#moonlight has a beautiful score

[mrsnancywheeler]

silver springs

finnick odair x gn!reader

2k words

masterlist

summary: finnick's cycle of self destruction stops for no one, even if it tears the two of you apart, but you refuse to fade into the past.

warnings: angst, lots of it, self destructive behavior, mentions of trafficking, allusions to consensual smut, reader values their virginity, arguments, break ups, trauma, unhealthy relationship dynamics, unhappy ending, but could be interpreted as hopeful if you want it to be, unedited, no use of y/n

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Finnick knows he should just fall asleep, let himself rest and turn his brain off from overthinking, but he can't. You deserve better, so much better than the broken boy from District 4 who will forever be playing his role in the puppet show. Where you've fought the demons off with compassion for each person you've come across, it shames him how easily he can fall into the facade of the egotistical Capitol darling. Eventually his outlook will consume the joy you've harvested to forcefully in the depths of your heart and he knows not a minute will pass that he can look at himself in the mirror knowing he did that to you. So he has to end it, to let you be free for a much happier life, at least that's what he tells himself as he prepares for you to wake.

You're so beautiful in the moonlight that glows on your sleeping face and he's even more enthralled when the sun begins to rise and it's like you're an angel in the colors. He's not sure when he let a few tears shed thinking about how when you wake up it'll be the last time he sees you like this, but it's for the best. When you do hazily wake up, blankets falling off your bare body as you sit up, all your sleepy smiles make his heart clench even more, but his brain more certain.

“Good morning." You mumble out, leaning in for a kiss which he scoots away from and your incoherent brain snaps to attention. No matter how long it's been since you've been in the arena, you doubt that instinct will ever go away, the need to be constantly on edge if something seems slightly off, and he is. Finnick is usually the type to be just returning from a swim with some fish he caught in the morning or arms wrapped around you. “What's wrong?" You can feel a defense mechanism settling in with the numbness of your voice, had you really finally had the courage to let someone have your body only for them to pull away from your love the very next morning? What a cruel master the universe seemed to be no matter what cards you played.

Finnick's eyes were glossy and he rubbed his face as he sniffled, forcing the words out of his reluctant throat, “I don't think we should see each other anymore." Before the words have even finished tumbling out of his mouth you've pulled the blanket back up to cover your exposed chest. How could you be so cautious of something only for it to come from the person you least expected, apparently you weren't cautious enough.

“Oh." It's humiliating, if you could just disappear into the air you would give anything to do so. You can't cry, it would only further that humiliation, so you robotically move to the side of the bed to grab the panties that had been so lazily thrown off by him the night before. “Congrats on the score, Finnick, hopefully I'm worth a good amount of points." Your voice can't be allowed to crack or shake, but it's fighting against your willpower.

“It's not like that." Finnick quickly says, observing you, and he'll never say it, but he's scared. He doesn't want you to hate him, to break your heart, he just wants you to be free of his chains.

You scoff and have to force yourself to stand without the protection of the blanket so you can find the rest of your strewn about clothes. “I’m sure that's what you tell all of them.” All of us, he's always been a rumored playboy, but with what the Capitol did to him that was what you'd placed it on. Not that he played people, but that he was unfairly used, now you reasoned, two things could be true at once. Him having past partners had never bothered you when he began talking to you, but now you wondered how he left them. You glance back for less then a second when you see he's buried his head in hands, not answering.

He knows this isn't true, that he's doing this because he cares too much to let his darkness eat you alive. Maybe he'll even have to say that to you, so he won't have to live with the additional weight of your resentment.

“I just-" Your throat breaks on a sob you're holding back, “I know it's not important to everyone, but it was important to me, Finnick. I gave you something that I wasn't ready to give anyone else because I thought…” You sighed, "It doesn't matter what I thought, but it's so fucked that you took that away when you knew.” A stray tear has forced its way through which you're wiping away as soon as you can. Your pants are in a pile at the end of the bed which you quickly grab.

“I'm sorry." His voice isn't hiding the tears as he looks up from his hands, he's genuine and you can tell as much from his voice, but it doesn't stop the internal berating of being so stupid to finally share that intimate part of yourself when he would leave you hours later. “I didn't plan it like that, honey, I didn't."

“Please, don't call me that." He nods his head in retreat after your request that was meant to be more forceful, preferably he'd never speak to you again.

“You deserve better, so much better." You agree, the bare minimum would be a day before he broke the news not hours after you'd slept with him. “Better than me, I need you to have better.” He feels like a child, knees pulled up to his chest as he gives you up so you'll be far away from his destruction, but you feel more like a toy he's gotten bored of playing with. Like a hurricane it hits you that he means being with you, a sentiment he’s murmured many times in your relationship even if you insisted otherwise at each utterance. Yet you can no longer find it in you to assure him otherwise, no matter how much you disagree.

“Oh my god, this is the ‘woe is me, I'm Finnick Odair, so unlovable’ act again!” You could tear your hair out, "I could love you, Finnick! That's who could and I'm so sick of this push and pull thing you play at. But we are all dealing with things inside and you refuse to be, not even helped, but at least cared for!”

He's gotten up from the bed, shaking his head with as much intent as he can muster, "If you loved me it would kill you.”

"Says who?” You no longer care about whether or not you're keeping composure or yelling, you've spent every moment you can trying to assure him and within the hours you slept he decided to tear it all apart. "Oh right, just you! You and your endless piles of self doubt, I'm not asking for that to go away, but you could at least be open to hearing others out."

“It's for you, honey, I couldn't live with myself if I put you through that."

Any movements you were making stop as you stare at him, he's so honest, so eager, and you radiate an anger he despises himself for making, but wants to catch the last few sparks of before he leaves forever. “You are so selfish. Have you ever even considered the fact that I would suffer more without you, then with you, or were you too busy trying to punish yourself for not spending every moment of your life in a pile of guilt?”

He doesn't answer and you know it's a no. Part of you says it's wrong to tell a man who's always eating himself up from the inside that he's selfish, but you feel like you're on autopilot.

"I'm a person, Finnick! Everyone you've ever dated is. You do not get to play house for a year to live in a fantasy and then push us away whenever your thoughts are too much, that's why it doesn't work, you won't let it. And everyone who puts in the effort to love you, to care about you, has it all swept away when you're ready to wallow again. That way when you briefly decide it's over you can do it all over again.” You're pulling on the pants before you can look around for the shirt in some hidden spot.

Finnick feels like he's running cold, part of him knows you're right that his cycle is neverending, but you can understand, he tells himself. Even if you're a fellow victor, no one can help him, he's resigned himself to it and you're too light of a bubble to let you pop. So he has to live in denial, that he has to protect you from himself even if that is really what's attacking you now, “I care and I can't do this to you. You don't understand, I'm like a whirlpool waiting to suck everything in with me."

“You have." You find the shirt and button it up with fumbling fingers, blood pulsating in anger, sadness, and the want to beg him to change his mind and let you sit with forever. But you know you can't subject yourself to his cyclone of self-destruction any longer, not when you have your own struggles to deal with. The things you couldn't tell him about because of the constant pressure to be the light in his bleak outlook of the world, even when you were so tempted whenever it seemed like he was in his true state. The Finnick that was sweet and giving, or maybe you were an idealist wishing for a man that he could truly never be. “I won't fade into obscurity over you.” Your voice has become considerably softer and you gaze at his shaking body.

"What?” He asks, he knows that you won't understand why he has to do what he's convinced himself he must, but that doesn't prevent him from wanting to take it all back, embrace you, and promise to do better even if he knows he won't.

"I'm a victor too, Finnick. Every party, I'll be there, when you have to watch required programs on the television, I'll be there. I won't take a step back just because I'm hurt, we're all wounded dogs, Finnick, some of us just handle it better and I won't quiet myself just because it might remind you of another person you've pushed behind.”

“I'm not asking you too."

“No, but it's what you're used to. I'm not just someone else from home, you will always hear my voice, see my face, and I need you to know that. I want you to get better, Finnick, because I care about you more than you can even fathom, but I will be a hitch from what you're used to. You deserve to know that, I'm sorry if that makes it more difficult for you or maybe it's what you need. A wake-up call that whatever you're doing is what's actually hurting people not whatever fucked up fantasy it is you're listening to in your head.”

Finnick wanted you to know how much you cared, but said nothing as he pushed down more tears when you left, never to be in his room again. The mornings spent in your comfort are officially gone. You'd been right of course, he couldn't wallow and move on because you were everywhere. Your laugh in his ears at every party, your saccharine voice on the screen, your presence around every turn. Maybe you'd even been right when you insinuated this was what he was missing, he couldn't forget about you long enough to fall into his routine, especially not when the echoes that once told him he had to let you go sang a different tune. How destructive he was for letting the one person who could even attempt to anchor his tortured soul go.

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Thank you for reading, as always feedback, comments, likes, reblogs, is all super appreciated! I was going to write another chapter of the lakes but I had this idea in my brain presenting so here it is. 💋

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader angst #finnick odair fanfic #finnick fanfic #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick x you #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x reader fluff #thg #finnick odair imagine #hunger games finnick #thg finnick

[cebwrites]

Been thinking about koby with an S/O whose a merman. Any thoughts yourself?

a/n: kobyyyyyyy darling angel of mine i've been living with all new love for him from the LA <33

Koby x Merman!S/O HCs

masc reader, he/they Koby word count: 0.3k

Koby falling head over heels for the allure of a siren is so very on brand oh my god

Maybe he was saved by gorgeous merman in the aftermath of a shipwreck, or dragged under after being tempted to lean a bit too close to the edge of the ship, only to charm their way into their would-be attacker's heart

In either case, he's so very overwhelmed with his beauty that Koby just can't help rattle off about how gorgeous they think he is - how his scales dazzle in the moonlight, how powerful his tail must be to swim against the Grand Line's currents, how the ocean itself seemed to dance within their savior or captor's eyes

Of course Koby's a little nerd about it, rambling for so long they don't notice the flush on their companions' face from these rapid-fire compliments and then immediately start apologizing for being overwhelming

A little longer into the relationship where Koby and his partner are more comfortable around one another and Koby's flushed to the ears telling their mer-boyfriend not to come in (swim alongside the battle ship) while they're at work - not that they mind but the higherups don't fancy distractions while on the job

He's even found himself in the unlikely spot of spending time with some of the older marines during quieter days when Koby has the leisure of picking through oysters their fishing nets pulled up to potentially score a pearl for his love if he's lucky enough

Koby gets teased by them even though they're technically his juniors since he's a captain, but Koby appreciated the company and their peers found a certain sweetness to seeing young puppy love blossom again

Whenever Koby has time off, they spend it with pants rolled up to their thighs on beaches or rocks by the shore with their mer-man

The fact that he hasn't gotten his legs yet bothers Koob little, because it means he gets to show off the progress he's made in training by carrying his mer-boyfriend around without breaking a sweat (he broke many sweats early into the timeskip)

#cebwrites #one piece #koby x reader #op koby #koby one piece #coby x reader #op coby #coby one piece #koby x male reader

[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ Ill Omen  Weapon (longsword), uncommon (requires attunement) 

You have a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon while in moonlight.

When a creature that you can see within 60 feet of you makes an attack roll, an ability check, or a saving throw, you can use your reaction to roll a d20, and then choose whether the creature uses its roll or yours. Once this property has been used, it cannot be used again until you score a critical hit or reduce a creature to 0 hit points with this sword.

Curse. If you use this sword to increase the roll of a creature rather than lower it, you accrue one point of bad luck. When you make an attack roll, an ability check, or a saving throw, the GM can spend one point of bad luck to roll a d20, and then choose which roll you use.

Forged under a blood moon, with a crimson moonstone set in the pommel, this longsword carries an ominous aura about it. Be careful wielding this blade if you wish anything but ill upon those around you. - 🖌🎨 Like our work? Consider supporting us on Patreon and gain access to the hi-resolution art for over 170 magic items, item cards and card packs, beautiful creature art and stat blocks and setting pdfs with narrative hooks and unique lore!🧙‍♂️

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[femsolid]

"You could see the signs of female aging as diseased, especially if you had a vested interest in making women too see them your way.

Or you could see that if a woman is healthy she lives to grow old; as she thrives, she reacts and speaks and shows emotion, and grows into her face. Lines trace her thought and radiate from the corners of her eyes after decades of laughter, closing together like fans as she smiles. You could call the lines a network of “serious lesions,” or you could see that in a precise calligraphy, thought has etched marks of concentration between her brows, and drawn across her forehead the horizontal creases of surprise, delight, compassion, and good talk. A lifetime of kissing, of speaking and weeping, shows expressively around a mouth scored like a leaf in motion. When gray and white reflect in her hair, you could call it a dirty secret or you could call it silver or moonlight. Her body fills into itself, taking on gravity like a bather breasting water, growing generous with the rest of her. She has looked around in her life, and it shows. The darkening under her eyes, the weight of her lids, their minute cross-hatching, reveal that what she has been part of has left in her its complexity and richness. She is darker, stronger, looser, tougher, sexier. The maturing of a woman who has continued to grow is a beautiful thing to behold.

Or, if your ad revenue or your seven-figure salary or your privileged sexual status depend on it, it is an operable condition.

If you could make a million dollars a year—the average income of cosmetic surgeons in the United States—by doing so, then female fat can easily enough be called a disease. Or it can be seen for what it is: normal, since even the thinnest healthy women have more fat than men. When you see the way women’s curves swell at the hips and again at the thighs, you could claim that that is an abnormal deformity. Or you could tell the truth: 75 percent of women are shaped like that, and soft, rounded hips and thighs and bellies were perceived as desirable and sensual without question until women got the vote. Women’s flesh, you could acknowledge, is textured, rippled, dense, and complicated; and the way fat is laid down on female muscle, on the hips and thighs that cradle and deliver children and open for sex, is one of the most provocative qualities of the female body. Or you could turn this too into an operable condition.

Whatever is deeply, essentially female—the life in a woman’s expression, the feel of her flesh, the shape of her breasts, the transformations after childbirth of her skin—is being reclassified as ugly, and ugliness as disease. These qualities are about an intensification of female power, which explains why they are being recast as a diminution of power. At least a third of a woman’s life is marked with aging; about a third of her body is made of fat. Both symbols are being transformed into operable conditions—so that women will only feel healthy if we are two thirds of the women we could be. How can an “ideal” be about women if it is defined as how much of a female sexual characterisic does not exist on the woman’s body, and how much of a female life does not show on her face?"

- The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf

#quote #mp #the beauty myth #naomi wolf #body #beauty industry #cosmetic surgery

[fem-lit]

You could see the signs of female aging as diseased, especially if you had a vested interest in making women too see them your way.

Or you could see that if a woman is healthy she lives to grow old; as she thrives, she reacts and speaks and shows emotion, and grows into her face. Lines trace her thought and radiate from the corners of her eyes after decades of laughter, closing together like fans as she smiles. You could call the lines a network of “serious lesions,” or you could see that in a precise calligraphy, thought has etched marks of concentration between her brows, and drawn across her forehead the horizontal creases of surprise, delight, compassion, and good talk. A lifetime of kissing, of speaking and weeping, shows expressively around a mouth scored like a leaf in motion. The skin loosens on her face and throat, giving her features a setting of sensual dignity; her features grow stronger as she does. She has looked around in her life, and it shows. When gray and white reflect in her hair, you could call it a dirty secret or you could call it silver or moonlight. Her body fills into itself, taking on gravity like a bather breasting water, growing generous with the rest of her. The darkening under her eyes, the weight of her lids, their minute cross-hatching, reveal that what she has been part of has left in her its complexity and richness. She is darker, stronger, looser, tougher, sexier. The maturing of a woman who has continued to grow is a beautiful thing to behold.

Or, if your ad revenue or your seven-figure salary or your privileged sexual status depend on it, it is an operable condition.

— Naomi Wolf (1990) The Beauty Myth

#aging #it is ​so upsetting that naomi wolf is a crackpot conspiracy theorist now #naomi wolf #the beauty myth #radblr #radfem #radical feminism #radfem safe #radical feminist safe

[discluded]

So since you hate CMBYN, what is your rec list for LGBTQ+ movies 🤭

On that note, I'm just gonna publish my list because Yams asked this so long ago she's barely on Tumblr anymore lol

My criteria are feature films (not documentaries for example).

Brokeback Mountain (2005) - forget your preconceived notions about this movie and watch it. There's a reason it's one of the most acclaimed films period of all time.

But I'm a Cheerleader (1999) - If you check metacritic, the scores might not seem great but again, a reason this one has also stood the test of time. Just goes to show that film critics aren't all that.

And if you don't need to take it from me. Take it from Elliot Page.

Carol (2015) - Resplendid Americana. Feels like a reclamation of nostalgia in some ways for a time and place that doesn't exist but feels like it should.

The Handmaiden (2016) - Even more fun, this one is a Thriller. You will not see It coming (whatever it is... just. This was fun.)

Moonlight (2016) - as someone who watches way too much arthouse films sometimes I just find the solemnity too much. But there is a sort of quiet dignity that queer black men, especially working class queer black men, often aren't afforded. Extremely beautiful and moving.

Mysterious Skin (2004) - This one is admittedly hard to recommend because of its subject matter which is probably why it's not often on rec lists (TW CSA apply so tread carefully), but it explores queer identity in the context of a very sensitive subject with delicacy to the subject and individuals who've experienced it. Also an excellent film about queer identity that doesn't center around romance at all. JGL acted his socks off.

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) - What can I say. The new standard. If you haven't seen it yet, what are you waiting for? Even aside from the queer element, it touches upon another subject I try to discuss that's often brushed aside: the experience of the working class, blue collar Asian immigrant who are ubiquitous and often ignored in favor of the model minority myth.

#queer media #lgbtq media #queer #film recommendations #lgbtq

[merakiui]

Pretty ssure tumblr ate my ask, but ikagine vampire!azul treating reader to something to celebrate this human celebration called valentine's day🌹

He makes a Valentine's Day card by hand and it is the most extravagant thing (he spent all night making it)! It's bordered with lace trim and embossed with beautiful, swirling embroidery. There's a cupid printed on the front, and on the back he's penned a wonderful poem that is so flowery and fluffy. It's very Victorian. He addresses you as his dearest one in the card and the prose that follows comes right from his cold, dead heart. For someone who acts so frigid and stoic, he is surprisingly romantic. The card even smells pleasantly of your favorite flower.

Azul's wardrobe is very gothic, so he doesn't have many bright colors. But due to a washing error (or so Jade claims) the cloak he's so fond of wearing has been dyed a pastel pink. He holds it up, scrutinizing it with narrowed eyes. It's the only one he owns; he's had it for centuries and has kept it from fraying or succumbing to the erosions of time with magical enchantments. But today is a holiday humans are so fond of; it's a holiday he often scoffs at, and yet you seem so eager to celebrate, evidenced by the heart-shaped decorations strewn about the foyer and the pinks and reds littering the halls. Azul supposes he can be festive for the day, but it's quite irritating when Floyd sees him and crumples into a cackling fit. Azul will string both him and Jade up for being foolish with his laundry.

But the pink cloak is worth it in the end because when he delivers the card to you during breakfast, you tell him he looks cute in pink. Azul denies it immediately, but he's quick to avert his eyes, mumbling under his breath that it's not something you should get used to. Don't let him fool you; he is immensely happy you think he's cute!

He spends the entire day doing everything you want to do. Playing board games with the twins, baking Valentine's sweets (the recipes he can recall are quite dated), reading together in the library. When night falls, the piano plays an uplifting waltz all by itself (you're amazed at how easily he commands magic) and Azul offers a gloved hand to you, internally hoping you'll accept the invitation for a dance. You do, and he is very pleased to dance with you under the moonlight in the ballroom. Jade and Floyd will join in, and Floyd's the one who enchants the piano to change its tune. You go from a lilting melody to a fast-paced, energetic piano score within minutes and you're spun between the three of them in a dizzying dance. Azul's irritated, but his annoyance vanishes when he hears your laughter and notices your smile.

Perhaps Valentine's Day is not the worst holiday he's had to endure throughout his long existence.

#twisted chit chat #vampire azul

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — July 16-22

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

07-16 → Yu Zheng, Zhang Zhehan’s former shithead boss (see 21-11-03), posted a video of himself wearing one of the Zhang Sanjian hats. @zhongwans​​ made a great post explaining how him being involved with the scam seems to be the final piece of the puzzle for how they got a hold of the Instagram account. Tweets about this: [1] [2] [3]

→ Gong Jun posted on Weibo: “Ridiculous! Yesterday was a good night, when did I get drunk?” and replied in character to a few fan comments under the post. The Gong Jun Outside Office account reposted this with the addition, “Replying to Your Highness, never. It’s just the beautiful scenery on the tree (deleted all the small ones [ie. videos/pictures of Han Ye drunk] that should be deleted, don’t worry)” Fan Observation: Gong Jun originally posted this at 11:05 (511 kadian), only to delete it and repost it a minute later.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted six gifs of Han Ye. Caption: “It doesn’t matter, anyway, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon will make a move! Dropping a set of ‘ridiculous’ series of emoticons, you come be ridiculous!”

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a compilation video of Han Ye saying “ridiculous”. Caption: “‘Ridiculous-ge’ has a stable output. Q: How many times did His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon say ridiculous?” They also posted a similar video to Douyin.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a promotional video of Gong Jun and Dilireba doing tacit understanding gestures together.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: “Dajing's ‘drama essence’ trio Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat, Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon, Luo Mingxi @ Modern Xiongdi Liu Yuning officially debuted as a group! Serious and focused in the play, a second of success outside the play, fancy and funny non-stop, hurry up and watch~”

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted a video of Gong Jun resting in his trailer while filming Legend of Anle. Caption: “His Highness is back from a private visit, and is still a little bit reluctant to change from the little beggar’s costume. 🥺”

→ Gong Jun posted an image of drunk Han Ye. Caption: “Scored twice, I Ye am drunk...”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video behind the scenes footage from Legend of Anle. Caption: “His Highness @ Gong Jun Simon’s daily business trip to the south of the Yangtze River 📹 The handsome and unrestrained Prince of Dajing, behind him is the disaster relief food that the people want. At this moment, it is reliable 😭” BGM is I’ll Do It by Heidi Montag and Why Would I Ever by Paula DeAnda. 

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a promotional image of Han Ye. Caption: “His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon secretly arrived south of the Yangtze River, running to investigate the people's sentiments. As rigorous as Ye, never let the number of steps reveal your whereabouts!”

07-17 → Filming wrapped for Gong Jun’s upcoming drama The Truth. 

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a promotional poster. 

→ Fresh posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun. (1129 kadian)

→ Gong Jun’s studio made a post announcing that he and the other of stars of Legend of Anle would be doing a livestream that evening. 

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted another behind the scenes video. Caption: “Under the moonlight, Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat and Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon look at each other in circles, gazing at each other so romantically, and behind the romance there is this wave of operations, let’s find out together~”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted four images of Han Ye. Caption: “‘Ye’ is good at diligence, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon’s daily motivational wallpapers are here, let's work hard on ‘Ye’ with His Highness!”

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye.

→ The Instagram posted a two photos and a video of “Zhang Zhehan”.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a promotional poster of Han Ye.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a picture comic about Legend of Anle’s second story arc. Caption: “His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon has successfully solved the Jiangnan corruption case! See how His Highness peels off the cocoon, appeases the victims, and punishes the corrupt officials. Tonight at 21:00, lock into the Weibo live broadcast and join the chess game!”

→ Gong Jun, Dilireba, and Liu Yuning did a livestream together to promote Legend of Anle. [full recording] [highlights thread]

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a promotional image celebrating Legend of Anle reaching 10,000 popularity index. The Legend of Anle Weibo also posted a video celebrating the milestone.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted four gifs of Gong Jun waiting for the livestream to start. Caption: “His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon’s Exit Record 🈶️ Let’s talk again next time!”

07-18 → Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted a video from the previous day of Gong Jun singing Jay Chou’s Hair Like Snow. Caption: “Boss said it was good, but it was really good. Giving the very good song ‘Hair Like Snow’ to everyone”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of Han Ye acting properly vs acting foolishly. Caption: “If you brush it [the video], you will earn it, and quickly get the special ‘Ye’ term used by different units!”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a photo of him from The Truth’s wrap party. Caption: “Through the fog and reveal the truth, Ye Qian @ Gong Jun Simon breaks the situation and moves forward, waiting to meet you!”

→ Gong Jun posted two photos from The Truth’s wrap party. Caption: “All crimes cannot escape legal sanctions. Looking forward to meeting Ye Qian again.” This was reposted by his studio with the added caption, “Move with the wind, observe the traces carefully, and look forward to meeting Ye Qian @ Gong Jun Simon again!” It was also reposted by the The Truth Weibo account, added caption: “Looking forward to Police Officer Ye Qian”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a behind the scenes clip from Legend of Anle. Caption: “‘Ye’ is busy day and night ‘Ye’, click on the video below, and immediately get permission to view the work record of His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon ‘Ye’~”

→ 361° posted the gif of drunk Han Ye that Gong Jun had posted the previous week. 

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a promotional image of Han Ye. Caption: “Drinking games? The distinguished player Prince @ Gong Jun Simon has shut down the mic”

07-19 → The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: “The studio presents ‘accident’ footage, with professional equipment on rainy days, no real demonstration props, and hilarious play props ‘let go as soon as you say it’... The dense laughter makes people laugh from ear to ear, Come and watch and check the happy energy with one click!”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a behind the scenes video from a Legend of Anle photoshoot. Caption: “Jade robes and brocade clothes, eyebrows like an ink painting, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon is full of elegance and nobility in every gesture”

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted an image of Han Ye with an MBTI category (ISTJ). Caption: “Picked up an MBTI personality test card for His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon's special ‘Ye’ version, mentally stable, leadership qualities get 🧐”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a behind the scenes video from Legend of Anle. Caption: “Hidden Camera is back online! Follow the camera, let's find the special moment of His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon's studio camp ‘Ye’”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a promotional image for Legend of Anle. Caption: “The Prince's Mansion has good news for ‘Ye’! The Legend of Anle has reached over 10,000 [popularity index] on Youku for 3 consecutive days. Prince Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon thanks you for your support!”

07-20 → The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video of the drunk Han Ye scene. Caption: “There is a lot of joy behind the banquet! Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat is shocked and continues to laugh, Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon sips ‘drinks’ non-stop, and bluntly said ‘fly to the sky’.” 

→ The Instagram posted nine photos of “Zhang Zhehan” and scenery. 

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted another behind the scenes video. Caption: “One second I said I could trust the props, but the next second the props were the ‘culprit’, after all, I failed! There is also Ren Anle @Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat who was unsuspectingly caught by Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon , and learned to draw inferences when he suddenly realized. 

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video compilation of Han Ye acting commanding. Caption: “His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon Dajing special anti ‘Ye’, respect Ye!”

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye. Caption: “The original intention does not change to what I want, and I will never give up if I devote myself wholeheartedly.“

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted two live photos of him doing calligraphy on a paper fan. Caption: “His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon dedicates calligraphy, the ‘Ridiculous-ge’ who engages in creation is not ridiculous”

→ Gong Jun and the other main cast members of Legend of Anle attended a media conference to promote the show. [full video] Clips: [1] [2] [3] [4]

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted a video of Gong Jun at the media conference. Caption: “Prince @ Gong Jun Simon comes to sprinkle some candy on the family”

→ Gong Jun posted seven photos of himself from that day. Caption: “#The Legend of Anle# and the other ‘Ye’.”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted nine photos from the same photoshoot. Caption: “Light and dark have quality, watch His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon guarding the temperature of his fingertips between square inches.”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: “Dajing etiquette class has started! Click to view Prince Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon’s public etiquette class, being taught by His Royal Highness, a rare opportunity~”

→ Gong Jun posted a douyin of himself doing a little dance. Caption: “After singing, enter the dance world.” BGM is 宝贝在干嘛 by Noisemakers.

07-21 → Gong Jun posted a commercial he did for L’Oreal. 

→ The stolen Xiao Yu account being run by Hewitt (see 07-14 last week) wiped all of its content.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted nine photos of him from the previous day’s event. Caption: “Follow His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon to realize the freedom of yellow (huang) sugar (tang*), oh ‘Ye’✌🏻” *“ridiculous”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of bloopers from the previous day’s dance douyin Caption: “His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon has practiced!” BGM is Leyla by Mesto.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a behind the scenes video of Legend of Anle. Caption: “A record of the construction of the Dajing royal team! Click on the video to subscribe to the exclusive ‘Ye’ life vlog of the Prince Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon with one click!”

07-22 → Gong Jun’s studio posted the full airing schedule for Legend of Anle: 39 episodes, concluding on 08-06 for VIP (1 or 2 episodes a day), 09-01 for free viewers (1 episode every weekday).

→ QuelleVous posted a thread explaining recent findings about the Zhang Sanjian songs, showing evidence that many were either sampled from or completely bought from other songwriters. [Followup] Earlier in the week, Flora had also tweeted showing that on the most recent song, the lyricist and composer were only credited with a single initial on YouTube.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye. 

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video putting similar clips from Legend of Anle and The Flaming Heart side by side. Caption: “Even in parallel time and space, the trajectories of the stories will meet at a certain moment, colliding with a new ‘firework’” Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted two gifs of the same scenes half an hour later. Caption: “Regardless of past life or present life, he will choose to rush into the flames without hesitation, just to stick to the beliefs in his heart.”

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: “Behind the scenes of the fire are Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat, Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon’s vigorous ‘scaring’, matryoshka-style ‘princess carry’, and Luo Mingxi @ Modern Brother Liu Yuning’s desperation caused the whole room to burst into laughter...Quickly poke to watch the highlights~”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video compiling Han Ye’s greatest hits so far. Caption: “‘Ye’ is full of heart, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon's career is on the rise, and he is rolling up 👍”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a behind the scenes video of Gong Jun riding a horse. Caption: “The prince’s ‘driving’ school is open today ‘Ye’, click to watch His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon begin class! 😎😎”

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted a video of Gong Jun greeting fans from the balcony of the building where he had filmed an episode of Hello Saturday that day. Caption: “Thank you for all your hard work, love and motivation, thank you for all your patience, support and understanding, and thank you for your 100% love. Everyone be safe getting home!” [subbed fancam]

Additional Reading:  → #GongJun and #TheLegendofAnle trended on Twitter throughout much of the week. I haven’t been keeping tabs on Weibo hotsearch, sorry.

<<< previous week || all posts || following week >>>

#Zhang Zhehan #Gong Jun #Word of Honor #woh cast #The Legend of Anle #lld timeline

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Omg this isn't an ask but i just thought of something.

Professor William J. Moriarty who has a secret relationship with one of his students. At day they're just your regular teacher and student but when it's just the two of them, they spend the night in each other' embrace.

So imagine when there's an important test that's coming up, William's lover is trying their best to not fail it and studies hard. But after the results were out, it turned out they got such a bad score to the point William scolded them in front of the class. They were embarrassed and humiliated even though they've studied so much.

William, on the other hand planned to do this because the truth is he knew someone sabotaged his lovers test result, he doesn't believe that they'd get such a bad score when HE'S the one who taught them! Him scolding is a way to find out which one of his other students were the perpetrator.

Then, when the culprit thinks they got away, they were dragged to the councilors office and expelled. The prestige university will not tolerate such shameful behavior.

Back at the Durham mansion, his s/o is ignoring him for what happened earlier. He's still in guilt but it was necessary. Turns out his lover actually got a perfect score, the only one in class. So when they get to bed, no matter how angry his s/o is they'd never decline a cuddle from him.

"My dear, are you alright? Did I scolded you too hard?" William asked as he stroked their face, under the moonlight he swore he's never seen such beauty. Seconds later his s/o finally shed some tears and told him how they felt and more than being embarrassed, they're sad for disappointing him.

"How terrible of me to make you feel that way, you'd never disappoint me, my love. Let me make it up to you, how about a little date tomorrow, celebrate your perfect score together?"

I woke up and chose fluff

Omgs Rin san 😭 this is too soft i cant-

I can totally imagine how awful William must've felt to scold his partner in front of everyone like that! And after everything is solved,he will definitely do everything in his power,and even beyond,to make it up to them.

You woke up and chose to kill me with this cute idea 🥺 tysm for sharing it with me!!loved it!!!

#moriarty the patriot fanfic #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #ask #william james moriarty x reader

[enterpris]

An Education in Attraction- Chapter 2

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: None this chapter

Previous Chapters: 1

Even with scented candles burning and a comfortable desk chair, the mood in your dorm has soured after hours spent writing. Your back is sore and your eyes are tired as you sit at the desk in the corner of your room and re-read your conclusion paragraph. It's wordy, but you can't put your finger on what to change. 

Even though it’s only the second week of classes, yesterday you had received the grade for your first assignment. Your score had been nearly perfect, and it left you feeling like you were walking on air the rest of the day. Those are the kinds of marks you want to continue receiving. If you could just fix the syntax in this last paragraph, you think the second paper could match your first. 

Unlike your undergraduate classes, there are fewer weekly assignments to pad your grade in the Masters program. Most of your final score will be determined on the larger projects, based on the book readings and lectures in class. 

And there is a lot of reading so far. Covering the assigned chapters took up most of your afternoon and you’ve been writing and editing this draft since dinner. 

Sighing, you pull your eyes away from the computer screen. It's probably time to give your brain a break. You stand and stretch, thinking you deserve a visit to the campus botanic gardens. 

Silver light shines down from the moon and the night is quiet as you leave the dorm building. There’s only a handful of other students out as you cross the campus and enter the gardens.

The sprawling green is quickly becoming one of your favorite places to relax. The manicured lawns are lush, even at the start of spring, and the trees and shrubs that dot the rest of the park are tidily maintained. 

You follow the path deeper into the grounds and find a tall dogwood that faces the central pond. You sit under the tree and let the peace of nature wash over you. 

For a moment you just drink in the beauty of the garden. Most of the shrubs and low trees have been reduced to dark smudges in the dark, but moonlight catches on the water of the pond and ripples out. Lights twinkle distantly on the main building. The park is silent save for a bird that coos softly somewhere above. You breathe deeply, and the earthy smell of the air reminds you of your first week of classes. 

You’d woken the second morning in a blur of new faces, names, and assignment deadlines. The thrill of the first day had dulled slightly after a night of intense reading. You lay in bed and ran your hands over your face, reviewing everything that happened on your first day of courses. 

After picking yourself out of bed, you dressed quickly in a smart pair of slacks and a comfortable blouse, promising yourself some strong green tea as a pick-me-up. You packed your bag and headed from your dorm to the university cafe. The matcha there is quite good, and the miso soup isn’t half bad either.  

After you had gotten some caffeine in your system,your head felt clearer and the walk though campus seemed even prettier. You regained some pep in your step as you approached the Graduate School. 

Even though you had successfully avoided Gojo after class yesterday, your nerves were alight at the thought of seeing him again. You don't want things to be awkward today, and reasoned that acting embarrassed will only make things more uncomfortable for everyone, so you decided to act as if nothing had happened. 

You settled into the same seat you’d chosen on the first day and waited, knee bouncing under the table. Other students trickled into the classroom, and your professor set up at the front of the class. As you looked around the room you saw that most of your peers have settled in, but Goio is notably absent.

The professor had cleared her throat and went to close the door when he slipped in. Once again he was dressed in dark casual clothes and had a pair of dark shades on. His arrival doesn't cause the same hubbub it did the day before, but several students still glanced his way and whispered. 

A single bird glides down from a tree and lands on the ground near you, breaking you out of the reverie. You watch it hop gracefully and dip its head to drink from the pool. The bird shakes its feathers and then takes flight again, disappearing back into the trees over the lake. 

Something about the simple grace of the bird’s movements rings in your mind, and you're struck by sudden inspiration. You rise and hurry back to your dorm. 

You crack your laptop back open and erase the last two sentences of your conclusion. Keeping the elegance of the bird's swoop in mind, you re-formulate your closing, and add another sentence to your introduction to tie things together.

When you read the paper as a whole, you feel deeply satisfied and sure that it will get you top marks. 

The rest of your week is jam-packed with assignments and getting to know the rest of your classmates. Most nights stretch late into the early hours, finishing readings, editing notes, and completing papers. A strong beginning is crucial to your success in the program, and staying busy makes it easy to keep ahead of the longer chapters. 

After two weeks you've read nearly 600 pages and developed a hand cramp typing notes. You exhaust yourself working late into the night, eyes bleary from the text. But you also feel like you're learning at hyper speed. The lectures in both of your classes make you think critically, forcing you to reconsider what you thought you knew about education. 

It seems that the other men and women in your cohort feel similarly. The energy from the initial classes has dimmed somewhat, but your peers are engaged in discussion and friendly to one another. 

Gojo is the exception. After the first two days of classes, he hadn’t attended for the rest of the week. You'd absently wondered whether he'd dropped from the program- he hadn't acted particularly interested in the lectures.

But when you walk into class on Monday, he was back in his seat across the room, as indifferent and cool as he had been the first week. 

~*~

The next morning, you rise and get ready for the day, then head to the campus cafeteria for breakfast.

You pick up a bowl of rice, some tsukemono, and some miso soup. As you walk back out into the seating area, you spot Kuzume. You didn’t know she lived on campus too, most students live with their families or individual apartment units, and you’re a little curious why she’s opted for a dorm. You think about approaching her to say hello, but you don’t want to bother her. There are plenty of open tables, so you choose one a bit farther down and sit down to enjoy your meal.

The soup is savory and warms you to the bone, and it pairs well with the fresh brine of the pickles. The meals here are healthy as well as cheaper and more filling than the ones you got on campus during your undergrad. Grabbing food from the cafeteria is more convenient than cooking all your meals too. You finish eating, drop off your dishes, and head towards your Curriculum class. 

You slide into your normal seat and prepare for class to begin when Kuzume sits beside you.

“Hi!” She greets brightly. “I saw you in the cafe before class but I didn’t get to say hello.”

“Oh, hello!” You’re surprised she noticed you, and even more that she’s bringing it up now. Although you usually sit next to each other in this class, you haven’t spoken much since the first day. 

“I didn’t want to intrude on your breakfast. I didn’t know you lived in the student dorms.” 

“My family lives in Matsue, and I was lucky enough to snag one of the dorms before they filled up. It’s nice to live on the campus.” She responds.

“I love the university grounds. Tokyo is so beautiful.“ You say.

“As much as I love home, I’m looking forward to spending time in a bigger city.”

“It takes a while to explore, I’ve lived here for a few years and there’s still so much I haven’t seen.” It seems like Kuzume is interested in being friends, and you’d love to have a closer relationship. “If you’d ever like to grab dinner or coffee off campus I’m happy to show you my favorite places.”

“Thank you!” Kuzume’s smile is genuine and kind. “If you’d like, Saito and I were going to review some of the notes in the library later.” She gestures to another woman sitting a few chairs away. “We’re covering so much information in both courses, it’s hard to keep up with everything. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”

You’re suddenly very thankful that she did approach you. 

“I would love to. I’ve been reorganizing all my notes manually and it takes forever.”

Class begins soon after that, and is focused heavily on learning objectives. Instead of a lecture, the professor is leading a discussion on how to articulate objectives and create tests based on student knowledge. Your peers are perceptive and curious as they comment on what you’ve read so far. The conversation winds as individuals express their own opinions.

There are so many factors to keep in mind- student learning styles, different exercises to apply learning, and the sheer volume of information that student’s today have to recall. While you agree that concrete goals are important to student understanding, you find yourself a bit worried about the considerable expectations placed on your future students. 

Discussion starts to wind down and you’re grateful. You’ve typed several pages of notes and are feeling a bit fatigued from all of the discourse. The professor clears her throat and takes over the conversation.  

"Before class ends, I'd like to go into more detail regarding your final paper this term. This project will count for thirty percent of your final grade and will hone the foundational skills for the rest of the teaching program."

The energy shift in the room is immediate. You perk up. The syllabus contained only a cursory overview of the project, promising more details as the course progresses. 

The professor's face is severe as she continues, "You will devise mock curricula with an assigned partner. They may or may not share your field of study. You must write an outline of learning topics, supported by data and the approaches discussed in the text. The final project should also include example exercises your future students can complete." 

There are nods from some of the other students, the air in the room serious and focused. Your fingers fly over the keys as you take notes, not wanting to miss any details. 

"This project is designed to deepen your understanding of pacing and workload when creating the curriculum for each course," she continues. "The pairs are as follows:"

She begins to announce the pairs of names. Kuzume is partnered with Higa Fumio, a well tempered man who is usually first to comment in class discussions. Another set is called of two students you don't know very well and then you hear your name called. It's partnered with Gojo's.

The professor continues reading the pairs but you don't hear anything. After what happened on the first day, you hadn’t had the chance to make a second impression. You close your eyes briefly, take a deep breath, and concentrate intently on the front of the classroom. You don't want to see his reaction. 

"This paper should challenge you and encourage you to consider how to most efficiently move through vast subject matter. Collaborate with your partner and innovate. It is our duty to maintain the quality of our schools and ensure the success of each student. Please email me if you have any additional questions."

With that abrupt call to action, class finishes. You begin to pack your bag, wondering how you should approach Gojo. You glance to where he normally sits and see he's gone already. With a brief look over your shoulder you see him strolling out of the room. 

"Shit," you mutter. You stuff the computer into your bag and barely zip it up before you’re following him out of class.

You don’t want to cause a fuss and shout, but he’s moving quickly down the stairs. Those long legs of his really cover a lot of distance. You’ve nearly caught up with him as he pushes open the door at the front of the building. 

"Hey, Gojo!" You call. He turns to look at you over his shoulder as you catch the door he’d opened. "I’d love to meet up soon to talk about the project. Are you free this weekend?"

He keeps walking. "Nah I'm busy."

“Oh, alright, um how about next week?”

“Dunno. My schedule changes a lot.”  

You’re a little taken aback by his response. Is he acting this way because of what happened on the first day? Surely he expected you to talk to him about an assigned group project. Even if he doesn’t want to work with you, this project is worth a significant part of your grade and will be a huge time commitment. 

"We can definitely adjust if something happens, but I’d really like to get together as soon as possible. It’s such a big project and I don’t really like to procrastinate.”

He finally stops and faces you.

 “Ok. I should have time after class on Monday. We can meet in the library, there’s a reading room on the second floor.”

His expression is obscured by the sunglasses he seems to wear everyday, but you’re glad to finally have his full attention. If you thought he was striking in the classroom on that first day, now you can really see how the dark clothes contrast with his pale skin and hair. 

You’re distracted again. But you can’t make the time he suggested.

"Um, I actually have another class after this. We could meet after lunch or grab food at the cafe?" 

“Yeah that’s fine. See you at like 1?”

“Sounds good.” You give him a weak smile.

He continues past you down the path, not bothering to say anything else. You stay where you stopped, puzzled by his reaction. 

Beyond feeling confused, you're irritated. 

While he skips out on seemingly any lesson he pleases, you’ve shown up every day. Your notes are perfect and you participate in each class period. He hardly says a word and doesn't even bother to take his glasses off in class.

The indignation follows you as you trudge to your next class. You replay the conversation in your head as you unpack your computer and notes. You shift your focus to the professor as he begins the lecture, but annoyance sours your stomach for the rest of the day. 

PlaidSparrow on Ao3

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #light academia #reader insert #gojo #fanfiction #thank you for reading :) #EiA

[g-raynard]

A lifetime of kissing, of speaking and weeping, shows expressively around a mouth scored like a leaf in motion. The skin loosens on her face and throat, giving her features a setting of sensual dignity; her features grow stronger as she does. She has looked around in her life and it shows. When gray and white reflect in her hair, you could call it a dirty secret or you could call it silver or moonlight. Her body fills into itself, taking on gravity like a bather breasting water, growing generous with the rest of her. The darkening under her eyes, the weight of her lids, their minute cross-hatching, reveal that what she has been part of has left in her its complexity and richness. She is darker, stronger, looser, tougher, sexier. The maturing of a woman who has continued to grow is a beautiful thing to behold. ― Naomi Wolf The Beauty Myth photo credit: Mamma: In the Meantime by Tony Luciani 

[day0walker]

It’s not a fair fight. Eight inches on her, maybe more. She can’t weigh over one-thirty. If that. Soaking wet. She’s breathing hard, a little splash of blood up her cheek from the operator she’d just fended off--killed with a knife that’s dripping, sticky and wet at her side. She’s looking at him with those big, deranged brown eyes and he’s thinking, it’s not a fair fight.

“We don’t gotta do this,” he says, raising fists in a familiar defensive position. She has her ka-bar, but Xavier’s wrestled those out of plenty of people’s hands before. Wrists are so delicate and her skin looks soft and supple--would bruise pretty if he did break her. “You can turn tail. I won’t tell anyone.”

She’s on him like a creature straight from hell and Christ she’s fast. He wasn’t anticipating that--and that’s on him. The gunfights gone on for too long, the push and pull of a battle that’s long past expiry. KorTac’s a tidal wave, a force of nature, crushing itself against the corporation of the Shadows. They are a machine, file and rank a proverbial shield wall against the opposing mercenaries.

Her rides not far out. She could get there in time.

Instead she’s slashing out like a bitch, her knife grazing across his shirt and splitting fabric and skin. A hot sting scores him, makes all pretense of being chivalrous disappear.

“Cunt,” he hisses viciously, and his booted foot connects with her knee; sends her sprawling, but she’s rolling up and away from him. Has to be strong. He’s one-seventy and the pressure force behind his kicks are lethal. Xavier wipes a hand across his chest, looks down at the tacky bright blood on his hand. “Fine, I’ll kill you. Shame, you’re cute.”

Her lips peel back and she doesn’t even look human. More creature than woman. Her knife flicks between her hands.

“I’ll eat you when I’m done killing you,” she says and it’s such a terrifyingly sadistic statement that Xavier reconsiders. Said so bluntly, so savagely, in such a beautiful voice. He swallows the lump forming in his throat.

Lifts his hand, beckons with his finger.

“Let’s fucking see it then.”

And it’s not a fair fight. How many Shadows had she torn through before he’d gotten to her? She’s exhausted, he can tell. Her movements slow, her reactions missing just an inch of the momentum she’d gained. She holds her own, but he does too. Every attempt she makes to sink the knife into him, he’s dodging, rerouting her.

Xavier knows they underestimate him. Pretty boy with an empty head--but that’s the thing. Don’t need anything up there to hurt people, don’t need a single thought to kill. Don’t need to think to dodge, or maneuver, or--

He brings his booted foot up and slams it into her sternum, sending her backward. Even he could hear the crack of her rib, the hiss of her gasp, the moan that follows as her hand curves around her torso. Her knife skitters across the concrete, clatters into the wall. She’s crouched there, staring up at him.

No fear. Just wide eyed, feral.

And Christ. She’s beautiful. He stands there, staring at her, thinking she’s got to be one of the most striking woman he’s ever seen; her face a twisted mask of absolute snarling anger, her curled fist on her thigh, her other holding the rib he’s sure he’s caused permanent damage to.

“Coward,” she hisses.

“Yeah,” he steps back. There’s the sound of tires in the distance, squealing across gravel. Coming for her. “I don’t like killing ladies.”

She looks at him, a slice of moonlight falling across her face. Xavier feel’s cursed by it, haunted by her, won’t ever forget the day he came across a monster and lived; and let her live.

He darts from the warehouse, snatching up a rifle and hoping it has ammo enough to let him get back to his own team.

#original writing #xavier #maus #i should be writing fanfic but i am writing fanfic of my own oc's instead

[incarnateirony]

Thelemic Readings for March 22

March 22 - Sol, The Sun

Liber VII, Cap IV.

From A Mithraic Ritual Translated by GRS Mead.

9-17. I am like a wounded bird flapping in circles. Who knows where I shall fall? O blesséd One! O God! O my devourer! Let me fall, fall down, fall away, afar, alone! Let me fall!  Nor is there any rest, Sweet Heart, save in the cradle of royal Bacchus, the thigh of the most Holy One. There rest, under the canopy of night. Uranus chid Eros; Marsyas chid Olympas; I chid my beautiful lover with his sunray mane; shall I not sing? Shall not mine incantations bring around me the wonderful company of the wood-gods, their bodies glistening with the ointment of moonlight and honey and myrrh?

26-44.  There was also a certain cry in an unknown tongue, whose stridency troubled the still waters of my soul, so that my mind and my body were healed of their disease, self-knowledge. Yea, an angel troubled the waters. This was the cry of Him: IIIOOShBTh-IO-IIIIAMAMThIBI-II. Nor did I sing this for a thousand times a night for a thousand nights before Thou camest, O my flaming God, and pierced me with Thy spear. Thy scarlet robe unfolded the whole heavens, so that the Gods said: All is burning: it is the end.

Also Thou didst set Thy lips to the wound and suck out a million eggs. And Thy mother sat upon them, and lo! stars and stars and ultimate Things whereof stars are the atoms.

Then I perceived Thee, O my God, sitting like a white cat upon the trellis-work of the arbour; and the hum of the spinning worlds was but Thy pleasure.

O white cat, the sparks fly from Thy fur! Thou dost crackle with splitting the worlds. I have seen more of Thee in the white cat than I saw in the Vision of Æons. In the boat of Ra did I travel, but I never found upon the visible Universe any being like unto Thee!

Thou wast like a winged white horse, and I raced Thee through eternity against the Lord of the Gods. So still we race!

Thou wast like a flake of snow falling in the pine-clad woods. In a moment Thou wast lost in a wilderness of the like and the unlike. But I beheld the beautiful God at the back of the blizzard— and Thou wast He!

Also I read in a great Book. On ancient skin was written in letters of gold: Verbum fit Verbum.

Also Vitriol and the hierophant’s name V.V.V.V.V. All this wheeled in fire, in star-fire, rare and far and utterly lonely— even as Thou and I, O desolate soul my God! Yea, and the writing

It is well.

58.  Then wilt thou be a shining fish with golden back and silver belly: I will be like a violent beautiful man, stronger than two score bulls, a man of the West bearing a great sack of precious jewels upon a staff that is greater than the axis of the all.

59.  And the fish shall be sacrificed to Thee and the strong man crucified for Me, and Thou and I will kiss, and atone for the wrong of the Beginning; yea, for the wrong of the beginning.

--- (THIRD INVOCATION LOGOS, SIC)

2. Oh! Open unto me! For on account of this, the bitter and implacable Necessity that presses on me, I do invoke Thy Deathless Names, innate with Life, most worshipful, that have not yet descended unto mortal nature, nor have been made articulate by human tongue, or cry or tone of man:

ëeö · oëeö · iöö · oë · ëeö · ëeö · oëeö · iöö · oëëe · öëe · öoë · ië · ëö · oö · oë · ieö · oë · öoë · ieöoë · ieeö · eë · iö · oë · ioë · öëö · eoë · oeö · öië · öiëeö · oi · iii · ëoë · öuë · ëö · oëe · eöëia · aëaeëa · ëeeë · eeë · eeë · ieö · ëeö · oëeeoë · ëeö · euö · oë · eiö · ëö · öë · öë · öë · ee · ooouiöë!

THE INVOCATORY UTTERANCE (LOGOS).

1. O Primal Origin of my origination; Thou Primal Substance of my substance; First Breath of breath, the breath that is in me; First Fire, God-given for the Blending of the blendings in me, [First Fire] of fire in me; First Water of [my] water. the water in me; Primal Earth-essence of the earthy essence in me; Thou Perfect Body of me - N. N. son of N. N., son of N.N. (fem.) - fashioned by Honoured Arm and Incorruptible Right Hand, in World that's lightless, yet radiant with Light, [in World] that's soulless, yet filled full of Soul!

2. If, verity, it may seem good to you, translate me, now held by my lower nature, unto the Generation that is free from Death; in order that, beyond the insistent Need that presses on me, I may have Vision of the Deathless Source, by virtue of the Deathless Spirit, by virtue of the Deathless Water, by virtue of the [Deathless] Solid, and [by virtue of] the [Deathless] Air; in order that 1 may become re-born in Mind; in order that 1 may become initiate, and that the Holy Breath may breathe in me; in order that 1 may admire the Holy Fire; that 1 may see the Deep of the [New] Dawn, the Water that doth cause [the Soul] to thrill; and that the, Life-bestowing Æther which surrounds [all things] may give me, Hearing.

3. For 1 am to behold to-day with Deathless Eyes - I, mortal, born of mortal womb, but [now] made better by the Might of Mighty Power, yea, by the Incorruptible Right Hand - [I am to see to-day] by virtue of the Deathless Spirit the DeathlessÆon, the master of the Diadeins of Fire - I with pure purities [now] Purified, the human soul-power of me subsisting for a little while in purity; which [power] I shall again receive transmitted unto me beyond the insistent Bitterness that presses on me, Necessity whose debts can never go unpaid - I, N. N., son of N. N. (fem.) - according to the Ordinance of God that naught can ever change.

4. For that it is beyond my reach that, born beneath the sway of Death, I should [unaided] soar into the Height, together with the golden sparklings of the Brilliancy that knows no Death.

5. Stay still, O nature doomed to Perish, [nature] of men subject to Death! And straightway let me pass beyond the Need implacable that presses on me; for that I am His Son; I breathe; I am!

#Youtube

[dramioneasks]

Hermione’s Birthday (2022):

Happy Birthday, Hermione! by MsPolaPotter - G, one-shot - Hermione hates surprises, it's too bad her best friends love throwing them.

Score by trunksadin - E, one-shot - Hermione asks Draco for an unexpected birthday gift, and he delivers. (Draco/Hermione/Theo/Blaise)

Thirty, Flirty and Thriving... by LouisaCaraballo - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger thought 30 would look quite different, but here she finds herself alone at a pub wallowing. When Draco stops by to surprise her, she's skeptical of his motives.

Gift for Her is a Gift for Him by Musyc - E, one-shot - On Hermione's birthday, the present is for both of them.

As You Wish, Birthday Girl by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot - “What do you want for your birthday, sweetheart?” He whispers in her ear. "Just you.” It’s the same answer she gives him every year. "mm.” He bites down gently on her earlobe. “Pick a number between one and ten.” His voice is raspy with desire. Her voice hitches as he pinches her nipple and sucks a spot on her neck. “Six.” “Okay, that’s how many orgasms you’re getting.”“Mmm, sounds like a good day.” She lets her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the attention. "Not in a day, sweetheart. That’s how many you’re getting before you leave this bed.”

Black and the Dragon by SlytherinHermione - E, one-shot - “Hello lovebirds,” Sirius said nonchalantly, “What a great party it is.” He wasn’t joking, as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing and talking loudly. No one noticed them tucked away in the corner. No one noticed when Draco slowly trailed his hands down Hermione’s chest to cup her full breasts, and no one noticed when Sirius exhaled a lusty “Fuck”. “What are you doing Malfoy?” Sirius said, betrayed by the growing bulge in his jeans. Draco bent down close to Sirius’s ear to whisper, “I’ve watched you eye fuck my wife for a while now Black, and I think it’s time we do something about it.” (Draco/Hermione/Sirius)

The Best Memory by simplifiedemotions - T, one-shot - “Don’t make me emotional. I tried very hard to look pretty for you. ”You’re always beautiful.” “You’re inherently biased,” she says with a wry smile, then looks around them. “Now, what is this gift of yours? ”Making amends,” he says softly, and Hermione gives him a confused look. He looks behind her shoulder. Nods. "Making amends for what?” she asks, but before she can continue her line of questioning, Draco takes her gently by the shoulders and leans down to whisper in her ear. "Close your eyes.”

A Gift by Moonlight by Callmekiska (Rivers_and_Roads_3) - M, one-shot -  When Draco reaches his 18th birthday without manifesting into a Veela, they assumed there were no Veela's left; that is, until Hermione's 18th birthday.

Must Be the Whisky by In_Dreams - M, one-shot - Hermione sees Draco twice a year, at her birthday and his. Until that isn't nearly enough.

can't keep my hands to myself by kylomalfoys - E, one-shot - For Hermione’s 18th birthday, she only has one wish: to lose her virginity. Draco wants to take it.

Daddy's Birthday Girl by sarahsempra - E, one-shot - Hermione has grown used to spending her birthdays alone. Her mother is always away on work trips and most years those trips fell on September 19th. Why should this year be any different? Today she turns nineteen – nineteen on the nineteenth – her golden birthday. One might think that she would be extra disappointed in her mother for being away for such a momentous birthday. But no, that is not the case at all. Why should she care whether or not her mother was here when she had Daddy to make all of her birthday wishes come true?

Yes, Minister by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - A forty-three-year-old Hermione Granger-Malfoy sat back against her dragon leather ornate seat, staring out at her Minister's office.  Her vision hovered over the opposite matching dragon leather chairs, the framed photographs of her husband and children on her desk, staring at the different awards lining the shiny black tiled walls. She sighed heavily, rubbing her soft hand against her ageing face. There were probably better ways to spend a birthday, but she did have a Wizarding community to run, and what would it do without her? She thought to herself, chuckling as she stood and moved away from her chair, hovering around her office. But, at least, she had plans to spend the rest of her evening with her husband. However, Hermione wasn't aware that her husband had completely different plans for their night. A one-shot for Hermione Granger's 43rd Birthday (Draco/Hermione/Theo)

Chocksticks and Birthday Surprises by Halliwell19 - G, one-shot -  It’s been almost five and a half years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Hermione and Draco have graduated from the Uagadou School of Magic, he as a Healer, and Hermione with a mastery in Magical Creatures. They have since moved back to England and now living and working in London, he as a Pediatric Healer and her as the Assistant Deputy Department Head for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in the Ministry. Draco comes home after a long day to find his wife waiting for takeout.

Skipping Work by CosmicCthulhu - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger was notorious for her obsession with her work. Good thing Draco is there to remind her to take a break and have fun sometimes – especially on her birthday.

#hermione's birthday #dramione

[witch-sweets]

WHAT HAVE I DONE? I JUST WROTE A SUPER LONG FIC ABOUT QUEEN VANESSA THATS WHAT!

And it's a songfic

Also technically a horror fic because people die and stuff gets spooky

Please read the warnings in the tags before you read they are very serious

Killer Queen

"Earth to Crown boy!" The Prince snapped out of his thoughts "Sorry Lune!" "we have a test to do focus!" Right! he had completely forgotten. he was in the middle of studying the divorce process this was important! a smug smile appeared on his blue haired classmate. "your thinking about her aren't you~" Lune teased "how can i not!" "here we go again-" "she has beautiful silky blonde hair, she has eyes that shine like rubies, she is kind to all her subjects, her crown always sparkles-" "ok i get it your madly in love with her! some people aren't as lucky as you to score a literal queen!" "i mean she wasn't always a queen. i knew her before then infact! Ive know her for years." "If so then has she always been lovey-dovey around you?" The Prince looked at his classmate in confusion "what do you mean?" "its obvious she more head over heels than you are! it almost freaks me out how insanely in love she is!" he shifted his eyes away from Lune "i mean i guess shes always been like this even though i was the one to confess..." Lune looked at him with concern "just be careful ok? set boundaries, make sure she doesn't interfere with your life and your goals." "ok..."

"Princess ive returned!" the halls were silent claws marking the corridor. "i brought you flowers..." he said his voice unsure. "i thought you loved me!" even when she was upset there was still an air of elegance to her-wait upset? why was she upset? "my love what are you talking about?" he was confused to say the least. "YOU WERE HOLDING HANDS WITH HER!" "m-my love i dont know what your taking about how about we dicuss it over some tea?" "TEA WONT FIX YOUR TREACHERY!" he stepped back. ok maybe she was more upset then he thought but why? what did he do... "i understand your upset Nessa how about you explain what i did wrong-" an icicle shot up from the floor nearly impaling his chest right where his heart would be. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! YOU WERE WITH HER!" who was she talking about? "N-Nessa please lets try to handle this maturely-" he felt ice cold claws swipe across his cheek. there she was staring straight through his soul with gleaming ruby red eyes, her crown glittering against the ice haphazardly spread across the walls. "N-Nessa p-please?" "GUARDS! LOCK HIM AWAY I NEVER WANT TO SEE HIS TRAITOROUS FACE AGAIN!!!"

"Nessa PLEASE!" his screams were fruitless. tears began to trickle down his cheeks. He couldn't believe he fell for her-her perfect face, and sweet demeanor, and-and her crowns, and her manor, and those ruby red eyes! wait... no stay positive this will all blow over right? right. she would release him and apologize for her actions and they would hold hands under the moonlight and everything would be ok! right? YES! STOP DOUBTING! she didn't mean any of the things she said they had fights before and it always turned out ok! it was getting colder by the minute. it was spring though? unless she froze the entire manor in anger which he absolutely believed she would-wait no he didn't she was better than this... wasn't she? his thought flipped between blaming Vanessa and blaming himself to the point where he didn't know who's fault it was anymore. "VANESSA PLEASE CAN WE WORK THIS OUT?" it had been 2 years since he called her name but the situation was desperate enough to warrant it... it had been 1day and the dread was finally setting in... He wasn't getting out he was going to die down here but that didn't stop him from begging until his throat was sore and all he could do was cry. 4 days passed and he couldn't cry anymore all he could do was remain as he was until death claimed him... he had lost all hope. the 5th day exhaustion finally set in as the cold lulled him to sleep... for the rest of eternity.

it was a calm spring day in the village. Ivy had just sold some flowers to Prince and everything was normal... until it started snowing. the residents were confused. wasn't it the middle of spring? as the snow continued to fall a dark shadow set over the village. the storm started small beginning as a strange but tame snowfall but as time moved on the winds slowly grew intense and the snow soon flurried to the point it was hard to see, the wind so rapid it could blow away a small animal with ease. and then the ice began to appear. spiking out of the ground nearly impaling several villagers. as it spread throughout the village blocking any possible exits. and in that moment all HELL broke lose. The ice began to encase people everyone running in fear from the crystals cold grasp but it was futile as more and more people were encased in an icy demise. screams echoed through the woods as everyone ran and panicked in fear. until SHE showed up... a shadowy figure with tangled hair black as the void, long claws tipped with frost, and ruby red eyes gleaming with malice. deranged laughter rang throughout the land as more and more villagers were frozen solid. children crying, adults praying to whatever god was out there for mercy, people hiding anywhere they could all in futile attempt to escape the fate that awaited them. once the last child was frozen the Queen let out a mad cackle as she returned to her manor... the woods were quiet once more...

Hat Kid had no idea what she was getting into. the cold wasteland greeted her. It was nothing like the rest of the woods to the point she was unsure of her choice don't get her wrong she did NOT want to touch an outhouse but at he same time the icy graveyard that awaited her wasn't a very good alternative. as she approached the manor she could feel eyes on her but she didn't know where. there were those weird shaped ice spikes coming from the ground but they were just ice... right? walking through the cellar was nauseating she could barely stand. she heard voices from all around her. desperate screams for someone named Vanessa to come back and when the screams ceased she heard familiar laughter ring out from all around her. she plugged her ears but i did nothing to cease the manic echoey laughs. once she crawled out of the cellar she managed to stand back up and shamble towards a door strange whispering surrounding her as she limped. "WHOS THERE WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME!" she fell onto her back as the floor began to shake and a blinding red glare filled her vision. she tried to stand but she couldn't. a large shadowy figure lunged at her grabbing her by her neck and slamming her against a wall. ice began to creep around her as she screamed for someone-ANYONE to help her! but it was no use... she stared the monster in its ruby red eyes right before shutting them. she didn't want the last thing she saw to be a monster. The ice creeped further and further up her neck. she just wanted it to be over already she BEGGED for it to be over soon. she felt drowsy she could barely stay awake... it was too cold.

"should've seen her back in the day kid! like dynamite with a laserbeam!" the spirit taunted her. she was already having a hard time avoiding the security penguins. "WHO? WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IM KINDA BUSY RIGHT NOW!" she leaped across sandbags and rolled onto to next platform "oh nobody of importance i thought you knew that kid?" she didn't admit it but she did know who he was talking about. he was talking about the The ice reaper, The Ruler who snapped... The Killer Queen...

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit snatcher #ahit the prince #ahit queen vanessa #ahit hat kid #Cw death #cw child death #cw abuse #Lots of people die #Prince dies (obviously) #Hat Kid suffers #Angst #The ending is kinda cheesy but idc #Hat Kid experiences some creepy visions in the manor #Think that moment is chapter 4 of batim where all the inky hands reach out of the walls #Yeah she's experiencing that #I think we as a fandom should start calling Vanessa The Ice Reaper #Cuz it's sick as hell

[inventedfangirling]

i started watching Moonlight Chicken finally and my gawds do I love the colouring in it! love love love the warm tones and the beautiful background score that sets the stage for the show. love just how good earth mix and khaotung look. im so excited to watch the rest of this highly rated series that p'aof crafted BUTTTT i have a few qualms.

1. what is it about it always being dark whenever heart's house is shown? li ming leaves the diner in the noon but then it cuts to heart's house in the darkness of the night, like WHYYY.... im sure there are layers that im missing. like maybe the darkness is a metaphor for heart's life now that his parents have cut off his access to the world because of his deafness, maybe, but still it's a bit jarring but okay i can totally get over that, this other thing though.....

2. we're told that heart became deaf because of a disease a few years ago, but there is no explanation as to why he is mute? has he always been so? maybe it's explained later in the show, im only halfway through episode 2 so i know this might be jumping the gun but still, it was bothering me from the beginning, it has to be explained right? cos otherwise that seems like kind of a big hole to have in the setting of the show. and finally...

3. what the hell are people doing calling somebody as young and attractive and also extremely well groomed like Earth as UNCLE like hello how am i supposed to buy that😭

#thats it for now #moonlight chicken the series #moonlight chicken