way you cheerfully talked to her, giggling and lighting up at her babbling. he knew you were scared to have one of your own, you had told him before. you were insecure in your abilities to be a good mother. maybe jake was too sure, but he had no doubts you'd be the best mom in the world.

he let out a heavy sigh as he pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. yeah, he wanted a baby. he wanted you to want a baby. he wanted to wake you up right now, and demand you be honest with him about it.

he would give you a baby in a heartbeat.

•••••

you were freaking the fuck out.

your friend had a last minute emergency, and asked if you could watch her baby for the afternoon. you agreed, too guilty to say no, and before you knew it, sweet little penelope was asleep in your arms.

you had gotten her to fall asleep forty five minutes ago, your heart completely melting as you looked at her tiny fingers wrapped around your thumb, holding you tightly.

you almost jumped when you heard your front door opening, and you eased back to find jake staring confusedly at you. you motioned for him to be quiet, and he nodded his understanding, tiptoeing toward you. it was endearing, really, though you doubted his normal walking would wake her up.

he smiled down at the two of you, looking unbelievably soft as you slowly sat up. you were able to place her in the pop-up bed, only taking a step away before she started wailing loudly.

the two of you shared a wide eyed look before jake turned, picking her up and cradling her to him. her sobs turned to fussy sounds, soon soothed by jake's low voice and gentle rocking.

you were sure your heart was bound to explode at the sight before you, a d you hadn't even realized you were staring so hard at him until he frowned at you, "what?" he whispered.

"nothing," you whispered back, watching as she was soon back to sleep. you anxiously wiped your hands on your sweatpants, turning to the kitchen, "i'm gonna start on dinner, is that– are you okay with her?"

he nodded, his large hand rubbing soothing patterns on her back. you stared a moment longer before you mentally shook your head, exiting the living room.

as you bustled around the kitchen, you heard jake's low voice coming from the living room. your heart seized as you realized he was singing something, and you had to stop to collect yourself.

and in that moment, you realized… you were ready for a baby.

•••••

"i'm sorry?"

you stood in front of the bed, your hands nervously clenched in tight fists at your sides as you watched jake regard you cautiously.

you inhaled deeply, "you heard me."

his eyes dropped to the bed, before he looked back up at you, and you took note of how his eyes had darkened significantly, "say it again."

you swallowed nervously, fidgeting lightly.

you had stormed into your bedroom, finding jake sat up in the bed, reading a book. he looked sinful, doing the most mundane thing in the world. you didn't know if it was your hormones raging through you, but you had never been more certain.

you blurted it out before you could stop yourself, "put a baby in me."

he froze, his head snapping up to look at you, "i'm sorry?"

"say it again, honey," he said, slamming the book shut before haphazardly tossing it to his nightstand.

you let out a nervous breath, a smile finding its way onto your lips, "put a baby in me, jake."

he raised his chin, "come here," his voice was barely above a whisper, but it had you crawling up to him before you could process it. he pulled you into his lap, his hands finding their place on your hips. you leaned in to kiss him, but he angled his lips away from yours. you frowned, your lips just barely brushing against his as you breathed in each other's air, "are you sure about this?"

you nodded quickly, whining out a quiet affirmation, "yeah."

he inhaled deeply through his nose, and he nestled his face into the hollow of your throat, "yeah?" he asked, a teasing tilt to his question. you nodded as he began leaving open mouth kisses along your skin, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, "my pretty girl wants to be a mommy, hm?"

his words sent an aching throb throughout your lower half as you whimpered, nodding again, "yes," your voice was high, whiny, and you were almost embarrassed at how quickly you were worked up. you felt him grin against your skin, and you indignantly tugged at his hair, "what about you?" you asked, rolling your hips against his, "you wanna be a daddy?"

he groaned quietly, his hands tightening his grip as he nodded, "yeah," he muttered, "fuck yes."

you reached down, tearing your shirt off as quickly as you could, his hands grabbing your exposed skin. he lowered his mouth to your chest, taking your hardened nipple into his mouth. he groaned against you as you began grinding your hips down, whining loudly when his other hand pinched lightly at your nipple he wasn't sucking on.

"fuck baby," he whispered against your skin, kissing his way across your chest. you let out a noise of agreement, your hand finding its way into his hair once more. you let out a gasp when he lightly bit down, your fingers tightening in his locks.

he wrapped an arm tightly around your lower back, suddenly flipping the two of you over as he kissed his way down your quivering stomach. your chest was already heaving as he kissed the waistband of your panties, his fingers looping into the elastic and tugging them down. you ran a shaky hand through his hair, allowing him to push your thighs up and apart, settling until he was eye level with your glistening center.

"please, jakey," you pleaded, your other hand sweetly caressing the side of his face. he gave you a soft smile, leaning into your hand, and you let out a loud gasp when you felt him sink a finger inside of you, no preamble, "oh fuck–"

he left an open mouth kiss to your thigh before he licked a stripe along your slit, humming against you. he wrapped his lips around your clit, giving little kitten licks as he slipped another finger inside of you.

he was vocal, groaning and humming against you as he curled his fingers up and fucked them into you. he lightly suckled on your clit, and you let out a choked noise, "gonna cum," you gasped out, "fuck, please don't stop, jakey– please."

he picked up his speed, his eyes intense as he watched you unconsciously buck your hips up. he murmured against you, "cum for me, sweet girl. let me have it."

you came with a jolt, a loud sob falling past your lips as your orgasm came crashing through you. you tightened your grip in his hair, your thighs fighting to shut around him.

he worked you through it until you were whining, fighting to pull away from his mouth, and his hand. he pulled off of you with reluctance, crawling back over you, and meeting your lips in a heated kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tightly to you, kissing him like you'd never get to again.

you reached down between the two of you, cupping his prick through his underwear. he pressed his hips against your hand, and you whimpered, wanting him free of the restricting material, "fuck me," you pleaded, yanking his underwear down, "please, jakey?"

he nodded, ridding himself smoothly and quickly of the last bit of clothing he had, and before you could process it, you felt the warm, hard head of him pressing against your weeping center. your legs fell open wider as he painted himself up and down your slit, "i'm gonna fuck you," he muttered, almost sounding as if he were talking to himself, "gonna put a fucking baby in you."

he pushed himself inside of you, bottoming out in one quick movement, and you gasped, your walls tightening around him, "relax for me, angel," his hand was tightly fisted in the pillow beside your head, his other hand squeezing your hip, "gotta relax." you were too worked up, shaking your head as you grabbed his hips, wordlessly asking him to fuck you. he grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to his, "hey, breathe. deep breaths, love," he inhaled deeply, and you followed suit, your whole body easing up as you focused on him. he nodded with a warm smile, "good girl. hi, sweetheart."

"hi," you breathed out the word, totally enamored with the man above you.

he kept his eyes on yours as he eased halfway out, fucking back into you with slight force. you let out a moan, your nails digging into his back as he began a steady pace, not too fast, with hard thrusts into you.

you were making tiny 'uh' sounds with every thrust, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head, and you quickly felt yourself approaching another orgasm, "gonna cum, jake," you gasped out, "please– wanna cum."

"go on," he grit out, "i've got you, baby, just cum for me."

it only took three more pumps of his hips before you were drug under into the waves of your second orgasm. you were making noises you weren't even aware of, the feeling of his cock stretching you out as you squeezed around him almost too much.

"fuck," he breathed the word, "good fucking girl, there we go." he was muttering filthy words of praise as you recovered. he pulled out, leaving you overwhelmingly empty, "turn over."

you quickly scrambled over on shaky limbs. you were still sensitive and unexpecting when he plunged in to the hilt, "fuck!" you gasped out, instinctively fighting to crawl away.

he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you back to him as he began fucking into you once more, "you’re not going anywhere now, baby," he said, wrapping his arm around your stomach, "gonna fill you up.”

you nodded quickly, "please– fuck!"

he splayed his palm out along your stomach, pressing against it, and he leaned over you to whisper in your ear, "feel me right here?" you nodded, reaching behind you to pull him impossibly closer, "you're gonna look so pretty with our baby in here." he traced a finger along your stomach, "all sweet and glowing. my pretty, pretty, little mama."

you cried out, babbling pleads and whines for him, "want it so bad, jakey, please–"

"you'll get it, baby," he said, his words sounding both like a threat and a promise, "gonna fill you so fucking full of my cum."

his chest was pressed against your back, and he wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you up with him as he leaned back onto his knees, never missing a thrust. you whimpered out his name in a plea, and he gently shushed you, "just take it, yeah?"

you nodded, letting out a loud cry, wanting nothing more than to be filled up. you wanted him to fuck his cum back into you, a guarantee that you'd get pregnant. you wanted it so badly you could cry. and before you knew it, you were. tears were streaming down your face as you laid your head back on his shoulder, "please, please cum in me," you sobbed out, tangling your hand in his hair behind you, pulling his mouth to the side of your throat.

you felt him twitch inside of you, followed by a grunt as he bit down against the clammy skin of your throat, "can you cum again?"

your mouth fell open, unsure as he began rubbing tight circles over your clit. you could, but you feared you might not survive it. "i– i dunno," you whimpered.

"you will," he grit out, "one more," he licked over the skin he just had clamped between his teeth, "one more, and then i'm gonna cum in that pretty little cunt," his breath hitched as you began squeezing around his length, "gonna turn my girl into a mama."

your orgasm hit you without warning, and you cried out his name, nearly falling forward if not for the hand he had wrapped possessively around your throat.

you placed your hand on his hip, fighting for him to stop, the feeling too much, but he grabbed your hand, holding it tightly at your hip, "just take it, baby," he rasped, "just a bit longer, fuck," his thrusts were becoming sloppy, and you began fucking yourself on him, eager for his warm release inside of you.

"cum in me, jakey," you whispered, reaching to hold onto him, "cum in me and fuck back in me, please daddy."

he let out a choked moan at that, his hips stalling as his orgasm hit him. you let out a blissful sigh as you felt his cum coating your walls in its warmth. his hips shallowly thrusted into you as he rode out his high, soft noises leaving his open mouth.

you gasped when you felt him slip out, "turn back around, love," he murmured, helping you fall onto your back.

you looked in between the two of you, your eyes widening slightly when you noticed he was still hard, "fuck, jakey," you whispered, wiggling your hips to scoot closer to him.

his brow furrowed lightly as he looked down in between your thighs, and you jumped when you felt his fingers scooping up what release had trickled out, "how does it feel, my cum leaking out of you?" he pushed his fingers inside, "knowing that you’ll be a sweet little mommy?”

you bucked your hips up, "so good, jakey," your voice was weak, "more," you begged, "please, i want more."

he gave a fucked out grin, lining himself back up at your entrance, "gotta fuck it back in, yeah?" he gave you a wink that stole your breath away, "gonna fill that greedy cunt with all my cum."

he was back inside you, already fucking fast and hard, and you nails were back to digging into the warm skin of his back, "want it so bad," you cried. it felt so filthy in the best way, his own release mixing with yours making it that much wetter. it felt hot and dirty, yet perfectly sweet, knowing the entire point of all of it.

"i know, baby, i want it too," he nuzzled his nose sweetly against your temple, "you're gonna be such a good mama, you know that?" you hesitantly shook your head, and he quickly nodded, stopping any bit of doubt you had, "yes, you will."

you pulled him closer, "you're gonna be a good dad," you pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, "that– fuck– that's what made me realize i want it so bad, jakey."

he hummed, falling forward onto his forearms, caging you in with him, giving you no option but to stare into his eyes. you reached forward, brushing his hair away from his face, "you think so?" he asked, hitting you with a particularly hard thrust.

you nodded quickly, "yes," you hissed out, your eyes fluttering shut when his hip bone pressed deliciously against your clit, "fuck, seeing you with that baby, i just– i want one of our own," you admitted, shakily running a hand through his hair.

he gave you such a soft look, contrasting greatly with the way he was fucking you, "i want that, too. so fucking bad." you whimpered as he kissed you, murmuring against your lips, "touch your pretty clit, sweet thing. baby her for me."

you quickly obeyed, your hand snaking between the two of you to rub circles as he filled you up, "gonna cum, jake–"

"do it," he practically growled, his hips slamming into you harder, "i'm so fucking close, honey. cum for me, just one more. you can do it."

you gasped, your entire body stretching so tightly as that coil snapped, and you were cumming the hardest you had that night. your orgasm triggered his own, and he came with a loud curse, letting out the prettiest noises as he fucked you both through it.

he let some of his weight down onto you, basking in each other's warmth despite the sweat causing you to stick to each other. he stayed inside of you as you both caught your breath, and you had never felt more complete.

he pulled out gently, hissing apologetically when you whimpered lightly, "i know baby," he soothed, "keep it in there for me, yeah?"

you nodded weakly, fighting to keep his warmth from sliding out even a bit. he fell down beside you with a huff, letting out a quiet laugh. you lolled your head to the side, staring at him. he looked so fucking pretty, and it made your heart ache, "do you think it worked?" you asked timidly.

he looked over at you, his eyes falling to your stomach, and he stared for a moment, "if it didn't, we can sure as hell try again."

you let out a loud laugh, bordering on a cackle, "shut up, jake."

he grinned wide, "i'm serious," he winked, "i meant it when i said i'm gonna put a baby in you. i'm making sure of that."

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Dangerously Wet

Who knew volunteering at your local swimming pool would get you closer to your neighbour?

Alhaitham/You

Warnings: Public/semi-public sex

Notes: This is part two of Teach Me, Please. I got the inspiration for a smutty-ish part two, so here it is. XD. Cross-posted on Ao3.

Alhaitham is a fast learner. In less than a month, he’s already mastered freestyling and the backstroke. You’ve also spent a lot of time together, inside and outside the pool. The turning moment, however, is when you took care of him when he was sick.

You were looking through your mail as you walked toward the elevator. When it arrived, and you stepped in, you noticed that Alhaitham's mail was mixed in with yours. Gosh. Why were you suddenly feeling giddy? You already saw him every weekend for his weekly swimming lessons. What more could you ask for? More, of course. Once you arrived on the floor, you walked to Alhaitham's door and knocked once.

No answer.

So, you knocked again.

No answer.

Maybe he was out? You were about to slide his mail underneath his door…until it suddenly opened. His face was red, his eyes tired with dark circles underneath them. He was wearing a baggy sweater and a face mask. When he coughed away from you, he confirmed your suspicions. He was sick.

“Are you okay?” you asked worriedly.

Alhaitham nodded. Despite wearing a mask, you knew he was smiling from the look in his eyes. “Did you need something?”

You gave him the envelope. “Your mail got mixed in with mine.”

He took it. “Ah, thank you.” Then, he coughed away from you again.

“...Are you sure you’re okay? Do you have a fever?”

“I’m a lot better than I was a few days ago.”

Should you offer to cook something for him? Were you on that level? Or would he find that creepy? But it wasn’t like you met for the first time. You saw him half-naked every week, for goodness sake.

Alhaitham wanted to spend time with you, but that would be selfish of him to ask. How could he ask that when he was sick? The thought of you taking care of him up his temperature even more.

“Well—” You stopped. He stopped. Were you thinking the same thing? Or, why would you have spoken at the same time? “Please, you first,” he said.

"Oh, um, I was going to say I could make you something if you'd like. No pressure! It's just… you live alone, so I want to help… if you need it." You knew you were blushing from how hot your ears turned.

“If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate that.” You weren’t sure if he was blushing or if it was the sickness.

Regardless, you stepped inside.

You and Alhaitham are spending time together at the pool. It’s late, and you and he are the only ones left. He’s doing laps when an employee comes to tell you if you can close up for the night. Then, you and Alhaitham are left alone again.

“Did something happen?” You turn, your heart skipping a beat when you see him approaching you… wet and shirtless. Will you ever get used to that? Maybe not. Are you complaining? Definitely not. After telling him what the employee told you, Alhaitham smiles. “In that case, you should join me for a swim.”

You could, as you’re dressed in swim shorts and a cropped swim top. But, before you can say anything, Alhaitham picks you up and jumps into the water with you in his arms.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

He puts you down in the shallow water that just reaches your knees. “Let’s have a race.”

You frown. "I think we both know who's going to win."

Alhaitham is standing in front of you. When his hand touches your cheek, you freeze. The water is cold, but why do you feel so hot? Then, he leans towards you. His face is inches from yours. “Has the student become the master?” Then, his eyes fall to your lips. “Are you nervous?”

You laugh… nervously. “Why would I be?”

“Because you were biting your lip.” Can you just disappear into the pool? His hand snakes around your head. “...And, I’d like to calm your nerves if you’d let me.”

“...What do you have in mind?”

You see him smile briefly before his mouth is on yours. When his gentle but demanding tongue presses on your lower lip, you welcome him into the warmth of your mouth. Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders as he pushes you closer to him. Your bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces as his hungry, passionate kiss ignites a desire you haven't felt in a long time. The fire has been lit, and you know it can't be stopped.

At that moment, no one else existed. His large hand is splayed around your waist as he’s lost in the taste of you. He wants you. He needs you. And he doesn’t want to wait any longer. Soon, Alhaitham cages you against the pool wall, his bottom half pressed against yours. When you finally break the kiss, your hands move from his shoulders to his toned chest. Then, your dark gaze finds his. You know what the other wants and have every intention to give it.

In the silence of the pool comes soft pants and moans as your hands grip the pool wall. Alhaitham's hands are on your hips, guiding your motions as his controlled thrusts into your sex come from behind. The water is no obstacle, as when you quietly say, "Faster," he quickly complies with your request.

You're aware of your surroundings, and the thought makes you quicken the pace of your hips. You and Alhaitham are the only ones here. But regardless, someone can come in at any moment and witness how your body is enveloping him, drawing him in, and pushing him out as if unable to take him completely.

Alhaitham pulls you up so your back is against his chest. A hand fondles your breast, drawing a soft moan from your soft lips before Alhaitham claims them. You begin a slow rotation of your hips, feeling him grow larger and harder. He feels like he’s going to burst. Heat spreads throughout his body as he moves with you.

“Ah…”

That’s all it takes for the rest of his emotions to unwind. With every break of your kiss comes a pant or a moan that spurs him on. He gently prods your legs apart further and drives himself deeper and deeper until both of you crumble like sand.

Alhaitham holds you against him, and you feel him smile against your neck. His arms are around your waist, so you put your hands over his as you calm down from your high. “...Are you still nervous, m’lady?”

You gently smack his arm. “Oh, of course not.”

“Good.” His dangerously low voice near your ear makes your heart beat faster. “...Because there’s more where that came from.”

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demaparbat-hp · 3 months

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Love your work!! Would you ever do a what-if scenario? Like what if Zuko and Katara kissed in the catacombs? Or what if they shared a moment during the Southern Raiders? Or I always love to imagine a headcanon where Zuko and Katara get married and Oma and Shu happily watching them aka their reincarnation in the background ambiance or from the spirit world or something.

Sorry if I'm rambling but I'm just throwing out some suggestions if you want some ideas for Zutara art. Please know that you don't have to take my suggestions or even do ZK art. Do whatever art you like and we'll always support!!!! You're honestly so talented and we love everything you do!!!!

Most of my AUs are what ifs scenarios! What if Kanna ended up in the Earth Kingdom instead of the Southern Water Tribe, and Katara was Hakoda's illegitimate daughter? What if Ozai sent an assassin after Zuko at the start of s2? What if Katara healed her hands when Aang burned her, but couldn't keep them from scarring? Canon divergences are so fun to play with, honestly.

Also, about the Oma & Shu AU, I've been working on a little something with that idea in mind for ages, and thought I'd share a WIP :)

#dema answers #atla #zutara #omashu #zuko #avatar the last airbender #katara #atla fanart #zutara fanart #Wip

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accioataraxia · 1 year

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goodnight, little lion

dramione, 1.5k, domestic fluff

James Sirius Potter, two year old son of Harry and Ginny Potter, wiped his snotty nose with the sleeve of his shirt. His mouth had the remnants of a chocolate frog and an unknown, sticky, blue substance on it. Draco only stared and curled his lip in disgust.

“He likes to be read to before bed. He may ask for more than one book, don’t feel like you have to though.”

“Oh nonsense! I’ll read as many books to the little angel as he wants!”

“Okay then. I guess we’re leaving now!”

“Enjoy yourselves!”

Draco quietly snorted as he listened to the exchange. Angel. The spawn of a Potter and a Weasley surely must be anything but. The topic of children had come up between him and Granger recently and briefly. The former golden girl, dethroned due to her ongoing relationship with a former death eater, had made him a bit soft around the edges. The thought of a baby, small, blonde, and curly haired, half him and half Granger brought a smile to his face. The two year old staring back at him quickly reminded him that they don’t stay a baby forever.

He remembered the day the youngest Potter was born very well. Ginny had requested Hermione attend the birth, as a form of support, and Draco had been dragged along to wait in the sitting room. Harry quickly poked his head in the room every hour or so to update him and the Weasley’s that had gathered there throughout the day. Draco may have thought it to be a dream, or a nightmare more likely, that he would willingly be in the sitting room of Harry Potter along with five Weasley’s if it weren’t for Ginny’s screams that he could still hear if he thought hard enough. That night, after the dark haired baby had finally made his arrival and Draco and Granger returned to their shared flat, Hermione had confessed that she had no desire to go through what she had watched Ginny endure during those hours. Draco had shrugged. Fine with him.

But about a month ago now, Hermione had made another confession. She had baby fever, she had called it. Draco asked if he should call for a healer and she laughed herself horse. It turns out that baby fever isn’t an actual medical condition. Though he thought maybe it should be as he watched James shove a finger into his nose up to the first knuckle. Hermione bounced into the room, the picture of excitement and not any ounce of reproach on his face. This was obviously her idea. She had offered herself and Draco as babysitters so the Potter’s could have a date night to themselves. At least that’s what she had told them. Draco knew they were here to see if they could handle it. Handle a child. Together. They could barely make tea in the kitchen at the same time without bumping into each other and annoying one another. How on earth would they parent a child together? It would not be the same as it had been when Draco was a child, with the house elves being his primary care takers and his mother only toting him around on a hip in front of guests. He would be responsible for a tiny, fragile, impressionable life. God’s spare that baby.

Hermione kneeled in front of James, a wet cloth in her hand. “What shall we do first, little one? She asked as she wiped his face clean of the leftover sweets.

“Fly!” The little boy squealed. Potter was already teaching him to fly? But James ran on short, chubby legs to the corner of the room where a toy, wooden, broom leaned against the wall. He mounted the toy and ran circles around Draco and Hermione. She giggled and Draco could admit, the smile on Jame’s face was priceless. “Chase me, Uncle Draco!” He squealed. A title Draco had not quite gotten used to but answered to often these days. He sighed and Hermione tilted her head at him, a silent “please.”

“Chaser Potter has his sights on the snitch!” Draco said as he started the chase, James’ answering laughter gave him false hope. Because an hour later, in the kitchen, James threw a whole bowl of pasta onto the floor and screamed at the top of his lungs, demanding chicken nuggets.

“What the bloody hell are chicken nuggets and where on this god's forsaken planet do I get them?” Draco asked through his teeth over the screaming.

Still dizzy with the after effects of apparition to and from Muggle London, Draco slumped on to the Potter’s couch as James quietly devoured four chicken nuggets, chips, and a juice box. Little devil. During the twenty minutes of silence it had allowed him, Draco helped Hermione clean the pasta and red sauce off of the floor. “How are you feeling?” She whispered, trying not to disturb the beast.

“What?” Draco asked back, not sure if he had heard her correctly.

“How are you feeling? I know it seems like a lot but –”

“A lot? He went from running around the room in a fit of giggles to screaming like a banshee for processed food in a matter of seconds. I have whiplash.” Draco said, focusing on the mess instead of her disappointed face.

“Bed time is soon.” She said.

“That should be fun.” He knew the sarcasm in his tone was dripping off of his tongue.

With the mess cleaned up, Hermione carried James to the bathroom and drew him a bath. Draco cringed when he heard another demand come from the tiny mouth. “I want Uncle Draco!” Draco moved from his leaning post in the kitchen and peaked his head around the door of the bathroom.

“You called?” He said, grinning when James’ face lit up. Draco charmed a few bubbles to float above the little boy's head. Delight and mischief danced in his eyes. The splashing began. By the end of bath time, Hermione had to cast a drying charm on all three of them. Draco wrapped James in a towel in the shape of a shark and carried him to his bedroom. The room was painted crimson and gold, gryffindor colors. Not unlike the silver and green room he had grown up in. A framed picture of Potter and his parents sat in the nightstand next to the small, toddler sized bed.

“That’s daddy’s mum and dad.” James stated. “A very bad man hurt them.” He said with the dictation Draco had never heard in a child. Clever little thing he was.

“Yes, he did.” Hermione cut in, no doubt sensing Draco tense up at the mention of Voldemort. “But nobody will ever hurt you.”

“I know.” James mumbled as Draco pulled a pajama shirt over his unruly head of Potter hair.

“And why is that?” Hermione asked. Draco caught on that this was a rehearsed question and answer.

“Because Aunt Hermione,” he enunciated each syllable, as if he had been taught to pronounce her name that way, “will hex them silly!” Draco laughed out loud. Of course she would. She was fiercely protective of those she loved. Draco knew, not so deep down anymore, that he would do the same.

“That’s right.” She nodded and tickled him under his armpits before lifting and laying him into his bed, tucking his blankets in tightly around his sides. “What book will it be?” She walked to the large bookshelf in the corner, she had no doubt been a large contributor to it. With any toy she bought the boy, a book accompanied it. Balance, she called it.

“Can I pick two?” He pleaded. “One for you to read to me and one for Uncle Draco to read to me.”

“I think that’s more than fair.” Draco finally cut in. “What do you say, Aunt Hermione?”

She only smiled and grabbed the two books James had chosen from the shelf. First, a muggle story about a young boy who wreaks havoc in his home and his mother sends him to bed without dinner. The little boy sails to a mysterious island full of havoc wreaking monsters who he sends to bed without their dinner. Draco thought “Wild Thing” was the perfect nickname for the rambunctious boy Hermione was reading to.

James had chosen a story from The Tales of Beedle and the Bard for Draco to read to him. They settled on The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. Just as he reached the part of the story when the third knock sounds, he looked over the book at James, sound asleep with his mouth slightly parted. Hermione had ventured back downstairs as they’d started the story, to await Harry and Ginny’s return and put away James’ toys. Draco closed the book and sat it on the nightstand. He softly petted the top of James’ head and looked around the bedroom once more. “Goodnight, little lion.” He whispered before leaving the room. All children were different, weren’t they? A child being the product of himself and Granger would be less rambunctious, wouldn’t they? The door to the little lion’s den clicked closed and Draco loosed a sigh of relief. He could only hope so at this point. He wondered if baby fever was contagious.

#dramione fandom #dramione #dramione fanfic #dramione fic #fluff #dramione fluff #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco malfoy #hermione granger #baby fever #dramione babysitting au #harry potter fanfiction

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shesacarver · 5 months

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On November 23rd, 2023, a video titled “ Ned’s Cozy Fireplace - 10 Hours of Relaxing Twenty One Pilots Mixes “ was uploaded to the Twenty One Pilots YouTube channel. I need to talk about it.

This post will be disorganized— as there can’t be much structure to an observation of something non-linear— though points will be ordered from most to least relevant.

OVERVIEW

[ Link to Ned’s Cozy Fireplace ]

For most of the 10 hours, Ned is prominently displayed in his little cave from the Chlorine MV. References to past MVs/items ( the Funko pop is canon…. ) are displayed throughout. The monitor on the far right of the screen will infrequently play videos related to whatever song is currently playing.

TIMESTAMPS & RELEASE DATES

At several points during the video, Ned will wake up, and/or get up and walk away. One of these timestamps stands out: 5:17:00.

At the five hours and seventeen minutes mark, the monitor in the room turns on, and Tyler can be seen in his studio. Ned also opens his eyes.

As others before me have pointed out, 5:17:00 can be read like a date; 5/17, or May 17th. May 17th, 2015 was the release date of Blurryface, making May 17th, 2024 it’s 9th anniversary. Due to the symbolism of the number 9, of Blurryface, and of cycles/“the cycle”, I believe that the next album will release on May 17th, 2024.

NED’S EYE

In the reflection of Ned’s eye, a reflection can be seen:

It appears to be black, white, and blue. None of the colors present in his eye could be reflected from his environment— Everything has undertones of red and purple due to the fireplace, and Chlorine is teal, not defeat-core blue.

The image, I believe, is meant to showcase the blue door. It appears to be opening up from the ground, similar to the way it did during the Icy Tour.

The concept also reflects the Blurryface eye shutting / Trench eye opening teaser.

ANAGRAM

Also discovered by others before me, Ned’s Cozy Fireplace may be an anagram for something bigger, similar to SCALED AND ICY = CLANCY IS DEAD. Several keywords can be plucked out of NEDS COZY FIREPLACE, and one of the strings that can be formed is:

CLANCY SEIZED OR FPE

This may represent an internal question asked by the Banditos, if FPE is taken as Few, Proud, Emotional. They haven’t seen Tyler or the Torchbearer in years, so they’d be unaware of any psychokinetic powers. CLANCY SEIZED OR FPE could essentially be the question of “ How did Clancy destroy Dema? Was he seized by Blurryface, or is he free? Is it one or the other, or is it both?“

‘ JUST LIKE KEONS SED ‘

On the same note as the anagram, a note can be found on screen. It reads:

“ NED, SAW CLANCY N TORCH BERER JUS LIKE KEONS SED. HOPE YOU AR WELL. NED. “

This could be referencing the actual bishop Keons, if he were a secret Bandito-ally ( the term ‘ Rebel Red ‘ from Chlorine may allude to that ), or it could reference The Outside’s MV. The significance of either option has yet to be truly seen.

CONCLUSIONS

I think that Ned’s Cozy Fireplace holds answers to certain questions, but also poses certian questions that will be answered with later releases. I believe that new-content releases will begin in January, and constantly lead up towards a May release date.

#🖊️#🎤#good lord #i havent written in so long #i need to get my Neurons Activated #and primed #for when things come out #twenty one pilots #twenty øne piløts #tøp #ned #neds bayou #neds cozy fireplace #scaled and icy #sai #dema #clancy #keons #blurryface

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Fic: Tales from Tianji Manor

(prev/ao3 link/next)

Relationships: implied Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua

chapter summary: Our local murderous gremlin gets exposed to motherly affection. He does not know how to deal with it.

“Where's Di Feisheng?” He Xiaohui asks at breakfast. The spot by Li Lianhua’s left was left conspicuously empty, which neither her son nor Li Lianhua seemed particularly concerned about.

Xiaobao shrugs, shovelling another mouthful of congee into his mouth.

Deeming her son useless in this topic, she turns to Li Lianhua, who gives a small cough, cheeks puffing in what she now recognizes is discomfort before answering, “Lao-Di does that sometimes. He comes and goes as he pleases, please don't worry, Sect leader He.”

Well. That was something to unpack.

She heard from Xiaobao that Di Feisheng came from the Di Family in the southeast region, that secretly conducted Death sorcerer training, creating trained assassins out of children. That explained his high martial skills, as well as his disregard towards social etiquette.

Though he was trying, she could see that. There are certain times where Di Feisheng paused, thinking through his words before suggesting murder to all their problems.

That was not the most pressing issue now, however.

“I told you to address me as ‘mom’,” she admonishes lightly, pushing a bowl of dough fritters towards Li Lianhua, who is careful not to agree but acknowledges her with a nod anyway.

It wasn't an outright refusal, she notes with a degree of satisfaction. She would work at slowly chipping away at his defences for now.

“And as for Di Feisheng, he'd better be back by evening, no one misses dinner here,” she fixes her Xiaobao with a glare.

“He usually disappears for a month though,” Xiaobao looks up in alarm, knowing full well she would make do on her threats, “even Hulijing is unable to track him down!”

“Nonsense, we have He Xiaofeng. Or have you forgotten how your xiaoyi managed to follow you all the way to Jin Mantang’s residence?”

“That was because this traitor set off a smoke flare!” Xiaobao gestures to Li Lianhua. (Who was currently stuffing his cheeks with pieces of dough fritters, the very picture of innocence and nothing like the 'traitor' he had just been accused of being).

“Also, are you calling my xiaoyi a tracking dog?” her Xiaobao huffs in mock indignation.

“You're the one calling her that, not me,” He Xiaohui says dismissively. Though her youngest sister does have a strange affinity for tracking people down, smoke flare or not, strangely enough.

—

(“Try calling for him,” Li Lianhua nudges Fang Xiaobao, who wrinkles his nose at the suggestion.

Li Lianhua shrugs, “it's worked before, no?”

In the end, Fang Duobing had volunteered himself to look for Di Feisheng, citing that the other would likely flee at seeing his xiaoyi. Not out of fear, but from guilt, that his taking her hostage had gotten her stabbed multiple times. He may have a morally gray compass, but he did have his own set of strict moral codes that he stuck to.

Fang Xiaobao pointedly ignores Li Lianhua's ribbing, holding out one of A-Fei’s sashes to Hulijing, who gives it a curious sniff before setting off northwards of the forest.

It wasn't until the sun started to set, painting the sky in various shades of pink, orange and yellow, with Fang Xiaobao muttering curses under his breath that Hulijing returned triumphant.

They eventually find him meditating by the waterfalls nestled in the forest, a lone figure clad in red stark against the cool grey of the cliffs. Hulijing bounds up to him, her barks rivalling the sounds of the crashing waters.

Standing there against the waterfalls that far eclipsed him in height as he pets Hulijing, Di Feisheng looked nothing like the monster in the stories teashop storytellers liked to spin.

Di Feisheng clearly had not expected his zhijis to come seeking him out, nor had he expected that He Xiaohui would be concerned about his absence. He did not know what to make of her demand that he be back for dinner, having managed to get by all his life alone. Never had anyone besides Li Lianhua fed him a meal without ulterior motives).

—

He Xiaohui is considering the merits of tearing up the offensive letter placed in front of her when attendant Xie rushes in, hastily announcing the return of her wayward son-in-law (to-be, but that was a moot point) and her sons.

“I'm famished!” Fang Xiaobao announces, waltzing into the dining hall with his zhijis trailing in behind him.

“Is there an issue?” Di Feisheng addresses her, taking the seat across Li Lianhua. It was hardly a conversation starter, but it was also not a straight ‘what do you want from me’ that his posture was radiating. She would give him points for that.

Unlike Fang Xiaobao, who had tore into his food with vigor upon sitting down, Di Feisheng had paid the veritable array of food no mind, posture tense and coiled for action, still wary after a week of residence in her Tianji Manor.

She had meant to put on her most stern expression, ready to grill them for being late, she really did. But Di Feisheng had looked so bewildered, so lost, his earlier collected demeanour gone when she replied that all she truly wanted was all her family members to be present during dinnertime.

“You…have fixed meal times?” Di Feisheng followed-up, sounding genuinely confused. The question has Li Lianhua subtly perking up in curiosity as well- and He Xiaohui’s heart aches.

That it was such a simple thing as having a meal together- that Di Feisheng likely never experienced -has her feeling choked up.

Truly, fate had not done right by these two men.

From the wet sheen in Fang Xiaobao's eyes, and the fond, almost tender expression he was sporting, she figures that he felt the same way too.

Not trusting herself to speak without breaking down into tears, He Xiaohui nods in response to Di Feisheng's expectant expression.

“Alright then,” Di Feisheng nods, deeming the answer satisfactory, “I shall try not to miss dinner.”

#afaik family dinners in Chinese households are A Given and quite important #i think this is the first fic where i wrote something more dfs centric #!! i do love A-Fei #just struggle with writing him a lil #mysterious lotus casebook fic #mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #difanghua #rose writes

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bathtimeboy · 3 months

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Can you elaborate on this because I’ve never heard about this😭

I think Dema can very easily be read as a criticism of Christianity and about the journey of leaving. Maybe Tyler didn't intend that, but it gives those vibes.

For starters Clancy talks about looking at Dema with pride when he was younger, but that changing as he gets older.

Something that struck me was the order of dema. It's described as being very ordered, like everyone has a designated job, and even the way the city is laid out is orderly. People like this order, despite it being a clear dystopia that worships suicide.

Like in a lot of Christianity, there's simply an explanation for everything (even if it's a bad explanation). everything is consistent. Everything has a place. It's very black and white. but people like this, it's a feature. People go to heaven or hell. Gay people are just sinners who hate god. You can turn off your mind and listen to the Christian music and let the emotions numb your brain. You can forget that the lyrics are all about being dirty, dirty sinners that deserve death and that you worship someone who would kill their own child because he really wanted to kill you and his wrath must be satisfied.

There's an argument to be made that Christianity worships death in a sense. The greatest thing Jesus did was die. From a young age kids are told to die for your beliefs is the greatest thing. This life is less important than the afterlife you're trying to get to. there's other examples probably.

Theres also the Banditos and Trench. They're wild, untamed, and messy, not easy answers. They don't have roads to follow. They are a rebellion against the death cult. They try to stay alive.

There's the "beyond" trench, which Tyler leaves a mystery, and seems to parallel the afterlife, which is also a mystery.

Also Morph talking about death, makes me think it's about the question of what happens after. And he's morphing between different beliefs.

then there's the fact that he keeps getting dragged back, because it's difficult to leave a belief system and radically change like that. even if you kinda want to, even if you're really hurt by it. it takes time.

#dema #lore #ask

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silverlininghills · 1 year

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answering the question "are clancy and tyler the same person?" once and for all

SO.

clancy.

one of the biggest narrative sticking points for both the fandom at large as well as me specifically has been the question of whether tyler and clancy are the same person. many people point to clancy's letter description of the events of the jumpsuit music video as proof that they're not, while others point to the reference to the "out of body account of the rider in the river" as proof that they are. it definitely felt like a contradiction to me when i was first diving into the lore last year. and while i understood that this narrative was a) being told in a very non-traditional manner and b) extremely fluid and almost dreamlike in its overall structure, that contradiction still bothered me.

and then i had an epiphany: clancy wasn't tyler, and now he is. it's simple, really.

let me explain:

the theory that i had initially come up with to try to explain the discrepancy, at least to myself, was that clancy was tyler's avatar within the narrative (basically his self-insert). he was the "jumpsuit" that tyler covered himself with in order to exist in this fictional world. so while he may exist independently of clancy (such as in the trench trilogy), he also existed as clancy when needed (such as during the events of the SAI livestream and music videos). the distinction between the two still felt weirdly uhhh consistently inconsistent to me, but i figured either we were missing a piece or that that was just how the narrative was meant to feel.

but then!! yesterday!! i was doing research for the aforementioned blurryface = clancy theory, and i stumbled upon an interview with andrew donoho, who directed all the "lore" music videos for the band. i have no idea how like, well known this interview is amongst the fandom, but I've yet to see anyone refer to it when discussing the "is clancy tyler" conundrum, despite the fact that it includes some VERY interesting bits:

"The daunting part was, they built this entire world--everything from Clancy to Tyler's role, to the band's role, to different pieces of TRENCH, all this stuff--and I had to find a way to bite off a nine-minute piece of that.

"...imagine reading Lord of the Rings and they say, 'Okay, so don't make anything that's in the novels, but make something in this world, and it can only be nine minutes and it has to be profound and show everything and have every single tie into the the allegory and the metaphor of the album.' Like, great."

to me, this pretty conclusively confirms that the events of the trench trilogy were not meant to be clancy, but instead either a) tyler himself or b) yet another dema inhabitant who was just played by tyler.

to drive that point home even further, andrew goes on to describe the actual creation process for dmaorg:

The Clancy story was something really fun. The first meeting with everybody we were talking about like how we would market TRENCH and if there was a way to open up the world to the super-fans that wanted to know more with a story that wasn't Tyler’s story. Because, again, they built this world that was so rich.

welp. there it is. a story that wasn't Tyler's story. Clancy was intended to be just another inhabitant of Dema whose story would be told, not through the album, but purely through the posts on dmaorg.

there's also this quote from tyler the first time he was asked about clancy in an interview:

Clancy's uh... I've heard about him. But I don't-- I don't-- I know we're from the same place.

"heard about" but not met. all he knows is that they're from the same place (dema).

so that settles it then, right? Clancy ≠ Tyler. so glad we could clear that up!

...not quite.

because here's the thing. this is not tyler and josh's story. twenty one pilots is not tyler and josh's band.

it's ours. and so is this story.

don't just take my word for it, either:

TJ: This record is… They really did help write it. This thing wouldn't be breathing without them. They helped create this world, as well.

TJ: They are also building the world, like I said. We’re very… Not to come off as on that stalker level, but I do watch them. […]what does that fan that really understands and has tracked with me up until this point -- how is this hitting them? And the story builds from there, man.

TJ: Once the fans got a hold of it and started to digest it it even brought it more to life you know? Watching the story come to life. So I'm excited to dive back into it at some point.

now, here's where i came up short: i swear i read or listened to an interview where tyler specifically talks about making changes to the story based on fan interpretations/ideas, but i cannot for the life of me find it now. if anyone remembers when or where (or if!) he said that and has a link, it would be immensely appreciated. but regardless, it's safe to say that we are all active participants in the creation of this story.

and what is something that we consistently speculated about, pretty much right from the moment we met clancy?

that he and tyler were the same person.

now, note the timeline here: they had probably already created at least the first couple clancy letters by the time dmaorg went live + was found by fans; same with the original trilogy of music videos (donoho specifically mentioned working on the treatments while dmaorg was being updated--and mentioned not being told about the updates ahead of time!). the last letter went live july 18th, exactly one week after the release of the jumpsuit music video, and tbh it sounds like the end of clancy's story, especially based on the narrative arc of both the trilogy and the album as a whole. clancy has left dema, is both frightened and enthralled by trench, and wonders both where he's going and whether leaving in the first place might’ve been a mistake. i fully believe this was intended to be the end of clancy's story.

but again. tyler and his team aren't the only ones telling it.

so what happened after that post? well, the album was released, tyler and josh rejoined social media, they did a bunch of fan press conferences, and then they toured a bunch.

and what did the clique do? well, they created. i wasn't around during that time, but i've seen enough clique art and meta and musings to get an idea of what the reaction was. it was clear that a) people were FASCINATED by trench and dema and all the rest of it and also b) that people LOVED clancy. they speculated about his history, his future, his connection to tyler, his place in the overall narrative.

they brought him to life.

and so clancy lived. the next dmaorg update coincided with the chlorine music video and revealed that he had been "returned" to dema by keons. bleak and ambiguous as the letter may have been, it was proof that clancy's story wasn't over just yet.

tantalizingly, tyler also revealed in an interview in march 2019 (so after clancy's "resurrection" but obviously before the world imploded and their plans got waylaid) that the next album would feature “a character that hasn’t been talked about on any record yet that plays a huge role in the narrative". was this clancy, who tyler had already confirmed "wasn't on [trench]"? or was this someone completely new?

welp, who knows because almost exactly one year later covid happened and everything got thrown out the window.

...except then the LOC ARG happens and the clique finds an encoded message on tyler's TV that says Clancy Is Dead, and then the name of the next album + accompanying Feature Performance Event is released and it turns out to be an anagram which also states that Clancy Is Dead.

so was he?

well, the clique had learned a couple other things by that point, such as:

1) SAI is propaganda

2) the views and opinions expressed on [Scaled and Icy] are those of the Sacred Municipality of Dema

and of course,

3) we don't believe what's on TV

so like. yeah. "clancy is dead". sure he is. whatever the truth may be, at least the fans knew not to take anything coming from the band at that point at face value.

as far as the SAI era goes, i think the most important thing to note is that, while writing the album, tyler himself didn’t even know if it would be a continuation of the narrative or not:

TJ: So the question is, with shows off the table for the time being, does this mean we should hit pause on this narrative? Or do we somehow try to weave it into the narrative, which is not totally the intention? I’m not really sure which direction we’re gonna go yet.

personally, i suspect they were leaning more towards the “not” side of things. the livestream definitely takes place within the world of dema, but it’s not really a continuation of the story so much as a technicolour fever dream (appropriate for the height of a viral pandemic i guess lol). once again, like dmaorg, i believe tyler expected this album to be an accompaniment to the lore, but not itself part of the story.

i have a whole, like, interpretation and breakdown of the “story” of the livestream that i am not gonna get into here bc this thing is already a beast, but suffice it to say that the livestream reads a lot more like an in-universe retelling of tyler’s story than anything else. does it heavily feature imagery and themes from the lore? yeah, of course. but it exists in this weird wonderland-esque dreamspace anyway, so that makes sense to me.

anyway. yeah. livestream as originally intended = not part of the dema/trench storyline.

and yet. you know the clique and their tendency to take the things the band gives them and run with them. i definitely have seen lots of speculation regarding whether tyler is tyler in the livestream or clancy, and i can’t say that i blame people for wondering! again, the ambiguous nature of the narrative lends itself to multiple interpretations. do i think it was intended that way at first? nah. but once again, the clique made the story their own, and tyler had no choice but to try to keep up.

the next time we hear from clancy isn’t until almost a full year after the livestream–well, okay, we get another lil “clancy is dead” easter egg in the saturday music video, but that’s nothing we haven’t heard before (nice try though tyler). what really fascinates me is the almost complete 180 in terms of tone and narrative structure between the first two music videos + livestream—all of which were created before the fans had been introduced to the new era—and the saturday + the outside mvs, which would’ve been created after. in my opinion, that’s where we once again see the clique’s influence at work. suddenly the narrative is not only back but barreling forward. the SAI era is no longer a diversion but a true continuation.

with that return to form comes clancy’s first letter in over three years, and wouldn’t’cha know it, it perfectly describes the events of the livestream AND the saturday music video, thereby confirming that clancy is tyler after all! mystery solved! thank you for coming to my—

—except, wait. the evidence so clearly pointed to clancy not being tyler before. tyler himself even said so! what gives? was tyler lying then? is clancy lying now? is there some secret third option that no one has considered yet?

…well, yeah. there kind of is. the third option is that both have been and still are true, because as the story hasn’t just progressed, it’s changed. changed because it stopped existing just inside tyler’s head, or in the 60 page trench bible; it started existing out here, with us. it changed because we changed it. we reached our collective hands into the narrative and pulled our blorbo from the brink of oblivion and shoved him right back into the narrative where he belongs. when you really think about it, that makes us the ghost in the machine. the implications of that idea alone make my head spin.

anyway, we get one more letter from clancy the very next day to coincide with the release of the outside’s music video. in it, he contemplates the new psychokinetic power he’s received, how familiar it feels, and he begins to understand. he may be referring to the bishops and vialism, but as always, the narrative trappings of this world are merely a reflection of ours. because yes, you can look at it as clancy gaining the ability to possess “available vessels” using the antlers of a magical creature. but you can also look at it as the moment when tyler officially became clancy in the narrative using the power of creativity and imagination (and, of course, a little help from some friends), and in so doing, gained the power to maybe, finally, turn the tide in this seemingly endless internal war. after all, as the caption on this instagram post says:

this is a story about cycles, and trying to break them. about discerning between external and internal attacks. and about balance. a balance between being saved by a friend, and saving yourself.

in summary: i truly don’t believe clancy and tyler were ever intended to be the same person. what he was meant to be (a facet of tyler, a representative of the clique, or someone/something else entirely), i’m not sure, though of course i have my theories. honestly, i don’t believe clancy was meant to exist beyond the handful of letters we got from him in 2018. i believe the only reason he endured is because we willed him to. and now, as we head into the endgame of this incredible story we’ve all been creating together, this character (who was destined to die by his creator but was saved by his fans) has become perhaps the most important player on the board. and personally? i can’t wait to see what he becomes next.

#twenty one pilots #lore #dema #clancy #trench #TØP #connecting the dots #my meta #mostly written while sleep deprived at 2 in the morning so like. be gentle with me #feels good tho to actually be WRITING meta instead of just incoherently screaming abt it #god it seems so obvious to me now #like this is barely even a revelation #it's just like. basic reading comprehension #in any case i hope ppl find this interesting #would love to hear your thoughts #anyway time to go pass out now

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