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boydepartment · 6 months

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hiiiii i would love to request a texts + scenarios where reader is dealing with things whether it be stress or sadness and tends to shy away from opening up so they won’t answer their texts for a while or try not to seem sad through texts but enha bf knows so they come over and maybe it ends from a text from reader thanking them for being there and yeah just more comfort 😭😭

1-800-143 - enhypen comfort texts + scenarios

a/n: hiii i hope you’re doing okay :( i did something similar here HOWEVER it’s really old and outdated so i made you a new one 🫶 i hope you like it

warnings- talk about insecurities, stress, food struggle mention, etc. nothing insanely graphic or triggering though

MASTERLIST

jungwon-

you looked up from your phone to see jungwon walking towards you. it was embarrassing enough to sit there in a hot apartment in a hoodie. the other members had their respective partners over for a game night and you felt insecure.

“y/nnnnn!!!” jungwon grabbed your hands and made you stand. you followed him into his room and watched as he closed the door behind you.

“are you feeling okay?” he put his hand on your head, “you feel warm baby let me get you a t shir-“

“no thank you…. i like my hoodie and your shirts are kinda thin.” you mumbled and sat down, “i don’t want to show any part of my body right now…” you mumbled thinking jungwon didn’t hear you. but he did. he sat next to you and grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it.

“it’s okay if you feel insecure right now, if you want to keep the hoodie on i will turn the air up. i’d never make you go out of your comfort zone. just know i love you and i think you’re the most attractive person ever.” he brushed some hair out of your face and smiled. you leaned into him and tried not to cry.

“i love you a lot jungwon…”

“i love you too y/n…”

heeseung-

heeseung burst in the room, “I MADE PIZZA Y/N! PLEASE DO NOT BE NAKED!” when he noted his surroundings he saw you in bed on your phone. heeseung frowned.

“didn’t you get my texts?”

you looked up, hair messy and blanket covering most of you, “no…?” your eyes were puffy and heeseungs heart broke a bit. he took off the apron and got under the covers with you.

“what’s up?” he spoke softly, grabbing your phone and setting it down.

“i don’t know… i’m just struggling a bit today…” you felt your eyes weld up with tears again and heeseung pulled you closer to him.

“i get it trust me…” he mumbled, “do you think you can eat?”

you shrugged, “i can try…”

heeseung nodded and scooped you up, “i’ll carry you.”

you nodded and leaned into him, your body was exhausted and drained for no reason and you felt awful heeseung had to take care of you like this. he set you down at the table and slid your plate over to you.

“i hope you like it… i worked hard on it…”

you looked up at heeseung to see him nervously eyeing the food, it was cute that he tried really hard to make you a nice dinner. the scene made you smile for the first time in a week.

jay-

jay stopped off at every store you liked to pick you up different snacks and easy meals. he got used to your episodes like this really quickly, they didn’t happen often but he took note everytime they did so he could be prepared. jay follows almost a step by step in his head. when he knocked he went to walk away knowing you need space but to his surprise you hugged him. you hugged him so tightly. it took jay a bit to process you hugging him.

“are you okay?”

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i don’t deserve you.” your hands held onto him tightly.

jay held you so softly, and got you both back inside. he held you until you calmed down.

“i love you a lot. and you do deserve me, just because life gets tough sometimes that doesn’t mean i’m going anywhere okay?”

jake-

jake is not an idiot. he knew you were bad at texting when you had episodes. so he was going to take matters into his own hands, and about 30 minutes later he was knocking at your door. you answered, rightfully pissed. but there jake was standing with a smile on his face shoving the lego box in your face.

“hi baby! look!”

you deadpanned at him, “do you not check your phone?”

“um not when my baby needs me.” he picked up the takeout he must’ve picked on the way here. he got past you and sat down at the kitchen table. it was really hard to stay angry at the world when jake sim was practically bouncing in his chair about this lego set.

“i got your favorite takeout and i’ll let you have the iron man lego figure.” jake looked up at you, he did not miss the way your lips slowly curve in a smile.

sunghoon-

sunghoon as he said was still new at being a boyfriend and so this raised all the red flags. you were acting different and to be honest on his way over to your house, his hands were sweating BADLY. he took a deep breath and rang your doorbell, you answered quickly and let him in.

“sooooo um……. y/n are you okay….?” sunghoon asked quietly.

no one had asked if you had been okay in a bit and so that question made you break down immediately.

“baby…” sunghoon walked over to you and pulled you in his arms. he rubbed your back softly.

“just let it out okay? i’m here i’m right here.”

you nodded and tried to breathe properly again, “i’m sorry for trying to push you away.”

“it’s okay baby i’m here anyways….”

you looked up at him, “if this was a boyfriend test you would’ve passed.”

sunoo-

you were sleeping after a really rough day. you had cried yourself asleep and had a headache prior to that. you had fallen asleep also watching the awards show.

“Y/N?!”

you jumped up at the sound of your boyfriends voice now in your apartment.

“huh?!”

sunoo ran over to you on the couch, “i thought you were like dead or something! baby you weren’t answering.” he frowned and looked at you all bundled up. you blinked slowly looking at him.

“i’m sorry i just had a rough day and fell asleep…” you mumbled, spaced out.

“oh.” sunoo frowned again and sat down next to you, “do you want water? or anything?” he held you closer to him.

“can you just hold me for a bit?” you asked quietly.

sunoo nodded and kissed your head, “anything for you.”

riki-

you were already in a sour mood towards people, it wasn’t anything anyone specific did it was just how you felt at this moment. obviously you felt bad after snapping at riki but you just waited until he showed up to apologize to him.

he arrived really quickly and set bags on your counter, “i know when you get into moods like this you don’t want takeout. so i picked up groceries and tea.” he looked at you, “do you want to talk about it? or are you going to sit there quietly while i do the work? it’s okay if it’s the second option i don’t mind.”

and it was true, riki didn’t mind taking care of you at all. in fact he liked that he was able to.

you studied his face and suddenly felt REALLY bad.

“i-i’m- i’m sorry for snapping at you…. i didn’t mean to and i know you- you really try to take care of me and i’m sorry.” you looked down and heard riki sigh before he pulled you softly in front of him and hugged you from behind.

“i know you didn’t mean to. and i know it’s really hard sometimes to do basic human things. i get it okay? just please talk to me about this stuff…”

you flipped around and hugged him properly, “thank you…”

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badass-queer-couples-battle · 7 months

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Don't you think it's funny cause actual canon gay characters in BL manga will say "I love you" but only the shounen bromance can spew out some of the most romantic shit akin to a 19th century poet writing a letter expressing his surpressed love for his lover 😭.....

Genuniely can't tell if it's bait or not, but I'm going to treat this ask seriously anyway.

Here, have some examples of beautiful and poetic expressions of love in BL media!

I'm going to start with my favourite murder husbands, Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu from Word of Honor/Faraway Wanderers!

This happens in episode nine, less than one third into the story- it's that early, they've known each other for like a week and are already able to tell they're meant to be. They've made their decision to be together, and over the course of the story:

They defend each other multiple times and fight side by side in multiple episodes, sometimes protecting their adopted kid/mentee Chengling as well

Zhou Zishu is willing to go against the whole martial arts society for his boyfriend. With zero hesistation, might I add.

They both know the other has done horrible things (lots of murder on both sides here) and that's not only okay, it's a big part of why they're soulmates and get each other so well!

Zhou Zishu is slowly dying (poisoned nails in his chest, long story) and Wen Kexing can and will risk his life to save him. Don't worry, they get a happy ending both in the show and the novel even if the show's last episode is behind a paywall and Netflix didn't even include it for some reason?

But enough about them, let's move on to the immortal fantasy genre boyfriends Hua Cheng and Xie Lian from Heaven Official's Blessing!

Please note how Hua Cheng is ready to accept Xie Lian in whatever state he's currently in- as a god, a fallen outcast, even grieving and angry and at his absolute lowest. He's stood by Xie Lian in his worst moments, even if at the time Xie Lian had no idea it was him.

Hua Cheng has loved Xie Lian for 800 years, ever since he was a boy Xie Lian saved from falling to his death during a procession.

Xie Lian became a god, then fell due to horrible circumstances, almost committed a war crime against another nation that destroyed his country, spend 800 years wandering the mortal realm as a poor cultivator with his powers greatly reduced, and eventually ascended to become a god again. Throughout it all, Hua Cheng loved him and did his best to help him and then find him.

They're both adorable and the definition of a power couple once they're reunited- no spoilers, but they eventually fight an incredibly powerful god side by side and win & the last scene in the story is them reuniting for good since there's no more obstacles to their immortal love.

Let's move on to my favourite Japanese BL, Our Dining Table (also available as a series that came out semi-recently, but the examples below are from the manga.)

Yutaka is a lonely salesman who meets Minoru, a restaurant worker and his much younger brother Tane grieving the death of their mother.

Yutaka and Minoru hit it off by bonding through food they cook and share. The series is incredibly heartwarming, and as seen above Yutaka becomes a much happier person thanks to both his new relationship and big brother-like bond with little Tane.

As a little bonus, the whole found family together!

This post can't be complete without Golden Stage (or Golden Terrace, as the English official translation calls it).

Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan aren't even in love at this point! This is at the beginning of the story, when their marriage has just been arranged by the emperor and they're still bitter rivals.

Yan Xiaohan is already protective of his future husband- later on, he also builds him a mansion meant to accommodate his disability (nerve damage in both legs, which requires a wheelchair and/or crutches). They're both incredibly powerful military generals, and the emperor was an idiot thinking an arranged marriage would humiliate them.

Of course they fall in love, of course they're a power couple, of course they send each other letters through trained geese when they're separated during the war, of course they run to each other as fast as they can across a wide cold river when they're finally reunited! Of course they're important to me!

....Aaand how about some Wangxian to wrap up this post? They need no introduction, an absolutely wonderful and complex relationship in a complex fantasy/intrigue story available in several forms - the books, the animated series (as seen above), the live action series, the audio drama, there's so much!

Some of their most beautiful moments:

Lan Wangji writing a song for Wei Wuxian and naming it Wangxian. Years after it's composed, Wei Wuxian plays it and LWJ is able to recognise him even in a different body.

LWJ begs WWX to come with him to Cloud Recesses, to safety, after WWX makes himself an enemy of the whole cultivation world for protecting innocent people.

They confront the final villain together, and work together to expose his crimes. This is also when their final love confession happens, and it's hilarious- in front of everyone's salad, WWX declares he also wanted to sleep with LWJ.

Despite censorship, the animated series was still able to allude to their wedding, showing them in red wedding robes (unfortunately can't find a gif rn)

Respectfully, if you genuinely think BL doesn't have beautiful love confessions and displays of romance, you need to find better BL.

#bqcb asks #mdzs #golden stage #golden terrace #word of honor #woh #bokura no shokutaku #our dining table #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #wangxian #hualian

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enassbraid · 9 months

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CONGRATS ON 800 FOLLOWER‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

For your event could I request Nagi with #4💋

Ahh ty! Yes you may :> this prompt feels very nagi like

Prompt 4 | “Are you going to keep looking at me like that or are you actually going to kiss me?”

No cw’s, pure fluff, some references from episode nagi if that counts idfk wc - 525

800 follower event!

Nagi wasn't used to having someone gush over his 'cute' looks, not in the slightest. In fact, he was used to quite the opposite.

Most of his peers thought he looked sloppy and unkempt, and they weren't afraid to put those thoughts into words around him. Of course, Nagi being himself, didn't care in the slightest. 'Being insecure would be a bother.' Is what he thought to himself every time he overheard a comment on the meaner side.

Unlike most others, all comments regarding his appearance only made him care less and less. No matter how he presented himself, someone was bound to say something. So why bother trying when it won't do him any good?

Perhaps his lack of care and understanding towards his appearance is the reason he looks at you with widened eyes, as you babble about how adorable he looks.

Your hands are cupping his cheeks as you kneel in front of him on your shared bed, slightly squishing them between your thumbs and index fingers. It was childish, but you couldn't help it. His lax expression only fueled your enthusiasm.

"I swear Seishiro- there's no one cuter than you~" You cooed with a sweet, wide smile. Honestly, you could sit there all day studying your boyfriend's face without getting bored.

"You're gonna make my cheeks sore if you keep doing that..." His lazy voice came out quieter than intended, but his words were loud and clear to your ears. "'m sorry! I got carried away there, my bad." You pulled your hands away from his face, moving one to scratch the back of your head awkwardly.

Of course, that didn't stop you from looking at Nagi. How could you? His pale skin mixed with his snowy hair drew you in, like some kind of hypnosis. And after examining his face for so long, you could tell his expression changed immediately. From a lax look, to a pouty one.

It wasn't like Nagi was avoiding eye contact either, oh no. He was looking right back at you with those same bored eyes. Only now, they had a new light in them. 'Just what is he thinking?'

"Are you gonna keep looking at me like that...? Or are you going to kiss me now?"

His words caught you off guard. But instead of moving back, you moved forward, slowly leaning in to meet his awaiting lips. You didn't hesitate or question your actions for even a second, only giving in to Nagi's needs. That was the way he had you wrapped around his finger.

Your lips met his, one pair moving lazily against the other. Yet despite how lazy his kiss was, it felt just as passionate and genuine.

Pulling away, you were once again met with the same face you've always been enamored with.

"For someone so lazy, you sure do love kissing." You giggled, watching as Nagi's mouth makes an 'x'.

"'s different. It's not a hassle, I like kisses." His attempt at explaining his thinking was met with a quick peck to the lips, that ended as soon as it started.

"Like those ones?"

"No, let me show you."

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #nagi seishiro #nagi #seishiro nagi #nagi x reader #nagi x you #seishiro nagi x reader #seishiro nagi x you #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro x reader #dor writes #dor events

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revel-inbluehues · 5 months

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Oh my goodness gracious, I am several different types of broken rn. I just watched episode 7, and I NEED TO RANT AND I'M PROBABLY GOING TO LEAK A SPOILER OR TWO.

Okay, firstly, the first half was hilarious, just FX and MQ being absolute comedic gold. I completely forgot that FX was afraid of women since I read the novels a long time ago, but it was hilarious. He looked so disgusted. Them getting in funny situation is good as it is, but the animators did a fantastic job at the facial expressions of FX, MQ and the background heavenly officials who were hearing all of this play out. I laughed at it all, and poor SQX being embarrassed, tired, and exasperated at the dice shenanigans that he had to deal with earlier.

But, funny as it was, the second part was my favourite bit.

I literally froze when I saw Fang Xin. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Knowing what that blade had done, the history it has made it so much more impactful since this is the first time since this is the first time XL is seeing it in 600 years or so while this is the first time HC is seeing it in around 800 years if I remember it correctly. It is such a metaphorically heavy blade, and seeing its design and animation is so very beautiful.

Meanwhile, LQQ commented on how different XL seemed, and XL responded on how this is how he always was, just that LQQ never knew it. Even still, XL felt like a teacher to LQQ, so I feel like no matter how separate XL tried to be, he did very much care for LQQ as I'm sure the next episode will show.

But I think the major part that got me was LQQ's speech about not becoming full of resentment or like XL, which is one hell of a gut punch. Once again, bravo to the animators for that little cut to XL's eyes widening. I always knew LQQ was a parallel to XL, and it is most clearest here. In that moment, XL knew that he was LQQ's White No Face, and that, in LQQ's perspective, where he started the worst moments of his life in a twisted attempt to make LQQ just as resentful as him. It was a fantastic comparison and a terrible irony to XL, something he clearly acknowledged as he laughed and tried so hard not to cry. XL's comparison to the White No Face is something that will probably hurt every time, since to XL, only he and JW know about it, and he's unable to share the burden of what happened, which probably just hurts even more. The parallel between LQQ's words to XL and XL's words to White No-Face is so painful, especially to XL, who thinks that it's his burden to bare, and it probably hurts more when you consider that he literally just got Fang Xin back.

And throughout all of this, the one other person who knew all of this, and wanted to share the burden was standing right next to him, looking hurt and about to cry as he watch his most loved hurt. HC knew the significance of it all, and it was a stark reminder of all the times he failed to protect the one he loved the most, and since this right after he accidently hurt XL as well, this must be painful for him too. There is so much foreshadowing for all the donghua-watchers only and so much tragedy underlining this scene.

The part where XL hesitated to hold Fangxin, when you know everything, hurts so much. It caused him so much trauma, wielding it would have just been such a painful reminder.

Let me move onto fangirling before I cry.

Firstly, I was waiting for the daruma doll bit for a while. He looks so cute and angry at the same time. It's adorable, and I laughed when LQQ side-eyed HC in the daruma form.

Secondly, why do HC and XL still look so HOT EVEN AS THE WEIRD CANDLE DEMONS, OMG???? HC with horns, blue skins, and black sclera is going to haunt me for DAYS, and XL looks so good with it as well. The candles on their heads look so funny though.

The next episode is for the Qi Rong simps, and I would like to remind everyone that Qi Rong, heathen that he is, is still physically hot, even if I have the visceral desire to punch him.

#heaven official's blessing #tgcf donghua #tgcf season 2 #tgcf #hua cheng #mxtx tgcf #tgcf spoilers #xie lian #san lang #lang qianqiu #mu qing #feng xin #fang xin #i love fang xin it is such a loaded blade #i love symbolic items they are such good storytellers

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andreal831 · 7 months

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Why does Celeste get so much hate?

My latest Celeste tiktok edit got me thinking about the different treatments of Elijah's love interests and Klaus' love interests. Specifically, Aurora and Celeste.

Because when you think about it, they are basically the same character. And yet, Aurora is treated with a lot more sympathy than Celeste.

Celeste was first introduced as a past love of Elijah. Elijah states that she was one of two great loves that he has ever had. We see that he was so consumed by this love that he, for the first time in 800 years, waivered from his family. This made Klaus angry and he had her brutally murdered.

Similarly, Aurora was Klaus' first love (yes, I know there is a debate on first or second love. I think she was his first). Klaus was so in love with her, that he wanted to bring her on the run with him and his family. However, when Aurora reveals that Klaus was responsible for his mother's death to Elijah, Elijah accidentally compels her to breakup with Klaus. He then proceeds to compel her to pretend to be Rebekah for 100 years.

To me, there are very similar stories. Except, at least Aurora isn't murdered. Because of this, they both turn to revenge against the Mikaelson family for the harm the Mikaelsons have committed against them. They even have similar runtimes on the show -- Celeste is on TO for 13 episodes and Aurora is on for 17 episodes.

Yet I've seen a lot more people support Aurora's hatred of Elijah and get angry at Celeste's revenge against Klaus. The most logical, and probably accurate, reason is that Klaus is the fan favorite and the show centers every storyline around him, reducing Elijah to a background character. Which reduces his love interests down to background characters. This is a big reason why people will "never forgive Elijah" but don't care that Klaus killed Celeste.

But the arguments against Celeste are often that "she was doing too much." While the same people will support Aurora because she is the female Klaus. Celeste essentially toyed with the Mikaelsons for the better part of half a year, but Aurora buried Rebekah at sea, murdered Camille, and tried to murder Elijah and Freya. If Aurora wasn't doing too much, I don't think it's fair to be angry at Celeste for trying to get her revenge.

I also see so many people saying 'if Elijah hadn't compelled Aurora, they would still be together,' but where is that logic with Celeste? I don't even think Celeste and Elijah get their own ship name when she was just as important to Elijah as Aurora was to Klaus.

Aurora typically makes lists of people's top favorite characters. She was so popular that they brought her back in Legacies. Celeste hardly got a mention once her character was killed, even though she was an ancestor on the Other Side and still could have played a role in the witches.

The TVDU has a habit of sidelining POC characters and it seems Celeste is just another woman of color who does not get enough credit. After all, her plotting is what set all of The Originals into motion.

(Celeste doesn't even come up when I search the tags)

#celeste dubois #aurora de martel #tvdu #the originals #tvd #the mikaelsons #the vampire diaries #elijah mikealson #klaus mikaelson

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insect-library · 3 months

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Little Angel ☆

chapter 1

little!Angel and cg!Husk

Notes: first time writing in like,,, 4ever?? Sooo be nice to me. <3 (taking constructive criticism)

Word count: around 800

A small yawn came from Angels room as he woke up. The combination of a headache and dizziness from a night full of drinking had kept him from staying fully awake. After a few times of refusing to wake up, he finally decided to rise from his plush bed to feed his pig, and get some food for the morning.

Angel had been in a loop all week. Hed be pretty great all day, talking to Husk, sometimes others. But when night came hed get sensitive, tired, and more uncomfortable with his usual activities. Hed brush it off as an episode or some side effect of a drug, but now hed actually started worrying about it. It seemed strange that this came after telling Husk about Val, and the comfortable night of talking with him that came after. He noticed that he became generally happier around Husk, talking with his hands more and going on about things he loved. This was very unusual for him and had worried him for the days following.

Angel finally snapped out of his thoughts when he saw exactly who hed been thinking about, Husker.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty" Husk scoffed

"Good morning asshole" Angel said, passing him to exit the hotel, a bit happier than he was previously.

There was that feeling again, hed noticed the need to flap his hands when he passed Husk. He felt happy as if hed won something, but he'd just greeted his friend. It made no sense to him, but he continued on with the day anyways.

After grabbing some food at a small cafe, he started his walk to the hotel. Noticing all the small details of the pride ring. The people, the billboards, all of it was so harsh and overwhelming. It made him feel scared. But why would he feel scared? He had been here for what felt like forever, why now had it started overwhelming him? He didnt know the answer to anything, but he knew he needed to get to the hotel and into his room as soon as he could.

Angel ran through the door with his food, and ran right past everyone downstairs without greeting anybody. The second he got to his room he slammed the door and jumped into bed, hugging his stuffed animals and hiding in blankets. After a short minute, he heard a knock and a voice at the door.

"Angel? Are you okay? What happened?"

It was Charlie. Who, dont get him wrong angel loves her to death, but she wasnt going to be any help.

"MMmn!"

It wasnt anything anyone could point out as a word, but the noise made it clear he didnt want her there. He heard her walk off. But heard more footsteps and eventually another knock at his door.

"Angel? What happened? Whyre you whinin' at Charlie?"

It was Husk, and Angel was even more embarrassed than with Charlie. Husk had been so nice and Angel felt guilt having him see him acting like a child, thought he couldnt exactly control it.

"I think i know whats going on, if youll let me in i could help ya" Husk spoke very softly, not letting anyone but Angel hear him.

Angel considered it, and decided that having Husk around while hes like this is better than being alone. He walked hunched over to the door and opened it, dragging Husk into the small room.

"Whats goin on'?!" Angel mumbled

"You told me about Val right? And how you had been more upset lately?"

"Uhnhuh.. why does that matter?" Angel was getting a little impatient.

"Well i was interested in what you talked about. I had looked at a few things and all your little 'quirks' and that shit sounds a bit like something i found" Husk answered

Angel was listening very intently, but slowly understanding a bit less of the bigger thoughts and only gathering a small amount of information from husk.

"Its called uhrm.. age.. regression?" Husk sounded it out, making sure to get the term right

"Its a way your brain uh.. keeps you sane basically."

Angel had heard about regression, but always took it as a voluntary thing. He never took it as something hed be helped by, especially not without knowing.

"Woah" Angel whispered

He was noticing things that lined up with what Husk said, and had started genuinely thinking about the term and how it applies to him.

Husk stayed the rest of the afternoon to look after Angel, and explain some more about agere to him. They had talked and played and sat around until pretty late, and Husk decided to go to bed.

"Okay, goodnight Angel. Im glad you learned some stuff today. Sleep well"

Angel smiled at Husk, waved goodnight, and went to bed happy, something he wasn't exactly familiar with.

#angel dust #sfw agere #husker #huskerdust #hazbin hotel #fanfic #writing #short stories #beginner writer #artist #age regressor #sfw fanfic

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Yet You’re Still Here | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of @solomons-finest-rum ‘s 800 followers celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: An unexpected visitor late at night has pulls (Y/N) into Tommy Shelby's world in a way she never imagined.

Warnings: language, smoking, sexual situation (PG-13 rated), weapons, violence (typical to series), minor character death, possessive behavior

Word Count: 3993

A/N: I really hope that I captured the essence of film noir correctly in this story — I’ve never seen one but did some research and tried my best to include some characteristics in the story. The prompt I chose was “what are your plans?” “for what?” “for the rest of your life.” ... I also used some dialogue and a plotline from an episode of Chicago PD that I felt would really tie in nice with Peaky. Also congrats again to @solomons-finest-rum for hitting 800 followers! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

"Are you sure, Tommy?" (Y/N) asked in a rush as she shut the door to his office. She'd just heeded to his request to join him, and from one look in his eye, she knew exactly what he wanted.

"Yes. No one's here," he answered her as he stood from his chair to meet her in the middle of the room. "No one's gonna come in either," he continued his assurances as his hands found her hips. He held her steady, his firm grip allowing him to bring her body even closer to his.

"But...what if..." her rebuttal was cut off by a kiss.

"You can either keep worryin' about someone coming in at one in the morning, or we can get to doin' what we both want to do," he told her, his one eyebrow quirked as a grin took over his features.

"Fuck, Tommy," she breathed, her statement sounding more like a moan of enjoyment rather than a groan of discontent. She didn't quite remember how she went from being one of the Shelby Company Ltd.'s secretaries to privately seeing her boss on the side, but she wasn't at all upset with the arrangement.

His grin only grew as he took her hand and brought her over to the other side of the room. "Desk or chair?" he asked her between the kisses he was littering onto her neck.

"Desk," she answered him, allowing him to promptly lift her up onto the piece of furniture. He slotted himself between her legs and pressed his lips to hers once more, their kisses becoming more heated with each second that passed. (Y/N) hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to her as her fingers carded through the longer locks that sat atop his head.

Tommy's hands moved from her waist down to her thighs, where he slowly started moving the fabric of her dress up to her hips. Once it was sitting pooled around her waist, he began to undo the buckle of his belt.

"Mr. Shelby! Help!" a frantic voice rang out from the other side of the office door, making the couple's actions come to a screeching halt.

"Fuck," Tommy breathed, disappointment stark in his tone as he stopped his actions and stepped away from the desk. (Y/N) couldn't help but let out a soft whine of displeasure as she watched him re-buckle his belt and straighten up his tie.

"Mr. Shelby!" the person outside called again. It was a voice that (Y/N) hadn’t heard before.

"What?!" Tommy yelled back, now becoming slightly annoyed that this person was pestering him during a time where he thought that they'd be alone.

"You need to get out here," they practically pleaded.

"I'm fucking coming," Tommy responded, letting out a huff before he started walking to the door. (Y/N) turned slightly on the desk and watched him leave. Before he was able to open the door, he turned back to look at her. "Come," he motioned for her to join him.

"Why?" she questioned, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I may need your help," he answered. She didn't question it, but instead got off the desk and made sure that her dress was straightened out once more.

She then quickly made her way over to the door to stand behind Tommy, who nodded to her before pulling his revolver out of the holster inside his jacket. He then turned the doorknob and opened the door. (Y/N) immediately gasped at the sight in front of them. There were two younger men standing in the reception area. They couldn't have been older than twenty. One was standing upright and the other had his arm wrapped around the first's shoulders. He looked to be beaten pretty badly, and he was clutching his side, where blood was staining his white shirt.

"I didn't know where else to take him. He's down bad," the man who was holding the other up spoke in a frantic manner.

"What the fuck happened?" Tommy asked as he re-holstered his revolver.

"I don't know, Mr. Shelby. He...he was like this when he came back to me," he stammered, "he needs help."

Tommy tipped his head back slightly as a sigh escaped his lips. He ran his hand over his face before he pursed his lips, obviously trying to think of what to do next. "Sit him in the chair," he then directed the man who was holding the other up, waving his hand to one of the chairs in the room.

He nodded, helping the other man limp over to the chair so that he could sit down. Once he was sitting, the injured man let out a groan of agony, his hand still clutching onto his side. "I've gotta go now. I...can't stay here," the man who had been helping then said, fear still clear in his eyes.

"Don't speak a word of this to anyone," Tommy told him, his eyes wide and intimidating.

"I won't, Mr. Shelby," the young man vigorously shook his head, the tone of his voice showing that he was speaking the truth.

"Good. Go," Tommy nodded to the door, and that was the cue for the other person to quickly exit the office area. "Fuck," he breathed then, dropping his head for a moment as he took a deep breath.

"I can call the police, Tommy," (Y/N) finally spoke up, the initial shock of it all starting to wear off, "maybe even get an ambulance here."

"No!" Tommy was quick to disagree with her, turning to her with a serious look on his face. "Don't call the police."

"Why not?" (Y/N) was confused. The person sitting in the chair obviously needed medical help.

"Because we cannot go to them with this," he insisted, staring at her for a few moments longer before he turned back to the injured man and began assessing the situation. He moved over to him and slowly lifted his shirt to show a deep gash on the right side of his abdomen. (Y/N) cringed at the sight, but Tommy stayed stoic, his eyes locked onto the younger man's. "We're gonna get you fixed up, yeah?" he assured him before turning to look at (Y/N) again. "Go into me office...get the first aid kit and a bottle of alcohol," he instructed her and with a quick nod, she hurried to get what he needed.

Seconds later, she was setting the items down on the desk next to where Tommy was kneeling. "I don't know if we should do this, Tommy..." she trailed off, her voice unsteady as she watched him lift the bloodied shirt up again, "medical personnel would know what to do."

"(Y/N)..." Tommy sighed as he reached over to open the kit and get some gauze out of it. He then grabbed the bottle of alcohol and dumped a copious amount into the material in his hands.

"I could call the cops. They'd find who did this to this boy," (Y/N) continued, slowly moving backwards to grab the phone from the receiver.

"Don't fuckin' touch that phone, (Y/N)!" Tommy yelled just as her fingers had gripped around the receiver.

"Tommy, why?" (Y/N) was confused, her heart now hurting for the man, who hadn't stopped groaning since the second he sat down.

"We can't call the cops because it was the cops who did this," he told her, the sense of grave honesty laced into his voice making her jaw drop. She blinked a few times, frozen in her spot as Tommy went back to pouring more alcohol onto the gauze. "This is gonna hurt like hell," he told the young man, his eyebrows raised as he then focused on the cut.

Without much warning, he placed the gauze onto the man's abdomen, making him scream out in agony. (Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut at the sound, unable to watch the scene in front of her. Tommy continued on with cleaning the cut, using a fair amount of alcohol to make sure that all of the excess blood had been wiped away.

"One more time," he announced before taking the bottle from the table and dumping some of the alcohol right onto the wound. "Finished," he said, setting the bottle back on the table before he nodded at the man, who at this point had a white-knuckle grip on the side of the table. "(Y/N)..." Tommy then called for the woman standing behind him. He got no response. "(Y/N)!" he tried again, louder this time as he turned to see her standing with her eyes clenched shut.

"What?" she snapped out of the state she was in, her eyes opening again to see that the cut had been cleaned out and Tommy was now standing next to the man, who was still slumped in the chair.

"I need you to sew him up," Tommy told her, motioning to the cut that still looked bad, even though it was less bloody. It wasn't one of those wounds where you slap a bandage on and continue with your life.

"What?" she repeated her previous response, though this time there was confusion laced into it.

"I need you to close up his cut," Tommy reiterated, "you surely know how to sew, yeah?" he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I do," (Y/N) nodded hesitantly.

"Good. There's a needle and some thread in the box. Close him up so that he doesn't bleed out," he told her what she needed to do.

She sent him a dumbfounded expression, still not wanting to fully accept what was being asked of her. "Tommy, I can't...I..."

"It doesn't need to be perfect...just needs to be closed," he cut her off as he reached into his jacket's pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes; desperately needing one at the moment. "I'll be in me office," he then told her, nodding his head to the closed door.

"You're not staying out here with me?" (Y/N) responded, now shocked by this new information.

"No. I have a phone call to make," his answer was definite, and nothing (Y/N) could say or do would change his mind.

"Ok," she nodded her head and swallowed again, trying to get rid of the feeling of a lump in her throat. Tommy nodded in response before he made his way back into his office. (Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at the injured man again. His groans of pain had quieted down, but it was obvious in the way that he was sitting that he was still hurting. "My name's (Y/N)..." she started, trying to put a smile on her face as she slowly moved over to the man, "what's yours?" she desperately tried to make conversation then as she grabbed the things she thought she'd need from the first aid kit.

"Paul," the man's voice was hoarse and weak.

"It's nice to meet you, Paul. I'm going to do everything I can to help you here," she assured him, a polite smile on her face as she got the needle and thread ready. "This will hurt, I won't lie," she prepared him for what was to come, but her words didn't matter as he began groaning in pain the second the needle pierced his skin. "You're ok, Paul, you're ok," she tried to console him as she gritted her teeth and continued on with trying to sew up his cut.

The further she went, the louder the groans got, and the more worried she became. She hated that she was causing him this pain, but on the other hand, she knew that she needed to do this. "Calm down, Paul...take a deep breath," she continued trying to console him, but to no avail, and by the time she had completely stitched up the gash, there were tears in her eyes.

"Is it fucking finished yet?" Paul asked through gritted teeth, his eyes closed tightly.

(Y/N) looped the needle one more time through, making the man groan in agony again, before she used the small scissors to cut the excess off. "It's finished," she told him in a whisper, using the back of her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"Thank you," he said after exhaling a deep breath.

(Y/N) only nodded, also taking a deep breath as she stood from the ground and brushed off the skirt of her dress. "I have to go tell Tommy," she said to the man, "I'll be right back." Surely he didn't care that she had to go, but she didn't want to leave him alone without him knowing.

She walked the few steps to get to Tommy's office and knocked softly on the door. She then opened it once she heard him call for her. He was sitting at his desk, smoking a cigarette when she turned from shutting the door behind her. "I'm finished," she told him, her voice timid.

"How is he?" Tommy asked, his eyebrows raised slightly as he then stood from his desk.

"I'm not a nurse, Tommy," (Y/N) answered him, a bit of anger at the fact that he left her to sew the man up seeping through her words unintentionally, "I've never been a nurse, so I don't know how he is," she continued, the anger prevailing until she finally met his eyes. Once they were locked, she broke. Trying to stay strong though, she choked back a sob and shook her head, "it's bad, Tommy," she said then, her voice turning soft once more.

Tommy recognized this shift though. He stamped out his cigarette in the ashtray on the desk before he walked over to where she was standing. "Hey... he trailed off, his voice now soft, a stark contrast from what it was earlier. (Y/N) glanced up at him after hearing his voice, and he was able to see the tears welling up in her eyes. He let out a sigh and stepped forward, taking her body into his arms. "You did good," he told her, his hand gently rubbing her back.

(Y/N) wanted to let her walls down and just cry all of the pent up emotions out into his shirt, but she couldn't. Some of her was still processing what had happened and what she had to do. Because of that, she wanted to get as far away from the shop on Watery Lane as she could for the night. So she bit her lip and tried as hard as she could to hold the tears in before she took a step out of his embrace. "I have to go home," she told him, then taking another breath to keep herself steady.

Tommy nodded before he spoke. "Ok, you can," he agreed with her decision.

"Thank you," she smiled slightly at him. It felt weird thanking him, but despite the initial reason for her being there so late, he was her employer and she felt the need to.

"I've called someone to help get the boy home," he told her then, "maybe they can also take you to your place," he continued with a suggestion.

(Y/N) shook her head at it, "no, I'll be fine on my own. Thank you though,"

Tommy nodded in response before adding a quick 'ok'.

The two stood in silence for a few moments then before (Y/N) took a deep breath and pulled herself from the haze that she was quickly falling into. "I'll go now," she awkwardly stated, motioning to the door. Tommy nodded again, and (Y/N) finally made a move, turning to walk the few steps back to the door of his small office. "Goodnight, Tommy," she turned once more to send a soft smile in his direction.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he returned her farewell, rubbing the back of his head as he watched her exit the room. Once the door was shut, he exhaled a long sigh.

This wasn't how he wanted his night to go. What he thought would be a pleasurable rendezvous with the woman he couldn't seem to get enough of turned into another headache of his thanks to what seemed to be a plan gone wrong. He now needed to talk to Paul and see what happened, as well as loop his brothers in so that they could go and clean up the mess that was most likely made.

The second (Y/N) stepped out of the betting shop, her shaky hands were digging in her purse for a cigarette. As soon as she found them, she brought one to her lips and struck it with a match. A sigh of content was exhaled along with the smoke of the first drag. Sure her mind was still racing, but the nicotine that would be coursing through her system shortly would help to calm her down.

The next morning, (Y/N) took a deep breath before entering the betting shop on Watery Lane. She was relieved when she found no one else in the small reception room when she entered it, and she immediately went to her desk and began working.

It only took a few minutes for her to be so deeply consumed by the files that she was organizing that she didn't even notice Tommy entering the area.

"Good morning, (Y/N)," he greeted as he approached her desk, his voice finally pulling her out of her work, "you're here awfully early."

"Wanted to get an early start," she shrugged her shoulders as she looked up at him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, pursing his lips as he nodded his head, "good," he agreed with her, breaking their eye contact for a moment as he looked around the room. He then nodded again before taking a step to his office.

(Y/N) stopped him before he could get too far, "Tommy wait," she called for him.

"Yes?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised as he turned to face her once more, an unlit cigarette now perched between his lips.

"I, uh..." she trailed off, the breath getting caught in her throat for a moment, "I wanted to say sorry...for last night," she continued, her voice lowered as she said the final three words.

"Sorry?" Tommy sounded confused, his brows furrowed now.

"Yes. I'm sorry for stressing you out...for adding more into the situation than there needed to be because of how I reacted to it," she explained herself better.

Tommy blinked a few times, his brows still furrowed as he tried to digest her words and make sense of them. He took a breath before speaking again: "you know what I do."

(Y/N) was slightly confused by his statement, and a bit of an uneasy laugh escaped her lips before she nodded gently. "I mean I'm not an idiot," she responded. She knew what he was getting at, and although she wasn't closely invested into the business that he ran, she knew about the things that the Shelby family had their hands in.

Tommy was still stone-faced, his intent eyes boring into her. "No, you're not," he agreed with her, "you know what I do..." he then repeated himself, his eyes still focused on her. (Y/N) felt the anticipation rising in her as she hung onto his words, waiting to see what he'd say next. "Yet you're still here," he pointed out after a few silent moments, "and you're sorry," he added, turning his head slightly to add to his curious nature.

(Y/N) felt the desire to shrink under his gaze. She'd never been on the receiving end of this particular side of Tommy, and now she knew how he managed to make everything work in his favor. "I...I am," she said, her voice coming out in a whisper as she felt the need to agree with him.

Tommy only nodded slightly at her words. His lips pursed for a moment before he finally dropped his gaze and continued on to his office. (Y/N) let the breath of air she was holding leave her lungs once his door was shut. Her mind was now dizzy from the intense encounter. It was obvious that there were still words left unsaid between them. But for now, she had to get back to her work.

Some time later, the man from last night came into the reception area where (Y/N) was working. She looked up upon hearing footsteps, and a slight smile formed on her face when she recognized who it was. “Hi, Paul. How are you feeling now?” she asked him.

“I’m doing better than I was. Is, uh...is Mr. Shelby in by chance?” he asked her. (Y/N) didn’t miss the hesitance in his voice and the stiffness in how he was standing. There seemed to be something either bothering or worrying him.

“Yes, he is,” she answered him, deciding not to comment on her observations as she stood from her desk to knock on Tommy’s door. He then asked who it was, and she told him the reason behind her knocking, to which he promptly told her to send the man in. “He’ll see you now,” she told Paul, sending him one last smile before he entered the office and shut the door.

Getting back to work, (Y/N) paid no mind to Tommy’s raised voice. She learned rather quickly that he often spoke in that manner to get his point across to whomever he was talking to. She didn’t really have much time to wonder why he’d be speaking in this manner to Paul, because only several minutes after the young man entered the room, a gunshot rang out. The loudness of it made (Y/N) jump in her seat and quickly look in the direction of the door. She immediately started wondering if she’d actually heard that, as no one else in the building seemed to be reacting to it.

But then the office door opened and Tommy stepped out from behind it. His jacket had now been discarded, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. A lit cigarette was dangling from his lips as he shut the door behind him and took a step into the room (Y/N) was occupying. “I’m going to need you to put a call to the Garrison...tell Isiah to come over and get rid of the body,” he told her nonchalantly, like he was explaining a monotonous task to her.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe what he said. “The body?” she questioned him with shock laced into her voice.

“Can’t have my men going and giving information to specials,” Tommy answered her, taking a drag from his cigarette after he spoke.

(Y/N) swallowed thickly as she nodded and grabbed the phone’s receiver from her desk. She then went about calling the tavern and asking for the person Tommy had wanted. “He’s on his way, Mr. Shelby,” she told him, the formality slipping out before she could stop it.

Tommy noticed it, his eyebrow raising slightly before he nodded his head and began to walk to the archway to the main betting floor. Before he was able to leave the room he stopped and turned to look at (Y/N) once more. “What are your plans, (Y/N)?” he asked, a hint of curiosity behind his voice.

“For what?” she was confused by his sudden question.

“For the rest of your life,” he answered her question, taking another drag before he continued, “you’re mine now, love.”

(Y/N) didn’t respond to him, she didn’t know what to say, and he turned and continued walking out of the room. Her eyes widened slightly as his words sunk in. Maybe this life would be worse than the one she was running from.

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TGCF donghua Season 2, Episode 8 thoughts

I couldn't even open the episode without screaming today for Reasons TM so yes I'm screaming some more. Very good ep. Spoilers for the show and the book below.

Hua Cheng being like, "Oh, you like it when I just rush in, gege >:3" -flirty-

Just kills me. Xie Lian so tickled pink by it, too. They're so in love.

Aww poor Guzi. He's so scared T-T I do appreciate that they made Guzi's father (and Guzi) wear brighter green roflmao So you know, "yeah that's him." (I mean they also keep focusing on him shots in case you missed "The only character in that bright a green" and "also he has a kid with him"). He's not bad looking. I assume Qi Rong is gonna modify how he looks somehow.

Another outfit change for Xie Lian. He's so cute! I love the idea that Hua Cheng just buys him clothes to wear and Xie Lian is like, "If it makes San Lang happy :D", and it's just this never-ending round of comfortable, pretty clothes that make him look nice. Not like his rough cultivator's garb (at least according to younger Xie Lian, it is very rough on his skin).

Hua Cheng's face when Xie Lian touches him aldkjaldaj Just like OMG GEGE TOUCHED ME HE TOUCHED ME (it's like that Spongebob Squarepants meme with brain Spongebobs running around screaming while his brain is on fire). Aww he's so happy Xie Lian touched him, admiring his hand. It's so cute.

This is "I'm never washing this hand again" behavior.

(Why did that one guy who bumped into the dead person clothes lick his hand when he didn't know what he touched aldkjalda I just alkdjalj why alkdjalj)

Guzi's father is actually comforting him a little (usually he walks with his bound hands ahead of him, but in one shot he's got his hands resting on Guzi's head in what seems to be a comforting gesture)! That's sweet. And then he's maybe covering Guzi's eyes from the dead body ceiling? (Or maybe grabbing onto something in fear, I don't know). Dude may not be a great father but he's doing a little I suppose.

Hua Cheng burning the bodies cause it makes Xie Lian uncomfortable :3 Love he. (Also Xie Lian worrying about Mu Qing :3 And being grateful to Hua Cheng :3).

Xie Lian just... placing all the Trauma to the side cause he can't deal with it right now, it's In The Past TM. As he does. It's just how he's lived for 800 years. You know. (exqueeze me while I cry some more over this man)

THERE HE IS!!! THE TERRIBLE MAN alkdjaldkaj My beloved Qi Rong adlkjalj You're so awful, I love you.

I love all the little details of Qi Rong's design. Just all the bangles, the way he kind of looks like a mobster showing off, and his slightly unkempt hair. And he has green claws! Here's the full official poster of him if you'd like, though I think it's more fun to see him in the show. I still love his shoes, and his single glove with the cut off thumb is nice. Also you can't tell from the poster, but his long hair is braided and goes past his waist.

There's also like... something strangely cute about his interactions with his minions. They're all so protective of him. (Well, until they run away in fear of Hua Cheng roflmao)

Hehe Pei Xiu returns. He's not going to be bothered.

Xie Lian like, "haha yeah exile is very idle" alkdjaldkaj WE'RE SHELVING THE TRAUMA YEP

roflmao you can't tell in the subtitles, but if you listen to the voices, you can tell they're censoring what Qi Rong is saying about the heavenly officials XD (like you can hear the censor buzz sound to cut off what he's saying in Chinese lol) That is hilarious. I love that so much.

I don't think they needed to spend so much time with reused animation from previous episodes. I think a briefer flashback of Xuan Ji would have been better. But well... whatever. I know part of my impatience is that it's been so many years and we only get so many episodes and it's gonna be who knows how many years before we get the next season lol Like it's not a bad thing in terms of narrative (if I think still overly drawn out), I'm just like "yes, yes, I get it, now go back to new stuff".

Guzi's father begs them to spare Guzi T-T He's not all terrible. Just a bit terrible.

I love that Hua Cheng catches the statue and gently places it on the ground. Even if he hates the statue and what it represents, he won't destroy an image of his gege, or treat it poorly.

I do appreciate Xie Lian's instinct to protect The Child TM, but like roflmao Xie Lian, his father is still human and like getting his body broken. You could also idk... save him...? Too...?

Just want to appreciate the animation here. Something about Qi Rong holding Hua Cheng's arm (and Hua Cheng holding his head). It's really nice.

The fight scene was really good! A bit slow, but I get it's the dramatic reveal of the "Xie Lian" clone with lipstick and green eyes! Is he a body snatcher? Is he a clone of Xie Lian?? Tune in next week to find out!!

The subs were mostly fine this episode. I'm still confused why they shorten "Immortal" to "Immor" but they did that on something else, so I guess they're at least consistent about the weirdness and the maybe edited machine translation.

Overall, very good ep. The chibis were cute! Angry Hua Cheng being magical and powerful was fun! My favorite terrible man is finally on the scene, can't wait to see how much more awful he is next episode! Hua Cheng's comeuppance with this will I guess be delayed until then lol I thought it'd be this week. But that's fine!

Other episode thoughts for season 2 (didn't start till episode 3):

S02E03

S02E04

S02E05

S02E06

S02E07

S02E08 (you are here)

S02E09

S02E10

S02E11

S02E12

#Heaven Official's Blessing #HOB #TGCF #Hua Cheng #Xie Lian #Hualian #Hua Cheng/Xie Lian #Hua Cheng x Xie Lian #spoilers #good fucking food #Qi Rong #Guzi #fallfthoughts

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illuminated-in-darkness · 1 year

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Black Sails Musical Parallels Project

So in January of 2022 I was re-bingeing for my Black Sails anniversary, and I started having several moments where I recognized the music and remembered other scenes where it had played, often making each moment all the more poignant for the other moments it referenced.

And I thought hey, next time I rewatch I should track the musical themes! I was thinking it would be a fairly easy thing to just make a quick note of familiar music while watching, and might lead to some interesting parallels, since the show is so intentional about so many things, which I imagined extended to the music as well because, well, Bear McCreary.

Cut to a year-long project where I ended up tracking what definitely weren't just "themes", but all the musical moments in each episode in order to then find the matches for the bits that sounded familiar and that I could swear were heard somewhere else in the show. (and @amy-oswin-lovegood continually making fun of me and my magic pie bush, which I staunchly defended seeing as I did continue to find pies in the bush)

Because I'm autistic this further led to a notebook full of scribbled notes made while watching the episodes, a massive spreadsheet to dump those notes and start tracking repetitions, and over 800 files of music clips.

Then Obsidian to organize all the findings; namely, having each of the musical moments that were repeated at some point in the show, with all the instances where that music plays and a desciption of what's happening in the scene, attaching the corresponding music clips, and starting to name the musical parallels based on the patterns woven through when and how they appear.

And while I was screaming about my findings to my friends all throughout the process, at some point I realized I wanted to make gifsets to highlight the musical parallels and the way they increase how this show loves to destroy us.

And since I haven't figured out a good way of actually sharing the findings as I currently have them organized in Obsidian, this is a way to at least partly share the pain and excitement of the music in Black Sails.

So anyway here we are!

I've made gifsets for some of the first parallels, which I'll publish over the next few days, but this is definitely an ongoing project and so gifsets might be slow in coming thereafter.

I'll be tagging everything as #black sails musical parallels, but will also link to the tag on my blog for anyone who wants to see in chronological order Also if anyone wants to scream about musical parallels I'd love to chat!

#black sails musical parallels #sabsmade #mine #black sails #bear mccreary

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Re: Em Friedman, I personally always got the impression that they're just a big fan is Aabria cuz I think Aabria was one of their first guests(?) in their TTRPG class

And that's why to me all the coverage about Acofaf, WBN and now Burrows End reads with kind of a biased perspective

Like, I love WBN but as you said, it's not really doing anything innovative per se, and the whole coverage and hype about the Bear episode in Burrows End really made it anti-climactic when the episode aired

Idk, maybe I'm wrong, but a lot of the Actual Play coverage from Polygon (not just Em) seems kind of like D20 and WBN circlejerk while they're more than happy to throw CR under the bus

Oh interesting. Like, I do get that Actual Play is not a particularly massive community and I could see how someone who interviews players regularly might end up becoming close to them and generally that maintaining distance and journalistic integrity is uniquely difficult, but also like. Here's the thing. I know Critical Role is The 800 lb Gorilla in the actual play space; no one else is selling out Wembley Arena. I don't mind if they're not getting the same boosts from publications, because they don't really need it and people love an underdog and all that. It's still not great, that this bias exists, but Critical Role is much harder to keep up with because it is at this point 8 years of content to fully know what's going on in Campaign 3, whereas you could have someone binge watch ACOFAF in a long weekend.

What gets me is that it's not just fawning and biased. It's ignorant of the actual play genre and claiming things that are flat out untrue. "Critical Role isn't as good as Dimension 20" is an opinion. I don't agree with it but it's a valid position for someone to have, and even journalists are entitled to preferences. But like, again: TAZ Balance started at level 1, with the party obtaining a legendary and dangerous artifact at a low level, and it started in late 2014. NADDPod campaign 1 also started at level 1 and ran up to level 20, and it began in early 2018.

Longform D&D/Pathfinder are also not new. Both of the examples above ran over 60 episodes; NADDPod's first campaign was an even 100. Rusty Quill Gaming ran an impressive 218 over 8 years, though they tended to stick to about an hour long per episodes so it's closer to NADDPod in actual hours of gameplay. Obviously Critical Role, while unedited and not a podcast primarily, has had 100+ episode campaigns. All of these were also set in homebrew worlds, though TAZ was extremely loosely based on Forgotten Realms to start, and RQG was essentially a divergent history of our world. So what, precisely, other than the Children's Adventure, makes WBN different? Like...I know fandoms struggle to understand this but it does not do anyone a single fucking favor to act like well-executed but traditional formats (or solid but par for the course work) is radical and innovative genius! It doesn't make me say "wow, WBN is clearly groundbreaking." It makes me go "wow, Polygon's coverage is written by a fucking idiot who's unfamiliar with the landscape of actual play."

What gets me about the bear episode is that it was also, in my opinion, very well-executed and an interesting battle, but it was not like, any different from another battle map except that the production team did a really good job making it slightly gorier than the norm. That's it. And as for the twist...look, again, I'm reserving final judgment, but I keep thinking about this (regrettably it is from Orson Scott Card, who is both a homophobic asshole, and also wrote "How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy" which was my introduction to Octavia Butler and genuinely informs my understanding of the genre to this day):

"If you are using a known foreign language, by the way, take the time and effort to get it right. Among your readers there will always be someone who speaks that language like a native. If you get it wrong, those readers lose faith in you - and rightly so. Wherever you can be truthful, you should be truthful; if your readers can see that you're acting by that credo, they'll trust you, and you'll deserve their trust. But if they catch you faking it, and doing it so carelessly that you can easily be caught, they'll figure that if the story wasn't worth much effort to you, it shouldn't be worth much to them, either. They may still like the story, but you have blunted the edge of their passion."

This is both what I'm worried might end up being true re: Burrow's End (except instead of a foreign language I speak like a native, it's How Radiation Works) but it's also true in that like...all of those longform campaigns? I've watched or listened to them in full. Acting like it's innovation to...do a thing that's been done by so many other prominent actual plays is not even reading to me as bias. It's reading to me as a combination of wildly misplaced priorities (genuinely I think between this and the ask meme I'm like "hmmm have we considered that we're asking a huge amount from a niche medium and acting like it is the responsibility of a bunch of actors with dice to constantly reinvent the artform in which they work and dismantle the kyriarchy and prevent us from getting into arguments with our friends, instead of, as WBN's own page says, play games to make stories out of sound?") and also just. Ignorance. This is a person who is talking about something they genuinely don't know about. Why should I listen? I mean the bias doesn't help, but really it's the ignorance that kills it.

#answered #Anonymous #long post

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tunabesimpin · 11 months

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Hey Tuna! <3 Congrats on the 800+ followers, you are a wonderfully sweet, and fun person who deserves all the love! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° I adore seeing your art and had so much fun participating in your last event! I wish you nothing but success and good things come your way! I made a post here with all the info you should need about Yume! But I'll add a summary here:

Yume's plus one is Idia! He didn't want to go and so they told him it was okay and he didn't have to, they could both do something else. But once Idia saw that Yume was giving up a fun experience to cater to him, he reluctantly goes because unfortunately, he is in love.

Yume’s favorite things to do in the summertime are splashing around, building sand castles, of course and getting ice cream to cope with the hot weather! They would definitely want a crack at the splash contest! But in their free time, they’d hang out with friends, eat good food, and collect shells and help Idia make sand castles! And keep Grim out of trouble!

Idia tries to peacefully stay in his shut-in area, playing hand held games in his easy fold-up beach tent, but somehow gets dragged out into the fun!

(oh and my fav color is purple! ^v^) I'll DM you the outfit refs! If you need it <3

--- It took everything in Idia to work up the courage to go the beach along Yume. Sunburns were bound to happen, sand stuck in shoes, too sunny to see his screens, the amount of people crowding around the party; There was just so many things to go wrong. But the smile on Yume's face when they arrived gave him a bit more reassurance.

Idia was determined to stay on the beach, letting Tuna drag Yume off for some splashing around. He stayed in his thoughts most of the time, wondering if it'd be better to join or leave. It wasn't long before the grey haired weirdo snuck up on him. "Idia!" Tuna exclaimed, somehow already sitting next to him "Come on~ don't you want to go play with Yume? They're dying to get some 'Idia time'." Idia scowled "Quit making things up."

Were they waiting for him? Should he join in the water with them? There's not many people where Yume's at... maybe it would be ok just to walk around together in the shallow area. While lost in his thoughts, Tuna was already taking action. Only coming back to reality as the catfish murmured "I'm taking your silence as a yes! Excuse me then!"

Lifting him off the bench, Tuna began to drag Idia into the water towards Yume. The shock of the situation left him paralyzed until they were at the shore. "WAIT- TIME OUT! I NEVER AGREED TO THIS!!!" Tuna ignored his pleas as they saw Yume run over. Tuna yelled "Look who i got for ya!"

Yume was both concerned and cracking up. Seeing their tall gamer boy lifted like a dog was too endearing. Yume held back their chuckle "Tunaaaa! Don't tease him so much!" Tuna gently placed Idia down with a huff "Fineee~ But just so you know this guy was the one mumbling about wanting walk along the shore with you."

Erupting pink, Idia stuttered his heart out, but Yume was quick to take his hand "Sorry about Tuna, but I'll take you up on your offer... if you would like to walk together still?" There was no question that he wanted to as he firmed his grip on Yumes hand "Lets do it then..." ---

BULLYING IDIA TIME LMAOOOO- I feel a bit bad cause i think Idia would shit bricks being lifted LOL but It was too funny not to HDWADVJWA Anyways we live for Yume Idia content <3 Let them have their beach anime episode !!! THANK YOU FOR COMING TO THE PARTY !!!!

#tuna be talkin #comingyourlugubriousness #tunasseasidesq #event request #twst fanevent #twst #twisted wonderland #twst idia #idia shroud #twst oc #twst tuna #yume ume

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nightcrisis · 1 month

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I feel the need to share that I finally reached WCI in One Piece!

I've been dying to get to this arc (like any other sanji girl, tbh) since I first heard about it, and I am so excited 🥹🥹

Getting to the 700-800 episodes of op feels like an achievement since I'm the kind of girl who takes a year to finish a 12-episode seasonal anime (like I'm a jjk fan but I've been stuck in ep 6 of the 2 season for like 4 months) .

When I started one piece like 2 years ago (I think?), I swore I was gonna die before I even covered half the show. But OMG, watching it has been a life changer, and I feel that I am no longer the same person I was before op.

All of this just as a public reminder to myself that apparently I can do anything if I hyperfixate on it enough.

Thank you, Luffy. You really made me believe that life is an adventure :)

#one piece #black leg sanji #whole cake island #monkey d. luffy #spoiler!: So far pudding is kinda sus #I have been spoiled about a lot of what happens in the arc but I am trying to enjoy it anyway #please no more spoilers!#if there is anything i dont know yet i would like to be surprised thank you very much

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neverluckygoldfish · 2 months

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The past two months have felt like a blur, stuck in a vicious cycle of relapse, recovery, relapse, recovery, and so on.

It’s been really fucking tough. I’ve felt like a zombie. Sometimes it feels like this is all life is, a weary merry-go-round until we die.

But after falling down 800 times and still getting back up on that 801st try - I’m in a much better place.

And I’m not beating myself up about it. Shit happens, we fall down. Sometimes we fall down and stay down because we’re so fucking tired of having to get back up.

I watched a looootttt of movies with happy endings as a kid. I did a lot of things alone and I never really noticed how much that influenced my way of thinking and my approach to life. I guess that’s where I started to believe that I had to live two lives. Because who I really am - my family didn’t like. As a woman of color, of immigrant parents, and growing up in a predominantly white neighborhood - I never felt like I found my place. I didn’t belong at home and I definitely didn’t belong in the outside world.

So we take that first drink or the first hit to forget we feel that way inside. And we keep drinking and using to keep forgetting.

And it’s where I started to believe that one day everything will magically work out so I just have to keep holding on to be saved.

I’ve spent so much time ignoring my body that trying to be present in it now, as an adult, makes me feel like a fearful little kid. Anxiety feels scary because I never learned how to manage it.

Ignore all the problems until you’re almost 30 and have a bunch of substance abuse issues and no one to turn to because you can’t trust the people who were supposed to care for you.

I’m just so damn tired of caring. Caring what people think - am I being nice and kind and do they feel heard and god forbid any one ever thinks I have ill intentions….

So yeah, my attitude lately is to block out the noise & do whatever I want to do. Whatever I know is truly good for my soul.

So I started a weaving again and have made some yummy food and am getting in a lot of snuggles with my dog. Also I listen to new music and take in the sunset. I take a long bath and put on my expensive lotion that’s saved for a special occasion because every day is a special occasion now that I am CHOOSING to be alive.

I realized I like having little projects. So I’ve been assigning myself shit to try because I’m interested in it. And that’s enough of a reason for me.

Isn’t the whole point of life to experience? And when you boil it down to that core, what really separates us from each other if we are all in it for the experience?

Am I sounding crazy?? Because I‘be never felt more enlightened and grounded in my sense of things.

Holy shit, it all makes sense now.

Or maybe this is all just one psychotic episode waiting to break loose. Lol. Hopefully not.

I’ve decided I don’t need some big overarching life goal - that I’m totally fine with going with the flow. I don’t need to have all the answers. In fact, forcing myself to think that way has actually cemented this “not good enough” belief.

Because when I think back as a kid and getting lost in the present - I was happy. I used to get lost in entertaining myself for hours. And the world (or my world) told me that was wrong. I wasn’t doing it correctly.

But I’m fine the way I am. You know? Like imagine if we could roll the tape back to before we ever started to hate ourselves or constantly try to “fix” our lives - how did we approach the world before everything was clouded by this inherent sense of “not good enough”.

It’s kind of jarring to realize that people don’t automatically think and know the worst parts of me and judge me by it.

It’s kind of jarring to realize that nobody really is that bothered by me. I’m feeling okay taking up my little space in the world.

I’m ready to care for that little girl who has felt so scared and uncomfortable all these years.

In some ways, I’ve never felt more free.

#self love #higher self #mental health #healing #recovery #sobriety #healing journey #addiction recovery #spiritual growth #alcoholism #depression recovery #self improvement #inner peace #nurture your inner child

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cometcon · 7 months

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I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. It's consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I love their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the show so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest.

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory.

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway.

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine.

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent."

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?"

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep.

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest.

"Why are you in here? Get out."

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed the wall in my room yet. It's cold."

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!"

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave.

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike.

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning.

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

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glygriffe · 5 months

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The Lockpick

Fandom - Supernatural Character - Sam Winchester Summary - A missing scene in the Pilot episode, at Sam's apartment. Word Count - 800 A note - I finally did it! I finished my first fic for the @spnfanficpond rewatch, fanfiction edition! Particularly proud of this being from Sam's POV since it is a lot easier to write Dean than Sam.

Sam packed his bag to follow Dean for the weekend in search of their dad. He was thrilled to be with Dean again after all that time. It had been way too long since he last saw his brother. Way too long since they last talked on the phone, even. Before Jess, Dean was his world, and seeing him tonight brought back all kinds of mixed feelings.

For one, he was delighted with the clues Dean presented him for this hunt Dad supposedly disappeared from. It was the hunt itself almost as much as the help Sam could provide to his brother that made him agree to follow Dean. He felt a little guilty about that. In theory, he went to college to get out of the hunting life. In theory, he no longer wanted to work a case, research lore, or defeat monsters. In theory.

Because he still kept, unbeknownst to Jess, a whole assortment of objects and tools for defeating the supernatural. He even kept a set of blades engraved with symbols he hadn't yet deciphered that he had never used. They were not still in his possession just for self-defense against the occult. And he didn't choose to follow Dean in his quest for their dad just for the family's sake. The truth was, he missed it. Just a little.

Before telling Jessica a half-truth about why he was following his brother, Sam had put one of the blades in his duffle bag. He also took his lockpick from under the bed frame and hid the tool in his hoodie's pocket. He probably wouldn't need it. It was mostly a case to be solved, mental gymnastics.

He got excited with the possibilities offered by the EVP on that message Dean played for him much more than with the rescue mission. Not that he didn't love his father. But he was skeptical about John's willingness to be followed. Especially by his younger son. The man had been pretty clear about the not coming back part of his shouted statement the last time they saw each other. Sam loved Jessica and the safe life he had built for himself at Stanford. He was sure he would be a great lawyer one day, probably sooner than later if he did land the full ride to law school on Monday. But a part of him also thrived in mystery. He loved the puzzle of figuring out a case or the precision demanded to pick a lock properly. That is probably why he held on to his lockpick in the first place.

It was Dean who had given him this tool ten years ago. Because it could be useful on a hunt, sure. But mostly because it allowed Sam to explore all the intricacies of different locks or padlocks. It kept his mind engaged, challenged. He had practiced relentlessly for days at a time, between school and research for their dad's monster of the week hunt.

Dean had been a good lockpick teacher and was proficient with the tool, but with time, when their dad had finally brought both his sons on hunts, it was Sam who did most of the illegal entering on their jobs. Dean was a better lookout than Sam, able to think on his feet and charm bystanders away from the crime scene. He was not against throwing a punch or two if need be to give his brother the time to go, unscathed. When it was the other way around, young Sammy had frozen more often than not, leaving Dean to try to explain yet another bruise on his face on the next school day when somebody came by while he was picking a lock. He also missed entire school days when John was not there to bail him out of jail when he got caught. A pang of guilt stabbed Sam at the memories. Yeah, their system worked better with Dean as the lookout and Sam as the breaking-and-entering guy.

Sam touched the pocket where he had hidden the lockpick and felt comforted. He got this. He would help Dean, reconnect with his brother for a couple of days. They will find their father, or not. They will close the case or not. It was a toss because he was rusty as a hunter and had limited time to do the job. The Monday interview would seal his future as a lawman and nothing short of the end of the world could make him miss the interview.

Bad comes to worst, he could always use the lockpick to get out of a tough spot. But the small tool symbolized what all his mind and body were capable of, working together. And he was proud of it even if he would never admit to it out loud.

#spn rewatch #Spnfanficpond Spn rewatch #pond events #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #spn gen fic

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