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elvencantation · 1 month

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damsel liveblog

tbh my forward arrow fingers are itchy so im gonna be skipping through a lot of this

okay that opening quote was just tacky. we get it. we've seen the previews. youve made the point with the movie title

dude youve brought like twelve people to kill a dragon?? how badly do you want to die?

ooooooo i do love some mushroom arthictecture!! gimme more pls

also love how the fire almost looks liquid in some spots. or maybe thats the melting armor

oh look she's cutting wood she's not a regular girl

they did pick the right task tho chopping wood is kinda hot (see that one canadian lady on instagram)

why does her maidservant already annoy me? its cute theyre holding hands tho

i like their furs. giving stark family vibes

queen of aurea?? seriously??? queen of gold with ships of gold? how on the nose??? or is that the point

srsly giving reverend mother vibes with the 'your holiness' and matchmaking. or maybe ive just got permanent dune brainrot that's closer to the surface after seeing pt2 twice in imax

oooooo cool hair!!

WAIT THATS HER LITTLE SISTER? oh okay the side by side shots make more sense now

more cool hair i wanna see closer!!! and cute sibling interaction

OMG THIS LOOKS SO COOL I WANNA GIF IT

screen recording aquired, will link when i gif

i'd be annoyed at the parent's reactions to aurea if i didnt think about just how much it weighed on them to not be able to provide for their people

i need to take a break and go walk mom's dog

back after that and yummy dinner and just hanging out in bed with puppy and re-reading star wars time travel fics

love how the mountains are immediately ominous behind the beautiful manicured gardens and the stately if a little smudgy castle

AHA THERES THE HAIR!! WHAT BEAUTIFUL BRAIDS IM OBSESSED

lovely balcony and once again, ominous mountains! so pretty so pretty

also yes i know this is pretty basic symbolism but having her in full sunlight and the other girl in shadow? *chefs kiss* i love it every time

girlie why you drawing a labyrinth? i thought she was journaling or something

GOD I LOVE ROBIN WRIGHT. I WANNA SEE HER EVIL

excited to see what the labyrinth will be. boy be calling it a maze smh

awww i do love a good horse ride!! and they match! too bad he's about to toss her into a chasm like a sack of sacrificial potatoes

oh no did they brainwash her poor dad?? also my god stepmom is on fire with the braids and outfits

the cracks are starting to show. but seriously, forgetting the name of the girl youre about to sacrifice?? thats just plain rude

ahhh here's the scene i saw like five times on instagram

oh god please dont make the corset weird please dont say anything weird about it P L E A S E for the love of marzi!

did they give her a bodice dagger?? or was that just the sheath? i love it

ahhhh i do enjoy some nature inspired jewelry!!

also the red cloak!!! lovely

pretty pretty pretty!!!

ahhh the creepy gold masks theyre so intricate!!!

and robin is now a reverend mother too

ooooo what a pretty shot and i want her jewelry wow

ahhhh i do enjoy how subtly uncomfortable the prince looks

aha there we go. now the fun can begin!

oooooo look at all those coins

also a very pretty shot!

oooooooo i need to gif this bit too

WAIT THE DRAGON TALKS?!?!!?

my god the voice is stunning

MAGMA DRAGONFIRE THIS IS GORGEOUS (pausing for more screen recording)

looks like the maw of a dragon!!!

wait im sorry why's the other girl burnt and dead if its only 'once a generation'???

avenging angel vibes pls continue

ok yeah so it was only a sheath. too much to ask for for them to give her an actual weapon

what the heck was in that pretty filigree egg thing?? also i want one. its so pretty. i mean i know it was some kind of scent. convenient that it burns like a lamp XD

wow this movie is just feeding me lots of pretty visuals tyty

good thing girlie's got lots of upper arm strength from chopping wood!

yeahhhh make a bioluminescent lamp!!! and double win, she got rid of the second sleeve. much better now

wow im gay

magically healing bioluminescent non-oceanic nudibranches??

thats my new indie band name btw

please tell me shes taking some magic slugs with her. youre gonna be climbing spikes pls bring some healing with you

such pretty stabby crystals!!

once again looking like a maw. though this time more like the maw of a sandworm ;)

"three were taken three must be given" ???? excuse me

ah. they were dumb enough to anger a mama dragon. they deserve to die

tell me her dad aint gonna get him and his men killed

also damn she made it all the way up just to have to come back down

oh we finally get to see the dragon!!! goddamn. she looks like a scaly gryfon i like it

dont you guys dare kill the dad off just as i was starting to like him. dont do it

yeah i guess they realized they had to redeem him so his death would have impact. rude

girl take chekhov's sword!

ohhhh this is so pretty i think i gotta screen record it too

this is some pompeii shit. oh i should watch that movie its got two hot people in it

even cooler!!!

theyre just killing everyone?? thats boring

the mulan hair thing woulve been cool if i didnt daily put up my hair in a very secure bun without any pins or hairties that only works when your hair is like mid back length at least XD

its a miracle you didnt hurt your leg with you fell elodie

oh noooooo oh god that was so awkward i cant

why is this so awkward?? whats happening

like you ever did what you were told?? whats happening? whats with the pacing, the dialogue the blocking?? w h a t

why did they have to show the queen with her crown melting off for so long??

oh they match! nice

ooooooo pretty pretty

overall kind of a fun movie. dont think i'd watch it again. still need to watch i am dragon

#damsel netflix #damsel 2024 #millie bobby brown #angela bassett #robin wright #damsel liveblog #damsel reaction #blue watches

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mellointheory · 2 years

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Happy BHM! Hi! I'm Mello and I write fics mostly focused on the ppcrew members of the dsmp (Punz, Ant, occasional Foolish and Velvet as well). I tend to write a lot of religious themes and aus, and if I ever write a fic that does not involve blood or smoking in some capacity you will know that I have been killed and replaced. Here are some of my fave/best ones, with some snippets from them as well!

Hallowed Devourer, a gods and angels au where Punz is an angel of DreamXD wandering the mortal realm.

“I’ve cleansed you.” XD says in satisfaction. “Not a trace of rot remains. You’re pure now, and so I send you to those who are not.”

Punz reaches up and stretches his arms over his head, opens his wings wide until the feathers seem to reach from end to end of the island they stand upon. The hunger gnaws at his belly like a living thing.

“What do you want me to do?”

XD grins with the void of his face.

“Make them fear me.”

Broken Mirrors, Bleeding Hands, a himbros-focused au where Punz is a demon summoner and Foolish is his guardian angel

“Maybe it was compassion that I lost,” Foolish says finally. “But I don’t really know.”

“If you were really compassionate you would have just killed me by now.” Punz isn’t sure if they’re even being fair, but nor do they care.

“I will,” Foolish says gently. It sounds like a promise, and it’s more soothing than it ever really should be.

“I’ll kill you when you fall too far,” the angel promises. It’s the kindest Foolish has ever really sounded.

God's Favorite Angel, a canon compliant fic exploring the concept of Punz and Foolish as the favored entertainment of DreamXD

Punz forces one last breath into their fragile lungs and XD pulls them under.

It’s like being on fire, being submerged in that pool of bled gold, dragged in by the hand around their throat. Then an arm slides under their shoulders and lifts them from depths. Molten gold streams from his skin as XD bends over him. The god’s arms are wrapped around him, keeping him from sinking back under the surface of the pool. He’s whole again, fractured body healed by the liquid they float in.

“I can fix you,” XD says tenderly, setting Punz down. It holds out a hand to them, taking a step back. The surface of the pool ripples around its robes.

“And I feed you, that’s the way it goes.” Punz reaches up and takes his hand.

Rafflesia Hearts, a velvetfrost focused superhero au following villain Velvet and hero Ant as they get way too mixed up in both the Crimson and each other.

“You saw the video. I can’t fucking do that again. That’s not hard to understand, right, cutie?”

“Don’t call me–”

“I’m not trying to manipulate you. I’m being dead fucking honest here.” Rafflesia takes a deep breath and lowers his hands. His fingers wind around each other and for a moment he’s almost entirely motionless, just standing there and staring Ant in the eyes. “I need your help, Grimalkin. I need you to save me.”

Ant growls.

There’s no way he’s this weak, right? There’s no way he’ll just give in and agree again, help the desperate, shaking man who stands in front of him.

Right?

These are just a few examples of my more popular ones; I hope you enjoy!

#antfrost #punz #velvetiscake #dreamxd #foolish gamers #mello writes #dsmp fanfic #long post

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exalted-dawn-drabbles · 1 year

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HAP FRI HAP FRI “Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.” “Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?” for tal x calder?

Hehehehe I actually already started a lil drabble along the lines of this so I was able to sorta bend it to this prompt XD WORK SMARTER NOT HARDER! But anyway, enjoy! (It's a lil naughty cause dumbasses do be horny always)

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated M: Slightly suggestive themes, 510 words

Slow Dancing | by Exalted_Dawn

Talenna hid her burgeoning smile beneath a sigh. But still, she did not pull away.

“You’re drunk, ma lath.”

“And you’re ravishing. Doesn’t mean we should stop.”

His laughter, scented of berry wines and the late summer breeze, stirred against the crown of her head, hearty and warm and criminally endearing. It made chasing his hands from her waist, something she was hardly keen on to begin with, far more difficult a feat than it already was. His touch was insistent, and he held her close against his chest as they both swayed gently down alleyways, dancing beneath the light of the two moons.

The music had long since faded; swept away between hallways and shut doors as they had drifted farther and farther from the celebrations. Somewhere across the maze of stone and shingles, the bands still played and drinks were still poured, but they were a long ways from there now, and Calder was beginning to step on her feet.

"I beg to differ," she snorted, tilting her head to catch his gaze. "I won't be so ravishing when you fall over top of me, tipsy as you are. We may have survived the war, but that hardly means I can't be crushed to death under your fat arse."

“Nonsense,” he murmured, speaking kisses against her forehead. “You are ravishing, always. Especially whenever you wind up under me,” he added after a moment’s thought, gleeful.

She shouldn’t have, but Talenna couldn’t help but chuckle. Even drunk, the man was much too keen for his own good. Reckless and witty were a bad combination, and that was without any encouragement, liquid or otherwise. She shook her head, biting down on her lips to hide her grin. “I’m not doing this here with you.”

“Doing ‘what’ exactly?” His smile widened against her brow. His hand glided over her hip. “Slow dancing?”

Talenna scoffed, but she did not push him away. Instead, her eyes flicked to his, their bronze gold bright with knowing. “Is that really what we’re doing right now? We’re slow dancing?”

“Yeup.” The ‘p’ smacked on Calder’s lips. And he spoke it oh so confidently, too.

“Unfortunate,” she hummed, plucking at some invisible speck of dust on his shirt. “I was hoping for a different answer. After all,” she grinned up at him, her smile more wolfish now than his– fitting for her namesake. “You are a much better lover than you are a dancer, ma lath, and that's without the wine in your veins. I may have been tempted otherwise.”

And with that, she slipped out of his grasp and began to run, jogging across the cobblestones. Somewhere behind her, she could hear the man’s befuddled squawk, but she did not stop for it. He would be fine, she knew.

“Ir abelas,” she called, laughter like the unbound strands of her hair streaking out behind her. “But I won’t dance for all of Orlais to see! If you want a show, you’ll have to catch me in private first!”

And, well, Calder found his feet fast enough after that.

#dumbasses #dadwc #dragon age fanfiction #calenna

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dorki-c · 3 years

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Ms. Cheshire Cat

Characters: Dabi and Reader

A/N: Thanks for all of the support I’ve been getting! This one-shot was HEAVILY inspired by the song called ‘Feeling Good’ by Michael Buble- anyways Happy Christmas (or if you don’t celebrate Christmas, then happy holidays)! Btw, prepare yourselves for a lil bit of spice in this one-shot and remember to like, reblog, and follow me for more content!

Edit: I accidently didnt realise I spelt the title wrong XD Anyways hope you guys enjoy it otherwise!

Important note: Reader has cat ears and a teleportation quirk :D

It was the same boring day when the raven-haired man noticed his client had decided to hire another villain to work with him and the blonde gremlin- or as most people dubbed her ‘Toga’.

And if he ever said that this new recruit had made the day seem more interesting, that wouldn’t be a lie.

From that point onwards, neither of you realised that this sort of encounter would ensue many more meetings or as Toga likes to say, “lots of cheesy and gross flirting” because of the numerous times she’s walked into a room in the place of operation where either Dabi or (y/n) were roaming their lust-entranced eyes over the other person’s body.

Though once this normal day to day thing had ended when the client had no use for the crummy place. It was upsetting to say the least.

From each corner of the villain’s hideout, everyone had noticed Dabi’s change of behaviour after the mission was done and dusted. In the male’s head, he wasn’t annoyed that the job wasn’t thoroughly complete- that was Shigaraki’s reaction- but instead, with a shallow gaze down into the small shot glass swirling with the deep hazy golden-brown liquid, Dabi had thought of the many possibilities on when he could see you again.

Or how he could see you. But let’s leave those thoughts at the back of his head for now.

Throwing his head back, the burning liquid ran down his throat like the change of scenery around him.

He was no longer in the league’s hideout but instead in a largely owned villain nightclub- one that he hasn’t been to yet- although, it was only for a small errand of getting a folder of information because Twice couldn’t be bothered to get his lazy ass off the couch and additionally it would be good for him to “find other fish in the sea.”- quoted by that one marble guy (which Dabi can’t be asked to remember his name).

As minutes licked past in a slow languid fashion, the dangling golden dimmed lights strung up above the bartending station as the rambunctious gathering hole blared with music and the heavy smog of cigarette smoke.

Gripping the folder in his hand, Dabi thought to stay for a little bit. Maybe it will help him gain information on your whereabouts were, though it was difficult. Ever since Giran had informed the villain of your ‘in and out of existence’ behaviour being a normal occurrence for assassins, that still spurred him to the brink of exhaustion.

Closing his eyes when cocking his head backwards in an attempt to feel an exasperated sense of serenity in this unknown environment, when Dabi’s eyes circled in confusion at the appearance of another glass of vodka sitting cutely on top of the glossy lacquered redwood bar. It dawned upon him when the sticky warm breath of somebody’s breath tickling his pierced ear had angelically whispered “Aren’t you going to drink it?” that it was actually your voice.

“Is there poison?” Dabi muttered as two of his ten fingers grasped the clear shot glass that could’ve been mistaken to be empty if not for the reflection of the liquid inside of it. “No, baby.” Murmured (y/n) as two (e/c) cat ears flickered in anxious need for his hands to caress you once more.

“Good kitten.” He took his drink of victory, placed the glass down and leaned upwards to feel the pressure of your chest squeezing so right against taut shoulders. He didn’t care if those dangling illuminations had shined straight into his eyes because he had you locked in his grasp.

Slightly shaking hands reached up to feel the smooth texture of your ears resulting in your lungs releasing an unsteady puff of air when the atmosphere had stagnantly crumbled away in the wake of their minds resulting in (y/n) becoming lightheaded, causing the female to dip her head forward allowing her lover to please her more.

“Do you like that kitten?” She knew Dabi had a shit-eating grin on his face and she didn’t give a flying fuck. “Y-yes…” With the impossibly soft tug of the male’s fingers, when he sneakily pulled one of his hands away from your ears, he led you to a room. “Where are we going?” If it weren’t for your body being held close to his, Dabi wouldn’t have heard you.

Though he didn’t answer you.

Instead, your vision had given you the answer you needed.

Throwing yourself down onto the nightclub’s private bed, Dabi had closed and locked the door behind him.

It wasn’t long for two calloused hands to feel the familiar bumps of your pure untattered skin or have them crawl up against the smooth mesh fabric covering the majority of your body, only being held up by two thick but light weight chains of gold, where Dabi satisfyingly rests his fingers and glides his thumbs slowly down the buds of your body.

“I’m surprised,” He spoke first as (y/n)’s eyes hesitantly snapped up to meet his, “usually your feistier—” Let’s not forget how Dabi caught the narrowing of your eyes “Not like this is any bad, kitten…” Spending no time for you to give a response, he shoved his lips onto yours. Locking them in with the help of salvia, the villain spent not even a millisecond in taking those golden chains and moving them down your arms to reveal the jutted-out bones that shaped the collarbone.

Your skin was always tantalising for him to bite and mark. “T-that’s not fair…” Peeking your eyes open, the male’s outfit still remained on him as untouched as ever whereas he was slowly- most annoyingly- removing the scandalous dress that left nothing for the mind to think about.

“What’s not fair, kitten?” Under this dimmed lighting, you noted how his bright blue orbs seemed to emit some sort of glow to use as a tactic of submission. “Y-your t-teasing me…” Raising your arms upwards to wrap around the warm mounds, the slick sensation of a warm slippery organ ran itself along the thin helix of her ear where in that moment, a low chuckle bellowed out of Dabi’s throat.

“I thought you liked being teased?” All you needed to do is grab that folder and escape your lover’s grasp. Though that was proving more difficult than it was thought out to be.

The money that came with this incognito mission was something you desperately needed, but even then, what should you choose? Dabi or money? Love or wealth?

Maybe you could pick both? That’s what (y/n) thought, as she felt a warm digit press harshly against the nether regions of her body. Sure, the entrance to the forbidden cavern was blocked by expensive fishnet tights and soft cotton panties, but it doesn’t stop the slithering finger of the villain above her.

Dabi eyed the twitching ears and the flooding blood to (y/n)’s cheeks, “Kitten, you haven’t answered my question…” He also eyed the sporadic squirming of wanting some sort of release from a singular digit pressing against your body. Leaning forward to only allow your eyes to stare dead centre into his own with a hint of sobriety lingering. “Com’ on kitten,” It was only his voice that lured you into a true sense of serenity, “you don’t want to be a bad kitty, do you?”

“No, no, no, I don’t—" The words had squeaked through babbling curses as an advantage to him. “Then answer my question.” As harsh as before the separation, his actions further proved his meaning, though with that crazed pearly white smile, you weren’t sure what signal he was sending.

“I-I think. I d-do…” He simply shook his head.

“I need a clear answer—" She didn’t know at the time, but when the music in the nightclub had a bass drop hit from the band preforming as Dabi dipped his finger near her nether region- after wriggling under the cloth barrier- that was when (y/n) snapped out of her intoxicated state and teleported across the room with the folder sitting snug in her fingers grasp.

It was a surprise to Dabi. Darting his head towards the folder that was left unadministered on the side of the bed, it wasn’t there.

Instead, in the corner of his vision, there you stood; fully dressed before you entered this room and wearing a wide grin.

Jumping off the bed to get the folder out of your grasp, Dabi swiped at your illusions body. “Wrong move, baby.” Snapping his head towards the direction of Chester cat grinning lady dangling from the window by only her arms.

In a second, she was there. In another second, she disappeared.

(Y/n) was called Ms. Chester cat, for a reason.

God fucking damnit. How could he have let his horniness get the better of himself?

The next morning was another surprise.

With the throbbing of his head echoing like a traditional drum being banged against, the excuse he made to Shigaraki had been half-assed- considering he was cockblocked by his beloved kitten.

So, here he was sitting short-fused and tired. When Giran had opened the door to his working place room waving a very familiar coloured folder paired with a red stained kiss on it- Dabi may or may not have jumped to conclusions that you were playing with him.

“The fuck? You better not be playing with me, Giran.” Looming over the broker, he wasn’t impressed with whatever the fuck is going on.

Through the expression that he was receiving didn’t give him all the answers, the next sentence he heard was an impressively bold one.

“What?” Giran shrugged at Dabi, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Say thanks to your little lady next time.”

Huffing in response, Dabi gave Giran a dismissive wave.

“Well, she is a Cheshire cat, after all.”

Taglist:

@orenjineki, @haredabi, @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku, @glitterfreezed

#dabi mha #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabixyou #villain x reader #twice mha #mha fluff #mhaspicysmuttime #(Only a little bit of spice)#TW:alcohol #tw: mention of biting

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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years

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Random fic ask! Is there a favorite scene that you are particularly proud of in your fics? If so, which one is it?

Hello, nony! Thanks for the ask! Rambling about my stories is on a whole different level than rambling about individual characters for me! It's like utilizing the rubber duck technique! :D

So, this took me a bit since I have about three scenes I'm especially proud of due to structure and just overall dialogue, but this one particular scene from a five chapter drabble that was my first dip into smut has to be my absolute favorite. I legit re-read it to help me remember how to write. Honestly. XD

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“Aterian..”, Solas called out to the sleeping man once again, voice a touch louder this time as he leaned down to lay a light kiss against a freckled cheek. “..Come. Open your eyes for me.”

As if his words were some kind of command, Fane’s glimmering emerald eyes cracked open, albeit slightly, a hazy cloud of deep sleep masking the usual brilliance of liquid-like gold. Solas smiled more at that as he pulled back slightly to connect their gazes.

“Good morning, ma vhenan.”, Solas greeted the barely awake Elvhen dragon softly, stroking Fane’s cheek with a thumb. “Sleep well?”

Fane leaned into his touch easily before emerald eyes slipped shut once more, the curtain of sleep threatening to shade a draconic mind from the waking world once more. Solas chuckled with fond exasperation at that before moving his hand to cup the side of Fane’s head, brushing his fingers against the dragon’s pointed ear. Yes--this would be a battle, or more appropriately, a war .

“My dragon, I know you dislike early mornings, but this way, we have more time to ourselves before duties begin anew.”, Solas attempted to coax with a sweeter tone before leaning down further to lay a light, but loving kiss against slightly frowning lips.

The kiss had been a mistake, Solas realized because before he could sit himself back up, a heavy, muscled arm came up to gently yank him down. He let out a soft noise of surprise and confusion before feeling the softness of the bed he was now pinned down against, his face going blank. He was losing ground in this war already. That would not do.

“Aterian.”, Solas said with a fond, but warning tone, face still deadpan as he looked up at Fane, who’s own face was down turned into a slight frown. At least he had managed an expression to appear. A small victory.

Fane merely snorted sleepily, presumably at his tone of voice, before emerald eyes opened once more - a bit more this time as flecks of gold began to shine from the rising sun outside.

“Mm?”, Fane hummed out in question, finally deigning to acknowledge him as the arm that had yanked Solas down closed in to hug him close.

“It is time to get up.”, Solas repeated calmly, attempting to dislodge himself from Fane’s embrace with little success as his body still felt heavier than a lead weight, and from the sheer strength of the man responsible for that predicament in the first place. “Fane.”, he warned once more, pulling out his heart’s other name for a harsher effect.

“Mm-hm. I ‘eard ya the..first time..”, Fane’s voice finally eked out in a growl gruff with sleep, eyelids slowly slipping shut once more as he buried his face into the plush pillow more.

“Then you should be attempting to rise.” A warm feeling of affection filling Solas’s heart at the precious sight before him. He would never say it to Fane’s face, but his heart could be rather adorable at times with some of his softer habits. Fane’s grumpy attitude in the mornings was just one of those many soft spots.

“Mm-hm..” Another absent hum leaking out from slightly frowning lips as he watched Fane begin to drift away once more.

“Fane.”

“Solas, shut. the. fuck. up..”

Solas couldn’t help a small smile at Fane’s childish attitude. While his dragon did tend to wake up at the crack of dawn most days, that didn’t mean Fane actually enjoyed it. It was simply a routine for him. Years of living with a Dalish clan, and endless roaming practically warranted such a routine as hunts were best done in the early morning. It was a routine that only seemed to worsen with his role as the Inquisitor, however - the ancient man staying up far too late to pour over reports as well as his own research surrounding his kin while still attempting to help Solas, even if before this, he had lightly diverted the eager dragon. It was also a routine Solas knew was never broken unless Fane was exhausted , and judging by the way the large man was literally fighting to stay awake told him that that was the case this particular morning. Then again, they had indulged in various ways last night.

Perhaps, too indulgent, but I would not change what happened for anything. He thought with a warmer smile, eyes tracing the strong, but graceful contours of Fane’s face as they laid next to each other. He let out another quiet, fond sigh at the memory of emotional and physical connection before shifting closer to Fane’s muscled frame, laying a soft kiss against a bold jaw.

Well, what was the harm in a few minutes more? He would surrender in this war for just a few..

“Ma’isenatha..”, Solas purred out quietly, trailing more kisses along before gripping a pointed chin gingerly to direct Fane’s face towards his own.

“What?”, Fane growled out testily, eyes opening once more to weakly glare at him with a simmering ember of grumpy agitation.

Solas chuckled before releasing Fane’s chin to place it upon a sturdy neck. “Ar lath ma.”, he said tenderly. A simple truth that had long been denied in favor of grief born protection finally being said without fear or shame.

His words had the intended effect of drawing Fane’s attention away from sleep as he saw emerald eyes brighten slowly, an annoyed grimace turning into a faint, but tender smile.

“I love you, too..”, Fane reciprocated with a whisper, the arm around Solas tightening a bit more. Those words were better than any music as Solas returned his dragon’s soft smile with one of his own before leaning in to brush their lips together lightly. Perhaps he had won this war after all.

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Like seriously? I don't know how I wrote this. It just flowed so well, and since this story I've struggled with replicating it. I'm convinced I was possessed by a writing demon and then they got bored and left. XD

#asks #fanfic asks #thank you for the ask!#oc: fane lavellan #solavellan #solas #dragon age #like i love this story #i'm not even ashamed of saying that #it's my pride and joy!

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shadowdianne · 4 years

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So, apparently, I was tasked with something... xD

@allbutwrong. Your prompt went like this: narcissa gives a speech at draco's wedding and accidentally says hermione's name instead of draco's and then rants to hermione how they could never be till hermione shuts her up with a kiss

I’m just going to do what AJ here knew I was gonna to probably do and make both this and my former prompt related. Enjoy :P

The plates were empty, the glasses half-full and the air was filled with the scent of about-to-fall rain. Despite the ozone and humid blue, the sky was cloudless and Narcissa glanced up at it for a moment while the echo of the calling clink she had made with the aid of her wand and a glass, cursed through everyone’s tables. Conversations halting as shadows began to emerge like scurrying animals beneath the feet of those sitting and slowly turning to the matriarch of the Malfoy family, expecting, waiting, for the last speech of the night, the one that would mark the end of the banquet.

The blonde witch eyed her boy and the man at his side, their intertwined fingers, the subtle yet obvious mark on Draco’s neck as he tried to hide it with the collar of his shirt. She could do anything but smile as she felt Draco return a very similar look etched on his face, a squeeze and a graze of fingertips against darkened tuxedo, magic swirling against the fabric. With the same look, Narcissa moved and pivoted towards her right, catching everyone’s eyes, noticing that while, yes, the number could be feeble as opposed to what could have been before the war the mixed and yet trusting looks tasted much different for both her and the one who had already shared his vows with the dark-haired boy that sat next to him now.

It was bittersweet in a sense, but also rewarding, and the blonde woman could do nothing but start her speech, the one she had written and perfected for weeks now, with something less Malfoy, less Black, and more solely hers: A swinging motion, her hand hitting the dying light, the gold on her hand glowing momentarily while her eyes caught on the witch that, same as she had done three years ago, had been invited with the same polished piece of white paper, the same hex on the ink of the invitation of itself that she could remember for her as the younger witch had walked towards the second youngest of the Weasley family: red bursting on her cheeks, gorgeous enough to burn.

And, three years after that wedding, the one in where Narcissa had needed to walk away, line after line of words never said burning her tongue, her nostrils, her lungs, the brunette looked just as good, just as gorgeous, as she had done before. With silver and green in subtle details, with the lack of a ring on her finger, her marriage in shambles as the papers had echoed some “unreconcilable problems” amidst the Weasley-Granger household.

Mind blanking, tongue flat against her teeth, Narcissa let her hand fall once more and grasp the stem of her glass, the motion clunky but disguised. Blue eyes searching, the older witch took into the ones still glancing at her, the lag on her response minute and barely seconds but loud on the way her heart humped on her chest. Demanding just as it had done back in the day.

She had tried to revoke herself for the possibility of having a similar reaction, had worked and moved on with her life until the two months mark after the wedding, a bump and a casual way in where her name had been said the last signal for her dying resolution. She had been thrown in a series of decisions of dates and teas and laughter and friendship and, ever so steadily, she had seen the darkened eyes, the lack of sleep, the pursed lips, the word divorce being whispered. Not due to anything in particular, not because some horrible secret, some skeleton that would be best if it remained buried. It was, as Hermione would sometimes confide with tongue licking her lips, eyes lost, wand between her fingers, not a matter of disgraced cruelness but rather her own realization that friendship and fulfillment withing a relationship didn’t necessarily mean the same thing.

Despite of it, or maybe precisely because of it, she had remained as silent as possible, as just as possible. No one needed to repeat to a jailed intellect that they were being clipped off from their wings after they realized it, after all. She remained unshaken, silent, kind, and when Draco had told her about his plans of marriage, she had known what to do when the list for guests had rolled by even if the same concept of it burned the back of her eyelids.

And there she was now, eyes on Draco, fingers shaking slightly, voice enchanted so it could be whispered and murmured by everyone’s in the attendance. The grass beneath their feet lush, the earth amongst it, dry, the twinkling set of flaming stars above them all warm on their winking light.

“There’s braveness in love.” She begun, smile tensing her lips just enough. “During my formative years I was led to believe that love solely meant giving to the point of exhaustion and disappearance. Giving until there was nothing left of me for me to preserve. Love felt like a chore and in the same breath it burned brighter than anything else the moment I first laid an eye on the one you have in front of you. Because the second I saw him, the second I hugged him close to me, I realized that I could not merely put my love for him under the pretense of a chore in where my own soul was destroyed and given to the wind for it to judge me. “

Her voice sounded and echoed and she rolled her shoulders slightly, retaking her initial position, her heart beating wildly, quickly, not out of nerves due to the speech but the acute feeling of being watched, of Hermione’s eyes following her every word, her every move, her every sentence.

“I was wrong, and I got to learn as years passed. Love is not only fire, not only destruction and life wrapped up as beginning and end of a wand and a spell, though, but is also water, tranquil and still on its welcoming embrace. Love is not only the big actions, the ones we are forced to do or rather nothing else will be after we are done. Love is also the smaller decisions, the ones that are choices we take every day, every moment, every waking second. Love is the laughter and the shared glances and the touch of their skin against yours. Love is intimacy in not merely the option of being naked but also on the way her arms around you are enough for you to know you can close your eyes, and rest.”

She didn’t realize her slip until Draco looked at her, eyes open, skin white. She didn’t realize the slip until the pronouns rolled by her tongue when her mind flashed against her eyes, the glass falling to table, liquid sloshing, dripping.

She had been taught how to preserve the pretense no matter how the world around her was misshaped and hit. She felt her lips tremble, the point in where her eyes tried to focus fill with black dots that danced and mocked her. She felt a tremor on her spine, the questioning looks beginning to be thrown around. She had seconds, moments, and she could only refuse to glance towards where Hermione was sitting at. Decisions made on her mind’s eye.

Love. The word felt too bright, too strong, too full of implications neither of them were ready to consider. Yet that had been the word she had chosen for her initial speech and that word had been blurted out of her the second her mind had halted, left her bare. She felt the same ringing sensation on the back of her mind, the one that had made her get up and leave the moment the vows between Hermione and the Weasley boy had been exchanged. She felt weak and wrong. Something that made her skin prickle with the fear of not having the ready answer on how she needed to behave.

“Pardon me.” She finally said, voice weakened, brittle. “Seems like both the wine and the nerves have made my tongue not capable of proper pronunciation. I will let another voice to raise tonight. Have a good evening.”

She waited for the confusion to die and she turned, ready to disappear, to move back to the shadows and the blackened corners of not being noticed, when a hand on her forearm made her jump, the electricity deafening, the way her magic reacted, obvious.

And when she turned and eyed the now young woman, she felt her vision began to close in a tunnel-shaped one, the circles and black dots bigger, anxiety brimming on the back of her lungs, muscles seizing. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t answer.

“Narcissa?”

The younger woman’s eyes were doubtful and Narcissa could feel them full of questions and the never-ending nervous worry of having misunderstood what for her had been so painfully obvious it made her want to turn into ash. Younger and younger still, her heart beat and writhed, traitorous, and she closed her eyes and wished for not being there, amidst those who, even if had turned their backs to the now quickly retreating couple of witches as the rest of the speech was finalized and banquet terminated, were nothing but curious, noisy, who wanted to understand.

A feeling that, even if it pained her, was something Narcissa couldn’t blame them all.

“I walked away from your wedding the second I saw you in your dress.” The blonde finally blurted, blue against brown, magic so vivid it made her take a breath while she tried to focus on anything, something, aside of Hermione’s eyes on her. “I knew it back then; I hadn’t realized until then. I needed to leave, I needed to give you the space. Because there was nothing I could do, nothing I could ask…”

She was stopped by a hand and a smile, a set of eyes so full that they made her feel empty and about to explode.

“Nothing you could have asked?”

It was said in a soft way, timid, fragile, and Narcissa shook her head in a poor imitation of a “no” as her breath was stolen and her hands grasped, her lips pursed, her head tilted, a smile reaching Hermione’s lips and eyes.

“Nothing?”

The younger witch halted, mid-movement, mid-kiss, mid-air.

“Noth…?”

“Please.”

“Very well.”

#cissamione #prose #allbutwrong #love you

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love-and-anarchy-au · 3 years

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Love & Anarchy: Chapter 25

well well, here we are. one chapter behind from the last one of the season part. ace, i’m so emotional right now so i can’t say much (there’s many things going in my life as much as political as personal), however, this chapter does... calm me down (?) xd i swear this chapter was SO hard to write, as it is... heavy. there were many things going on in alec’s head and i had to portrait them all; i dont know if i did it well, so you’ll tell. warnings are down there, hope you have a nice wednesday; i’ll see you on 2021! <3

REMEMBER THIS AU HAPPENS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE THAT THIS ONE

Find out what this AU is about here

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WARNING: this chapter includes death, violence, murders and infanticide.

Tag list: @healing-winston-pratt @honey-hippie-harper @obsidianfr3sk @nodrianbcyes @everyone-has-a-nightmare @magykaldealings @nobellrenaissance @cerenoya @cassin-the-assasin @cindersnightmare

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Part 2: A teen named Ace Artino

17 years old Alec

Make it rain all the tears a prodigy ever cried...

A torrential rain lashed Gatlon, a rain so unusual for a city like this. While Gatlon City was a seaside city, and ninety percent of the time it was cloudy and humid, with its famous ‘friday showers’ (sudden rains that ruined weekend plans), it had never experienced a storm like that. Just going outside meant drowning because of the terrible and excessive amount of water that the sky was crying. Liters and liters in seconds, like jumping to the ground and swimming in a river (a very dirty one, by the way).

Just like he had asked Tempest.

A week had passed since Gatlon’s Bridge fell; a week that had been stretched like gum, to tell the truth. Alec and his Anarchists had already taken responsibility for such justified (and poetic; destroying bridges to recreate them) destruction by taking the highest-rated channel on public television and introducing themselves as the liberators of prodigies: the Anarchists. They had advocated for the rights of prodigies and for stopping the slaughter that happened every day, but since the warning, society had only become more hysterical and bloody. They were looking everywhere for Queen Bee, Tempest, Flower Power, but most of all, Ace Anarchy.

He was the one who had stood in front of the camera with his helmet covering his face and giving him an identity at the same time. He was the one who had exposed himself to all of Gatlon City, floating in the air as if he were the air itself, breaking a bridge like someone would crush a cookie until the only thing left were crumbs.

So he was constantly mentioned in the newspapers and on television; the government offered a reward of a million to whoever captured him, like an animal.

But no one knew his face, and he had been careful to wear gloves during the assault, like everyone else.

Also, the people who called him ‘Ace’ were either dead or had agreed to call him ‘Artino’ until they brought that society down once and for all.

That was the reason why it rained.

For the second phase of the plan.

Government.

Henry Bleach and him were sheltering in an alley near Mayor Robert Hayes’ mansion. They were soaked to the bone, but they were so angry, so indignant, so vengeful, that when the water touched them, it evaporated and returned to the sky. Alec’s fists were clenched like presses, and Henry was holding his jaw. They waited for Margot's signal to proceed, as she would tell them when the mansion's telephone line and power had been cut off.

Enjoy it, Ace.

I will.

Alec collected all the sadness he had been keeping to himself since he was five years old, and exchanged it for anger and revenge, like someone who exchanges a coin for a foreign one. He replayed Julieta’s death over and over again; how he had been unable to do anything, how they had not cared about murdering a human being at all. He also remembered Alexandra, her screams, the insults from the crowd, the lack of mercy. Blood, blood, no individual in society was innocent. Mercy, mercy, no citizen had any mercy.

He wouldn't have it either.

Lightning tore through the sky like an electric cobweb.

Henry groaned.

It was their signal to proceed.

They walked (swam) out of the alley, stepping in puddles so deep that their boots could have caught fish as they were filled with water. The street was deserted, like an ocean in the death of the night, and the lights were overshadowed by the amount of water. Henry and Alec headed towards the metal gate of the Victorian mansion. Alec could perceive cameras (metal, plastic, cables, glass, more cables) but his Anarchists had cut the power and the telephone lines, so before the power cut off, the cameras had been deactivated without calling the police, unlike what would’ve happened if they hadn’t planned or thought about it. Henry melted into lava; one second he was a human and in the next one, he was a red, black, orange, very dense liquid. He slipped under the bars, to reappear on the other side; he was so fast that there wasn’t a reaction when the cold water came into contact with the hot lava.

Alec smiled and opened the lock with his invisible hand. He followed Henry out onto the porch, where they took a deep breath and shook the water from their bones.

They looked into each other's eyes for a second and confirmed they were indeed going to do what they had planned to. There were no doubts in either eyes, so Alec opened the door again and they found themselves inside the huge mansion. They were in a hallway, from where they could see a larger room with marble stairs and another exit that led to the main dining room. Both Henry and him had memorized the map of the entire mansion.

They looked at each other once more.

Alec claimed the mayor.

Henry conceded that to him.

They went up to the second floor, being many times about to fall down the stairs, since water and marble were not a good combination if stepping firmly was what you were looking for. Upon arriving, they realized the second floor was just as pretentious, even in the dim light. There were gold mirrors and expensive pictures on the walls, the floor was so carefully polished you could see your reflection on it; only their shadows would be witnesses of what was meant to happen that night. There were ten rooms on this floor, but Alec and Henry were only interested in two, specifically.

And they were in front of them.

Alec gulped hard, bringing all of his anger up to his throat.

He closed his eyes.

He would have no mercy.

No. Mercy.

Kill them slowly, the voice in his head asked, and he thought it was more than fine, it was perfect.

They entered the mayor and his wife’s room without bothering about being silent; they didn't care about anything ever since they had destroyed Gatlon’s Bridge. It was too dark to see anything, but Alec knew where Robert Hayes and his wife were, covered in cotton and silk blankets. The Anarchist closed his eyes and, with his invisible hands, took the sheets, wrapped them around the monsters’ necks, and pulled like someone would pull a rope to strangle something, someone. If the two of them were sleeping so soundly that they couldn't hear their door slam open, the lack of air did wake them up. One second after that, they began searching for air like fishes out of the water; they squirmed, tried to say something, put their hands around their necks to unsuccessfully try to get rid of their murderers, but the sheets were tightening harder and harder...

Their necks snapped, their skull collided with their spine, and they died.

Just like that.

It had been so easy.

It had felt so good to experience power in his skin again.

Alec's lips trembled, trying to process all the fullness of using his powers as a demonstration that he was not weak, that he was not a rat, that he was much more than just a prodigy to free...

Suddenly, Henry pulled a knife out of his pocket and started stabbing Mayor Robert Hayes corpse’s chest, over and over. He was rampant, avenging the death of his little brother, who had been born with wings; that same brother who had been ordered to be executed by those who had sworn to protect lives instead of taking them. He had witnessed his death and had been unable to do anything at all...

Alec left that room, leaving Henry to free his monsters in peace. He had already locked his own and they were safely in a cage deep within his soul.

Two victims still remained.

Across the hall were his next crimes, so he went in that direction. His feet hit the marble and as they were wet, they generated sounds similar to those he had caused when Gatlon’s Bridge collapsed; splash, a family drowns in the river, splash, a prodigy lives one more day. They were necessary sacrifices, since you couldn't grow without letting go. With his thoughts, he was every step more certain of the atrocity he was about to commit.

Atrocity, no. Indispensable sacrifice, he corrected himself.

He nodded to himself, and opened the door with his mental hands.

The room was painted in pastel colors, vaguely distinguishable in the dark. There was a bed and a wooden cradle, with two children sleeping peacefully. Alec groped in his right pocket for the gun Margot had lent him (he didn't want to know where or how she got it); he wanted to commit these murders instantly, without turning, with one strike.

He gulped hard.

Think of Julieta.

He thought of Julieta, and he was corrupted with sadness. He instantly changed it for anger, in the blink of an eye. His knuckles tightened on the gun’s grip; he had never used one but knew how to use it thanks to Margot's explanation.

He did not think of Julieta's opinion of what he was about to do.

Oh God...

Think of Alexandra.

He thought of Alexandra, and this time he was already filled with fury directly. Heat rose through his fingers, ran through the bullets, his blood, his eyes...

He didn't think about what she had once said, on the river’s shore.

Violence makes more...

Think of James.

He thought of James and a groan escaped from his throat. He unhooked the gun, loaded it roughly, and took aim, not knowing what he was aiming at; he would deflect the bullet with his mind.

He thought about what James would say (and what his mind was saying), and it echoed back in his mind.

At all costs...

Pull the trigger, Ace.

He didn't doubt anymore.

He shot.

The bullet reached its destination by art of his powers: the temple of one of Robert Hayes’ sons.

The other woke up and tried to scream/cry/process what was happening, but Alec was faster and the next second he was dead. This time he did aim with the gun and not with his powers.

Two more sacrifices to the count.

They couldn't take the risk of letting the mayor's children live; they were innocent at the time, but until when? Also, if they lived, they might want revenge on Alec at some point in their lives and he couldn't risk that.

He had no regrets at all for what he had just done.

Every cause implies sacrifices...

His cause was not an exception to that rule; rather, it was the motto of their cause. He would make all the sacrifices that he had to make to set prodigies free.

At all costs...

Henry came into the room and shook his head. Alec nodded.

He left the bodies behind, and returned to the room of his third murder. He wrapped the bloody blankets around the container of who had been Robert Hayes, and made it levitate. He went down the stairs accompanied by a bleeding ghost and reached the corridor, where his friend even more covered in blood awaited them.

Henry smiled.

Alec did the same behind his helmet.

Phase two was not over yet.

They were all gathered in the Gatlon’s news building.

Carrie Harper, alias Flower Power, in a jean bodysuit, which had a flowered chest pocket, her hair tied in a loose ponytail, rubber boots covering her feet, and a white face mask covering her face.

Honey Harper, alias Queen Bee, in a yellow and black sequin dress, an anti-gravity hairstyle, and an impractical pair of heels.

Margot Climat, alias Tempest, was almost dressed as a pirate: beige pants to the height of her ribs, a white silk shirt, black leather buccaneers, a huge coat that could be buttoned up in a dress, her hair tied in a long, gray braid, and a wide-brimmed black hat.

Bruce Chapman, alias Atomic Brain, in his coat, white shirt, tie, office pants, lab goggles and his ash blonde guidy jaff.

Henry Bleach, alias Magma, with clothes dyed red, and hair billowing like raging flames.

Leroy Flinn, alias Cyanide, in his dirty robe, frayed jeans, and faded gray T-shirt.

And Alec James Artino, alias Ace Anarchy, in his black and gold uniform, with a long black robe on top, like a cape, and his gold helmet like a crown.

They were all ready to spread panic, once and for all and forever.

“Is the camera ready?” Alec asked.

Leroy nodded.

Because that's why they were there for: to publicly announce the murder of Mayor Robert Hayes, take responsibility for it, and finally start the anarchy that this world needed once and for all.

“Let's do this,” Honey said, applying a little honey to her lips.

The camera was ready. Alec touched ‘play’ with his invisible hands.

A red light came on and the screens in front of them dimmed as they were in the dark.

Alec leaned out, his golden helmet covering his face.

“Good night, citizens of Gatlon. We hope you’re having a pleasant evening, just like us. In fact, we are having the best evening of our lives, an historical evening.”

He paused and Margot showed herself, covered by her dark hat.

“We hope you understand our decisions tonight, and also that you can appreciate what we are doing (and what we’ll do) for you, only for you.”

Carrie stepped into the light, her eyes gleaming from the spotlight.

“We are talking to you, prodigies.”

Honey and her sticky smile were visible for the camera.

“Poor us! All of our lives living in the shadows, being burnt on the streets, being murdered with no shame,” Honey pretended to wipe away a tear, and frowned, looking at the camera. “Not. Anymore.”

Henry continued the speech, now directed at non-prodigies.

“We are prodigies, not rats, damn. We are humans, like you are. Then why do you keep treating us the way you do?”

Bruce, with a sad but stern expression, demanded:

“We demand rights for every prodigy. Justice. Equality. Freedom.”

Alec spoke again.

“You must know us as ‘the monsters that destroyed Gatlon’s Bridge’. In comparison to what we have done, to what we’ll do, that was just a warning, a tiny spark. For every prodigy you kill, for every prodigy you mistreat, we'll do the same with you. We warned you and you didn’t listen.”

Alec brought the chair where the dead mayor was sitting to light.

“May I introduce you to consequences.”

The corpse of the mayor was shown before the cameras, giving a terrifying spectacle. His mouth ajar, his gaze lost, his chest full of blood, his skull hanging like a puppet without a puppeteer.

“We will do this as many times as we have to, until us prodigies have the rights we deserve.”

Leroy showed himself, finally.

“Prodigy for non prodigy, as many times as we need to.”

They paused.

“I’m Cyanide, and I’m your poison.”

“I’m Magma, and you won’t catch me.”

“I'm Atomic Brain; I’ll destroy to create.”

“I'm Tempest, and I hope you drown in my rains.”

“I’m Flower Power, don't underestimate me for my name.”

“I'm Queen Bee, the greatest queen ever seen by you.”

“I'm Ace Anarchy, ready to leave only chaos and destruction behind my step.”

“We are the Anarchists,” they chorused.

Alec looked at the camera, though it couldn't see his eyes.

“Join us in this revolt. Rebel against the one that pushed you. Break everything you have to break to be heard, to be seen. Burn what burned you, to ashes.”

“Welcome to the Age of Anarchy.”

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AMV process...

I’m not sure many people often think about the process that goes into editing fast-paced videos, and to be entirely fair neither did I before I got into it as a hobby. XD

But with that, I thought it may be interesting to pull back the curtain a bit and share some of my mental process/decision making while editing. So letsgo!

To start, I must be entirely honest: I am currently cursed with the grungy piece of trash software that is iMovie. Adobe Premiere is my preference, but dear goodness it’s too expensive for me now that I’m not getting a student discount anymore. But honestly, I think that really gives credit to iMovie about how much it can do, despite its lack of features. If you’re really savvy with it, there’s a lot of functionality you can squeeze out.

Where it makes me cry, however, is how it only allows chronological editing.

Basically, I had to put in every single clip one by one IN ORDER. I can’t float clips I want at a minute forty seconds and then return to the very beginning to edit there. This is a huge disadvantage of iMovie, along with its weak ass transitions. Despite this, I thankfully found a way to make it work.

So! I’m gonna look at the Oh No! AMV I just finished. First off, when I select songs, I try to pick ones that have lyrics I can outright match thematically relevant clips to. The more lyrics you can match up, the better. Second, songs with strong beats are the best candidates to edit to. A strong downbeat helps give good transition points. Thankfully, this song had both.

In my mind, the best AMVs tell a story. Thus, while considering clip choices I wanted to both reflect the lyrics and also drive the video’s narrative of Steven’s plunging mental state further. One of the ways I worked to do this was by switching up the meaning of one of the lyrics in the chorus each time it showed up...

“I know exactly what I want and who I want to be.”

1. In the first instance, I used a bunch of clips where Steven appeared lost, flustered, or confused to push the sheer irony of this statement for him. Because at this point in his life, he doesn’t know what he wants, not at all. It’s a statement laced with spite and sarcasm.

2. The second time the chorus hits, it’s Steven- still every bit as lost and confused as he ever was- realizing that what he wants is to be Stevonnie forever. The clips are all proposal/Stevonnie focused here.

3. In the third chorus, Steven has now convinced himself that who he wants to be is... a monster. Because that’s what he feels he is. I swapped it back and forth between Steven having a bit of a mental break in Everything’s Fine and Kaiju Steven to really push that he only appears like this because he’s successfully convinced himself of it.

I made a lot of active lyric-matching choices like this throughout the editing process, but this was one of the biggest ones.

One of the others I’m particularly proud of was matching up the last “I’m now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy” to three consecutive clips of Steven standing in craters of his own making.

That’s one of the other places where AMV making is fun- pulling in the parallels! Sometimes while editing you notice moments of thematic parallelism you don’t notice on first watch.

Okay, so beyond matching lyrics... what about clip choice? How do you pick clips that are gonna make the video really pop?

Here’s a few tips I’ve picked up from over time:

Avoid using a surplus of clips where characters are doing nothing but talking. This is especially important when you’re not incorporating audio clips from the show in your edits. This is because tiny lip movements can often distract against the song’s beat.

If you DO have clips where the characters’ mouths are flappin’, do your best to at least sync it up with the rhythm! Or else, sometimes I outright edit the order of the frames to make it look like they’re lip syncing, ahah.

Seek out clips with strong movement. Feet stamping down. Arms swinging wide. Eyes dawning with horror. Use those movements to emphasize the downbeat.

Clips that have strong movement AND already incorporate “camera” movement are liquid gold. Protect and use these hummers. By camera movement, I mean... the POV pans or zooms in and out. Those look extra sexy in video edits.

Timing? Transitions? How the hell does any of that work?

Gonna be real here. Timing is a bitch. I can’t even count how many times I’ve rewatched portions of this video, constantly making tiny spot edits over and over and over again. It’ll honestly probably never look 100% perfect. I eventually just have to call it done for the sake of my own sanity. Fast-paced video edits are tricky because it has to both stay on beat, and be clear enough that viewers aren’t lost with the speed of the transitions.

A few things I’ve come to find helpful...

Don’t overdo it with the fancy transitions. In my latest video I’ve got a few cross-zooms, a few slides, and one funky mosaic thingy. But mostly, I just let the bulk of my clips sit side-by-side. Hard transitions are really crisp. You really can’t beat them. Save the fancy ones for moments you really need a bit of extra pop.

I honestly speed up almost all of the clips I use. It depends on the kind of song you’re editing to, but for fast edits this helps keep everything up to tempo.

Smash-zooms. A lot of the time, I split longer clips halfway right on a down beat and then crop the second half so it’s zoomed in. It gives a fun bounce to your video.

Anyways, in the end- video editing is as much about the audio as it is the video. Let the music flow through your soul, kiss your creativity free, and go feral with it! It’s a whole lot of fun, if you ever wanna try playing around with it.

#jen rambles #long post

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years

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The Prince of the Sea and his Child of Fire - Epilogue (Rated NC17)

Summary:

Blaine is a water sprite, prince of the undersea kingdom and sole heir to the throne. Five days away from turning seventeen and his big coronation, he decides to take a journey to the surface, to seek out a legendary flame said to be tended by an evil witch. Instead of a witch, he finds something else entirely ...

Kurt is a fire fairy, prince of a race of fire fairies and heir to the throne. Five days away from turning seventeen (on the night of a full solar eclipse when he will transform and become king), he sees for the first time in his life a water sprite - a member of a race that he's been raised to hate.

What will happen when these two mortal enemies fall in love? Is there any way for them to escape destiny and be together?

Read on AO3.

Epilogue

Kurt anxiously taps his feet and flutters his wings as he watches the sun sink toward the horizon.

“Come on, come on, come on, come on …” he mutters as it slowly drops from the sky, melting into a puddle of gold as its rays come in contact with the water. Kurt counts the seconds as the last of the light touches the land, spreading out, racing across the ocean with fingers of champagne pink, the sky fading into a broad palette of purples and blues that bleed out the night.

“Yes!” Kurt cheers, preparing to leap from the throne room window and soar into the sky.

“Kurt!” a voice whines, catching him before he leaves. “When are you going to let me out of the palace?”

“Ugh! Rachel!” Kurt groans, almost falling from the window’s ledge. “Not yet, my darling. You are still too weak. Besides, there is no flame to tend. You are fine indoors for a few more nights.”

“Hmph! You’re worse than Mother. Even she wouldn’t have kept me locked up half this long,” Rachel pouts, plopping down in Kurt’s throne and kicking her feet, her heels scraping the floor.

“Yes, well, you don’t know the things that Mother would have done,” Kurt mutters. It’s been weeks since his coronation, and Rachel has been slowly recovering from the horrendous coma the Eternal Flame had put her under to save her life. Now, with the flame safely beneath the water, lending its life to the world from the center of the Earth, the job of Royal Fire Tender is extinguished, and Rachel can focus on the task of being a young, carefree fairy.

A gift that Kurt was never given.

Rachel’s grieving has been long and difficult. Ergo, he’s decided to give her time before he fills her in on everything she missed when he became king, especially with regards to their mother.

Kurt steps out onto the air, spreading his wings in the cool breeze, letting it hold him aloft.

“Kurt!” Rachel calls out, her rough voice summoning her brother back before he has the chance to fly away.

“What?” he asks impatiently, hovering just outside the window.

Rachel’s grin is weak from her convalescence, but sincere with her love for her brother.

“Tell Handsome I said hello.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, glad to have his sister back to taunt him to no end – king or not. He blows her a kiss, waves one final good-bye, and pushes off the wall of the palace, sprinting for the water. Over the surface of the ocean he flies, the swells parting as his wings beat against the breeze, the light from his body glittering like the stars on the water, calling forth his one true love.

Blaine can see Kurt’s light from anywhere beneath the water - from the darkest reaches of the farthest abyss, even the other side of the world. Not before long, the Great King of the Sea answers, his sleek, muscular body rising up from the waves to chase his Fairy King. Kurt zips through the sky, cutting between the rising waves, laughing and bobbing just out of Blaine’s reach.

“Come on!” Kurt twirls upward, barely escaping Blaine’s grasp. “You’ve got to do better than that if you want to knock me out of the sky!”

“I’m not trying to knock you out of the sky,” Blaine chuckles, launching through the water, diving down deep, then rising up into the air to grab Kurt around the waist. Kurt plays at struggling to break free, but he eventually surrenders … like he always does. The water pulls Blaine back down, and Kurt lets Blaine take him with it. In Blaine’s arms, the water rolls off Kurt’s skin, his wings and his flesh barely wet by the time Blaine’s wave carries them to the shore of a distant island and deposits them on the sand.

The island is a creation of Blaine’s – a gift to Kurt for his coronation. It started life as a massive rock embedded in the ocean floor, miles wide, that would have eventually floated free if not for a single tether keeping it wedged inside a crevasse. Blaine released it and, with Kurt’s help, they established new life on its surface – grass, trees, and flowers of every color, but mostly roses.

Hundreds and hundreds of roses.

“You cheated!” Kurt squirms to stand, but Blaine wraps his arms around him, locking their bodies together as they lay out on the sand.

“I did not,” Blaine says, pressing cold lips against Kurt’s warm neck, smirking when Kurt’s eyes go from sea blue to liquid silver with desire. “I won fair and square.”

“You call that fair, you brute?” Kurt moans when Blaine finds a sensitive spot on his shoulder and runs his tongue over it. “You tackled me!”

“And you loved every minute of it.” Blaine continues his assault on Kurt’s skin until it’s hot to the touch. Kurt tries to argue, but soon abandons any attempt at speech. Blaine loves having Kurt like this – lying on top of him, the heat from his skin countering the cool of Blaine’s body, making everywhere they touch each other tingle. Kurt relaxes as kisses become softer, gentler. Kurt curls his wings over their heads, creating a private corner of the world where they can be absolutely alone - where even the stars can’t see them.

One particular star especially.

“What did you want to do this evening, my liege?” Blaine asks, not sure whether or not he’s going to get a coherent answer.

“Are you making fun of me?” Kurt asks, looking into Blaine’s bioluminescent eyes with mock offense.

“Not at all.” Blaine runs a hand up Kurt’s back, trailing light fingertips between his wings, causing them to tremble. “Tonight, consider me your humble servant.”

“Servant I’ll believe, but humble - never.” Kurt laughs. Blaine attaches his mouth to Kurt’s chest and kisses him hard. Kurt hums with every press of Blaine’s lips against his skin, considering Blaine’s proposition.

“You’ll do anything I want?” Kurt asks, carding the fingers of both hands through Blaine’s sandy hair.

“Anything. Just name it.”

Kurt knows exactly what he wants. He bites his bottom lip as he tries to find the right way to ask.

“Do you remember that night in the meadow when we …” Kurt drags out the sentence, the blush on his entire body becoming deeper and deeper.

“A-ha,” Blaine says, provoking an already flustered Kurt.

“You called what we did an expression of love,” Kurt reminds him.

“Yes. And I’ll remember that night for the rest of my life.”

“Well,” Kurt continues, raising a hand to trace circles over Blaine’s heart with the tip of his finger, “remember when you said that was one of many?”

“Yeah …” Blaine smiles wide, rolling Kurt gently onto his back in the sand, giving him a moment to carefully unfurl his wings before he sets him completely down.

“I thought, maybe, you could show me another one.” Kurt’s eyes cool as they focus on Blaine’s mouth, his lips curling devilishly at the edges when he smiles.

“Oh Great Fairy King,” Blaine whispers, brushing Kurt’s lips with his own. “Your wish is my command.”

The end.

***Notes: So this is the end of the main story. There are two one-shots following this that are simply "this is more fluff after HEA" xD

#klaine #klaine fiction #klaine fanfiction

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rainbow-filmnerd · 4 years

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Another Top 5 Favorite Sanders Sides Videos (3/5)

In honor of the one-year anniversary of me watching Sanders Sides for the first time and becoming a Fander, I’ve decided to count down ANOTHER Top 5 Favorite Sanders Sides videos! If you didn’t see a video you think I should have discussed, be sure to check out the first list!

#3 is... “Putting Others First - Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux”

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GENERAL THOUGHTS

This one ranked a little lower because of two reasons. First, I was kinda missing Virgil, but that’s just me being picky about wanting my favorite Side to appear. And second, I had a bit of trouble processing everything after the video was over. So much has happened, and I couldn’t register everything from the first half of the video as I watched the second half. XD

However, despite that, it was such a great episode! A lot of emotional moments will likely be addressed in future episodes, and from my understanding, there’s only a couple left in this second season. I really did admire the fact that some of the scenes were parallels to SvS. Just overall, one heck of a doozy!

FAVORITE PARTS/LINES OF DIALOGUE (in no particular order)

That 8-bit video game art. John Stratman, that work that was put into this video to bring the video game aspect of it to life was AMAZING!

All the cameos of Leslie Odom, Jr. Now, I’ve never seen or heard Hamilton, but I think it’s cool that Thomas got him to be featured in this video.

All the “F” jokes and f-bomb teases. Also, I like the gold coin as the censor beep.

“I don’t want Thomas to croak! That’s my job.” *croaks*

Janus’s name reveal. Not something I saw coming, but what kinda threw me off was Roman’s reaction. But that was because I didn’t realize that it was “Janus”, the two-faced Roman God, and not “Janice”, the Friends character portrayed by Maggie Wheeler.

Janus snapping back wasn’t any better, but it was still an impactful moment.

“We should start looking into ways to PREDICT THE FUTURE!!!” “No!” And then whatever Roman said in that voice.

“Video games mean so much indoor time, that they should cause a little OUTDOOR time! Don’t you think?” “Ehhh…”

Patton hopping aboard on the “taking terms too literally” train after Roman asked Thomas who “gave him the jump” when his car broke down.

“Okay... I understand, now, that I have been.... a little-.” “Much?” “The mayor of Much-kin Land?” “... Sure.”

Patton and Janus’s interaction at the endcard scene.

Janus’s “Ah, d-d-d-d-DOY!”

“Jesus Christ Superstar!” That just reminds me of my Dad, because he likes that musical.

“Roman... I only mean well when I say... that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”

The 8-bit video game music. From the theme song, to the main score for the characters. I love that detail.

“He’s the actual snake on the plane! And I, for one, am tired of this MORALITY-FIGHTING snake on this METHAPORICAL plane!”

Patton calling out Thomas for not getting up sharp by calling it, “6am dull”.

“By the liquid lipstick of William Shakespeare...”

Roman’s cat-filled apartment scenario.

“Especially to Mrs. Snuffles. More like Mrs. Sniffles! Because of the allergy...”

Just the overall video game theme in this video. I got a few of the game references, but not all of them. I don’t really play video games. :P

“I mean... there’s an obvious right answer here.” “Please don’t tell me you’re going to wrestle Tony award-winning actor Leslie Odom, Jr. for a hot dog.” “What?! No! I’m going about my day!”

All the callbacks and references to Thomas’s works and the little cameos of his friends!

“Well, when is it enough?!” “.... Trees?” “No! Selfishness!”

Patton having his eyes closed when he says that “doing nothing is worse than doing something good for the wrong reasons”.

“Like, you’re such a Dad that it’s too much to handle sometimes.”

Janus’ entrance/reveal in this video. I think it’s my favorite entrance of his of the series.

“Ooooh! Ooooh! Reptilian Rapscallion! Reptilian Rapscallion! We got a Code Yellow!”

Patton misusing “factoid”.

“People are being hurt by this reptilian with scallions.” “No.”

Janus before he sank out. I am still a little wary about him, but oh my gosh, he was a complete DORK in that scene.

“Don’t make me regret trusting you! I don’t want to be stuck with an evil snake boy!” “You’re not stuck with an evil snake boy.... You’re just stuck with a snake boy.”

Roman trying to read the text on Logan’s Lowdowns, but it goes by too quickly. Every gamer’s struggle.

“Sometimes, we get this.” “A bagel?!” What?! No. Maybe.” I didn’t realize it was a parallel to the Valentine’s Day video, but it’s still silly.

Logan’s Nietzsche impression.

“He does have a stu-uper duper unique mustache.”

Every time we get to see one of “Logan’s Lowdowns”. Felt kinda sad that he feels like he could be a bother, but it was still cute to see an 8-bit Logan (and Janus disguised as Logan).

“I think I understand what it means... Deceit being a part of me.” “That’s cool, talk about me like I’m not here.”

Roman’s exit is HEARTBREAKING!!!

Logan’s “I’m so f**king done” face when Thomas said he “wouldn’t be wrestling Logan for a hot dog”.

Patton’s breakdown. The entire scene and the transtitions.

“So, that rule trumps the other rule?” “Roman!” “Eh?!” “You know we don’t like to use the “T” word in this house.” “Oh, sorry!”

Roman mouthing, “behooved”.

“Three out of four of those are normal for me... Do I have hypoxia right now?”

Thomas’s score (80085) and time (limited/being lost/poorly spent), and the 8-bit portrait of Janus.

“I don’t want to make you think you’re some-.” “Stupid, dirty, rotten, filthy-silly, billy, no-good for nothing, uh, white, urgh, rat-scandrel b*tch!”

We can all agree that the “Rhythm Redux” was a bop. The visuals were amazing to look at, and man, Thomas’s vocals were on point.

Thomas screaming at Lee and Mary Lee and shutting the door at their faces.

“Leslie offers up a reward.” “What’s the reward?” “Leslie’s famous cake!” “Phrasing?” “What? Leslie’s literal cake that he baked! Oh my gosh!”

Roman reaching over the text bar and selecting “ignorant”, and him slicing through the giant text box after it hit Patton. That editing is just well done!

“He didn’t mislead you on purpose, Thomas. I don’t think the little guy-. Or the big frog is capable of that sort of thing.”

Thomas realizing his neck was stiff when he turned to look towards Janus.

“In my head, I’ll just feel this way.” “What way?” “The way a groom might feel if he just watched as his bride ran away.” “... But you’re gay.”

Janus laying down the severity of Thomas’s mental health and the overall message of self care.

Patton’s high-pitched “Right?” sounds like a little dog bark.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides top 5 #selfishness vs selflessness #selfishness vs selflessness redux #putting others first #svs part two #svs redux

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mellointheory · 2 years

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God's Favorite Angel

Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5

"Make sure to get some rest, Dream," Punz warns their old friend as he turns away.

"I'll be fine." Dream shrugs off his admonishment and pulls on the helmet Punz gave him. There are scars on his arms and blood under his fingernails. "You know I don't sleep much."

That's true, it always has been. From the early days, when Dream was the biggest explorer of the new world he’d led them to, all the way to the days before his imprisonment. He was always moving, always planning back then. Never still.

“Take care of yourself anyway.” Punz says, putting his hood up as he watches Dream walk away. “We’re only human, you know.”

Dream laughs in agreement, raising one hand in a farewell without turning around.

We’re only human, you know.

Punz is used to lying by now. They still remember the first time they met God.

It was after he’d come to this land Dream had led them to, after some little scuffle with Sapnap. In all honesty he couldn’t remember exactly what it was. Something small, of course, A fight he’d won, a death he’d brought that didn’t bear the stain of finality they only later discovered to be a side effect of their new home. He’d killed for fun, and moved on with his day.

Then the presence and the power, the robed figure and its wings.

“A killer, hm?” XD had said in delight. “Delicious. Why don’t you continue?”

And continue he did.

It wasn’t all for the god, not at all. They killed for gold and gain as they always had. And time after time they would find that divine figure coming to meet them. He talked to XD sometimes, but there wasn’t much need for words. The god was hungry. Punz fed it. That was all there was to it.

Then the gifts came.

“This is mine,” XD said when he gave Punz the ender eye necklace. “And so are you.”

“Time is irrelevant,” XD said one day, and Punz stopped aging. “So I’ll let you stay.”

“You’re so weak,” XD said when he replaced Punz’s blood with liquid gold. “I can fix you.”

Punz didn’t mind. It was just another currency. He did the jobs, he got his payment. That was what mattered. No one seemed to notice if he killed a little too readily or his wounds ran gold. They had their tower and their land, their bees and their walls. He worked for his price and he got it.

Punz has no loyalty, people would warn each other.

“They’re wrong,” XD would chuckle. “Aren’t they? You’re loyal to me. You’re my favorite little angel.”

It was right, of course. Their greatest master was the deaths they were called to bring, their second was the money. Beyond that he had nothing.

That was why everyone believed them on the day they betrayed their longest-standing ally.

You’d think he could come up with a better plan than this, Punz thought as Tommy swung his axe and they watched Dream die.

That was the plan, that was the plan. Yet they returned home after it all to an empty tower and stared at their window while wondering.

Punz was a man with a master, he always had been. With Dream gone he wondered what to do, what to kill. But the ender eye on their chest winked up at them and they thought, why not do anything?

They got cocky with all that freedom. That whole business with the Egg that he still doesn’t like remembering, because of how angry XD had gotten afterwards. Punz hadn’t thought it would affect him that much. He wanted the power of course, he didn’t think switching blue eyes to red would be much of a difference.

It ended up being a very large difference.

He remembers the pain, curling on the floor of the Egg cavern. They remember the searing burns on their side and laying in a pool of molten gold as it leaked from their wounds. He wasn’t a mortal anymore, he couldn’t be killed by an explosion like that. The pain was nauseating, all consuming. Yet they still had the presence of mind to sit up when their god appeared before them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” XD seethed, shining green in a cavern of bloody red.

Punz didn’t answer. XD wasn’t looking for an answer, it wasn’t done yet.

“Look at you.” XD knelt and gripped Punz’s face in a massive, clawed hand. Gold leaked from their seared skin and slid in little round droplets down the god’s fingers. “Look what you did with the gifts I’ve given you. Wasteful.”

“I’m sorry.” Punz said, staring into the face of God. No eyes, just the black slash of the void across a white face. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“What was it supposed to be like, hm?” XD glanced down at the gold streaking across his fingers, held up his hand to the light. It tilted its head, staring at it for a minute with even more intensity than his anger with Punz.

“Better,” Punz said as scorched flesh peeled from their face.

“Then be better next time.” XD shook Punz’s blood off his hand. “It’s time to sleep, little angel. Make sure not to disappoint me when I let you wake up.”

The punishment for the Egg fiasco had been weeks of sleep and fever dreams. God wanted to get its point across this time. Punz listened, of course. He always did listen.

Now he’s back, though, out of the chastising nightmares and back into the comfort they know. Dream is the one with the plans, the script, the way of the world. He always has been. Whether it is a big happy family or world domination, Punz doesn’t care. They just need the chaos, the struggle of power. There is war to make and souls to collect.

His God is hungry, and it demands to be fed.

#punz #c!punz #dreamXD #dreamwastaken #c!dream #drunz #mello writes #long post #gore mention

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agnesclementineblog · 4 years

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Can we see what goes about when it’s just them and none of them are knocked out haha, sort of like fluff after a hunt I love your writing 😊

Aww! I’m glad you do!!!

The motel room smells pretty damn nice, Dean thinks- compared to them at the moment. Poor Baby. He's not gonna be able to scrub the stink out of the seats for at least a week, he bets.

He's careful not to drip the...everything on the floor too much and beelines it for the bathroom, Diego hot on his heels. They shuck the sticky, wet clothes on the floor and scrub off the swamp water, mud and monster guts under the spray that is too small to fit them both and they have to take turns. But Diego is warm when their arms brush and still gives Dean semi-conscious smiles for the half-assed jokes he throws out while washing his hair.

He's still not entirely sure what the hell was it that they killed, knee-deep in mud and assaulted by mosquitoes, but as he watches Diego pull on his pair of old sweatpants and collapse face-first onto the bed, not even bothering with covers- he finds that he doesn’t really care.

“Diego,” he calls, tugging half-heartedly at the duvet, “c’mon, inside.”

“’m inside,” Diego responds, voice muffled by the pillow.

Dean keeps jostling him until he sluggishly crawls underneath the sheets, then gets in himself.

Diego and affection are…complicated. Dean can’t tell exactly what it is, and he can’t bring himself to ask why Diego sometimes looks like he doesn’t know what to do when Dean touches him. But as he settles his palm over Diego’s nape, thumb tucked in the soft hollow behind his jaw joint, Diego flushes pleasantly pink and shuffles that inch closer, so it’s good enough for him for now.

●●●●●●

“I bet you 20 bucks and a blowjob that I can make the shot,” Dean says, confidently, as the Sun beats down in his eyes.

Diego peers at the trashcan about 15 feet away from his sprawl in the small shade the Baby provides, head pillowed on his duffle bag. The gas station is, save for them and the clerk, completely empty and Dean twirls his apple core by the stem. He can totally make the shot. He has seen Diego do it a hundred times and not miss once, so it can’t be impossible. Besides, he’s got great aim.

Diego’s mouth, dark, vivid pink- because the idiot obviously has some kind of irritability to oranges and still keeps eating them- turns up in amusement.

“You can’t make that shot,” he says.

“Wow. Way to be supportive,” Dean tells him, contemplating strength and angle he needs to make it work.

Beside him, Diego shrugs, rubs his lips together and gnaws at them with his teeth. “I thought you wanted an honest opinion,” he quips back with a dazzling smile.

Dean’s free hand curls around his ankle and his grin turns content. He tips his head back onto the duffle and turns it to watch Dean’s throw.

He judges (wings it) the distance and the non-existent breeze and swings, sending the core hurdling across the lot. It’s trajectory flies smoothly towards the can- and then it twists on its axis because aerodynamics is a bitch. They watch it ping off the rim and plonk down on the asphalt next to the can. Dean deflates. He was looking forward to that blowjob.

“Well,” Diego breaks the silence, wiggling one leg between Dean’s back and the side of the Impala and draping the other over his lap, essentially hugging him. “You can keep the money. But I’m definitely getting that blowjob.”

Dean aims a charming grin at him, asks, “Can I play a “consolation blowjob” card?”

Diego smiles up at him, eyes glinting playfully. “Maybe.”

That’s what he’s talking about.

●●●●●

Dean wakes up to Diego making breakfast. Because the motel they’re staying in has an actual kitchen. And a bathroom with a showerhead that doesn’t look like it’s going to fall off any moment and kill them, so Dean thinks they really got lucky. Especially considering they plan on staying here a few days, just catching a short break.

He pulls on some sweatpants and a T-shirt and staggers into the bathroom to brush his teeth and splash water on his face until he feels at least moderately human again.

In the kitchen, Diego is frying eggs. They are perfectly round and the yolk is intact.

“Diego, your breakfast making skills terrify me,” Dean informs him and then his stomach growls traitorously.

Diego quirks an eyebrow at him.

“I can be hungry and terrified at the same time.”

Diego hums, says, “Thanks.”

“That’s not a compliment, man.”

“Sure is,” Diego tells him cheekily. Dean remembers their first meeting, the déjà vu of the banter, and feels a sudden urge to kiss Diego.

So he does.

“What was that for?” Diego asks him after they part. The eggs sizzle lightly and Dean thinks this is almost too normal for them. Aside from the creepily perfect eggs.

He shrugs, “Just so.”

Diego smiles, flits his eyes down and tells him, “Mom taught me to cook. You gotta use molds.”

Dean scrunches his eyebrows, “…egg molds?”

Diego blinks, “Cookie molds, you idiots,” and chuckles before pulling him in for another kiss.

●●●●●

The road stretches into infinity in front of them, the sky milky pink and blue on the horizon as the Sun rises on Dean’s right. Nirvana plays quietly, not to disturb Diego who’s slumped against the passenger door. Air is fresh and goosebumps travel over his arms, bare in Dean’s old Led Zeppelin T-shirt.

Light plays across his skin, painting it bronze, his eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks. They flutter as he stirs, awoken either by the Sun or the chill. He squints as the light hits his eyes, turns them into liquid gold, then peers at the miles of flat fields and dewy horizon in front of them. Finally, he turns to Dean, features soft and adoring, still half-asleep, making Dean’s heart clench in his chest, and turns up Come As You Are.

#tua/spn drabbles #dean/diego drabbles

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morievna · 4 years

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Ugetsu and mugs

Little late gift for Santa ^^ I wanted to write about this theme for some time actually.

What’s interesting once you are conscious of mugs, they are literally everywhere – in almost all scenes with Akihiko and Ugetsu. Of course, they aren’t present during flashback from high school – but it is intentional too. They represent Akigetsu as well as a broken aspect of their relationship, but school was more like golden times for them. Besides, mugs appear very often in anime too – even in additional scenes mugs are always present. In short mugs are important. Very.

Few examples - ch 8, 13, 25

In addition, a mug appeared too when Haruki mentioned Ugetsu in ch 24

It’s a bit funny that Akihiko immediately got about who Haruki was talking xD

In the same chapter Haruki commented earlier that Akihiko looked like “lost somewhere deep in his thoughts”. I assume that he was thinking about his life and Ugetsu – rethinking everything and a bit of preparation before going to him in next chapter with declaration about moving out.

Let’s move to THAT scene:

Ugetsu: “Around the time we had started to live together, when he brought me my first present, somehow… I hated that very much and I refused it saying – “I don’t want it!” Even though it was only a mug. Back then, I should’ve just say – “I am happy”.

I like so much double meaning in this monologue. It is not only about receiving a mug as present, but about receiving Akihiko’s love too. Overall it sums up Ugetsu’s situation perfectly – him being overwhelmed by first gift/Akihiko’s love and rejecting it because of being afraid of these feelings. And then there is regret that he should’ve react differently and accept it happily.

I also want to point out some difference between fan-translation and official polish translation about rest of that monologue:

Fan translation: “I want to be with him. But, I’m in love with music. Still... never more than that. Really.. he is good guy, isn’t he”

Polish translation: “I want to be with him. But, I love music and him equally. Even though I will never experience anything good as that again*. Really.. he is good guy, isn’t he”

*I am not sure if my rough translation from Polish to English is good enough, but it originally sounds like he consider that relationship with Akihiko is best what happened in his life.

I found it interesting how translator decided for less vague but more straightforward option. Though it way more sad too. I am curious how it will be translated in SuBLime’s release btw.

Another thing about this scene what makes me ponder is Akihiko’s carefree reaction. Like breaking that mug meant no big deal for him. I wonder if we get his POV on that someday.

To me it feels more that Ugetsu doesn’t like new mug because it reminds him of that regret and dilemma (to be with Akihiko or not to be). Since his feelings are “exponentially larger” I think that he remembers them more vividly too.

But it doesn’t mean that mugs are not important for him – just look:

Ch 24:

Ch 25:

The perspective in these frames is almost the same, so they are meant to be compared. Even though there is more mess (which itself tells a lot about Ugetsu’s state), mugs are still in their places. It even seems like he is not using them when Akihiko is gone. To me it is like showcasing that he is still waiting for him to come back.

Theoretically it could be end of my meta, but no.

What always intrigued me the most was that Kizu Natsuki specifically chose broken ceramics mug as symbol for this pairing. Because it is not like it can’t be repaired – it is actually opposite.

It’s called kintsugi (金継ぎ), literally golden (“kin”) and repair (“tsugi”). This traditional Japanese art uses a precious metal – liquid gold, liquid silver or lacquer dusted with powdered gold – to bring together the pieces of a broken pottery item and at the same time enhance the breaks. The technique consists in joining fragments and giving them a new, more refined aspect. Every repaired piece is unique, because of the randomness with which ceramics shatters and the irregular patterns formed that are enhanced with the use of metals. The glue traditionally used to bring the pieces together is the urushi lacquer, which is being sourced for thousands of years from the Rhus verniciflua plant.

Message it conveys is very in line with Given:

When an object breaks, it doesn’t mean that it is no more useful. Its breakages can become valuable. We should try to repair things because sometimes in doing so we obtain more valuable objects. This is the essence of resilience. Each of us should look for a way to cope with traumatic events in a positive way, learn from negative experiences, take the best from them and convince ourselves that exactly these experiences make each person unique, precious.

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Another quote that I like very much:

The only willfulness in the process is the effort to assist with the rebirth of something whose existence has been threatened, something that has held value for others. [...] Simultaneously we have the expression of frailty and of resilience, life before the incident and life after. Yet the object is not the same. In its rebirth it assumes a new identity that incorporates yet transcends the previous identity.

[source]

I hope that we see more of character development of Ugetsu – that he will realize that he made some poor life choices and will try to repair his life and relationship with Akihiko in some way. I think he will want Akihiko’s forgiveness for hurt he caused. And in the end they will reconcile and their relationship will transform to the different and more beautiful quality. Besides, the fact that Akihiko is taking violin seriously now bodes well too – after all it was one of reasons why Ugetsu broke up with him because was feeling guilty that Akihiko abandoned his dreams (“my existence means fundamentally suffering for him”). So I think it will be sorted out too.

Given is about healing and second chances - this phrase is not only about letting go of past and starting something new, but also rectifying past mistakes and repairing broken things. I believe that it will be outcome of Akihiko’s and Ugetsu’s story.

As always thanks for reading. Of course, this is just my interpretation, but I will be reaally baffled if all that mugs were put in the story with no deeper meaning. But we will see.

#given #given meta #ugetsu murata #murata ugetsu #akihiko kaji #akigetsu #akihiko x ugetsu #given manga

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bittersweetmelxdy · 5 years

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Day 6: Coffee Date Content

Here it is, the ‘Coffee shop AU’, I mean come on, you can’t say coffee, and my mind won’t immediately go to this XD. Also here it is my very first (Y/N) in a fic!

Tagging: @that-wasnt-so-bad

Words: 716

Hearing the bell over the door jingling, you quickly fixed your hair and placed a smile on your face. Seeing it was not the person you were looking for, you felt a little ridiculous, but kept up your good spirits and served the customer, as they walked off you leant your elbow on the counter and propped your head on your hand. You let up a huff, going back to your musings watching the people walking past the glass windows outside. You were looking for a specific person, you and he hadn’t talked much, you knew each other’s names but that was it. Well you knew his name, as you had literally burned it into your memory, but you kind of doubted he remembered the name of some small coffee shop worker, plus you hardly ever wore your badge, so he couldn’t have caught it. You sighed, shaking you head to distract you from that depressing train of thought. He had been coming by for the last month or two, and would just come in, gave his order and his name (to be written on the cup), and after paying he would offer a comment about the weather and leave. Still despite your limited interactions, you had developed a sort of crush on the stoic officer, he was easy on the eyes (you weren’t superficial, but you also weren’t blind), and he seemed nice. So now like an idiot you were waiting for him, he usually would have come in by now, and you would admit that you did miss him a little. Catching sight of a blue uniform, you started, realising it was him, you tried to look as natural as possible as he walked up to the counter, (and not like you had been waiting all day for him to come in). He came to the counter and you asked in your usual cheerful tone,

“Hi, can I take your order?”

The man after catching your eye for a second looked quickly down at the floor, before saying quickly, “One large Cappuccino, please.”

You set the machine and then turned around, “You want Gavin written on the cup right?”

Gavin offered you a quick sound of agreement and he continued to look at the floor. Your shoulders dropped slightly in disappointment, thinking you had made him uncomfortable by remembering his name, and quickly turned around to make the drink. Gavin, after seeing your disappointed expression before you had spun around, realised he needed to do something to save the situation. He looked around the shop, noticing the lack of patrons, and said as offhandedly as he could.

“So, (Y/N)… it’s a bit of a slow day.”

“Yeah, people are probably flocking to the Starbucks around the corner. “ You said bitterly, completely missing that he just said your name.

“It’s just a passing curiosity I’m sure.”

You turned around, coffee in hand, tilting your head in curiosity, “What makes you so sure?”

“I doubt anyone would choose Starbucks over seeing you everyday.”

“…”

The silence stretched out between you, both eyes locked on the other. Then both of you kick started back into reality, a blush rushed to your cheeks, whilst Gavin’s hand was behind his head, cradling his neck and he was pointedly not looking at you.

“I mean, your coffee, the store, not just you- although you are probably a big part of it- I’m making this worse right?” Gavin rambled, and at seeing how bright red his ears were, you laughed happily, causing Gavin to peek back at you nervously.

“Here’s your coffee.”

Gavin nodded, and handed you the money you rang it up in the register, and Gavin turned offering you a quick goodbye. Summoning all your courage, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, before calling out,

“Hey, Gavin!”

Gavin froze in the doorway and turned to look and you, the sunset shining behind him, making his brown hair look like liquid gold.

“Yeah?”

“We close up at 6, you can pick me up then.”

Gavin grinned at you, “Sure it’s a date,” and then he left.

The breeze created by the door blew a single golden gingko leaf into the air, and you couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something wonderful.

#mlqc gavin #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc scenarios #gavin month

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yuta190614ver · 5 years

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I wanna know what ur fav kpop vids are since you study film!!!!!

Oo that is so hard though XD

I am such a (pardon my language) bitch for aesthetics and starting from probably around 2015, it overflOWED with them. I’ll just give a five list:

Limitless - NCT, Japanese ver. (This video is STUNNING, the long + tracking shots, detail close-ups of the environment, low-lighting + desaturated natural/saturated unnatural, tHE SMOKE BOMB THAT ENGULFED MARK AT THE END GOD THAT WAS WORTHY OF FAINTING - although the point of view, low-angle shots facing them head on were kinda weird, it was an overall gorgeous video holy cheese)

WANT - Taemin (Call me biased but this is probably the most well-producted kpop video I’ve ever seen. Even the ideas for every set is brilliant. And I can’t forget to mention the literal beauty that is the shot with Taemin center-point, quick frames of the girls in the background and his head tilting with it ffffff aND THE FREAKING CLOSE UP ANATOMY SHOTS AT THE END I THOUGHT MOVE WAS COLLECTIVELY BEWITCHING BUT I GUESS NOT !!!! The cuts as well, they’re so smooth and everything is flawless, all the rotary lighting and editing and I feel heaven watching a video with the actual gates of hell in it)

Boy With Luv - BTS (I’m sorry to be a basic child here but wow. The couch was the saddest CGI I’ve ever seen, they should have just dropped a real couch - but wow. The colors (example: the transition from the yellow background to blue was so clean and not jarring like I’ve seen in the past), the editing of the sky, the overall simplicity but unconventionality of the sets (compared to most kpop videos right now) is amazing. It’s not the greatest video I’ve ever seen (BST even had more uniqueness/direction), the piano floor and scene directly after that felt half-done but every time I watch this video, I can’t ever look away + their POV, low angle shots are actually great)

You In Me - K.A.R.D (guys. Stop sleeping on this song/video. They literally get away with so much weirdness in the camera angles because it just works. The excessive cuts even add character to it, and the idea of the video is so new to me and so interesting - it’s a real theory, and a disturbing one at that (y’all know I have 8th House on my Mercury XD) The lagging frames near the end annoy the cheese out of me usually but they tell the emotions of Somin hella accurately)

Universe - EXO (HEY HELLO THIS VIDEO IS LITERALLY CINEMATIC GOLD. Cheesy because of the coffee? Yes. The most creative, unnecessarily beautiful video I’ve ever seen? Also yes. The table of liquid vibrating, the draw-back shots of a single member, the warmth in colors and how there’s no break in that theme oh my god. They literally compare shots, the white sheet to the milk in the coffee, circles in Jongdae’s drawing to the rope, THE TANGLED HANDS AND STACKED BODY SCENES, etc. - I’ll be real, I didn’t feel much listening to this song by itself but with the video wOW. They have that damn rotary light out again and I cri. The group shots, all the shots (except that randombadly done close up of Sehun’s eyes, that can leave) AH. I LOVE THIS VIDEO.

Okay I’m done. I probably forgot videos I really like but it’s alRIGT

#idk what to tag this as #video stuff???#kpop bands #???#+ solo artist my baby #bts #taeminnie bby #kard #exo #nct #asks

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