#possibly even why he was quitting being a mountain god

[ghost-proofbaby]

a simple life (e.m.)

summary: you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you.

warnings: none except mentions of a dirty room and panties. also... a lot of nicknames. womp womp. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k+

a/n: just a little sweet something i wrote thinkin' about eddie while i took on the task of finally cleaning my depression room after a few months of putting it off. idk. this is boring. i'm sorry.

“Where did you even get this postcard?”

“Eddie.”

“Or what about this choker? Is that a bat? It’s a- oh my God, babe. Why don’t you ever wear this? This is hot.”

Originally, you had thought it was a good idea. Invite Eddie over, allow the body-doubling tactic to work its magic, and voila – you’d finally have the clean room you’d been talking about achieving for weeks now, within a few hours. 

“Baby,” you scold, trying to reach across the bed to snatch the necklace he’d found out of his hands. It proves to be difficult, a small pile of laundry you’d been folding hindering you. 

“Sweetheart,” he mimics right back, quick to hold the necklace out of your reach, as if you were anyone near from stealing it back from him. 

“I asked you to come over to help me, not distract me,” you sigh, crossing your arms and trying to look as pitiful as possible. When you’d first invited him over, you’d assured him that he needn’t lift a single finger. You didn’t want him here to help by aiding in throwing away any of the trash that had begun to litter your desk or taking any dirty plates to the kitchen. No, the intention had been him helping with his mere presence – quiet presence. He was supposed to be working on a new campaign for Hellfire, not being so damn nosey and going through the few items you’d tossed onto the bed from the floor, “I just recently bought that necklace, I haven’t had a chance to wear it.”

His eyes light up mischievously, a small grin tugging at his lips, “Why not wear it now, then? Perfect opportunity, yeah?” 

“I’m not fulfilling any slutty maid fantasies you have, Eddie.” 

“What if I say please?” 

You huff and decide to give up the fight about the necklace, returning back to the laundry before you. You were almost done. You were almost done after a full day of cleaning. If your adorably curious boyfriend would just stop picking at your belongings, you’d probably be able to finish within the hour. 

He stands from the small space on your bed he had made for himself, a nest of sorts that he had taken from simply curling up into for a ‘nap’ (which never happened’ to sitting up as he had just been as he clearly grew more bored with each passing moment. “Want some help with folding?” 

“You just want an excuse to get your grubby hands on my underwear,” you grumble, folding a shirt with slightly more vigor to emphasize your point.

You’re right, of course. The first article of clothing he grabs is a pair of lacy black panties. 

“Guilty,” he coos jokingly, but to your surprise, he actually folds the lingerie. Neatly, at that. With careful hands, he folds it even nicer than you would have in your haste, going as far as walking to your dresser and putting it away into the correct drawer. And then, he takes it a step further, and begins to put away the other clothing you’d already neatly wrapped up, suddenly depleting the mountain of laundry by half, “You know, I don’t mind helping you clean.”

“I already told you, you’re helping by bein-” you start to protest, hands grabbing at a random jean leg but not quite yanking it from the pile. 

He’s quick to interrupt you, taking that pair of jeans right from you, “I don’t want to just lay there while you do all the work, contrary to all the sources that say men enjoy that.”

His face isn’t quite as taunting as it had been moments before. Some of the joking has vanished, replaced by something more serious yet somehow softer. The jeans are slung over his arms, neatly halved twice before he sets them to the side and looks at you. 

Your shame is palpable, though. You’d just gotten over the embarrassment of having him over when your room would get this filthy. Disastrous in the worst of ways. Dirty clothes strewn everywhere, plates left for days on any surface you could find in your laziness, coke cans and random trash littering the floor. It was embarrassing. You know he had promised to love you through the good and the ugly, but this was far uglier than he could have ever imagined signing up for. 

It was bad enough to have him see it, let alone clean it. 

“It’s embarrassing,” you finally say quietly. His head tilts, so adorable it tugs at all your heart strings, and you take it as your queue to continue in a near whisper, “It’s gross - I’m gross.” 

“Sweetheart, have you even seen my room?” he scoffs. He’s quick to shove some of the clean clothes up into a pile just enough that he can take a seat at the corner of your bed, quickly reaching out to grab your hands and guide you between his spread legs, “Shit happens. Life gets stressful, work gets busy, sometimes we just don’t feel like cleaning up. Shit happens,” his thumb is sweeping soothingly over your knuckles, clearing the impending storm you hadn’t even been aware of. Maybe he hadn’t either – a naturally caring and comforting aura has always been his thing rather than yours, “Out of everyone in this world, I am the least qualified to judge you.” 

You don’t really understand it. How he can sit there, looking up at you so dreamily when the two of you are situated in the middle of your still unkempt room, your neck still chilled with a layer of sweat and your hair tumbling out of the bun you hadn’t properly secured. But he is. He’s looking at you not as if he doesn’t see the mess, both of the room and of yourself, but as if he does and simply doesn’t care. 

“Besides,” his lips are splitting with another grin, his hands squeezing your hands three times, “It’s kind of domestic. ‘M kind of into it.” 

“Me? Doing laundry?” you snort, blinking away any fears that had crept up. It’s hard to feel inadequate with his eyes on you, spilling so many sweet nothings like it’s just another casual Tuesday conversation and not the fuel to your beating heart, “Didn’t you just say you don’t want to just sit and-”

“Us,” he cuts you off in correction, “Us doing laundry.”

“You… like the thought of doing laundry with me?” you say slowly, carefully, unsure of the words as they fall from your lips. 

Doing laundry sounded like the least romantic thing the two of you could ever partake in. 

“I like the thought of doing laundry with you,” he repeats with a nod, “I like the thought of doing laundry with you, of doing dishes together after we just made the world's most mediocre dinner ever, of you complaining when I won’t get up so you can make the bed on the weekend,” he tugs you even closer. You have no choice but to let a knee fall to each side of his hips, straddling his lap as he wraps his arms around you and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to one of your collar bones, “Call me cheesy. I like the thought of a simple life, but only if it’s with you.” 

Something warms inside of you. The thought of a life of simplicity, of lazy mornings and boring afternoons, all brightened up by the boy in front of you. A boy who creates magical worlds with his words on a weekly basis, a boy obsessed with fantasy novels and all things adventurous, who wants his greatest life adventure to just be a mundane lifetime with you. 

You can imagine it would be anything but mundane with Eddie, but the tranquility still exists and blankets the two of you. 

You lift a hand, carding it through his scalp, careful not to let your fingers snag on his messy curls, “Does this mean you’ll do your taxes with me next week?” 

With a quick snort, he buries his face into your chest, shaking his head furiously, “Don’t push it, sweetheart.” 

You know he will, though. He’ll help you fold the laundry, he’ll help you wash the dishes, and he’ll certainly sit through the dreadful hours of doing taxes if they’re spent with you. 

A few beats of silence. His arms have wrapped just right so that his warm palm presses into your lower back, the other hand tracing a mindless circle over your shirt a few inches higher. Your breathing matches his, fingers rubbing a matching pattern into his scalp that has him humming periodically.

The laundry will get done eventually, but it can wait. For now, you just want to hold your boy, and let him hold you. 

“It’s a date,” he finally gives in, voice muffled, making you smile widely, “I’ll light candles and everything, sweetheart.”

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#my writing #ghost's stories #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #this is so boring lmao my bad #i do believe he'd be such a lil nuisance if i was trying to clean with him in the room #this was written in under an hour and definitely not edited my bad #just wanted to stretch my legs with our favorite metalhead idk #look at me #finally writing and posting again #ooooooooo #i want a simple life with him please

[soap-ify]

can I ask for some general fluff headcanons for our soapy boy?

AT YOUR SERVICE ANON!! i don't usually do hcs but i wanted an excuse to ramble about him. so i present you soap hcs that start off as general but gets oddly specific!

cw — very fluffy and mildly suggestive at some places.

˙ᵕ˙ (not so) general soap hcs !

the most widely known thing is that johnny is clingy as hell. annoying but you really wouldn’t have it any other way. he is always holding onto you tight, never letting you go even if you’re desperate to get out of the bed for a shower or some breakfast. the only time he’d sometimes let you go is when you’re running late for work. he likes having his arm around your waist all the time, nuzzling his head into your neck and smothering you with kisses without any shame in front of others, especially the taskforce. is this his weird little way of marking you? maybe.

very open about how much he loves you. he’s always speaking his mind, telling you about every single thing he loves about you, all your quirks and habits.

can’t imagine this man ever being a cheater. i imagine him being raised by his mother quite well, and god forbid if he ever cheats, his mother is going to be so angry. he has been taught to treat his lovers in the best manner possible. and so he does. even if he is very playful and just awful at courting, always too eager, he still buys you lots of flowers and takes you on dates, giving you all the love that he has.

he likes hugging your leg. like actually. you’re laying down? he’s beneath you, arms wrapped around your legs, hugging it tight while his face is resting on your upper thigh. he can’t even explain why he does it.

he LOVES it when you press kisses on his crows feet. the same thing with the scar on his chin!

this man watched blade runner 2049 once and had an identity crisis for a whole week. you were concerned.

there is this very specific type of french fries that he likes with certain toppings that he can’t really find in any other fast food place and it annoys him to hell.

he begs you to match with him. it can be from watches that come in pairs for couples or maybe keychains! just match with him or else he’ll be pouty for the whole week.

once when johnny was drunk, he showed you his huge art journal. you weren’t even surprised to know that more than half of the pages were just drawings of you.

johnny loves having strangely deep and philosophical conversations with you late at night. sometimes he just can’t sleep, feeling too active and energetic. if you are luckily awake too, be prepared to question the meaning of life and the existence of everything around you both with him.

he is so disgusting when it comes to sending gym pics (you love it). all flushed and glistening with sweat, he’d be sending your mirror selfies while flexing his muscles, a proud happy grin always adorning your looks.

has a mole on his inner thigh and on his right shoulder! you love kissing them so much.

he bites. hide before he bites your tummy.

he loves taking you to snowy mountains and showing you around his homeland! expect to be attacked with lots of snowballs by him, he really doesn’t show any mercy.

loves drawing on your thighs if you’d let him. he would grab a marker or a paintbrush, drawing pretty things on your skin, loving the way you would giggle at the ticklish feeling. he might accidentally touch your other ticklish spots too just to hear you laugh.

i am a firm believer of johnny having sisters and being the only son in the family! he’d take you to meet his family once, and his sisters showed you all of his childhood pictures while telling you of his silly actions, all while johnny was in the back, face all red.

he can knit! learnt it from his eldest sister. he likes knitting you sweaters or gloves, always choosing your favourite colour.

#anon im sorry if i overdid it I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM!! #he has a whole house in my head at this point #he lives there permanently #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #cod x reader #cod fluff #call of duty #ruru mail

[weirdthinkingdragon]

At Least There's One

Mostly dainsleif x gn reader (honestly could be platonic or romantic)

I don’t remember if he knows who the archons are. Possibly slight ooc dainsleif. This also got out of hand 

Warnings: you get a broken forearm and mentioned other ways of being harmed

Not proofread

Thinking of sagau again. What if you started wearing a mask and they accepted it as you'd change your face if you could? 

They absolutely despised you from looking like their creator (who is actually you but neither they nor you knew that), and have called you every name and even some harm at some point. But at least they're sane enough to understand that faces are genetic from birth. (I also believe teyvat isn't progressed far enough for beauty stuff like plastic surgery, so they knew you COULDN'T change your face.) 

So one day you had enough and just… started wearing a mask of some sort. Even a simple bandana worn like a treasure hoarder's seemed to work. Sure, they still didn't like you very much, but at least they weren't physically hostile and you could actually buy some stuff for foods. You were getting quite sick of just berries and not the best cooked meat. 

You knew ingredients for the recipes from memorizing them from playing genshin, but most if not all don't tell you exactly how long to cook it, always making you overcook or undercook it and just never coming out right or tasting very good.  

That's all you wanted and you weren't ever coming into a place full of people again until you absolutely had to. Every time one of your favorites glare at you it hurts so much more. The only thing you want to do is search harder for a way back to your real world but that better be possible in the wild. 

In speaking of that, it's almost funny to you how willing places were to give you recipes and even ingredients for stuff like hair products when you informed you were planning on stocking up and want to stay out of cities and even towns as long as possible. 

While traveling and stocking up, you thought of the best place to be. Dvalin seemed to be rather kind to you that one time you ran into him, but you knew he was close to Venti and he’d visit Dvalin a lot. He’d… probably not like you hanging so close very much. 

Liyue has so many mountains and you do NOT want to push Zhongli’s patience, whatever it may be. You’d rather not die by a rock or spear. 

Which is also why inazuma is out of the question. You don’t know where the traveler is, and you don’t even know if the puppet’s been changed yet or not. 

Sumeru is an okay option, but running into the rangers would be annoying, and no way are you going to the desert. 

Fontaine would possibly be okay, but that’s so incredibly far from where you are in mondstadt that you decide not to. And past that you haven’t played or experienced so no going other places either. 

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Your bag is pretty much full as you go to leave. 

You’re distracted though and not looking in front of you, still thinking of where to go when you bump into someone. 

You look and know who it was immediately. You wonder because of who he is, would he act like the others or no?

He notices the glare the archon is giving you from quite a distance away. What could you have possibly done to make him not like you like this?

“Sorry! Wasn’t looking where I was going!” You were really worried you were about to be verbally beaten down again. 

“It’s fine. I forgot what I came here for anyways.” He didn’t, but he could just get it later. He left with you to spite the look the anemo archon was giving you. 

You two get a pretty far distance away from Mondstadt. “Care to explain why the archon seemed to hate you so much?” 

You decided the best way to tell was to show, and took off your mask. “Apparently I look like their creator?” You decided to continue with a lie in a way. “Which I wouldn’t know since I don’t really focus or care about gods or the archons or whatever.” 

He was astounded. That’s all? The only offense you’ve done is literally look like some fictional god or the “creator” he’s never seen or cared to read much about? He didn’t know the archons could find a way to be even worse. 

“I’m also looking for a place without people. No offense but uh, you seem like someone who’d know a good place for that.” 

He shakes off his slight stupor. “I usually don’t stay in a single place for long, but I do know a few.”

He leads you to a really isolated place that took a few hours of walking, but you managed. He even offered to help carry some of your items which surprised himself and you from knowing how he is. 

Your stomach rumbles loudly, embarrassing you. “Sorry. Sadly they wouldn’t let me order food and eat in the city.” 

He’s finding this situation more and more stupid. “That’s fine. Should be pretty easy to set a fire and make some food.”

It’s eventually made and you actually were able to follow a bought detailed recipe of a food you really wanted to try in the game. Looks just like it would. You offer some to Dainsleif which he relents and accepts after a bit of pestering by you. 

The first bite was the best thing you’ve tasted in literal months. It was so good you teared up.

A galaxy looking tear falls from your face, hardening into a solid mass as it falls onto your lap.  They’re not very small either. They somehow become triple in size of an average tear. Then another. And even a few more from just the delicious taste coming to you fall. You don’t even notice.

Dainsleif gets a very bewildered expression. He barely remembers reading about the so-called “creator” but that’s a sign of them that no matter what magic is used can’t be replicated. You… you’re really the creator he thought was fiction. And the strong believing archons… Even their people… He could almost laugh at the absurdity. 

One is still only half-made and sticking to your face. After another moment, it disappears like it was never there. The solid ones are still in your lap though.  

It wasn’t the last time you’d tear up either. A time not too long after that you were kidnapped after falling asleep. Dainsleif left to do who knows what, but you thought you’d be fine alone. 

They’re treasure hoarders. They’re not known to be very nice, and especially aren’t to you, who’ve they heard of as an imposter. While you were tied up one even went so far as to break your forearm. That hurt severely, making a few slip and them all stop dead in their tracks as a solid tear hit the ground. 

Thankfully Dainsleif saw them and you from coming back wherever he was. A protective urge formed from him actually rather liking you. The more he thought about it, the more he was open to liking you and having you as a god other than the archons and celestia. Why? Because being Human. That’s what you were, human. 

His mind made up you wouldn’t have had gods if you could. After all, you let Khaenri'ah form back then. There were gods, but if people didn’t want one, they didn’t have to believe in one. You let people be who they were, and he wouldn’t doubt you would have saved Khaenri'ah more if you could have. But he’s still here, so it isn’t fully gone. You let him stay the best of your abilities to spite the Archons. He likes you’re not all-powerful as well. At least not in this time you decided to come here. Maybe you needed to be human a while to get your strength back? 

Even if not the case, he now wants to be around you. To protect you the best he can, even if it isn’t the best. He also swears when he focuses on it that his curse feels slightly weaker when around you.

He injures them but doesn’t kill them. Just to send a message. 

The treasure hoarders end up letting the info slip next time they’re out of their disguises in mondstadt and liyue, making the two archons hunt you down do apologize for not believing you were. 

They surprisingly work together and find you and Dainsleif rather quickly. 

You’re laying on your back in the grass with your broken arm in a pretty poorly made cast and holding one of the solid tears in your other hand, turning and moving it to watch the sparkles like stars in it move as well. A part of you wishes you could bring one home with you. They’re actually really cool looking. 

Dainsleif tried his best to make a cast but obviously he’s not an expert in the medical field. He's resting as well fairly close to you. Honestly your thighs are almost touching. 

The archons notice and are quite envious. They glare at Dainsleif. 

He senses their presences and turns to look. Having you look as well.

They're shocked with the black shining item in your hand, and just realized all this time they were ignoring the real creator. Not again! They will NEVER ignore you again! “How dare you keep the creator to yourself.” Zhongli says harshly. 

What? You and Dainself share a rather incredulous look. Then go back to looking at the two archons again. 

This makes him hate the archons all the more. He didn’t really care about even the creator before, but at least he had and still has respects for them. And they really didn’t even think of finding a way to test it? Someone shows up for the first time ever in history with the face of the creator and they don’t question it?

How dumb, even the so-called gods themselves who were so beyond obsessed with you were too stupid to realize it was you. He finds it ironic. 

“Why would the creator want to be around any of you after the way you treated them?”

“But we didn’t know!” 

You just respond with an eye roll. You're not going back with them after the way they treated you. Not too long ago you encountered Dvalin again from temporarily staying by a place near the Stormbearer mountains. Dvalin even told you he'd try to tell Venti you're the creator but Venti must have ignored his friend. 

Dainsleif looks at the two archons like they’re stupid. “And… you didn’t bother to check? Even if you didn’t know, they could have still been a human you turned against, which is very unbecoming of an archon. 

You play right into the role, more time passing for you to accept it. "Precisely why I'm not going back. Why would I want to go with someone who'd turn against another just for them having a face of someone they know? I'm ashamed of you guys and your people honestly. If I wasn't the creator, you'd still treat me as nothing more than sand." 

"But-" Venti starts as you cut him off. Shame filling the two more by each of your words.

"I don't want to hear it. You made your Graves, now lie in them. I may not have powers now or ever, but that doesn't mean I should have been treated that way even as human. Leave." 

They did, but are planning ways to make it up to you. They have to have their creator with them, not some low-life like Dainsleif. If it comes down to it and they have to kill him to eventually bring you with them, then that's just what they'll have to do.

#dainsleif #dainsleif x you #dainsleif x reader #yandere dainsleif #SAGAU #genshin sagau #yandere genshin #yandere archons #yandere venti #yandere zhongli #x reader #yandere x you

[youryurigoddess]

The biggest Easter egg yet

I’ve been meaning to address this for a while now, but @camdenleisurepirates gave me the final push after reading my piece on Gabriel’s cross. Huge thanks for that morsel of motivation, my ADHD brain loves you.

This is going to be yet another long read, although not as extensive as my bookshop statues meta. Still, better get yourself some hot chocolate or another drink of your choice and make sure you’re comfortable!

Now, remember the X-Ray interview with Peter Anderson on Easter Eggs in the opening animation he created for the second season? Forget red herrings, apparently our fandom has a literal red phone box! I’m convinced that this whole scene is a one big — the biggest, actually — Easter Egg, and I’ll explain why step-by-step.

The red phone box Crowley used to warn Aziraphale about the Antichrist and the following Armageddon in S1, the exact one where he left change for an emergency call, seems important enough in terms of the future S3 plot, but there’s so much more going on in this frame. Not only the lift.

The angels

At the very start of this sequence we can see a fragment of an elaborate bridge guarded by cherubs sitting on two columns, maybe globes, leading to a distant structure built over a literal mountain of trash — all elements of the S1 and S2 openings which were consciously picked out by the animators and put together in a very ominous pile.

Ready for some scavenging?

In the Gabriel’s cross meta, I already mentioned the importance of Ponte Sant’Angelo in relation to the ex-Archangel’s statue. Now it’s time to widen our perspective and focus on the full picture — quite literally. Apparently the bridge from the opening sequence has ten statues of angels, exactly as the Italian historical monument.

First things first though: the two big cherubs guarding the entry to the bridge might seem familiar to some of you. While they’re obviously not copies of the same statue, a very similar pair of brass cherubs is placed in Aziraphale’s bookshop to symbolize Aziraphale and Crowley. And looking at the screenshot above and the way they sleep or sulk with their backs turned on each other, they are most certainly not talking. The addition of more than one set of eyes is a lovely reference to biblically accurate angel memes though.

If we assume the traditional left-right positioning of the characters, Aziraphale is on the left and Crowley is on the right. Directly behind Aziraphale we can see a ship named “Good Traits”, but in reverse — kinda sorta confirmed by the animator Peter Anderson to be connected to the concept of the seven deadly sins on Twitter. Same that was mentioned recently by Neil in one of his asks.

The presence of Gabriel — a renegade Archangel wielding a broken cross — on the right, Crowley’s side, seems to match this theory. It could also support one of the possible interpretations of the very last bookshop shot in the S2 finale.

Out of all ten statues, Angel Carrying the Cross by Ercole Ferrata is considered inferior to the others on the bridge in that it appears to be a two-dimensional relief sculpture rather than an unbounded three-dimensional artwork, which seems to match Gabriel’s first impression as a character.

The inscription on the statue reads, “Dominion rests on his shoulders" — that is the weight of the cross that Christ was forced to carry through Jerusalem before being crucified. Even though Gabriel’s burden partially disappeared, the whole bridge and its environment is covered with crosses. It’s clear that we’re looking at a direct parallel of Via Crucis, the Way of Sorrows.

Towering over the Italian bridge, at the very top of Castel Sant’Angelo, is a statue of Archangel Michael, seen as the golden angel on the top left part of the trash pile. Aziraphale’s side, perhaps as his assistant, perhaps a rival? Legends of the Jews mention Michael as the chief of a band of angels who questioned God's decision to create man on Earth. The entire band of angels, except for Michael, was condemned to Fall — which could explain why they have such a good access to the Grapevine That Obviously Doesn’t Exist. And whatever’s going on between Michael and Dagon, perhaps.

In Roman Catholic teachings, Michael has four main roles or offices. Their first role is the leader of the Army of God and the leader of Heaven's forces in the final triumph over the powers of Hell. Viewed as the angelic model for the virtues of the spiritual warrior, their conflict with evil taken as the battle within. The second and third roles of Michael deal with death. Their second role is that of an angel of death, carrying the souls of Christians to Heaven. Michael descends at the hour of death and gives each soul the chance to redeem itself before passing; thus throwing the devil and his minions into consternation. In their third role, Michael weights souls on perfectly balanced scales they are often depicted with as their attribute. In their fourth role, Michael appears as the guardian of the Church. Might be the reason why they’re the closest to the building on top of the mountain.

It looks like Michael lost their sword though, just like Gabriel lost a part of the cross he was supposed to carry. The sword in question was supposed to be used to slay the dragon — Satan, the Adversary — according to John of Patmos and his Book of Revelations.

Speak of the devil: interestingly, there are two copies of an anonymous variation of the Angel of Light statue appearing twice on both sides of the bridge. Both the title as well as the statue itself seem like obvious references to one (former) angel literally called the Lightbringer, Lucifer. Perhaps one of them is representing his son, the Antichrist, instead, with the both of them helping out the Ineffables on two opposing — or perhaps only parallel — sides of the bridge?

The light carried by Lucifer appears to be green, a color used in the series as a visual representation of Hell, but on the intertextual level might also serve as a reference to F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel The Great Gatsby and the green light at the end of the Daisy’s dock symbolizing the undying love, desperation, and longing for an unattainable dream. In the story, the color represents the limitations of power and money. Not surprisingly, the novel appears on Jim’s bookshelf and is part of the Good Omens book club — a list of personal recommendations from Neil Gaiman and Douglas Mackinnon for the fans to catch up on before the next series.

Last but not least, the possible connection to Libertas as the inspiration for the Statue of Liberty, shown multiple times in S2 as a foreshadowing of our character’s trip to America in S3. The related quote of Patrick Henry “Give me liberty or give me death” becomes even more relevant if we consider how the motto of the French Revolution was sometimes written as Liberté, égalité, fraternité ou la mort (“Liberty, equality, fraternity or death”). A lesson surely learnt by a certain angel back in 1793, when he was held prisoner for the last time before being forcefully taken Upstairs in the Final Fifteen.

The bridge and the castle

Okay, these are the basic observations. Now a brief historical overview and we will reach the fun bit in a jiffy.

Have you ever wondered about the meaning of this whole complex? It wasn’t always angelic, but named after a Roman noble dynasty. The Aelian bridge was built by the Emperor Hadrian in 134 AD to span River Tiber from the city center to his mausoleum. With time, the remains of more emperors were put to rest in there, until it was plundered and destroyed in a war. Then the remaining structure was transformed into a military fortress and a castle serving as the papal residence in times of war.

The Papal State also used Sant'Angelo as a prison; the Renaissance philosopher Giordano Bruno was imprisoned there for six years. Executions of the inmates were performed in the small inner courtyard, but they weren’t the only deaths in the area. On the other side of the bridge, in the adjoining Piazza del Ponte, under the watchful eyes of the stone likenesses of two saints, the public executions were held, and the heads of the criminals were brought onto the bridge and exposed to public view there.

As a prison, the former mausoleum is also the setting for the third act of Giacomo Puccini's 1900 opera Tosca. Long story short, the eponymous heroine convinces her lover to feign death so that they can flee together. Unfortunately, they are betrayed and the firing squad shoots at him with real bullets instead of blanks. Tosca believes in the quality of his acting performance rather than the truth, and when the realization hits her, she leaps to her death from the Castel’s ramparts.

After Nero’s bridge was destroyed, the travelers were forced to cross this bridge as the only direct route to the Vatican and St Peter’s Basilica, earning it the nickname “the bridge of Saint Peter”. That’s why in the 16th century Pope Clement VII erected statues of Saints Peter and Paul at the ends of the bridge, guarding it as they are supposed to protect the entry to Heaven.

In 1688 the bridge was embellished with ten angel statues, five on each side of the bridge, carrying Arma Christi, the Instruments of the Passion. The Good Omens characters represented by those statues in the opening sequence might be other instruments of Christ’s suffering as parts of the system that needs to be overthrown or replaced.

One angel appears particularly important in the context of both the bridge and the Second Coming — Saint Michael the Archangel.

Legend holds that the Archangel Michael appeared atop Hadrian’s mausoleum, sheathing their sword as a sign of the end of the plague of 590, thus lending the castle its present name. A less charitable yet more apt elaboration of the legend, given the militant disposition of this particular Archangel, was heard by the 15th-century traveler who saw an angel statue on the castle roof. He recounts that during a prolonged season of the plague, Pope Gregory I heard that the populace, even Christians, had begun revering a pagan idol at the church of Santa Agata in Suburra. A vision urged the Pope to lead a procession to the church. Upon arriving, the idol miraculously fell apart with a clap of thunder. Returning to St Peter's by the Aelian Bridge, the Pope had another vision of an angel atop the castle, wiping the blood from his sword on his mantle, and then sheathing it. While the Pope interpreted this as a sign that God was appeased, this did not prevent Gregory from destroying more sites of pagan worship in Rome. In honor of the vision and Michael, the bridge was renamed in their name.

What if the procession from the opening sequence was meant to imitate the procession led by the Pope from the legend? What if Aziraphale, now officially a Supreme Archangel, Commander of the Heavenly Host, is the one actually leading it, with Crowley finally at his side as his partner and second in command, just like it was proposed by him in the Final Fifteen?*

What if by some reason, maybe personal ambition, maybe just a tragic coincidence or situational necessity, there really was an impostor in Heaven, and Metatron — the so called Voice of God who seemingly doesn’t speak up for Herself since Job’s test — has been playing a winged version of the Wizard of Oz all along?

It would make just the perfect sense if not for one tiny detail. The procession we see on the bridge is actually led by Crowley, which doesn’t fit the parallel at all — unless it’s actually a proof of an ongoing body swap, as the mismatched names of the actors could also suggest?

The mountain of trash and the bookshop

The symbolic mountain of trash we can see Aziraphale and Crowley climb is a reference in itself. To an actual mount called Zion, believed to be the place where Yahweh, the God of Israel, dwells (Isaiah 8:18; Psalm 74:2), the place where God is king (Isaiah 24:23) and where God has installed king David on his throne (Psalm 2:6).

In a literal sense, it’s a hill in Jerusalem, although the sources refer to three different locations in different contexts — although for the purpose of this meta the Upper Eastern Hill (Temple Mount) makes the most sense. Its highest part became the site of Solomon's Temple. The same King Solomon the rituals in Freemasonry refer to. Masonic buildings, where lodges and their members meet, are sometimes called "temples" specifically as an allegoric reference to King Solomon's Temple, not actual places of worship. And Aziraphale’s bookshop is built around Solomon’s Magic Circle.

In a metaphysical sense, and especially in the context of the Christian New Testament, it is also believed to be a part of Heaven — the heavenly Jerusalem, God's Holy, eternal city. Christians are said to have “(…) come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn who are registered in heaven” (Hebrews 12:22-23 cf. Revelation 14:1). Just like the procession were following in the opening sequence.

There’s been some speculation whether the lift on top of the mountain could symbolize Aziraphale’s bookshop, or, more specifically, the oculus in its centre. If you look closely at the enhanced screenshot, you can see that the dome isn’t made of glass and that it looks like a tower (a church’s bell tower, perhaps) more than a whole building.

And there is an actual doorway in there — not like the modern lift doors — opening up towards the source of that white, heavenly light. And what kind of enlightenment can you usually find up in the skies or heavens?

We’re welcomed to crack open the doors to the Heavenly Sanctuary — the Most Holy place, Sanctum Sanctorum, the Holy of Holies — to undraw the final curtain and finally stand eye to eye with God. Who knows, maybe even ask some questions or listen to some answers.

Or, at the very least, to meet one of Her forms known as Jesus Christ. Because that’s precisely where he serves as our (humanity’s) Mediator and the Holy Priest after his Ascension to Heaven. The structure at the top reminds of some temple architecture seen in Antiquity and Christianity.

The Catholic Church considers the Church tabernacle or its location (traditionally at the rear of the sanctuary) as the symbolic equivalent of the Holy of Holies, due to the storage of consecrated hosts in that vessel and their meaning as the Body of Christ. Tabernacle is commonly marked with a red light turned on and off depending on His presence or lack if it.

Looks like He’s already in the area, one way or another, keeping eye on some things.

Are we following a procession of believers happy to embrace their one and true Savior? Or are they actually protesters on their way to dethrone the authority and the system?

Guess we will have to wait and see.

#the good omens crew is unhinged #everything has a meaning #title sequence #angels everywhere #archangel fucking gabriel #gabriel’s statue #bookshop statues #statues update #ponte sant’angelo #let there be light #good omens analysis #good omens meta #bible fanfiction #yuri is doing her thing

[ay-chuu]

As a Boyfriend: Jade Leech

Warnings: Tooth roothinf fluff,cringe and lol first time writing for a character that im not so close... BUT for my dear; @fukashiin <3

Jade is the most advanced person in terms of emotional intelligence between Floyd, himself and Azul! He just doesn't show it, or makes people hard to guess it with his slightly sadistic traits. But he is neither open to everything like Floyd and lives according to the moment or doesn’t get hysterical like Azul and make things get out of control. He analyzes everything and approaches the person with the most point shots in an emotional sense. Just like when he managed to impress you (;

He considers himself a loser in many things, and he didn't realize it until he met you... he thought he was incompetent in most things because he set himself back from everyone, but after he becoma lovers with you, he realized that this was an idea that could only be overcome. And this is actually also when he falls in love with you. Because he has always known that someone who can make him believe unexpected thoughts is his soulmate.

A romantic gentleman. Everything he does in the position of butler is a factor that is not a role for you. Are you tired? Your favorite drink is already ready. Are you sad? Why don't you lie down on that couch over there and tell him everything? Problems with the lesson? Here are the most profound books on this topic.

You're a new member of Mountain Lover Club! At first you thought you'd be so bored... (no, you definitely didn't join that club to impress Jade...) But taking mountain trips and determining the types of mushrooms from the book turned out to be more fun than you expected! First of all, there is no phone, it's a great Decoupling from the digital environment.... Secondly, you are drunk with nature, and at the end of every walk you become full of love and mushrooms. Finally and most importantly, you taste Jade in the most authentic way... when you two are alone together, he shows you his incredibly true self and always makes you feel soft inside.

One of the things that upsets Jade the most is the sadness of his loved ones. Floyd and you are at the top of this list. If someone has upset you... God bless them. I don't think he'll let them go without leaving a serious trauma. Even if this person is your family, he scares them in some way and makes them respect him. Because Jade is always an influential person. But if any event has upset you, what he will do is solve the incident as soon as possible as efficiently as possible, because he would rather drown the world than see you upset.

He's quite jealous. But he usually shows it to the person he's jealous of by making life a little hell because he doesn't want you to understand that he's jealous…

Swimming in the sea with you with the eel form, is his favorite. You're playing with each other, laughing like there's no tomorrow, and just.... You're together.... As you lean your foreheads against each other, the reflection of the setting sun on your face is an incredible happiness for both of you.

It may seem like he's the dominant person in the relationship, but actually you're the secret boss! He's just being angry at you and leading you so that you can be happy. (He's a complete malewife... When you get married, you get a 10/10 service in your home. He is a devoted husband! devoted to his spouse, *insert proud face with mop!*)

To be lovers together with Jade is to be able to say that you also have a close relationship with Floyd! You three are a chaotic group, and there are no people who can understand or put it in a sentence to describe the craziness you are doing. And that's why Jade loves you so much. Just as you can have peaceful moments when you two are together, all the calm disappears in an instant when you put your twin Decoupled! (Floyd is very happy thst you two are dating and even jealous that Jade is dating you... But that's another day's topic!)

All in all, Jade is both a gentle lover who has all the qualities you can look for and want, and a wonderful partner who can give you the most crazy and adventurous moments.

#by.aychu #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #twst octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #jade leech x yuu #jade leech x reader #jade leech #floyd leech #twst tweels #twst incorrect quotes

[pompomqt]

Journey to the West Chapter 32

In this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest the pilgrimage is back together and ready to head west once again. So let's get into it shall we?

So the group has been traveling for quite a while when they run into yet another scary mountain. Tripitaka is scared of tigers or wolves attacking them and warns his disciples to be careful. Monkey however reassures him, that he'll be just fine since he has Monkey. So Monkey is able to persaude Tripitaka to keep going and soon enough they run into an elderly woodcutter. Place your bets people, is this old person A) A deity of some kind. B) A demon or monster that wants to eat them. C) A normal human. Let's find out shall we?

So the Woodcutter calls out to them and warns them that there are a bucnh of evil demon's here who eat travelers who travel from east to west. Which is a pretty specific diet plan. This causes Tripitaka to freak out, but Monkey decides to question the Woodcutter more thoroughly. Interestingly, Monkey refers to the Woodcutter as 'Big Brother' usually he seems to take pride in being older then most people and calls himself 'ancestor'. Anyways, Monkey explains about their mission and asks the Woodcutter to tell him about the monsters so he can get the proper authorities to arrest them. After all whether they be demons of heaven or of earth, or dragons, or ghosts or ogres, Sun Wukong is on a first name basis with all of their managers.

Anyways the Woodcutter explains that the demons here are specifically after the Tang Monk and wants to eat Tripitaka and his associates. Monkey thinks this is great! And even asks how they will eat them, after all, being eaten head first is much preferable to being eaten feet first! Monkey is even happier to find out that they'll just be steamed and eaten whole instead. The Woodcutter warns Monkey that he shouldn't be so sassy, because these demons have five powerful treasures.

Anyways after this conversation Monkey is feeling plenty confident to conquer this mountain and leaves the woodcutter to return to Tripitaka. Monkey assures Tripitaka that this mountain is nothing to worry about, and that the people here are just wimps. As they proceed though they notice that the woodcutter has suddenly vanished. Pigsy thinks it's a ghost, but Monkey just takes a look around, until he spots the Day Sentinel. So Monkey immediately chases the god down, and demands to know what's up with all the disguises instead of just saying something to his face. The god begs him not to take offense and warns him once again to be cautious, and utilize his intelligence and cleverness in order to protect Tripitaka.

Now that Monkey knows the warning is coming from a god instead of a normal human, he is a bit more wary now. He's worried that if he tells Tripitaka about the warning, it'll freak him out and make leading him forward more difficult, but if he doesn't warn him and he get's kidnapped, it'll be a pain in the neck to rescue him. So he decides he'll throw Pigsy at the demon's first to see how strong they really are. If Pigsy wins, good for Pigsy, if not, then Monkey can just rescue him later.

He'll have to use a bit of trickery for this however, since Pigsy would never volunteer to do anything, and Tripitaka coddles him. So Monkey returns back to the group with fake tears in his eyes, which makes Pigsy immediately want to pack their stuff and have everyone go their separate ways. After all, anything that could make the Great Sage cry has got to be really bad news. Tripitaka just tells him to calm down and that he'll talk to Wukong.

So Tripitaka asks Wukong why he's crying, and Monkey explains that the woodcutter was actually the Day Sentinel. He tells him that the Day Sentinel says that the monsters here are truly vicious and that there's no way they can pass through as things are now. After all, Monkey is powerful, but (ignoring his cloning ability) is just one guy, how could he possibly be expected to handle so many demon's by himself? Tripitaka however gives Monkey just the answer he was hoping for when he points out that Monkey isn't alone, they also have Sandy and Pigsy! And if it will get them through this mountain unharmed, then Monkey is free to use them however he see's fit.

Having gotten the response he was aiming for, Monkey immediately wipes away his tears and says that in order to proceed, Pigsy will have to do two things. Pigsy tries to refuse right out the gate, but Tripitaka persuades him to hear him out. So Monkey says the first thing is to look after Tripitaka, and the second is to patrol the mountain. Pigsy complains that he can't do both of those things at once, and Monkey explains that he doesn't have to, he only has to pick one to do.

So Pigsy asks what the two tasks entails and Monkey gladly explains. First, looking after Tripitaka means taking care of his every need, but if he slips up in caring for Tripitaka even slightly then Monkey will beat his ass. The second mission just involves seeing how many monsters there are, and what kind of cave and mountain this is. Pigsy decides to take the choice that has the less likely chance of him getting beaten up by Monkey and chooses to patrol the mountain.

As soon as Pigsy leaves Monkey bursts into laughter, which Tripitaka scolds him for. After all despite being his older brother, Monkey doesn't show Pigsy any sympathy or kindness, and the two are constantly envious of each other. And now that he's tricked Pigsy into patrolling the mountain, he's mocking him by laughing at him! Monkey however assures Tripitaka that's not why he's laughing. He tells Tripitaka that Pigsy has no intention of actually patrolling the mountain or fighting demons, and is probably instead just going to take a nap somewhere and lie to them later. He'll even prove it by following Pigsy. So Tripitaka let's Monkey follow after Pigsy after telling him not to play any tricks on him.

So Monkey transforms into a mole cricket in order to tail him. And sure enough as soon as Pigsy is presumably out of earshot he begins to verbally abuse the others and complains about being made to do patrol the mountain. Having gotten all of that out of his system, Pigsy then finds somewhere comfortable and settles in for a nap. Monkey of course heard every word however and decides to harass Pigsy a bit, so he transforms into a woodpecker and gives Pigsy a bite to the face.

The bite definitely serves the purpose of waking Pigsy up, and after harassing him a bit more as a bird, Pigsy finally gets moving again. Be he's not going to patrol the mountain, instead he finds some rocks and uses them to practice the lie he's going to tell the others when he gets back on. Monkey sticks around long enough to hear the cover story that Pigsy comes up with, before flying back ahead of him in order to tattle to Tripitaka.

So Monkey tells Tripitaka about what Pigsy is going to say. And sure enough once Pigsy arrives back to the group, Monkey prompts him to give the cover story he just told Tripitaka. So Monkey scolds him that this is an important area and that he should have patrolled properly. So he threatens to give Pigsy five good smacks with his staff as punishment. Terrified of this, Pigsy begs Tripitaka to intercede on his behalf... however Tripitaka also isn't to happy with Pigsy for lying. Luckily for Pigsy though, they can't afford to be down a man at the moment, so Tripitaka suggests Monkey save his punishment for later.

So Monkey says he won't beat him for now, but warns him he will if he botches this again. And with that Pigsy is once again sent out to patrol the mountain. So Pigsy heads out once again, incredibly paranoid that every little thing is actually Sun Wukong following him again, despite the fact that Monkey actually decided to hang back with the others this time.

Meanwhile we get introduced to our monsters of the week, the Great King Golden Horn and the Great King Silver Horn, and they are hungry for monk. For Tang Monk specifically, because Tripitaka is the golden cicada reincarnated, and eating him will make them immortal. So the Golden Demon has wanted posters made of Tripitaka and his disciples made, and sends out the Silver Demon and some minions with them in order to find the pilgrimage party.

Soon enough this gaggle of demons comes across Pigsy. When the demons confront him, Pigsy sticks his snout into his shirt and tries to just pass himself off as an ordinary traveler, but is soon found out. So the Demon attacks Pigsy, and although Pigsy is able to fend of the Silver Demon easily enough, he gets intimidated by sheer numbers when the Silver Demons also has his minions attack. So Pigsy tries to flee, but trips and falls and gets captured.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 + 94,000 years. Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell, discerning good and evil within a thousand miles, Spirit Summoning, lock picking, object transformation and distance reduction. Demon Kill Count: 5+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 1006 God's Defeated: 20 + Unknown number Defeats: 3 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering, trespassing, violating Tree Law and looting corpses. Cry Count: 4 + 2 fake cries Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization and Heart Sutra. Cry Count: 16 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 27 Paralyzed by fear: 5 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 3 Falling Off Horses: 6

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, flight, Magic of Water Restriction, Singing, and Sword Dancing. Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 2

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater, cloud soaring and size enhancement Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 1 Kidnapped by Demons: 1 Human Kill Count: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 3 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping and arson.

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: Monster Taming Staff Abilities: Fighting underwater and Cloud soaring. Kidnapped by Demons: 1 Human Kill Count: 1 Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, and desecration of a human corpse.

#journey to the west #jttw read through #jttw #journeythroughjourneytothewest #sun wukong #tang sanzang #zhu wuneng #sha wujing #if nothing else I'm glad Sun Wukong is getting some retribution in #for the lady bone demon chapters lol #Also I love that whenever Monkey has to leave Tripitaka in the care of someone else #he makes sure to threaten them with severe bodily harm if they don't do a good enough job

[charliesgoodboy]

Takemichi(the really hot timeskip one) x Male reader

WARNING: No matter your age(I really dont care) you are consenting yourself to read NSFW themes dont blame shit on me if something bad happens

A/N: this was supposed to be posted on @secretivemessenger's bday but I got impatient. Also this was written some time ago it was just in my notes- ewwww I'm reading over it rn it is so cringe🤢 imma change a few things hol up

"Boss! Boss I- oh..sorry did I wake him??" A worker of Takemichi walked in holding paper work for him to do.

"No, I'm sure he's still asleep, one heavy sleeper might I add." Takemichi chuckles as the worker blushes in emaressment.

You on the other hand were "sleep" on Takemichis lap cuddled into his chest, your body rising to each small, and shakey breath you take.

"Just set the papers on my desk please." The worker nods quietly walking over to set the papers his desk, walking away soon after.

"It's ok, gosh stop clutching so hard, your gonna give me bruises through my clothes." He says softly, your nails slightly letting go of his shoulder while still holding on.

"Hey hey, don't worry they're gone, calm down your clenching around me like crazy you know." He laughs quietly, while using his hand to softly caress your back, and using the other to do paper work.

His touch was soft, yet threatening, like he's telling you to stay still, and if you move your getting what he gives which you can't handle.

But you didn't care.

If it means getting fucked into than it's worth it.

You slightly rock onto his lap needing him, no you were needy you wanted him doesn't matter what it takes.

"Oi, quit it. Be a good boy and wait till I finish." He demands. But how could you possibly wait that long? He pretty much had mountains of paper work on his desk, and you know damn well he's taking his sweet time.

You grinded on him once again but harder, causing him to groan at your actions.

"Shit..you want it that bad huh?" You nod at his words, clinging harder onto his suit jacket.

"Use your damn words. I won't know what you want if you don't speak." He says sternly, his voice getting slightly deeper.

You inhale shakily, your lips quiver when your words quietly come out your mouth.

"P-please, I need you deep in me...and to fill me up with your cum please.." He knew you wanted this the moment you sat on his cock.

I mean of course you would, who wouldnt?

He chuckled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you speak up for me please??"

You hated this. And he knew you hated this. That's exactly why he did it, for his own pleasure as well as your own pain.

"Go ahead. Say what you want. What you need from me, go on." He urges you to say it.

"Please..I'm begging you, i-i need you in me..to fill me please..Takemichi.."

"See now, it wasn't that hard now was it? You even asked nicely, such a god boy for me yea?" He says patting your head, ruffling it a bit.

"Alright, if you want it so bad, get off and lean on the desk." You nod, doing as he says, propping your elbows on the desk.

Expecting to have to wait a while for lube obviously, it was the exact opposite you instantly felt his large hands on your waist.

"W-wait, your not going to-"

"Nope♡"

Without any warning he instantly slammed into you, one thrust after another, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes, choked noises coming from your mouth, your hands harshly gripping the edge of the desk.

No one could really hear you, but fuck the thrill of someone being able to hear you begging for more of Takemichi, and god if someone walked in on the two of you, just the thrill of it.

"Huh? Are you crying already? Isn't this what you wanted? What are you complaining? Oh it's fine I'll stop." God no, you didn't want him to stop, you needed him to keep going.

You shake your head no.

"P-Please! No, d-don't pull out!"

"Very well, we have all we want until someone walks in, but i'm sure you'd like that too."

#Rays bday smut #takemichi x male reader #Tokyo revengers x male reader #Takemichi x male reader smut #Tokyo revegers smut #hanagaki takemichi #Male reader insert #Bottom male reader #Top Takemichi

[heedmywarnings]

Kissing the Archons on the cheek♡

Sagau again!!!

Venti

You somehow managed to get away from the crowds in Mondstadt, and made your way to the large tree in Windrise. A calming place to rest your mind, indeed.

The gentl winds caressing your face and the cool shade from the leaves of the tree, and the soft strumming of a lyre- wait what?

The realisation hits you that you were not alone, despite Dr. Edith always strolling around these parts, even she's not here. So there could only be one answer.

"Ah, Venti, surprisrd to see you here" You said turning to look at the bard near you, "Well, I wasn't really surprised to find you here, your grace" He giggles to himself as he strums his lyre once more.

"Hey, what's that piece you're playing called? It's.. really calming" you asked to which Venti's eyes sparkles, eager to tell you, "Well! It's called 'A Romatic Voyage' It's about two lovers roaming all over Teyvat to find the other" Venti explains, as you hummed in acknowledgement.

"I wonder if somebody would have to search the seven corners of Teyvat for me" he wondered, "Well... I don't think I need to, since you are right infront of me!" You said gleefully.

Venti didn't even have time to express his confusion when you placed a kiss on his cheek. He was so flustered that he as frozen in his spot, unable to move, only focusing on what happened a few moments ago.

Giggling, you ran off, blowing another kiss to Venti as you head to Stormbearer Mountain.

Zhongli

Murmurs and whispers filled the silence of Yujing Terrace, there you stood in a your glory. You admit that being the center of attention in such a large crowd is quite frightening, even for a "might god" such as yourself, to be honest, you had absolutely no idea what you're doing.

From normal civilians to rich merchants. You could see all walks of life in the crowd, and a Xiao peering over one of the buildings, the sight makes you chuckle quietly to yourself.

But him, that one person... stood out the most, Zhongli, well he actually blends in the crowd you were just looking for him, but that's beside the point. Zhongli felt your intense stare fixated towards him, he shivered, did he do something wrong? Before he could meet your gaze you had already gazed towards the sea of people.

Ningguang had welcomed you into Loyue personally, introducing yourself to the civilians of Liyue, and giving you a tour of Liyue even though you already knew every route, but you didn't want to upset her.

Wherever you go, there will always be people staring at you on awe, most of them on the ground. But they dare not approach you, until a young girl asks you for advice to which you answered to the best of your ability, and now everyone gathered around you asking for advice, of course you answered them, not all, you possibly cannot do that.

"Ah- yes, just don't do the opposite!"

"No, that won't guarantee her approval"

"If you are able to do so, then you have a chance"

Your melodic voice filled the ears of the people next to you, including Zhongli's.

He wanted to see you up close, you didn't see him as you were too busy answering questions and giving advices, but a slight head turn to the left ended the ignorance.

You looked at him, your eyes widened abit before yelling, "Zhongli!" Before running to him, putting you arms around his neck, having to tiptoe because of his height.

He was surprised, and so was everybody, the noises of people's chatter quickly ended in a dreadful silence once you had yelled the former archon's name.

They were just, shocked, except Ninggusng though, she had expected you to do something like this since she can't help but be confused as to why you were staring at the funeral consultant during the introduction.

After a while, you pulled away and kissed him on his cheek, "I was waiting to do that for a while, you know!" You said, giving him a closed-eye smile, his mouth formed an "o" shape and his eyes widened. After a few seconds he smiled and returned the hug.

"It's very much pleasant to embrace you, your grace"

That day, reporters and journalists from all over Teyvat came to him to ask him about his relationship with you, when you learned about this, you can't help but think "I should have done it in a more secluded place..."

Ei

You were at the Great Narukami Shrine, conversing with some assistants, asking them about your schedule, and how long you'll stay in Inzauma, unfortunately you only have a little less than a week, but it's ample time to complete your goal!

For the remaining days, you had a busied yourself with tasks, such as asks or polite requests from the tri comissions.

Sighing, you slumped back in your chair, you were done for today and tomorrow's work, it certainly took a lot of time, waking up before the first rays of sunlight to the beginning of another dawn, when you said today's work you mean yesterday, and tomorrow's is today. You slept in your comfortable bed for the day.

You woke up, feeling refreshed as ever. It was midday, quite late by your standard (or just mine, I wake up at 7-8AM) You stretched your limbs, yawning. What a nice day- OH MY ARCHONS YOU FORGOT TO DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO TODAY.

Eh, it's not like it's an official schedule, you still have the the whole day to yourself, wrong. They assigned you more tasks! Dammit, as soon as you were about to leave your temporary living quarters you were bombarded with paperwork!

Plan A didn't work, I guess its time to initiate Plan B!

You were signing your signature in various papers, reading the contents of each paper carefully, you didn't wanna screw something up. Groaning, you called for your assistant.

"Yes, Your Grace?"

"Please inform Tenshukaku that I want to see someone in their true form"

"Huh? True form? May I ask what you mean?"

"No, just tell someone at Tenshukaku to inform the Shogun my words"

"Understood"

Seeing someone in their true form is a code for Ei to come visit you! And she did what she was told.

Several minutes later.

"You called for me, your grace?" The familiar soft voice of Ei breaks the silence as she gives a small bow, "Ah yes! thanks for coming all the way here" You thanked her.

"Can you come closer, please?" You asked, and she silently did as you told her to. You stood up from your chair, and kissed her on the cheek, which took her by surprise.

"Y-Your grace!?" She said, unlike the two other archons, she reacted quite quickly.

You giggled, "Ehehe.. sorry, I just wanted to do that, can you do me a favor and stay with me while I finish my work?" You asked, slightly titling your head to the side, "Yes, yes of course, your grace"

The two if you spent a nice afternoon, chatting about various topics, mostly about sweets and desert.

#sagau #genshin impact #sagau x reader #sagau fluff #raiden ei #zhongli #venti fluff

[eyesanddragons]

Rambling incoming. People often remember the book 10 vase scene & the epilogue as poorly written (and they are), but I'd argue that what happens after the vase scene is just as badly written, if not worse.

Being told that Darkstalker not only brainwashed one of her friends, but also attempted to kill off his entire tribe with a plague, should have been the final straw for Moon. She had already experienced a SEVERE breach in trust with Darkstalker before he even emerged from the mountain, so much so that it put her into tears (end of book 8). She should have immediately realized that trying to redeem Darkstalker would necessarily put the lives of her friends, Winter's tribe, and the world at risk, as long as he still had his powers. She should have immediately started focusing on how to neutralize DS as soon as possible. Maybe neutralize him in a way where she can safely try to redeem him without gambling the world on it, but not if it requires the sacrifice of her friend's safety. She should have redirected her empathy towards the friends she KNOWS she can trust. This does not happen. Instead, she throws herself a pity-party, like she is the real victim in all of this. She stubbornly insists that he can still be redeemed much to the dismay of Winter and the questioning of Qibli, and then puts the entire world at risk by betting on him willingly eating the strawberry to find redemption. It is ONLY through the serendipitous hubris of Darkstalker that he is defeated. Yet the books do not hold Moon to task on ANY of this completely blind and genuinely selfish crusade of hers. No, it's everyone else's fault for not believing in her.

A few short pages after the vase scene, Moon outright channels suburban mom energy out of nowhere, infantilizes Winter as if he is a toddler throwing a temper tantrum over spilt milk, and basically tells him to go to his room. All because he was upset that, after being told that DS nearly wiped out the IceWings and brainwashed one of her closest friends, she wanted to go talk to the culprit. She refuses to explain why and doesn't even try to understand why Winter is so upset. Yet she calmly explains her reasons to Qibli on the very next page. This scene alone made me almost quit WoF entirely because it straight-up invalidates Winter's trauma while, somehow, framing him as the unreasonable one.

After their conversation with Darkstalker, they realize they have to tell Winter that Queen Glacier, his aunt whom he genuinely cared about and valued so much that he made it a cornerstone of his identity early in the arc, has been killed by Darkstalker's plague. So, since they are such good friends they would feel genuine empathy and sorrow for him, right? Dreading the task of telling him because it will be a genuinely difficult thing to do, to tell a close friend that a loved one of theirs died? Lmao nope. Instead, all Qibli and Moon are worried about is that he might yell at them. Moon's only response to Qibli's worry is "I've heard worse in his head." Not "he's allowed to mourn," or "he's been through a lot recently, cut him some slack." Imagine if your friends, behind your back, learned of your loved ones passing and went "Oh god, alright let's draw straws on who has to tell this guy."

The 2nd half of book 10 is, to this day, probably some of the worst, most mean-spirited writing I've ever seen in... anything really. It systematically destroyed the found family to resolve a love triangle that nobody wanted, because letting Moon and Qilbi just choose each other was apparently *not* an option.

The Vase scene and how the character's react and treat Winter in the 2nd half of Book 10 is one of the reasons why it's my least favorite WoF book. It really is unnecessarily mean spirited. Though I do wanna touch a bit on what you say here. Specifically about Moon since I think her actions her could of actually been handled in an interesting and impactful way.

This isn't to defend the Vase scene or anything...it's really bad and honestly I think it's worse with this context. I just wanna mention this since I think Moon is a really under-utilized character.

Moon's in a horrifically toxic friendship with Darkstalker, he repeatedly makes Moon feel responsible for his actions, he isolates her from her friends, he constantly pleads with her to stay with him because it'll make him better or make him stop acting horrible. It's notable that Moon is the only one Darkstalker didn't enchant because her Behavior is like someone who was enchanted. Darkstalker doesn't need to enchant Moon, he's already got his grubby in her 13 or so year old mind. Moonwatcher also has a surprisingly black-and-white worldview. Moonwatcher sorts thoughts into bad and good and judges people by them. Darkstalker exploited this by showing Moon all the good things he wants and all the good things he thinks.

If we get rid of all the magic from Darkstalker for a second what we have is a horror story where a much older teenager is manipulating a much younger one to Stay With Them so that They don't Kill Anyone. This is Deeply Horrifying and I'm not even going to touch on how he compares her to Clearsight because it becomes even creepier and I don't want to talk about stuff like that at the moment.

This is why I hate the vase scene even more! Because if we divorce it from the rest of book 10 for a bit it's actually a deeply fucking terrifying scene where Moonwatcher's sense of self is so reliant on Fixing Darkstalker that the idea of him doing something so horrible is something she can't accept because if she Does that means she's at fault.

Plus part of the worry in the vase scene is coming from how Moonwatcher trusts Darkstalker still, and how Darkstalker can read her mind. Winter is putting Moon at risk by telling her this. Could you imagine if Darkstalker Did decide to do something to Moon because of what Winter did? Moon is being put in danger by that information.

Of course we live in a world where book 10 sucks and Moonwatcher is barely a character outside of the love triangle so we don't get that. Moonwatcher's personality changes depending on what the love triangle needs to continue. The clearest example of this is Moon Wanting to Abandon waiting for Winter in Escaping Peril when SHE'S the one who wanted to wait for him in the first place!

I think one of my major problems with Book 10 is that, due to the romance plot, a lot of characters feel like there being given a script by Tui herself for the plot to go like this. So, as you mentioned, instead of acting like concerned friends who just learned that there friend's aunt was practically murdered, Qibli and Moon act really dismissive and even cruel. Complaining about being yelled at rather than the fact that Winter's Aunt is Dead. However this scene is supposed to push the romance further, to show how Winter is less attractive to Moon compared to Qibli.

Now, again, really fucked up to use his aunt's death as the backdrop here, but it is the purpose of the scene. This book is so meanspirited and horrible I Hate it god I hate Book 10-

#asks #book 10 I hope you get erased from the universe forever #hmm...feel like I need a cw for this but dont know what #ask to tag

[bluegekk0]

hey hii helloooo

i've been interested in your feral pk au for a while now, but i've been struggling to get around to reading everything

could you perhaps compress the information and possibly add some little fun facts and details that you think are interesting?

(also little side question, does pk purr, and would grimm be able to purr as well?)

(apologies if you've already answered questions like this)

Hiiiii

Of course, I'm always glad to talk about the AU and I don't mind detailing everything, even if I'm repeating myself! Quite the opposite actually, some details change with time so I think it's nice to sort of "refresh" the general background of the AU.

I'll put it under the "read more" thing, this is likely going to be very long since I'm not very good at keeping things short and brief hahah. Also, I'll primarily focus on FPK as he's the main point of the whole AU, but I'll sprinkle in some additional info about the other crucial characters.

Here's the timeline for the AU, and under the cut you can find the detailed summary of the events.

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I'll start at the very beginning since it's crucial for FPK's later character development. He was born a runt, so from the moment he hatched from an egg he was smaller and weaker than his siblings (and significantly lighter in color due to his leucism). For that reason he built a very close, but unfortunately unhealthy relationship with his mother. She saw him as weak, and so he tried everything he could to make her proud. But as wyrms do with their young, she eventually abandoned him to fend for himself, which gave him terrible abandonment anxiety as he believed that his failure to meet her expectations was the reason why she left.

Along the way, he developed very unhealthy eating habits. Being the weak one of the litter, he always had to fight for his food, otherwise it would be stolen from him. This left a permanent mark on his brain development, and to this very day he eats in a very quick and greedy manner if he feels even a little bit anxious. This plays a big role later in his life when he decides to create a kingdom.

I'll refer to FPK with his name, Vyrm, from now on. It is the original spelling of his species' name used where he comes from, one which he later adapted as his own name, though "wyrm" is the spelling used in Hallownest. FPK is what I usually use for the tags and in posts since I'm used to it, although "Pale King" is not actually part of his name in the AU anymore.

Throughout his early life, he had to constantly worry about being killed and eaten by other members of his kind. Cannibalism was a trait extremely common for wyrms due to lack of prey of their size, a side effect of the mutation that allowed them to stop aging - they outlived the other giant creatures of the region and were left with no sufficient food. This prompted Vyrm to find new ways of defending himself, which led him to learning soul magic from the ancient tablets left by the gods, made to assist any being that manages to decipher their meanings. Around this time, he developed a rising interest in the tiny bugs he often encountered, and seeing their attempts at forming communities, he believed he could become their equal and help them, to show the world and himself that he wasn't as destructive and cruel as the rest of his kind. So after traveling towards the mountains, he used a powerful spell that reduced his form to something that wouldn't frighten them, and eventually created Hallownest after giving many of the bugs in that area sapience.

The White Lady was the first being he encountered that helped him get back on his feet after the mentally draining change of form, and as he got attached to her, his childhood trauma kicked in - he wouldn't figure out that he was gay until much, much later, and since his bond with his mother was the only form of love he experienced thus far, he assumed that what he felt towards The White Lady was love. Unfortunately, this meant that his idea of love was obsessing over making her happy and meeting all of her expectations, a mindset that proved to be quite devastating for his mental health in the long run.

WL is a being that's very cold and distant in nature, at times appearing self-absorbed, and her ideal vision of her marriage to Vyrm unfortunately went against his more shy and emotional nature. He would sacrifice his own happiness so as not to upset her, and she sadly failed to notice how much that stressed him out. He was to attend important meetings, deliver speeches during royal events, and satisfy her needs, and he obliged, no matter how unhappy it made him. Here is a post that goes more in detail about their relationship.

Another very important reason for his continuous anxiety and decline in health was his refusal to eat food. Ever since learning the spell, he sustained himself with soul as opposed to eating, for a very simple reason - he knew how feral he was when eating, and he did not want to scare his subjects. On top of that, he feared being seen as a hypocrite, as he always encouraged the mortals to reject their beastly instincts. For the longest time, it appeared to have no negative side effects, but following his divorce with The White Lady (which was a result of their disagreements over the vessel plan as well as all the built up tension between them), he started showing signs of starvation. His body became very skinny, and he would frequently fall sick. Any attempts at eating food only backfired, as his stomach wasn't used to it.

But to rewind a little bit - some time after he married WL, he met Grimm. Grimm is the brother of The Radiance and one of the children of The Dream Lord, the king of The Gods' Plane. Soon before their father perished in the fight with The Shade Lord, they were both given a share of his domain to rule over - The Radiance was meant to control the dream essence, guard the happy dreams of bugs and give them hope, while Grimm (also known as The Nightmare at the time) looked after the nightmare essence, the bugs' nightmares and fears, and helped the mortals overcome and learn from them. To his sister's disapproval, he did not see eye to eye with her vision of godhood - he did not care for worship, and instead created himself a physical form to spend time with the mortals, whom he gained a fondness towards. They disagreed, she was paranoid about him conspiring against her and overthrowing her, and they eventually fought, which ended with Grimm's defeat and exile from The Gods' Plane. He began calling himself The Nightmare King to spite his sister, though he introduced himself as Grimm in the physical plane. Ever since, he has to periodically replace his physical body as the weakened Nightmare Heart is unable to sustain it indefinitely. He calls that process the ritual.

Grimm and Vyrm's first meeting wasn't exactly what you'd expect. Grimm had a fondness for pleasure, he loved to drink and make love (though his reasons for the latter were rooted in his loneliness and desperation for intimacy). And he saw Vyrm as the next name on his list of casual flings. However, as they talked, Grimm started noticing things about Vyrm that struck him personally. He could see the loneliness and sadness in his eyes, something that resonated with him. He was just as lonely, yearning for a fulfilling and intimate life that he witnessed in his interactions with the mortals, but aware of the fact that his immortality prevented him from finding true love and living that ideal life that he wanted. Hearing Vyrm's passionate rambles about his hobby, and sensing that similar loneliness, he thought that perhaps by helping the wyrm, he could help himself. So they became friends, very close friends, and although Grimm has had feelings for him from the start, Vyrm wouldn't show signs of returning them until after he separated with WL. Unfortunately, Grimm's rare visits to the palace and the return of the infection meant that they were not given a chance to confess their love for each other, as Vyrm disappeared with his palace soon after. I highly recommend reading this post for a more detailed description of their relationship.

I think this is a good opportunity to mention Holly (THK) and Hornet. I'll start with Holly since their relationship with Vyrm is closer to what you might expect. Vyrm tried his best not to get attached to them, as he had to remind himself that the vessels were not meant to be his children, but unfortunately he slipped occasionally. Holly idolized him and wanted to make him proud, but more importantly, they really wanted him to acknowledge them as his child. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to do it until after his hibernation (which I'll mention in a bit). Hornet, meanwhile, was always his beloved daughter whom he was incredibly close with. He raised her on his own, as WL left the palace around the time Holly was sealed away, all the way until his hibernation.

The hibernation was a result of his mental breakdown - after the infection returned, all of his fears and anxiety piled up until his mind was not able to take it, and in the last ditch effort to preserve it, he subconsciously used a spell that took him and his palace into his own manifested dream realm, separate from that of the gods, and started his hibernation. This was meant to erase all of his memories and save his brain from breaking down. The Knight (Ghost) interrupted it and woke him up, and he soon realized that he's been asleep for many, many years. The unfinished hibernation process messed up his brain quite a bit, and while most of his important memories were intact, he forgot a lot about his early life, which included the knowledge of how to use soul magic. Without the powers he relied on, he was forced to eat actual food, and so he began hunting the wildlife and feeding on it, now without the fear of being seen by his subjects. This is where the feral part of the AU name comes from - he's no longer the imposing, royal figure he once was, whenever he hunts, it's easy to confuse him for a beast. An intelligent one, but still a beast. And the big chunk of his character arc is accepting that part of his being, and finding happiness in his new life.

He eventually met with Hornet, who took him to Dirtmouth where he reunited with Holly and Grimm. With Holly, he finally expressed how proud he was of them, and promised to be the father that he never was. With Grimm, he confessed his love and apologized for taking so long to realize how he felt, and the two quickly became partners, and later husbands. With Hornet, his relationship had a very difficult start, as the years of being on her own made her bitter and angry. This is already getting very long, so here's a post I made about her relationship with Vyrm which goes in much more detail that I can reasonably fit here.

This is basically where the AU is at this moment. Vyrm lives with his family in Dirtmouth, returns to his old workshop hobby and slowly rebuilds the town using his skills and knowledge (some of it he had to re-learn from books). He completely rejects his old royal life, sees himself as a failure of a king and so does not want to be referred to as one (instead simply going by "Vyrm" as his name). He deals with many emotional and psychological issues - he lacks confidence, he's paranoid about failing his family and overall he's very anxious and quite emotionally unstable. Of course, he's much happier than he was before, his new life suits his nature a lot more, and even his more wild side is generally accepted by the community. But it's not all sunshine and rainbows, there is still quite a lot of trauma he has to process. And that goes for everyone in the main cast, they all have things they have to deal with. But at least they have each other.

There is an event that shakes their peaceful family life a little bit, and that is an attempt on Vyrm's life in the hands of one of the Grimmkin. Since Grimm decided to stay in Dirtmouth, he always returns to it between each ritual. And, after many years of being able to visit different kingdoms and enjoying what they have to offer, the Grimmkin got used to the relatively luxurious life, so the prospect of being stuck in this small town frustrated quite a few of them. One in particular decided to take the matter into their own hands, and while Grimm was away in the City of Tears, they attempted to take Vyrm's life in hopes that it would make their master leave Dirtmouth behind. They failed as Brumm interrupted the attempt, though they managed to wound Vyrm with a blade. He survived thanks to his family and friends rushing to treat his wound, meanwhile the Grimmkin behind it was caught by Brumm, and then brutally taken care of by Grimm after his return. It had a significant effect on all of them. Vyrm became more paranoid about being left all by himself. Grimm became even more protective of his partner and the rest of his family. Holly grew even more attached to Vyrm, refusing to leave him alone for a long time afterwards, out of fear that someone could hurt him again. And Hornet finally realized that she needed to be more clear about the fact that she cares about her family, in case she ever loses any of them. That's basically how it went, and I think this is the first time I actually mention it (as I debated whether to make this idea actually canon in the AU or not) so hey, I guess you can consider this a fun fact, even if it involves a lot of pain and blood hahaha

Also, I need to bring up the children. Their first child was Lewk. He's the child of Vyrm and Grimm, who hatched from an egg laid by the latter. He is currently 2 years old at the time of the AU (he was born about 5 years after Grimm and Vyrm's reunion). The newest addition to the family are the twins, Milo and Asta, who are currently about 2 months old.

Oh, also, Zote is part of the family as well. Initially Holly simply befriended him, but over time he got assimilated into the household. Here is a post that goes more in detail on how I see him, how he fits into the family and what the other characters think of him.

If you want to know more about the characters, especially the side characters I didn't mention here, you can read this post which has short descriptions for each of them.

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Some more posts that I'll link here instead of adding onto this already ridiculously long summary:

Lurien in the AU: how he survived / on his relationship with FPK

The state of Hallownest

WL's current whereabouts

On gods in the AU (more related posts linked in this one)

(will probably add more over time)

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God, I'm really sorry for the length of the reply, as I said, I struggle to condense this stuff into shorter posts especially since there's a lot to talk about (and I LOVE to ramble about this). There's a chance I missed some details, but if you're interested, just go through the #feral pk au tag on my blog (particularly the #save tag for the most important posts, it's linked in my pinned post), I tag all ask answers and related art with it, so it should be relatively easy to read through. If it's a bit overwhelming, you can always simply ask more questions if you're unsure about something, I'm always happy to answer! ❤

EDIT: I forgot to respond to the second half of the question, i'm sorry 😭 yes, FPK can make purring like noises. It's not exactly like cat purring, it has a bit of a stuffy noise sound to it i suppose? But I'd still call it purring. Grimm can't purr, though, so it's just FPK (and Holly with their purr-like void rumbling).

#ask stuff #feral pk au #au summary #<- so i can find this post easily in the future in case it's needed

[violetqueenofwands]

Lyria is my favorite character in the series and I think she’s gotten a bad rep for being ‘whiny’. Lyria being powerless is kind of the entire point of her story and one of the obstacles she has to overcome.

TLDR; Lyria is both a narrative dark horse that deserves more love, the angriest lesbian in the entire solar system and quite possibly the figure the narrative has set up to be the titular Red God of book 7

I really empathized with her in Iron Gold because she is just as angry as Darrow was in Book 1 but unlike him she doesn’t have Dancer to find her or Mickey to carve her into something stronger, and everyone keeps telling her to shut up and be quiet and be grateful to the republic for “All they’ve done for her” when all they did was turn her into the embodiment of the failures and broken promises of the republic.

The interrogation scene between her and Daxo and Theodora shows this the best.

If Daxo and Theodora acknowledge that Lyria is earnestly telling the truth that means acknowledging the failures of the republic; the reds rotting in assimilation camps, the continued wealth inequality and colorism, The Red Hand executing and raping Gammas; every single point the Vox Populii make is embodied in Lyria and believing her story would be an admission of failure.

Which is why it’s such a big fucking deal that Virgina DOES apologize to her and admit that she failed her personally. It validates everything Lyria has been feeling throughout the book and shows her that she’s not as powerless as she thinks. It’s the catalyst to Lyria and Holliday then confronting Ephraim about how he manipulated her and why she ultimately chooses to forgive him as well.

This theme of unlearning learned helplessness is expanded even more in Dark Age. Lyria is put in a situation where she has to choose to …… you guessed it: LIVE FOR MORE!

Instead of events merely happening around her and Lyria reacting she becomes a not just active but proactive in her own narrative. She saves Volga. She saves Victra (more than once), she saves the red girls from being child brides and her radio signal ultimately is the spark that unites all the citizens of mars to come to her aid and stomp the Red Hand into the dirt where they belong once and for all.

And it isn’t the Parasite that made this change happen either, it’s merely a tool she’s been given. Much like the red woman that gave Atlas’s men poisoned dates she’s found that she can play on the stereotype people expect of her as “a dumb mine lass” in order to do what she has to do and save those girls.

Ultimately I think Lyria is going to be huge loaded wild card in Book 6, between her going to Oculus where multiple narratives seem to be convening, the future of her relationship with Volga, another encounter with Volsung Fa, and hopefully a reunion with her brothers and Liam.

I also firmly maintain there is textual evidence Lyria is a lesbian, including the poem The Parasite speaks (O my mountain hyacinth) being one written by freaking SAPPHO the OG lesbian.

#Another day another Lyria essay #red rising saga #red rising #dark age #iron gold #red rising trilogy #lyria of lagalos #iron gold trilogy #mustang #pierce brown #light bringer

[dorothygale123]

So, we've talked quite a bit about Hou Yi before, but his story always seems to start with him slaying the 10 Suns, doesn't it? He never seems to have much going on before The Incident. Well, one of my sources may shed a bit of light (no pun intended) on his pre-banishment history.

See, my newest book says that a god named Yi, who is the descendent of the Black Emperor, hung out on Riyue Mountain (the place where the sun and moon set) and was in charge of making sure the stars stayed in their lanes and didn't bump into each other. A celestial traffic cop, if you will. Now, my source doesn't say anything about this Yi being the same Yi that shot down the suns and, as it's written in English, I don't know if they're spelled with the same characters, but when has that ever stopped me before? These are called sh*tposts for a reason!

Besides, I think it fits with Hou Yi and his role in his most famous myth really well. As a deity who spent a lot of time on the mountain where the suns set every night, it would make sense if he knew and was friends with them. This would add another possible reason to why Di Jun would choose Hou Yi specifically to try and convince the suns to chill out- he was hoping their friend could talk some sense into them. As a consequence, it seems a lot less stupid that Di Jun would be surprised "the arrow guy he commissioned to shoot arrows shot arrows at the people he pointed him at" (Red, OSP). He probably thought their friend would be thr last person to hurt them.

It also makes the fact that he did shoot shoot them down all the more tragic and juicy! They were his friends, he knew them, and he tried to get them to see reason, but he failed. He couldn't convince them, and the world was still dying. He had to do something. Anything. Even if it meant killing them with his own hands. And then you add in my idea that he, Shen I, and Erlang killed the suns together but Hou Yi took all the blame himself-!

Oh the DRAMA!!!

Sh*tpost Masterlist

#mythology sh*tposting #chinese mythology #hou yi #shen i #erlang shen #the 10 suns #di jun #black emperor #riyue mountain #zhuanxu #lmk #chang'e

[lilnasxvevo]

Wait I just thought of a good reason why Nie Huaisang is the only man who carries a fan in The Untamed despite historical realities of fans being a pretty gender-neutral accessory.

I bet that really strong cultivators can regulate their body temperature and don’t need fans.

We know that the world of The Untamed is laden with misogyny and that while women are trained in cultivation, they don’t seem to be expected to become as strong or talented as male cultivators (though obviously it’s more than possible for women to become extraordinary cultivators, like Baoshan Sanren and Lan Yi), they aren’t given leadership roles very often, and they especially don’t seem to be used as soldiers in wartime. So a certain weakness from women seems to be expected in this society and possibly even encouraged (you can become an ok cultivator but for the love of GOD don’t outshine the men or they’ll get mad at you).

So women trained in cultivation who aren’t quite good enough to regulate their own body temperature are allowed to carry fans and use them when they feel hot, and it might even be seen as desirable to do so, to advertise that she’s a demure little lady who knows her place and definitely won’t embarrass a potential suitor/her husband by being a better cultivator than him. Or something along those lines.

Meanwhile, even if the reality is that only a relatively small percentage of cultivators can actually regulate their temperature, male cultivators refuse to carry fans on principle—because that’s admitting outright that they aren’t good enough to cool themselves down without a fan.

Huaisang as a teenager simply doesn’t care enough about cultivation to care whether people know he’s not good enough to regulate his own temperature. Gusu Lan may be on a mountain and thus cooler than its surroundings, but it’s still warmer than Qinghe, and it’s summer, and Huaisang is HOT and sweating is gross so he’s GOING to use his fan.

Adult Huaisang is…still not a good enough cultivator to regulate his own temperature, but even more importantly, using the fan in public ADVERTISES his status as a weak cultivator and reinforces the impression people have of him as someone who doesn’t care about cultivation or self-respect or political optics or—much of anything, really.

#this also explains why no one seems to bundle up when they travel to colder regions #yes they’re freezing their nuts off. no they are not going to admit it

[demonadelem]

Origins Origins Bonus drabble

Title: First Kills

Characters: Philza Minecraft, Kristin Trixtin

Warnings/content: angst, nightmares, discussion of death and murder

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Somewhere in a shallow mountain cave on the side of cliff stayed Phil and Kristin. It was a good place to stay for the night, far off the ground and only accessible by flight; it was a safe place for both of them to get a good night's sleep, as if these conditions made it possible.

Kristin stared at Phil's sleeping form through the dark. While he was content on the cool stone floor in stiff grey dyed leather armor, sleeping with all his weapons on hand, Kristin was a bit more fickle, having laid out the panda pelt under her, still awake trying to get comfortable in the summer heat.

Phil shifted in his sleep, Kristin noticed and thought nothing of it, until the shifting turned to shaking and mumbling. She scooted closer, equally facinated and concern and so when she was done observing, she put her hand on his shoulder to wake Phil up.

Phil indeed woke up, violently, swinging a hidden knife right towards Kristin, slamming his wrist into the ground, the metal clattering away from them.

"Oh my god, I almost stabbed you."

he choked from fast shallow breaths.

"Nah, you weren't even close."

Having stretched out on her side, propping her chin up with a hand. A complete lack of concern eased the awkwardness for Phil, reaching over for his knife and tucking is back under the armor on his thigh.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"Nothing, it was just a nightmare. Okay, maybe not a nightmare come to think of it. I wasn't exactly the victim."

"Now you got me intrigued, do tell."

"Do you remember your first kill?"

"I do! It was quite a shock to everyone too, nobody had seen anything like it before. That's when I found my purpose.

Fond memories... You?"

"That is what I was dreaming about my first ki- I don't know if what I'm thinking counts."

"So? What was your first kill not kill then?"

Phil sighed.

"Think it was one of my first missions, we started noticing that all of arrows that were being shot at us were all bound with white feathers, which is odd because none of the white birds we knew where being killed.

So we went and tracked down the fletcher that was making these arrows what we found was...

It was an elytravian, not an elytrian, but an avian, chained to wall, their wings so badly plucked we knew that the chick would never fledge therefore never fly. Skinny to the bone, wrists, ankles rubbed raw by shackles, the avian had been there for months. The hunters found out that binding arrows with our feathers made fly better.

We found the fletcher, we tied that bastard up and just started beating him. Something changed in us halfway, we dropped the tools and started ripping into the body using our claws, teeth, stingers and talons.

I say I don't know if it was my first kill because I have no idea who landed the final blow. I do know that the fletcher died long before we stopped...

I remember this specific moment where I looked up to see my friends but instead I saw animals. That moment, that specific moment was what I was dreaming about."

"What happened to the avian?"

"The avian told us where their home was but partway through the journey we got caught in a storm and the chick wasn't strong enough to resist the cold.

We found the home and the family gave them a proper burial... We weren't invited."

"That definitely counts, you killed that fletcher, you all did. You're actually lucky that your first murder was a bad bad man who deserved it, helps you ease into later kills that maybe didn't deserve it but are nessary. More then ever it's kill or be killed."

"Us hybrids are born with talons, horns and teeth, built to kill, while the humans need tools fasioned from the environment and... people, maybe that's why the humans hate hybrids so much, our existence blurrs the line between them from the animals."

#origins origins #tw torture #torture tw #death tw #tw death #lems writings

[llycaons]

ep50 (4/4): super special extra reunion post time

I've said this already but for the uninitiated: I was a dumb idiot watching this for the first time and when this shot appeared I got all excited because for a split second I thought. I thought wwx was on one knee. like to propose 😭 obviously for several reasons that was not what was happening but I always think of it when they cut to this shot

ahh they're in the green of summer. growing things, life. not going towards winter. maybe the colors and season was why I think of jc and wwx's relationship as ending, but wwx and lwj's as persisting. that color symbolism is powerful

oh god those mountains are so gorgeous behind them

see he's wearing that patchy blue-black robe set from before! this could not have POSSIBLY been all in the same day.

anyway, bittersweet but ultimately for the best. not just wwx leaving to find some equilibrium in this world he's come back to, but lwj feeling the full force of his own affection and parting with wwx anyway. not exactly the same situation as lwj's parents were in, but significant all the same. wwx needs to be loved and cherished, but he also needs to be free. commitment (a collar) was something he feared in his previous life, and I don't think it's a stretch to say even now he's jumpy about it. after years of persecution and violence, letting him feel everything he needs to, establish himself in the world, and then come back when he's ready is one of the best things he can do for himself. staying in CR for a few weeks to rest and get ready to go back on the road made sense, but several things in cql point to CR not being wwx's preferred permanent home, especially the way this finale played out

lwj looks so beautiful in these shots my goodness. and he's not wearing all white anymore :)

wwx and lwj (and this shot) are SO dramatic I'm sure they didn't need to do All That. and yet they did. and I'm happy for it

ah but he'll still miss lwj. he plays the song as he goes - don't forget, I'll be back to ask about this. I still care about you. I won't forget either. I'll see you again

this must be a fragment of conversation from the walk up. I think wwx does know - he's teasing, and lwj is reassuring - yes, I know it. I've known it for a long time. I'll tell you, when you come back

one of the most formative pieces of meta I've read described the name of the song as lwj's confession piece, which is why I always find it odd that postcanon fics don't often incorporate it. I guess if you're not worried about censorship, you can just have them make out. but it's such an elegant and thematically appropriate mechanism of confession, and the deep significance it holds to the characters make it especially suitable. that's how I envision the confession happening

back to wwx after an unspecified amount of time, but definitely not the same day unless wwx very quickly and without stopping his music changed clothes. I think, minimum three months, max 12 . probably more like 6-8

reading get-togethers, I always get nervous about him standing right near the cliff edge. what if he falls! but he's easily 10 ft away from the edge so I guess I can rest my heart

on that topic, there's not much cover for them. if they wanna fuck it's going to be right out in the open. unless they pitch a tent or something ig

but honestly, if they never so much as kissed before this, they're probably going to take their time getting closer. they jumped right into intimacy in the book but even with their more consistent relationship here I think it would take a while. if they DID kiss in ep43, maybe not quite so long, but it's not like there's a rush. they're together, they'll go at their own pace. I feel like a lot of fics rush it, but sometimes the journey fun and exciting all on its own

ah this is so beautiful

HERE IT IS!!!

oh and he FREEZES. I always assumed they planned to meet, but he seems genuinely shocked here, so maybe not

aw I always liked this smile. a secret little thing, private and excited. anticipatory

and there he is with the 🥺 vibes. before he breaks out into the big smile, he just turns with that look like this is the most important thing he's ever looked upon

and there's that smile. he's okay, he's okay. we've come full circle, right down to a cliffside meeting. he's happy, and healthy, and ready. he made it! and now the next chapter of their lives can begin

man I don't even know what to say. it's the end! what a journey. what a performance from everyone. what a lot to digest. what a lot to love. what a lot of grieve. this story will be with me for the rest of my life no matter what. wei wuxian and lan wangji, always in my heart. I love you all

personal highlights:

when I picked up that jgy was giving lxc a test, that was neat

lqr, running up, yelling "running is prohibited! loud voices are prohibited!"

jin ling looking over for wwx with such a yearning expression on his face...

the entire scene in the autumn courtyard. TAKE CARE 😭

wwx being happy and playful with chenqing 😊

wwx happy crying!!! as is his right!

waving bye with his dizi like he did when he was young!

wwx's mid-forest crying really did hit me ugh xz was so good in this episode as he always is

lwj playing in the springs and wwx walking down to join him on dizi...what was happening there 👀

remembering their shared vow and 'you deserve to be wei ying' are like two of the highest points in the SERIES for me

wwx quoting the 'do not associate with evil' line to nhs lmao

I really do love the entire cliffside separation scene AND the reunion scene of course but of particular note

them being dramatic and going in opposite directions of a massive mountain

"When I return, you better have a name for this song"/"I have long known it."

wwx freezing when he hears his name in lwj's voice, the tiny smile, the slow turn, the big relieved grin. my god. my god. all of it.

everything is just so beautiful 😊🥰♥🎉🎇❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍 and love is real!!! thank you the untamed!!!!

#I panic a little when I realize it's a character's very last appearance. this is such a long show #how can anyone just stop showing up? but it ends! they all do! #cql re-rewatch

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 11

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Confession time!!

Author’s Note: ;3 Almost up to the spice. Enjoy x

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When I first got to the mountains, Robin was basically all, “Hey girl, did you fuck my son last night?” She just wants her Sebby to find a nice person to settle down with, understandably. And that person happens to be me. It’s whatever, it’s fine, I’m quite obviously not complaining.

But I am going to complain about this:

My back is pinned against the armrest of the couch, Seb caging me in place with one arm and holding my face close to his with the other.  Not doing anything scandalous, basically just absorbing the essence of one another. Deciding whether or not it was the right time for bustin’ moves, if I had to guess what the hell was going on…

And Robin just fucking barges in on us, no knocking or warning or anything. We don’t even hear her come in. Seb mentioned at some point once that she always knocks before entering, at the very least – not this time, that nosy bastard!

We’ve only been like this for, like, a minute or two, maybe less. I dunno, everything feels like slow motion. What are the odds she decides now is a good time to come in? Was she eavesdropping? 

“So,” she startles us, “you kids having fun down here?”

Seb jumps back and yells, “Ma, what the fuck!” as I let my body fall limp over the edge of the couch, hand over my heart. Staring at the wooden ceiling. Wondering, why?

I hear a feminine giggle. “(Y/n)?” Robin calls out to me, leaning around Seb, who’s standing in the way of our line of vision with his hands on his hips.

“Yes, Mrs. Byrne-DuBois?” 

I only address her by last name (she just had to hyphenate Demetrius' onto the end of her’s… that lady loves being difficult in every possible way) when I’m annoyed. She knowingly chuckles at this, that little shi—

“Sorry, sorry, nevermind!” She puts her hands up, defensively.

I lean up fully. “No! Please! Continue!” I urge her.

“Nope! Have fun, be safe, love you!” She laughs making her way to the door. 

Before he can shut her out and as I call out to her again, wanting to hear what stupid little comment she has up her sleeve, she makes sure to remind Seb that he needs protection. He practically shoves her through the doorframe.

“I am so sorry oh my fucking god,” he breathes, leaning against the closed door.

I can’t help but laugh. “Y’know… maybe it’s for the best that she rammed her way in here,” I admit. 

He tilts his head, looking a little hurt. “Why, what d’you mean?”

I breathe heavily, preparing myself for a big ol’ ~official~ confession of sorts. I’ve done this plenty, bless my poor, hopeless romantic heart. Still isn’t easy though.

I cross my legs, nerves catching up to me. “We’re moving kinda quick, don’t you think?”

Seb sits back down in front of me, nodding. “Are you against moving quickly?” he asks.

“No, it’s really exciting actually,” I blurt out. “But I don’t want to, like, mess anything up, or whatever.” 

Seb reaches out for my hand, which I carefully place in his, intertwining our fingers. He props his elbow onto his leg and brings both our hands to his face, leaning his cheek onto them, his eyes still focused on me.

“I fucking like you, dude,” I mutter shakily, refusing to look at him directly. “Like, a lot. I started crushing on you the day we met and I knew it was silly since I didn’t even know you then but it just kept building up into this.” The more I talk, the faster my words spill out.

I uncross my legs and tuck them into my chest, hoping to find safety in hiding behind them, but not wanting to remove my hand from the comfort of his. 

“And I don’t expect you to feel it too. It’s totally okay if you don’t. But, like, if we were to just go ahead and kiss, or more , ya know... or… whatever the hell we were going to do there, I don’t want to get hurt because I’m the only one who–” 

I trail off from my tense rambling because he just kissed the top of my hand oh my god? It’s a tiny gesture, but my heart skipped a beat.

He leans his face back onto our woven fingers, smiling so sweetly, so genuinely, before placing another kiss, this time against my palm. When he departs, he leans down to my hand with his forehead, almost nuzzling into it. 

My eyes are brimming with tears, not like I’m hurt or something, but because I’m just feeling so much right now. Embarrassed? Absolutely. Loved, but also like I’m falling in love, really fucking quickly? Maybe! I don’t know what to say, so I wait for him to break the silence.

“(Y/n),” he eventually beams, “That’s so fucking cool.” He laughs into my hand. As if he, like, worships the damn thing. 

I obviously haven’t known Seb for long in the grand scheme of things, but I haven’t felt this safe with anyone , friend or romantic interest, in years. Maybe over a decade. And not only does that person feel safe with me too — the highest honor, to be honest — but it seems like he reciprocates these stupid little butterflies, the dumb serotonin hits when we’re together, and all that other lovey-dovey junk too, if his reaction is anything to go by.

Probably too good to be true, but hey, I’m fine with riding this out. 

I start fucking crying like a big dumb baby, not knowing how to handle these feelings. Seb looks worried when he sees the tears rolling down my face, but I shake my head, smiling, and just lean forward into the crook of his neck for comfort. 

“You ok?” he asks as he pulls me in closer. I untuck my legs from my torso and retuck them underneath myself.

A muffled “yeah” spills out of my mouth as I continue to shove myself into him, not knowing what else to do with myself. “Overwhelmed,” I sniffle. I feel him chuckle.

“How much time do you have to hang around?” 

I wipe my eyes before looking up at him, in a haze, shrugging. “Not like I have anywhere to be.”

That’s a half-lie. I was still considering going to the saloon, but after all this emotional overstimulation I’m dealing with, I don’t know if a lot of people and loud noises and boozy drinks are a good idea.

“How do you feel about bikes?”

I furrow my eyebrows and sniffle. “Like, bike bikes, or motorcycles?” 

“Motorcycles.”

”They look scary. Never been on one.”

“Do you trust me?”

So much. I simply nod.

“Cool, c’mon,” he gets up, returning his hand into mine to pull me up with him. “I wanna show you something.”

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My legs feel absolutely boneless as I step off of the motorcycle and onto the dirt clearing Seb drove us to. I use his bike for support, while he laughs at me. I probably look ridiculous — struggling to find my land legs, wearing his helmet, which is far too big for my head.

“Not a fan?”

“No, I am, that was fun,” I shakily reply, “just uh… new.”

He’s visibly amused, but looks ready to help me anyway. Not this time, buddy , I can handle myself! I take off Seb’s helmet and carry it in my arms. I imagine that, to him, it probably and unfortunately looks the same as when you go to a state fair or something, and spot a bunch of kids carrying gigantic prize plushies that their parents likely won them. 

I look around, not seeing much. Just trees, some lightning bugs emerging into the young night, and other forest debris. All I can hear is crickets singing and some distant frogs croaking. Hmm…

“This is sketchy, no?”

He slowly begins walking up the small incline we’re on. I take a big step to catch up, now syncing up with his relaxed strides.

“Absolutely, it is,” he agrees. “ Perfect spot for me to kill you .”

He whips out an evil laugh. It’s pretty good, actually. Gave me goosebumps, but not from fear. I mentally spray myself with water. No horny, (y/n)!

“Impressive,” I chirp out. Fuck.

“Oh, that earned me one of your squeaks?”

I bring the helmet to my forehead for a moment, in lieu of a facepalm. He takes it from me while I have it lifted, and replaces it by weaving his fingers into mine. I look at his face, sassily squinting my eyes — but his view stays forward. He has his signature look , clearly proud of his influence on me. Ugh.

“Bro,” I complain, “I can’t help that I’m easy to read.”

“It’s not a bad thing. Quite helpful, actually.”

“Helpful how?”

He doesn’t answer. Another, more calm but just as sinister, chuckle escapes him. 

“Asshole…” I mumble.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

“Whatever.”

“You ready?” he asks, coming to a halt in front of a bunch of bushes. Ready for what, I think to myself? Leaves and twigs and bugs?

I go along with it, morbid curiosity taking control. “Sure…” 

He steps through a small gap between two of the hedges, clearing the way so I can get through more easily. When we emerge, we’re on a cliff, overlooking a distant Zuzu City. 

“Holy shit, Seb,” I whisper, taking in all the lights speckled across the horizon. 

He lights up a cigarette and gets himself cozy on a nearby log, invitingly patting the spot next to him. I join him. 

“I can’t believe I lived there… feels strange. It’s kinda sad to look at, almost.” 

“I feel the same.” He puffs out some smoke, making sure to blow in the opposite direction. What a sweetie. “I come here to clear my head, usually. Think about life without the distractions of other people around, if that makes sense.”

I hum and nod.

A few moments of silence go by, he finishes his cigarette and puts it out in the dirt before storing it in his pocket. I nagged him for littering his cigarette butts in front of the Stardrop once. I meant it mostly jokingly, but as far as I’ve seen, he’s actually making an effort not to do it anymore. Maybe it’s for me, maybe it’s for the environment and the frogs, but I’m not mad about it either way.

“I don’t normally bring girls here…” he speaks quietly. “Don’t think I’ve brought anyone here, actually. You’re the first.”

I tuck my feet onto the log and my legs into my chest, resting my chin on top of my kneecaps. “Yeah?” I smile.

He nods. Breathes out. Does that thing where he gets nervy and picks at his nail polish… I want to hold his hands, maybe calm him down, but if he’s peeling off the paint because he needs to fidget, I don’t want to interfere. I wonder if he’d let me give him a manicure sometime?

Seb looks up at the sky. Not sure if I should look at the sky with him or at the city, I look at Seb, instead. I hope I don’t seem creepy. He’s a prettier view, so it’s really not my fault. 

I observe the curve of his adam’s apple, the point at the tip of his nose, the light stubble from a patch he seemed to miss while shaving, the dark bags under his eyes that give a little extra edge to his aesthetic… aaand, he caught me. My eyes go wide as his narrow.

“(Y/n),” he sings teasingly, in his stupid seductive tone, with his stupid eyebrow wiggles.

“Sebastian,” I challenge pointedly and with confidence.

He scoots closer to me, and I match his movement so that I can lean on him. I’ve come to the conclusion that Seb’s shoulder is my favorite place. He puts his hand on my lower back, and I can feel him fidgeting with the fabric on the hoodie I’ve tied around my waist.

“I… fuck,” he laughs. “This is hard.” 

I smile and nudge him with my head a little. “What is?”

This would be the perfect timing for a “ Haha is it you? Are you hard right now?”, but I exercise restraint.

He stares at me, gnawing at his lip. My eyes dance around his face, eager to find out what he’s going to say. I’ve never seen him look so nervous. 

“You… you meant what you said earlier, right?”

“What?”

“Sorry,” he nervously laughs, “about your feelings for me, I mean.”

I laugh, blushing, and firmly nod. “I really, really like you Sebastian.” Does he not believe me?

“C-cool,” he mumbles quietly under his breath, looking away for a moment, with a smile creeping up on him.

When his eyes return to mine, he tries again. “I’m, like… uh… fucking… oh fucking god damnit are you kidding me Yoba why can’t I fucking speak right now?”

He puts both hands behind his head and stretches his back. I feel bad for laughing, but his frustration is adorable. So many profanities. So little time. 

In the midst of his frustration, he cups my face hard, turning it up to face towards his. Gets my body tingling a little bit, to be honest. He doesn’t say anything, and I’m trying to figure out if I should say something. I put each of my hands on top of his corresponding ones, not quite knowing how to handle the situation. 

He exhales and closes his eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m freaking out so much.” 

“It’s okay,” I giggle. 

After another few breaths, he says, “I have something important to say and I’m just...” he grunts in place of words.

I pull my hands away and reach one up to brush his hair out of his eyes, gently cupping his sharp jawline for a moment after. “Take your time, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

He rests his forehead against mine. I gasp. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my frickin’ chest. I reach back up to his cheek again, pacing my thumb across his skin.

“You… you know what I’m trying to say, don’t you?” he pleads, as I feel his face heating up beneath my touch. 

“I think so, yeah,” I whisper. He visibly relaxes, closing his eyes again. When he opens them, his attention directs straight to my lips. When he refocuses onto my eyes, there’s a glimmer of hope in his own.

“(Y/n), can I kiss you?” he whispers.

I nod, and barely a second later, Sebastian’s lips collide with mine.

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“I’ve been falling for you so hard, you have no idea…” Seb happily whispers onto my lips between kisses. He begins to kiss a little harder, feeling bolder, weaving some more compliments together when he can. “You’re incredible,” “This is so sick,” “I can’t believe you feel the same way that I do.” Etcetera. Stroking the shit out of my ego.

“Hard to believe you were struggling to say anything affectionate just a few minutes ago,” I muse, my lips still brushing his as I pull away briefly.

“Whatever, nerd,” he growls, tugging at my lip with his teeth to reel me back in. Once he’s got me, he slowly lowers my body against the log so that I’m lying beneath him. 

My fingers tangle through his hair as he licks my bottom lip, hinting that he wants in. I oblige, like the good gentlewoman I am, and bro, I’ve never felt so much bliss from tongue-wrestling someone in my life. 

I don’t know how long we’ve been wrapped up in each other on this log, but it has to have been a bit. Now that our feelings are out in the open, it’s like we’re both lingering onto every second that passes, not wanting to risk it coming to an end.

Seb trails his fingertips from the back of my head to the front of my throat, and clamps his hand on with a light squeeze. Luckily, I quietly moan instead of my usual squeaky tic. Still embarrassing, but at least I don’t sound like a frickin’ dog toy. Plus, if his pleased humming is anything to go by, he enjoyed the reaction. Yoba, I don’t want this to end… 

As if the universe is telling me to go fuck myself, Seb groans into my mouth in frustration and pulls away, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls me into his lap as he answers the call. Rather than waiting patiently, I decide to play his game. I want a turn to fluster him for a change. If that’s even possible. Only one way to find out!

I lean my head into the crook of his neck, and just when he thinks I’m simply getting comfy, I lift my lips to his jawline — I swear, this shit could cut diamonds — and trail soft pecks down to his neck. I feel his hairs raise and he breathes in heavily, promptly clearing his throat to sound more natural in his conversation. 

I smile against his skin before giving it a lil’ bite. The ol’ razzle dazzle. But before I can sooth it with another kiss, he takes a tuft of my hair and tugs on it. I guess it’s time to stop. That was nice while it lasted.

I rest onto his shoulder and fiddle with the same loose thread I’d played around with while on his couch earlier. This time, I tear it free, and zone out on the sky while twirling it around between my fingers. Following what seems like an eternity, but was likely closer to a few minutes, Seb hangs up, and rests his head onto mine. 

He whines. “Sam and Abby are pissed that I ditched them.”

“You didn’t tell them you weren’t going tonight?” 

He shakes his head, “I was just… really excited to spend some time with you.” We both chuckle. “Fuck, that was cheesy, wasn’t it?”

“Way too cheesy.”

“Fuck you.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing!” I defend.

He gives me a suspicious look. I return it. He rolls his eyes and delivers a big smooch to my forehead. I go back to work on his neck while he has it in the open again, attacking it with more kisses. 

“Having fun?”

“So much,” I admit, smiling against his goosebumps. “I can stop if you want.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, actually,” he challenges, pulling my face up to his and giving me a short but passionate snog. “My turn,” he mumbles as he kisses his way down to my neck.

I roll my head to give him a bit more room, subconsciously rubbing my legs together. I don’t notice this until he does, his hand gripping my thigh; and predictably, he has something to say about it.

“You like that?” Seb seductively murmurs against my skin. He swiftly figures out the spot I respond to most and sucks there, hard — that’s gonna leave a mark, but I couldn’t care less right now.

I nod and hum a quiet “mhm” at his comment, not trusting myself to be able to form words while he does this to me.

“Seems unlike you to not even try denying it.”

“Don’t wanna,” I blissfully sigh, “Feels nice.”

He laughs while leaving another love bite, and because I’m extremely A Bottom, I moan at merely the feeling of his voice reverberating through my body.  I didn’t think I could ever be this ravenous, but I am, so I change my position from being politely seated in his lap to a full straddle.

As my crotch makes contact with his hips, he audibly swallows. I squeak when I notice the hard-on beneath me, ‘cause holy shit that thing might be huge. I wonder if he can feel my wetness through our jeans…? I don’t think I’ve ever been that soaked before, but there’s a first for everything. 

Cupping his cheeks, I hone in on his mouth, ever so slightly gyrating my lower body in his lap. I’m not wonderful on top, which he may unfortunately discover soon enough, but I can at least act as a good tease. I open my eyes and inhale in shock as I feel him slide his hands from my lower back to my ass. He plants his palms against it, hiding them in my back pockets and holding me in place.

Seb pulls away from our kiss. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I’ve never seen his eyes look this dark. He’s clearly enjoying this just as much as I am, which on its own is exhilarating.

I grin and coyly ask, “What do you mean?” as I move some hair out of his face.

He narrows his eyes at me, starts going to town on my neck again, and harshly grabs two large fistfulls of my butt from within my pockets. He lifts me up slightly, adding a little more force to his squeeze, biting the skin where my collarbone meets my shoulder hard enough that he might’ve drawn blood. Fine by me, I think to myself, sighing in pleasure.

Seb weakens his grip when he’s satisfied, gravity forcing my body back down to its original position. In unison, we make a small noise in response to the feeling of our clothed cores crashing together.

“Holy shit, (y/n),” he rests his forehead against mine, his chuckles dusting hot breaths onto my face. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“In, like, a good way?” 

“The fuck do you think?”

I chuckle menacingly, giving him a soft peck on the top of his nose. A dreamy – albeit mischievous – smile forms across his face.

“What?”

He goes in for more kisses, and I happily accept. “You’re adorable,” he murmurs against my lips. “Makes me feel guilty about all the thoughts I’m having right now.” 

“Not my problem,” I tease.

“It’s about to be,” he threatens. 

“What do you mean by that?”

Seb stands, lifting me with him, and gently plants my feet back on the ground.

“Time to go!”

…

What?

“What?”

“You said something about us moving too quickly this afternoon,” he smirks.

Oh, you bitch!

“Well, yeah, but—”

“But nothing.” he shoots finger guns in my direction. 

“Ugh.”

He starts walking back to where we emerged from, and I follow. “Do me a favor, darling?”

I’ve never been one to find that term of endearment very… endearing. But oh my GODDD when he says it, it’s a whole new story. 

“W-what’s up?” I fucking stutter.

“Think of me while you take care of yourself tonight, yeah?” He smiles wide . Little bastard.

“Sebastian.”

“Yes?” 

“Fuck yourself.”

“Gladly,” he looks back at me and waggles his brows. Grabbing my hand and directing his attention to his pocket with the other, he continues, “Speaking of which, I’ll delete that picture of you now, before I forget to.”

I think for a moment. It is risky to tell him not to, but… the fact that he’s openly implied that he’s going to use it to jerk off makes my heart race.

“Nah, keep it.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Really?” 

“Mhm,” I hum. 

“Is there a catch to it?” 

“No, I just…” I trail off, realizing I was about to say something scandalous and feeling my body physically stop me from doing it. Why am I so bad at this shit?

“Just what?” Seb prods.

I take a deep breath. “I, uh… it’s really hot to like…” I stumble over my mumbled words a little more, of course. “Imagining you getting off while looking at me or thinking of me or whatever is really sexy,” I blurt out, chest puffed like I just earned a medal or some shit.

He laughs , hard. Oh no. This is painful.

“Dude I’m bad at this dirty talking shit or whatever, leave me alone!” I defend myself as we approach his motorcycle.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“That laugh said it all.”

“I was laughing because I was surprised . Didn’t expect such a bold statement out of you,” he says, settling his helmet on my head and tugging me onto the bike behind him.

“‘Didn’t expect such a bold statement out of you’ shut the fuck up.”

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