#to me they are like insanely possessive of each other but they have these idealized versions of one another that dont fully live up to the

[horrorknife]

babe, this wouldn't be the first time it will not be the last time there's no parasol that could shelter this weather

#chainshipping #saw #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw 2004 #saw franchise #saw movie #song is oil and water by incubus #'chainshipping is a healthy relationship' EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER #post bathroom theywould be the most dysfunctional and horrible couple and i think thats awesome and sexy of them. #adam is spiteful and angry and lawrence is obstinate and bitchy. they live in two extremely different worlds #i just wish more ppl would willingly explore the wildly antagonistic nature of their relationship bc its intoxicating to me #to me they are like insanely possessive of each other but they have these idealized versions of one another that dont fully live up to the #person in their head #they are riddled with problems and issues but at the root of it all they care for each other and understand each other in a way no one else #ever will #so they cling to each other and learn to love each other and learn to grow together. but it takes a long time #and akgdmfglf i have such a Specific Vision for apprentice adam in my head like . most of my chainshipping ideas involve apprentice adam bc #i just love the concept too much #anyway apprentice chainshipping goes absolutely crazy. you should try it sometime #if youve read all these tags im kissing you with tongue. #my art

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇

𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘!𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 ❞𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗬❞ 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — you and lloyd’s fights are…intense.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. DARK THEMES. rough sex. knife play. consensual hitting. blood play. pussy spanking. degradation. possessive behavior. spitting. physical violence & threats of violence. yall know the drill, these 2 are literally insane and their relationship isn't ideal in the slightest.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — the relationship dynamics between lloyd and reader in this series are not for the faint of heart. they’re not a cute couple. realistically speaking, their relationship can hardly be considered healthy. if that kind of dynamic is not for you, this is your sign to exit this fic. heed the warnings and understand that you are responsible for what you read. for a heightened and ✨ spicier ✨ experience, read while listening to “teeth” by 5sos slow + reverb.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

DINNER WAS TENSE as you and your fiancée sat opposite each other, the pair of you opting to occupy both heads of the table of the grand dining table rather than next to each other.

Fed up with Lloyd’s bullshit, you were fixated on ignoring him for the rest of the night. All you wanted to do was have a nice meal, a long bubble bath, and the California king bed in your master bedroom at your complete reign. Lloyd could sleep with the goddamn roaches for all you cared. Every now and then, the harsh clench of his jaw as he aggressively chewed and glared at you would catch your eye. You remained unmoved, your mood lightening as your hunger began to subside.

Once your plate was clean, you made your presence scarce, heading straight up to your bedroom. Humming to yourself, you flittered around the premise as you prepared for your night; removing your clothes, jewelry, and makeup while waiting for the tub to fill up. Like a kid in a candy store, you picked out your favorite Epsom salts, bubble bath, and a couple of essential oils and got to concocting your dream bath potion. When all was said and done, you finally sunk into the steaming water with a deep exhale of relief. Closing your eyes, you allowed your mind to drift into a state of ataraxis, hoping the essential oils would soothe the headache your fiancé had caused you.

They say when you think of the devil, we will appear. He did just as that the second his angered face danced through your thoughts.

“Stop fucking ignoring me.” Lloyd commanded, marching loudly into your ensuite.

You huffed sharply, turning around in the tub so that your back was to him. He didn’t appreciate the gesture in the slightest. Within the next couple of seconds, Lloyd had made his way around the tub, standing behind you with a ring clad hand wrapped around your damp throat.

“I could drown you right here. Right now. Leave your pretty body to the vultures and replace you with some other little whore who doesn’t dismiss me like I’m some cuck.” He growled into your ear. “You wanna ignore me? I’ll pretend like you never even existed to me.”

You scoffed.

“You won’t get rid of me. You can’t. You need me, you breathe me.”

His grip tightened.

“I don’t need anyone.”

“Then why am I still alive shit talking you, Hansen?”

The chord in him snapped. Lloyd hauled you up out of the tub by your jugular. You countered his rebuttal with viper like speed, reaching for a glass decanter and striking him with it. Trillions of tiny crystalline pieces adorned the ground as the glass shattered. Crimson drizzled from his temple down the side of his face, curling around his jaw before soaking the collar of his shirt.

“You’re ruining my bubble bath!” You shrieked angrily, attempting to free yourself from his grip and sink back into the water.

If he knew he was bleeding or was lightly concussed, he didn’t show it. Instead, Lloyd grabbed you by your shoulders and violently shook your naked form as he spoke.

“And you have ruined my entire day with your insufferableness, you dumb fucking brat!”

You cranked your head back before bashing your skull into his. It disoriented him momentarily. He took a moment to gather himself, shaking his head and reorienting his center. A wicked stretched across his loathsomely handsome face from ear to ear.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Like the complete heathen he was, he carelessly tossed your body over his shoulder and hauled you out of the bathroom. The marble tiles and his clothes were soaked, but it didn’t phase him. You thrashed wildly in his hold, screaming like a banshee.

“I said leave me alo—”

Your words were cut short when your body was slammed on the bed and you were met with a sharp slap to your cheek. His body loomed over you like a predator would its prey, clutching your face harshly and squeezing your cheeks together while you looked up at him with wide, inferno eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess. You know you like it—”

It was your turn to interrupt him with a wad of spit to his face.

Lloyd shut his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he wiped your saliva away with the back of his hand. His grin widened.

“Baby,” He began. His candy coated words were seemingly sweet, but anyone with a brain could see the venom oozing out of them. “Daddy doesn’t wanna fight with you.”

He reached into the back of his pocket and fished out a knife, the twin to yours. Its blade shimmered as the twinkly lights of the diamond chandelier ahead of you bounced off of it.

“So, I’m going to give you a couple chances because I love you. That’s what we do for the people we love, hmm?”

He brought the knife closer to you, tapping the flat side of its tip against your lips.

“We’ll leave this face alone though. It’s too precious.” He cooed. “Now, love of my life…”

Llyod leisurely trailed the knife from the skin of your neck, down to your torso in between your breasts. Its sharp edge just barely kissed your flesh, drawing the thinnest line of blood. Your fire didn’t die. Despite that, you continued to glare into his cold eyes defiantly.

“Do you have something you’d like to say to me?”

Testing his patience, you remained silent. You wanted to push him to the edge and watch him lose his shit. And just as he thought he was the one in control, you wanted to be the one to force him back into subordination. Lloyd’s muscles relaxed as he mistook your silence for cooperation. His guard was slowly dropping.

Hook, line, and sinker.

A tiny giggle escaped your lips. It escalated into full maniac laughter in the span of seconds.

“Fuck you.”

Before he could blink, his knife was in your grasp and his back was hitting the mattress of your California king. It was now his throat that his own blade was pressed against, your body straddling his. For a split second, Lloyd wanted nothing more than to flip you over and make love to you until the sunset came up. You were gorgeous when you were like this; bare for him in more ways than one. He loved when you bore his soul to him, letting the pure madness that resided deep inside you out to play.

“You sure talk a lot for the only person bleeding right now.” You snarled, applying pressure to the blade and drawing more blood.

Lloyd chuckled, raising his hips slightly off the bed and firmly pressing his arousal against your unclothed core. The roughness of his pants against your clit nearly made you cave in. You loved the man, there was nothing you wanted him than to kiss him breathless, but he drove you insane. It was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. Not only could you adore him without any boundaries, but he was able to root up the deepest, darkest emotions you had ever felt in your life.

“This feels like a repeat of the first time we met. You tried to kill me.” Lloyd purred, grinding against you at an agonizingly tantalizing pace. It made you dizzy, your lids dropping down along with your walls.

He took the opportunity to take back the knife and sit up, nuzzling his face into your neck. He nosed the wound he created.

“I knew I’d do anything for you the second you held that gun to my head. That if I died right then and there, my last thought would be of you without a single regret. You knew that. You knew I’d follow you to the ends of this earth on my hands and knees no matter what. That’s why you keep me around.”

The blade once again made itself at home between your breasts. This time, Lloyd didn’t hold back. Swiftly, he sliced your flesh. Seconds after. He reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He pulled you against his body; flesh to flesh. Your blood smeared against his alabaster chest.

“But let me remind you, sweetheart. If I bleed, you bleed with me.”

Lloyd’s lips attacked your throat, his tongue lapping against at the lesion he created there. You gasped at the initial sting, the muscle feeling rough against the newly formed lesion. Soon, however, his ministrations began to soothe you. Giving in finally, you began to grind against him. The action caused Lloyd’s reverie to splinter. Before you could blink, the man had flipped you over onto all fours. He kneed behind you, undoing his belt and taking off the rest of his clothing. You knew you were in for it when you heard him expeditiously slip his belt from the belt loops of his pants. Expertly, he wrapped the strip of leather around your throat and fastened it. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt you, but it was tight enough to remind you of your place. The mere thought humored you.

“You’re going soft on me, bub—”

Your remark was rudely cut off when Lloyd yanked the tail end of the belt. Your spine was arched so hard it was almost unnatural. He drew himself closer to you, cradling the underside of your jaw affectionately before retreating his hand in between your thighs. Your head was cupped in his large palm.

“I’ll still break your fucking jaw.” His hand dipped in between your legs, meaty fingers dipping into your entrance and swirling around in your wetness. He massaged your clit in slow circles before withdrawing and placing an acute spank on your core. You yelped as one followed another in meteoric succession.

“You have pissed. Me. Off.” Lloyd seethed, landing a couple more slaps to your core before reaching in between his legs and gripping his cock. “You and that stupid, uppity fucking attitude of yours.”

He drove into you with one long thrust. You cried out loudly as you tossed your head back, not even recognizing your own voice as it left your body. Lloyd wasted no time, pistoning into you with so much force that your body was almost knocked over save for the length of his belt tugging you upright once more. His pace was rapid, barely giving you time to process when he was inside of you before he was retreating from your heat again. Lloyd wasn’t exactly the softest lover. Even when he was making love to you rather than just fucking you, he was still rough and possessive. You were used to marks on your skin and soreness between your legs as a result of your trysts. But this? He had never been this feral. A slither of you was fearful that this wasn’t the extent of his cruelty – that you had completely and utterly exasperated every ounce of mercy he had to give. But that part was just small enough to excite you.

“Do it.” You breathed. “Hurt me. I w-want—”

The words couldn’t leave your mouth, your brain only able to form wanton sounds of pleasure. He breathlessly cackled from behind you, planting a sloppy smooch on your heated cheek dewy with perspiration.

“I fucking love you. You were made for me. Say it. Use your dumb baby brain, and tell me you belong to me or I’ll fucking end you right here.” He growled in your ear.

“I love you!” You whimpered loudly, your eyes welling up with tears as the pleasure became too intense. “I love you, I n-need you, p-please...”

Your sentence trailed off as you panted wildly, your beloved’s pace and vigor unfaltering. You felt the stickiness of your blood on his chest as he pressed his flesh against your back, the sensation causing your eyes to roll backward. Lloyd kissed away your tears as they slid down your cheeks, chuckling lowly and sadistically.

“I love being the only person to see you like this. Submissive. Weak. At my mercy What would everyone think if they knew the person they feared the most could be taken down with something as simple as cock?” He taunted.

For once, you had nothing to say. You only mewled indecently, gripping Lloyd’s forearms, your manicured nails penetrating his skin and drawing tiny half moons of blood. Your reverie reached its peak as your walls fluttered around his length before unclenching compactly. All strength left your body as your orgasm sent you into a frenzied state of lust. Lloyd did nothing as you fell flat against the mattress, fisting the sheets in your palms as he fucked you through your high.

His large hands fell to your hips.

“You can give me another one, hmm, sweet girl? Give daddy another one, baby, make me cum,” Lloyd moaned lowly, his eyes closed, and his lips parted as he sloppily thrusted away.

You began to squirm as another orgasm rapidly approached. Lloyd cursed loudly before the first rope of cum was shot into you. His body crashed down on top of yours, hips still moving on their own accord as he pumped every last drop of his spent into your core. You hummed in content, basking in his warmth. You reached up with one arm, grasping the back of his neck and tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. He practically purred your affection, leaning down to litter butterfly kisses across the span of your naked back. There was a peaceful silence as the two of you caught your breath, your bodies coming down from the wear and tear of your activities. It wasn’t until Lloyd cupped your face gently and turned it towards him that you realized that time had indeed passed.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered earnestly.

Shaking your head, you leaned forward and placed a loving kiss upon his awaiting lips.

“No, I am.” You lamented. “I forgot what we were even fighting about.”

He chuckled, nosing your shoulder affectionately.

“That means I did my job well.”

Snorting, you flicked his forehead. He chuffed aggravatedly.

“Has my head not suffered enough damage today? You literally headbutted me and hit me with a vase! Why the fuck would you do that, woman?!”

You soothed the spot with a kiss.

“You owe me a new vase.”

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x asian!reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen fanfiction #the gray man fanfiction #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen imagine #the grey man #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x asian!reader #chris evans one shot

[wishitweresummer]

Love Bites (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 1170

Warning: Romantic dnf and there’s a lot of body kissing.

This is for Mushie’s lee!George week! This is Day 1 and the prompt is Soft Tickles.

     It's been a lovely three months. Things were falling into a perfect rhythm with Dream and George. They have each figured out what the other likes and loves, and they even worked out boundaries with Sapnap.

     There was one trait of each of them that made their relationship ideal.

     George loves to be wanted and Dream wants George more than anything.

     They fall into the serious and playful possessiveness comfortably. If George is nearby, Dream grabs him and pulls him close. They are always touching.

     They belong to each other. But Dream's head spins with the idea of George belonging to him. In the most loving and respectful way. He's just a little crazy.

     Early on, George cut off one of Dream's favorite things for the sake of his own sanity. A few weeks into dating, George sat down at the table for breakfast completely marked up. Possessive bruises littering his neck and collarbone, on display. Sapnap spit out his orange juice at the sight and laid into him. He snorted in disbelief at Dream.

"Are you fucking crazy? Look at him!", he scoffed. "Are you guys in high school or something? That's ridiculous Dream.". Sapnap shook his head while Dream bristled in shame. George couldn't make eye contact with the shorter man for four days as his marks faded away.

     Dream has whined in the gentlest of ways about a desire to find new places no one could see to leave marks, but George wouldn't entertain the idea. Always, George had been a private person. He shared slowly. The initial event had startled him and he wasn't ready. Sapnap hadn't meant any harm past teasing, but it stuck with him.

     Early April, Sapnap announced his big trip to the other two. He hasn't seen his family since before Dream's face reveal and it was time to go see them. A week and a half. Dream and George would miss him dearly...but they buzzed with excitement for the alone time.

     George in particular had some ideas rattling around his mind when driving home with just his boyfriend back from the airport.

                                        ~•~

     Dream jumped in his computer chair as George kicked down his bedroom door.

"Hey!", he cried in protest as the older man quickly grabbed his chair and spun it around to face him. "You can't ju-", his words cut off as he realized George was stood in just his black boxers. "George.", he breathed.

"We are alone.".

"Yes.", Dream swallows and nods, smiling dumbly. George can only grin at his idiot. Of course they had been alone countless times and have done everything that has come along with that. But here's his boyfriend looking at him with that excited innocence all over again. Idly, he wondered when their honeymoon phase would end, or if it would at all.

     George stepped back and gestured at his half-naked body.

"Sapnap is gone. Would you give me love bites?".

"Love bites?", he asked, but nodded as he stood up.

"Love bite. Like, a hickey.". Dream gasped and rushed at him. George yelped and burst into giggles as Dream grabbed him and slammed him down onto the bed on his back. "You're such an idiot.", he groaned in embarrassment.

"That is so cute. Love bites? I'm calling them that for now on.", Dream barreled on as he climbed on top of George and buried his face in his neck, nuzzling lovingly. "You're too adorable, it's insane. My little pretty boy, so cute and lovely and you're going to be even prettier covered in my love bites. That's so cute.". George couldn't help but squirm under the compliments and nuzzles, shoving lightly at Dream's chest. He was always so overwhelming.

He settled down a bit when Dream latched onto his sensitive neck and teased his teeth against it. George could only gasp and squirm, having forgotten the intense feeling.

The room was filled with George's soft noises as Dream trailed his way around his neck, down his collarbone, across his shoulders, and lower. The little breaths and gasps were sweet until a squeak escaped him when Dream reached his sensitive tummy.

"Dream.", he whispered. The man smirked up at him.

"Yes?", he asked before digging his teeth back in gently, startling a rush of giggles out of him.

"Dream!". He shoved his head away.

     The romantic night got a little derailed.

     Dream collected George's pesky wrists and pinned them to his chest as he continued his fun. Ticklish kisses and bites littered the squirmy man's sides and tummy as he giggled hysterically.

"Please this is so mean!", George cried. His face flushed when Dream was able to incapacitate him so effortlessly. The affectionate tickles were shocking, sending his body jerking back and forth against his will as he giggled himself silly.

"You literally asked for this.", Dream mumbled directly into George's bellybutton, dragging squeaks and gasps from his lips.

"Idiot!".

"Do you want me to try some other spots?", Dream threatened, then followed through immediately as he sat up and moved down the bed with George's hands still pressed against his chest.

"No! Dream no!!". Dream brushed his lips against a pale trembling thigh. "Oh god no please!", George could only beg as he squirmed under the hold.

     Relentless as always, Dream grabbed a hold of the squirmy leg and started working ticklish love bites along the sensitive flesh. George squealed and twisted, to no avail. Laughter bubbled from him against his will.

     It wasn't long before Dream was teasing his evil lips and teeth just about everywhere. The bedroom filled with squealing and desperate giggles as George found out just how ticklish he was to such a gentle touch.

     He thrashed so hard when Dream started teasing along his ankle he nearly kicked him. Frantic giggles pouring out as he shoved uselessly at Dream with his newly free hands, helpless nonetheless.

     Dream, always one to get carried away, even flipped George over so he could leave the sweet little marks across his sensitive back. A firm grip on narrow hips kept George in place as he squirmed for his life.

     Kisses and bites unbearably soft.

     George nearly drowned in the sickeningly sweet affection as Dream was only encouraged more by cute laughter and pleads for mercy.

     The night was nothing like what he expected. Dream made it a point to find every single spot that drove George mad.

                                       ~•~

     While the event wasn't what George had planned, the final result was the desired one.

     When Dream found George with his arms crossed in the kitchen the next morning in just basketball shorts he doubled over in wheezing laughter. George's entire body was littered with the evidence of Dream's playful affection,

     When he calmed down, he pulled the pouting Brit into his loving arms and kissed his hair.

"I think you need more...", he teased.

"Shut up!". George shoved him and was instantly pulled into a kiss.

     They found it a bit difficult to kiss while giggling, but they always made it work.

#wishitweresummer #lee!georgenotfound #ler!dream #mcyt tickle #dnf tickle #dnf #dnf kiss #georgenotfound tickle #mushies lee!george week

[fluffsoo]

Now let's talk about Hush. Can we talk about Hush please? I've been dying to talk about Hush with you all day, okay?

I have been working my way through the Redacted audios like a being fully possessed for the last few weeks since I discovered the channel. Hush and the mystery of what the fuck he is has overtaken my brain and I need to voice my thoughts so that they will stop plaguing my every waking moment.

This is gonna be long. It's gonna be erratic as fuck. It's probably not even gonna make any sense or be the littlest bit true, but theorizing gives my life joy and I wanna talk about it. Take my hand, join me.

So Hush. The two prevailing theories are that he is either a sovereign or a shade. To be honest I've jumped between both theories off and on... at this point though I don't believe he is a sovereign, and I really do flip flop on him being a shade, fully fed or otherwise. The way I see it is.... I think he's an experiment of the Sovereigns to become the ideal creature to serve their needs.

Sovereigns created d(a)emons out of pure arcana as beings to serve them. Made them dependent on their energy to live. But they made d(a)emons too powerful. They became rebellious. So the sovereigns went looking for others to serve them and found humanity. They gifted the humans magic, but not as powerful as d(a)emons in the hopes that it would keep them from being able to rebel, and this would have worked if the d(a)emons hadn't discovered that humans could fuel them like the sovereigns and the two teamed up to fight their rulers.

We know that the sovereigns have tried making other "races" before; when they tried to make humans with powers more similar to d(a)emons it turned them into the vampires, so the idea of them experimenting on finding the balance isn't too crazy. To find the happy medium of arcane power to be strong but not self sufficient enough to turn against them like the others did...

The sovereigns want out of their prison under the river of Death. They have messengers, shades, passing their demands for freedom to people like CloseKnit, but I don't see them as the type to wait idly by, hoping that the humans will listen and find a way to release them. What they need isn't a messenger, they need an enforcer acting in their interests on Elegy. A being formed to be more and less than their last creations.

Maybe it's just some of the wording used by Reticuli that gets my brain whirling with the ideas of Hush being an amalgamation of d(a)emonkind and humanity... The choice of "abomination" and "dissect" just really makes me feel like he is an experiment, one that the Chorus somehow has discovered and is trying to figure out too. Reticuli and Hush speak to each other like there is some sort of arrangement between the Chorus and him. The ultimatum of "You agree to the terms or you cease to exist." means there's something they're trying to get from Hush. I would assume it's answers on what the fuck he is. I don't recall there being much lore out there right now on the Chorus (though if I'm mistaken please shoot me those references I crave knowledge) so who knows what their plans are or what they could have wanted Hush for....

We know Hush is new to Elegy and he's come here for what we can only assume are devious intentions, given his multiple warnings that the listener saving may end up being the worst mistake of their life. To be new to Elegy, and having run-ins with the Chorus, would mean he possibly came from Aria, or passed through Aria at least. To have been on Aria means he has to be made of arcana like d(a)emons, but even the council of d(a)emons doesn't know what he is. He has an insane amount of magic at his disposal, given the way he was able to obliterate a fucking demon by pumping so much magic into him that he was eviscerated. But he doesn't have a magical core.

With the big blast of magic being the only like.... outward show of power we've seen from him so far it can't be confirmed but I wonder if maybe the "balance" of power for him is that he lacks the core he needs to use the intense amount of arcana he possesses. Like I feel as if that would be an interesting way for the Sovereigns to keep him from getting too out of hand (and one day rebelling like their other creations).

(jfc I typed out a whole paragraph about this and then tumblr ate it so here's my second attempt that will in no way be as good as the first was) The way my mind imagines it, it's like Hush used Doc's core almost in reverse. A human's magical core is supposed to like "purify" the raw arcana into something that they can use. Their threads connect up to Aria, pulling down the arcana through the hole they make in the Meridian and then into their core to turn it into the less powerful "magic" that won't just completely destroy their physical bodies. But with Hush it's like he has access to the full pure spectrum of arcana but no way to bring it past the Meridian, unlike d(a)emonkind that don't need to worry about their power passing through the Meridian. He needed to use Doc's core to squeeze it through their hole in the Meridian "like channeling the entire force of a river through a pinhole".

Like if that's what was really going on how the fuck DID Doc survive that? Enough arcane force to completely unravel a DEMON shot pure through a human's simple magical core... It seems like it would at least burn out their core, which we don't know if that happened to Doc yet so it's a possibility, unless his abilities were somehow designed with that in mind? Some sort of failsafe to keep from overloading the core he used? But like I said that's very much an out-there theory at the moment and idk if what I'm trying to convey makes any sense I just find the way his power was shown to be so interesting and I really wanna learn more!

Anyways to the last point in this insane rambling I wanna talk about Inversion. We have no way of knowing just where on the timeline Hush's video takes place as of right now. Considering some meta regarding videos being released recently I have some ideas on that. The channel right now is in a split, with more of the slice-of-life storylines having moved on from the Inversion and are now, according to the timeline, almost 2 years Post Inversion. But the more story heavy arcs (the Balance, Carpe Deus, Sovereign State, Project Meridian) are sitting around the immediate moments of Post Inversion or have not been given a canonical place on the timeline yet (Project Meridian I'm looking at you but I have theories on that too)

As of now Sovereign State still isn't up on the timeline but the last few videos in that series show that Avior and Starlight popped back to Elegy right before the Inversion and helped with the fallout. Carpe Deus has Vega and Warden heading to CloseKnit and according to the last updates on the timeline for them they are still in Pre Inversion. The Balance left off directly Post Inversion as well, Elliott left CloseKnit and went to the Department for help only to learn that it just happened. These are all falling close enough to each other in time that I feel confident putting the idea out there that Hush's appearance falls in this group moreso than the 2 year Post Inversion timeline.

So that idea leads to two options. Was Hush the cause of the Inversion, or was he the fallout? I can see both being plausible. If he came to Elegy with a mission Pre Inversion then that mission could very well have been to open the rift between Death and Elegy for the Sovereigns. It would definitely solidify his claims that he is not a good person and Doc would regret saving his life, especially if they learn that he's the reason all those people died. Personally though, I believe the Inversion had to happen in order to create Hush.

With my theory of Hush being an experiment of the Sovereigns, a new type of being they're creating to serve a purpose for them, I see Inversion as the proverbial lighting strike needed to give their Frankenstein life. Think about it. If it was just a feeding frenzy for the shades, why not open the rift on a more populated unempowered human city? Why was it so convenient that the rift opened on a stadium full of empowered humans during an event that made sure there would be a huge population of magical people there? Because they were feeding on immense power to channel into their creation.

Here's a quote from the timeline that fueled this idea for me specifically: "Brachium comes to the realization that this act wasn't meant as an invasion, but rather as a feast, where the forces below the river of Death could gorge on the magic and energy of those who died. He wonders how much time they have left before something greater than Shades breaks free."

Now could they have just been feeding on all this power to make themselves stronger in order to soon break out of their prison themselves? Yeah. Absolutely. Damn... maybe Hush did cause the Inversion then for the Sovereigns...

No no I'm gonna stick to my guns. I think the Inversion funneled enough power to the Sovereigns trapped under the river of Death that they were able to channel it into creating a being to enforce their will for escape down on Elegy.

And why would I stick to this silly little theory after I just sort of proved myself wrong with a different, more plausible theory?

Because that Frankenstein parallel I just made hit so good on just like a storytelling principle that I got lightheaded. and having the Sovereigns break themselves out now just wouldn't be as fun.

Anyways, in summary since this post has really gotten away from me at this point: I think the Sovereigns made Hush using the power they got from the Inversion. I think he's an experiment of theirs on how to better combine d(a)emonkind and humanity's power but still keep it in check so that they don't end up with another resistance. I think he's going to converge with a few of the current story-heavy characters like Blake and Avior and if so I am eagerly awaiting the crossovers of all the immediate Post Inversion storylines happening right now.

And lastly I just wanna say that every time I say Hush is an "experiment" I just picture him as Stitch. He is so Stitch coded you don't even understand.

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted hush #redacted theories #can we talk about how the only 2 posts i've made for this fandom are both hush related #i literally discovered the channel the day the hush audio dropped ok we are connected in ways no one will ever understand #i've been working up the nerve to post this for like a week please talk to me about your theories lets be besties

[madnessofmen]

The first chapter of T.E. Lawrence's autobiographical Seven Pillars of Wisdom is some of the best writing I've encountered in ages. He conveys how grueling the conditions were during the WWI Arab Revolt, not with descriptions of weather or terrain or bloodshed, but by their psychological effects. There's almost a grotesque beauty in the way he describes just how mentally unwell they were.

I've put the entirety of the first chapter below the cut because literally the whole thing makes me insane.

As time went by our need to fight for the ideal increased to an unquestioning possession, riding with spur and rein over our doubts. Willy-nilly it became a faith. We had sold ourselves into its slavery, manacled ourselves together in its chain-gang, bowed ourselves to serve its holiness with all our good and ill content. The mentality of ordinary human slaves is terrible—they have lost the world—and we had surrendered, not body alone, but soul to the overmastering greed of victory. By our own act we were drained of morality, of volition, of responsibility, like dead leaves in the wind.

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Some of the evil of my tale may have been inherent in our circumstances. For years we lived anyhow with one another in the naked desert, under the indifferent heaven. By day the hot sun fermented us; and we were dizzied by the beating wind. At night we were stained by dew, and shamed into pettiness by the innumerable silences of stars. We were a self-centred army without parade or gesture, devoted to freedom, the second of man’s creeds, a purpose so ravenous that it devoured all our strength, a hope so transcendent that our earlier ambitions faded in its glare.

The everlasting battle stripped from us care of our own lives or of others’. We had ropes about our necks, and on our heads prices which showed that the enemy intended hideous tortures for us if we were caught. Each day some of us passed; and the living knew themselves just sentient puppets on God’s stage: indeed, our taskmaster was merciless, merciless, so long as our bruised feet could stagger forward on the road. The weak envied those tired enough to die; for success looked so remote, and failure a near and certain, if sharp, release from toil. We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling. This impotency was bitter to us, and made us live only for the seen horizon, reckless what spite we inflicted or endured, since physical sensation showed itself meanly transient. Gusts of cruelty, perversions, lusts ran lightly over the surface without troubling us; for the moral laws which had seemed to hedge about these silly accidents must be yet fainter words. We had learned that there were pangs too sharp, griefs too deep, ecstasies too high for our finite selves to register. When emotion reached this pitch the mind choked; and memory went white till the circumstances were humdrum once more.

Such exaltation of thought, while it let adrift the spirit, and gave it licence in strange airs, lost it the old patient rule over the body. The body was too coarse to feel the utmost of our sorrows and of our joys. Therefore, we abandoned it as rubbish: we left it below us to march forward, a breathing simulacrum, on its own unaided level, subject to influences from which in normal times our instincts would have shrunk. The men were young and sturdy; and hot flesh and blood unconsciously claimed a right in them and tormented their bellies with strange longings. Our privations and dangers fanned this virile heat, in a climate as racking as can be conceived. We had no shut places to be alone in, no thick clothes to hide our nature. Man in all things lived candidly with man.

The Arab was by nature continent; and the use of universal marriage had nearly abolished irregular courses in his tribes. The public women of the rare settlements we encountered in our months of wandering would have been nothing to our numbers, even had their raddled meat been palatable to a man of healthy parts. In horror of such sordid commerce our youths began indifferently to slake one another’s few needs in their own clean bodies—a cold convenience that, by comparison, seemed sexless and even pure. Later, some began to justify this sterile process, and swore that friends quivering together in the yielding sand with intimate hot limbs in supreme embrace, found there hidden in the darkness a sensual coefficient of the mental passion which was welding our souls and spirits in one flaming effort. Several, thirsting to punish appetites they could not wholly prevent, took a savage pride in degrading the body, and offered themselves fiercely in any habit which promised physical pain or filth.

I was sent to these Arabs as a stranger, unable to think their thoughts or subscribe their beliefs, but charged by duty to lead them forward and to develop to the highest any movement of theirs profitable to England in her war. If I could not assume their character, I could at least conceal my own, and pass among them without evident friction, neither a discord nor a critic but an unnoticed influence. Since I was their fellow, I will not be their apologist or advocate. Today in my old garments, I could play the bystander, obedient to the sensibilities of our theatre … but it is more honest to record that these ideas and actions then passed naturally. What now looks wanton or sadic seemed in the field inevitable, or just unimportant routine.

Blood was always on our hands: we were licensed to it. Wounding and killing seemed ephemeral pains, so very brief and sore was life with us. With the sorrow of living so great, the sorrow of punishment had to be pitiless. We lived for the day and died for it. When there was reason and desire to punish we wrote our lesson with gun or whip immediately in the sullen flesh of the sufferer, and the case was beyond appeal. The desert did not afford the refined slow penalties of courts and gaols.

Of course our rewards and pleasures were as suddenly sweeping as our troubles; but, to me in particular, they bulked less large. Bedouin ways were hard even for those brought up to them, and for strangers terrible: a death in life. When the march or labour ended I had no energy to record sensation, nor while it lasted any leisure to see the spiritual loveliness which sometimes came upon us by the way. In my notes, the cruel rather than the beautiful found place. We no doubt enjoyed more the rare moments of peace and forgetfulness; but I remember more the agony, the terrors, and the mistakes. Our life is not summed up in what I have written (there are things not to be repeated in cold blood for very shame); but what I have written was in and of our life. Pray God that men reading the story will not, for love of the glamour of strangeness, go out to prostitute themselves and their talents in serving another race.

A man who gives himself to be a possession of aliens leads a Yahoo life, having bartered his soul to a brute-master. He is not of them. He may stand against them, persuade himself of a mission, batter and twist them into something which they, of their own accord, would not have been. Then he is exploiting his old environment to press them out of theirs. Or, after my model, he may imitate them so well that they spuriously imitate him back again. Then he is giving away his own environment: pretending to theirs; and pretences are hollow, worthless things. In neither case does he do a thing of himself, nor a thing so clean as to be his own (without thought of conversion), letting them take what action or reaction they please from the silent example.

In my case, the effort for these years to live in the dress of Arabs, and to imitate their mental foundation, quitted me of my English self, and let me look at the West and its conventions with new eyes: they destroyed it all for me. At the same time I could not sincerely take on the Arab skin: it was an affectation only. Easily was a man made an infidel, but hardly might he be converted to another faith. I had dropped one form and not taken on the other, and was become like Muhammed’s coffin in our legend, with a resultant feeling of intense loneliness in life, and a contempt, not for other men, but for all they do. Such detachment came at times to a man exhausted by prolonged physical effort and isolation. His body plodded on mechanically, while his reasonable mind left him, and from without looked down critically on him, wondering what that futile lumber did and why. Sometimes these selves would converse in the void; and then madness was very near, as I believe it would be near the man who could see things through the veils at once of two customs, two educations, two environments.

#t e lawrence #seven pillars of wisdom #the next couple chapters were were really hard for me 😔 #i don't understand geography and politics in the Arabian peninsula 😔

[bibbykins]

Yo my love, how you doing? Moonlight reign has me on chokehold rn and I'm begging for more. I don't know if I can ask this because this might be treading the spoiler area but if I may ask, how soon we'll be seeing the rest of the boys getting obsessed with her? (no pressure tho) Also, I don't know if this has been asked but are the boys yandere for each other as well? Like what if Jungkook left them for the mc? Will they be unhinge? or idk, a normal breakup for what is normal for mafias? Oh, also will the moonlight mc be similar to bunny where she's lowkey yandere for her boys too? or will it be kind of "I have these boys who are dangerous and powerful and I don't really wanna be with them but they can go apeshit for me so I guess Imma stay" vibe?

Oh, also (lmao) if worst comes to worst, will the moonlight mc have the capability of killing or maybe harming jungkook? (imagine the angst tho) Another question (lmaoooo) this might be spoiler again so if you don't want to answer any of this, feel free. Can you give a little description of how unhinge each one of the boys (maybe in the near future for the mc?) Like who gets jealous easily? How do they get jealous? Who's going to be the shoot to kill just cause he got possessive? Or what will happen if (I'm talking when they're all obsessed with her) she just suddenly ghosted them (for fun I guess)?

Anyways, you've really one up yourself once again and I'm obsessed with every second of it. Hydrate yourself and have a great day! <3

Hiiii! Thank you so much for the sweet words and the questions ahhhh i love them!!

As for how long it'll be... I'll try to be as vague as I can but it won't be crazy long, but it also won't be all at once, you know. A medium burn, if you will.

The boys are yandere for each other lol. Jungkook's ideal life is MC joining the fray like yesterday. He would never leave them, but he was indeed dead serious when he said he would take his life if they killed MC. It's all or nothing for him. There is no breaking up for them, there's just time and space away and that's it. Their relationship is super out of whack and only open because they were basically broken up without breaking up. Physical connection with other people doesn't matter because they have their emotional connection no matter what. Naturally, MC is going to change all of that big time lol.

I'd say she would be kinda yandere for them yeah, similar to bunny she never experienced love like this, and she already finds Jungkook's attention addictive so they'll have the same effect on her. She's also never been protected before so she will want to return the favor. MC is sensitive but first and foremost she is extremely deadly so lol~

Also I would say nah MC doesn't have the stomach for harming Jungkook, but she likes to think she does. She likes to think she's just as cold and heartless as she was raised, but I think deep down she didn't run at first partially because she knew it would hurt her and Jungkook too much. I cannot stress enough how much he was all she had and I am just waiting for an excuse to write their flashbacks hehe

Also maybe a spoiler but its fun so I'll answer a lil under the cut: heed any and all yandere warnings, they're toxic and crazy and mafia au dudes so they kill. Also the descriptions only apply when they are fully in love with the MC, which not all of them are yet so keep that in mind.

MR fellas yandere types:

Jungkook:

-borderline delusional evidently lmao

-he loves with his whole being and is unapologetic about it

-obviously handles being ghosted extremely poorly, he lasted an afternoon basically before he went insane

-surprisingly the least jealous of them, but mostly because he's enough of a brat to divert attention back to him lmao

-will only kill if asked to or if there is a present threat

-how does it make you feel knowing he is the most sane? LMAO

Namjoon:

-stoic and uncaring on the outside but foaming at the mouth the moment she's out of sight basically

-has to know everything she is doing but is too emotionally stunted to just ask

-will send flowers or lunch and either not or forget to sign his name, yes he is embarrassed about it

-takes almost losing her to be less dumb about loving her ;)

-gets jealous only if someone touches her, is mostly okay with flirting because he knows she can't flirt back even if she wanted to rip no rizz MC

-is MC more fit to fight then he is? yes. Will he insist on being the one to fight her battles? absolutely lmao

-won't just kill someone right there he is a CEO he has a public image to protect

-cannot be ghosted he can control her bank account easy, his company owns it lmao

-he will make sure someone deals with it, and will make arrangments to personally do so if he feels so inclined (will melt if MC asks him to do literally anything)

Jin:

-this one is hard to elaborate on without spoilers so forgive my vagueness

-once in love, basically a puppy

-doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but will take great joy in doing it for her

-surprisingly jealous, and will insist that she is touching his hand, waist, anything while they're out together

-super difficult to ghost for reasons yet to be shared

-touchstarved. I'll leave that there for now~

Yoongi:

-also hard to say much without spoiling too much

-where Namjoon won't ask for every detail, he will

-will get manic if she doesn't text him back and assume the worst

-more protective than he is jealous, but is willing to just shoot and kill right there if need be

-has more restraint outwardly, but he will take drastic measures to keep MC around

-ghosting him is not an option, he is everywhere, and he will remind her until she caves

Hoseok:

-okay crazy stalker with a smile, go off

-clingy with a capital C, he wants her to live in his pocket just like Jungkook does

-jealous in a way that she doesn't pick up on lol, it's the smile that throws her off

-doesn't prefer to kill, but certainly not scared to

-will pretend she's not ghosting him and will camp outside of her door like it's normal

-seems the most normal, is definitely not

Taehyung:

-most obviously the most jealous

-his first interaction with her is indication enough, and he was being nice to her (in his eyes) so I promise he is so much more mean, especially when it eventually comes to her

-extremely protective

-will kill someone to prove his devotion, unprompted

-puppy but feral puppy who bites his leash off

-if ghosted, will bang on her door until she lets him in, regardless of the time

Jimin:

-guard dog, full stop

-territorial and jealous, but eager to please

-his job is fighting, he loves to do so on her behalf, it's like its his peacock moment

-loves to get some idiots blood cleaned off of him by her, he's so gross lol

-handles being ghosted the best, by default

-lasts two days max before he's straight up punching through the door with a smile on his face like nothing's wrong

-you know how villains will have some cat wrapped around their neck that looks evil? that's jimin. he's that cat.

#ask #moonlight reign ask #yandere bts

[suuho]

sorry that topmew remain the most intriguing dynamic/couple in only friends to me. there is genuine care and emotion between them but their entire relationship is of such cynical nature, that it rings hollow or lays like a thick blanket over the honest affection they do evidently possess for each other. especially top, i think his preference for mew was born out of a sense of challenge and possession and has morphed into something that is an actual effort to be with mew, or be the sort of partner someone like mew deserves (or the kind of guy top thinks mew would love as a boyfriend). he is eager to succeed in this relationship, and more than that, he wants nothing more than mew’s approval—and the approval of the people important to mew.

their relationship is sort of insane because it seems gimmicky and false at first, but actually reads to me more along the lines of, you are the only person i can see myself with/that is ideal for this version of my future and current self, and even if it isn’t love, it’s you. and no one else could be you, or you and me. ray could not be the right partner for mew because mew will never see him as anything more than a friend and he has a soft core, too soft for someone like mew; someone capable of eating you alive. top comes across as terribly phony and the world’s worst fuckboy, but boston would never be the sort of person to fit with his idea of a perfect life (and by the hand he put around top’s neck, it is evident that he is more of a threat to top than an actual prospect, and top has been aware of that the entire time. his reluctance was not out of nowhere).

i don’t think top has ever opened himself up emotionally to anyone as he’s done with mew—whether he likes it or not. and mew loves the thrill of being with top because mending top into the shape he wants him to be is a welcome challenge to him. and along the way, i think these two will realize, despite how nasty they can be to each other—or maybe precisely because of that dichotomy of genuine (momentary) affection while playing house and their constant back and forth of who can one up the other (or hurt the other worse)—that they are the only people worthy of each other’s love. and it’s so compelling to watch that play out on the screen. how these two seem to stumble into each other, despite orchestrating every step that led them there. constantly thinking they’ve got it all figured out, when the big ol’ feelings are the only variable they have not under any control whatsoever, no matter what they think.

#topmew #only friends #does any of this make sense… i hope it does. #kaz talks

[singsweetmelodies]

just wanted to say that your charlos tags on the notp post were a WHOLE ASS MOOD

like i can't deny the chemistry because i'd have a lifetime supply of smoothies from the level of 🍓🍊🍌🥝🍇 in those c2 videos. but i just cannot indulge in it whatsoever

i can't even point to a specific moment that turned me from 'oh they have a fun teammate dynamic!' to a full-blown hater ('hater' is a bit strong but close enough) but it must've been something to do with the fans...

anyways, just wanted to express my gratitude for those tags. nice to know that i'm not alone

darling anon!! thank you so much for this ask - and oh, bestie, you are definitely not alone. you are so not alone, and i am actually hugging you rn, because it's always fab to find someone who agrees with your ship opinion 👌 sorry to the charlos fans out there, but it just can't be for us. #rip

and that third paragraph of yours - ah, man, i feel you so much. i also used to genuinely enjoy their teammate dynamic a lot (loved watching the c2 challenges, etc etc.) and i also can't quite point to a specific moment when this changed? but i do know the general themes about it, and since i had an incredibly long exhausting day at work today, i'm quite in the mood to rant about them. i will do so under the cut, though, lmao, because goodness knows i'm in a petty mood tonight.

any and all passionate charlos or just carlos sainz fans - please do not click on the readmore, because i'm not going to be terribly nice to your fav here, i'm afraid 🙃

so for me, when i first got into f1, it wouldn't have been inaccurate to say that i kinda loved carlos sainz. i loved the carlando/mclaren videos, and i loved the c2 challenges. he's funny, and he's pretty, and he has a cute dog, and he drives for ferrari... what more could you want?

the thing is, though. i am a charles girlie first and foremost. even though i liked carlos, he was never on the same level as charles for me. especially not in terms of driving - because, well, just look at the start of the 2022 season. enough said.

what started getting to me was that group of passionate carlos fans (the carlos girlies) who seemed to seriously think that carlos is a better driver than charles. they would slander charles and call him an inconsistent/reckless driver, while saying carlos was so much better. obviously, this rubbed me up quite the wrong way. and then at the same time, i was seeing carlos on my screen giving interviews where he would insist that if he'd had a few more laps, he would have overtaken max's red bull. like... i'm sorry, but that was never going to happen. in any world. pffft. (my thoughts at this point went: arrogant! he thinks he's better than he actually is.)

so that got me to like carlos himself a little less, which obviously has an influence on the ship as a whole. i mean, it would be hard to like a ship if you only really like one of the two partners in it, right? right? this is what i've always thought, anyway... except that a lot of charlos shippers seem to like carlos a lot more than charles. which is to say: in so many of their fics/characterisations, it's all glorifying carlos, while charles is essentially his arm candy with all the character depth of a rather pretty paper cutout. less than ideal...

the last thing, and perhaps the pettiest of all, lmao, is just that i'm incredibly possessive and insane about piarles. i acknowledge it. in fact, i fully own it. they are my ship, and i want them and only them to be endgame, always. now, obviously i don't expect everyone to agree with me 😂😂 but i don't particularly want to be seeing any content on my dash that features charles/anyone other than pierre as an endgame ship. and charlos usually is portrayed as an endgame ship/they're meant for each other etc. etc. well, sorry. to me, charles is meant for pierre, and pierre only. charlos is out. the end 🫶

#asks & answers #anon #anti charlos #anti carlos sainz #i always feel a bit 🙈 about using full-blown anti driver or ship tags #but i'd rather use them so any people who do enjoy this ship can avoid this post #because my word... i am petty tonight #and petty me is NOT kind to carlos sainz jr #not even a bit #i would say sorry but i'm not 🫶 #man it felt SO GOOD to be unashamedly petty for a while #long days are long #but being a bit of a hater can always make you feel better 😌

[sunflowersandscreams]

2022 Fic Rec List

Some of the top fics I’ve read this year in 2022!! i am going to put this under a read more bc it got. so long.

in order of shortest to longest <3

local man regrets decision that made his life better by @rainnows

fic summary: 2k one-shot. there is a thunderstorm and Nico and Will have a daughter <3

my comment: I’m always so in love with bran muffin di angelo <3 the perfect fluffy one-shot. also absolute 10/10 title.

The rumour mill by rasiaa

fic summary: 3k one-shot. Nico loses a bet and gets a makeover from the Aphrodite cabin.

my comment: I love the author’s writing style here, it’s so easy to read it feels like you’re right in the story. and Nico’s characterization is amazing, and I love the Aphrodite children’s depth here. also I just love makeover fics they’re so fun.

To kiss in cars by @lordstormageddidnt  

fic summary: 3k one-shot. AU where Nico goes to his high school reunion where he meets up with Will Solace, who then drives him home.

my comment: this one’s pretty recent but I love it so much!! the characterization is so so good and high school reunions absolutely fascinate me.

i'm a hopeless romantic (you're just hopeless) by @thebhorror

fic summary: 5k one-shot. Nico is such a romantic and in love with Will but refuses to admit it.

my comment: every time I read this fic I’m just thinking <3 the entire time. it’s so sweet!!! Nico being so in love with Will but pretending that everything he does is just normal when he is so down bad... it gets me.

riding shotgun next to your free slurpee by stovetopramen

fic summary: 5k one-shot. future fic with older Nico learning to drive. various scenes where he is in a car.

my comment: insane levels of characterization. the author got possessed by the spirit of Nico. fluffy solangelo, Frank featuring, Nico thinking about Bianca. amazing one-shot.

I don’t know how it gets better than this by @ikeasharksss

fic summary: 6k one-shot. AU where Nico and Will are best friends. set from middle school to high school prom. 5 times Will referenced Taylor Swift and 1 time Nico did.

my comment: I LOVE Will’s complete dorkiness in this. the writing of this is so realistic, it feels like I’m really seeing Nico grow up and into love with Will. so incredibly sweet <3

Come to Me, Unbidden by unfortunate17

fic summary: 8k one-shot. 3 times Nico is an absolute romantic and 1 time Will does something sweet for him in return.

my comment: Nico with poetry is something I now think about SO often. also we get a lot of Will POV in this as well as some Nico POV! gorgeously written and Nico and Will are so absolutely honeymoon sickeningly in love couple here <3

Human too by @ghosttotheparty

fic summary: 11k fic. Nico shows up to camp hurt and Will heals him. and from there they fall in love <3

my comment: soft Nico and Will are so achingly dear to me. also Apollo children OCs!! I love Joy so much in this fic. this author is so good at writing in a way that makes me Feel the emotions in the fic. every time i read their works I get so <33!!

oh, the whole world, it is sleeping, but my world is you by @thelordofshrimp

fic summary: 20k chaptered fic. 3 days in the infirmary plus the aftermath of Nico and Will pining for each other. pre-solangelo relationship and Nico POV

my comment: I love a good pining fic!! and this one is so sweet <3 it feels very realistic and not like an idealized version of solangelo, which feels especially important when handling the ‘3 days in the infirmary’ trope, and it also addresses some issues in canon. the Will characterization is so good!!

like a dog with a bird at your door by RegretfullyRegretful, aka @marbleheavy

fic summary: 22k non-linear narrative. Nico and Will get married for tax benefits while Nico is head over heels in love with Will. angst ensues.

my comment: again with the pining, though this one is much angstier! I love to see the blorbos suffer. and i love how we get depth for supporting characters too, it feels like though the story is focused on Nico and Will there are so many other characters with just as much of a history.

Safe (better keep that thought to yourself) by @buoyantsaturn

fic summary: 34k fic. Nico is a single parent and meets Will, also a single parent. they begin to coparent their two children and fall in love <3

my comment: the domestic fluff with the ‘i can’t fall in love with him!’ works soo well here. also the children are just so <3 little guys. i will not spoil it but the headcanons are so important and special to me!!

either way / we're not alone by rosyredlipstick

fic summary: 100k chaptered fic. Nico and lost trio are like Mystery inc. Will & friends are like buzzfeed unsolved. Connor & tratie are like a fake hauntings reality show. encounters happen and then all 3 of them meet up at a haunted summer camp. and then shit goes down.

my comment: this fic... it has Nico and lost trio found family. Conchell. Nico and Wil having a complicated relationship. Percy, Annabeth & Grover being badass and experienced. also SPOOKY SHIT. this fic is a monster in so many ways and I love it.

The Sign for Rainbow Rose by gates_of_ember

fic summary: ongoing 100k+ AU where Nico and Will are roommates and best friends. Nico then realizes he’s in love with Will. also a bunch of really cool headcanons <3

my comment: I usually don’t read unfinished fics because I am always scared that they will stay that way but this is one of my favourites ever. Autistic Will AND Nico, fat Will, Latino Will, nonbinary Nico, trans Will; so many of my favourite headcanons all in one fic!! add some slow-burn mutual pining and I am sold.

#fic rec #edit: none of the @s worked the first time sorry

[waywardsalt]

on my knees gripping my head hnngggg i thought abt bellumbeck too hard

tag ramblings are fun and on brand but i have too many disorganized thoughts and tags are limiting.

anyways thinking too hard abt him is an extremely good and fun thing but i cannot draw the way i wish and can't really put my thoughts into fic form so this is very much going to be a fun ramble.

bellumbeck drives me insane we all know this. he showed up in my dream last night as of writing this sentence so he is on my mind, which is surprising bc fictional stuff doesn't usually show up coherently in my dreams but there it was.

it's so incredibly fun to think about bellumbeck. he's such a black sheep of a loz final boss, there really isnt another loz final boss like him in concept or even in 1:1 tone imo. it's so fun to take bellumbeck incredibly darkly seriously.

to be fair bellumbeck is kind of objectively a fairly dark and disturbing final boss on a conceptual level, and it's not really out of nowhere since phantom hourglass has at least a little darkness running through it even if the general tone of the game doesn't really acknowledge or take advantage of it. but if you think about it hard enough even without getting into post-game speculation in regards to what happens with linebeck, bellumbeck is kind of a dark boss and it's great. full on screen demonic possession of a major character with most of the cast incapacitated and link isolated with no escape on the ruins of the ghost ship that started everything and facing a boss that is constantly facing him and both someone he's been with the whole adventure and also the creature that's captured his friends and killed who knows how many people.

it's so oooouuuugghhhh it's so much fun to think about bellumbeck even though it's such a short encounter. it's so... the mystery around bellum, the way linebeck is built up throughout the game and saves link directly before getting possessed, the fucking on-screen vaguely violent possession (i am forever obsessed with the way bellum grabs and tugs on his arms), the way ciela is captured early into the fight, too, the first companion character you meet and, if you had her equipped, it leaves you without a fairy that follows your cursor around for the first time all game, it's very... congrats you and your friends are at rock bottom! good luck getting everyone out of there alive!!!!

of course it's not quite that because this game is geared a bit more towards younger players, but still keeps those streaks of darkness and complexity just simply because they're inevitable parts of this story and it's characters. bellumbeck. i'm talking about bellumbeck. what a soulsborne-ass final boss, huh?

there's only so much a ds game can do in terms of boss animations, but i think a lot about more complicated movements and animations for bellumbeck, so, so much character can be communicated through a boss's animations. in my mind, i enjoy bellumbeck movements with an emphasis on puppet-like flourishes and mannerisms, and an emphasis on weight with how he fights. these two go very well together, and its something i love imagining.

with the latter, an emphasis on weight, would ideally focus on the sword (and im a fan of it being this huge greatsword, reading berserk got me around to liking it because you can do that really well) and how it has to be used one-handed, with bellumbeck leveraging his own weight against it and taking advantage of momentum to use it especially effectively to turn link into a little green and red smear on the wood. attacks blending into each other as he builds up momentum, and using that weight primarily against link, who is a small opponent who relies on rolling around and can’t really stack up at all in terms of brute force.

i imagine this kind of physicality and movement would lend itself very well to bellumbeck also having more puppet-like movements, being a little too tugged-along by his attacks but still retaining his footing, his free arm being just a little too limp a little too often, and his leaning away from his sword side, likely with the intention to properly balance himself out, looks off with how his head lolls unnaturally to that side. the puppetry effect lessens as the fight wears on and bellum gets the hang of the body he’s using, but never actually goes away since he’s not looking to act properly human anyways.

just like... movement flourishes and details that could add a whole lot to the overall experience of bellumbeck that i think about often.

#bellumbeck #loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #salty talks #do you see my vision. do you understand what im getting at here. i need bellumbeck to be a bit scarier #this is. EXTREMELY inspired by my recent elden ring kick. bellumbeck would fit in really well as a soulsborne boss #removing the fact that he only takes damage from one spot. i think you could really easily translate the bellumbeck boss into soulsborne #a few zelda bosses would work really well with soulsborne combat and another one is ww ganondorf #i dont think abt it often but i do love what game animations can convey and i think its like. the way elden ring works has me more #carefully watching game animations bc if i dont learn to recognize them then i die yknow #idk if ill tag linebeck or bellum but maybe not bc this is mostly just a bellumbeck post #technically in a sense theyre both tagged. whatever #‘bellumbeck’s design is a little off/silly’ cool heres how you lean into it. also read berserk. dont read berserk actually #find something else about a guy with a huge sword being taken seriously

[mangaka-neko-chan]

If everyone wants Neh'edi, who does she want?

Interesting question, Anon, interesting question. Though I think I know what you mean (probably "want" as in "desire" so romantically or sexually) it is still a broad question so I will take it as such and give you somewhat three answers. Who does Neh'edi want in terms of as by desire, romantically and as a person.

But before I answer your question, let me add that not everybody wants Neh'edi, tho everything around her appearing like that comes very naturally to her hahaha. Her origin is being rejected by her home so bad she went into exile while still being punished to be serving her home that doesn't want her back. And in her life's journey, Neh'edi got rejected quite often. Aside from basic stuff like people refusing to join her fleet, friendly or unfriendly, there is also much disdain and jealousy from rivals and outsiders. Neh'edi is very amicable but being a pirate threat and a very opulent and successful one as well attracts as many admires as it attracts hostility. Neh'edi is at this point torn between mourning the loss of potential great friendships or alliances and low-key enjoying flaunting her glory before those that oppose her, sometimes changing their mind, sometimes not. (She would very much be amused and enjoy you saying sth like that tho.)

Now onto your question:

In terms of desire, Neh'edi has no preference other than she must like one and one must like her as well. It's not like she sleeps around an insane ammount but charm and charisma is her strongest forte and she is not being opposed to a little fun every now and then. As much as the Aeldari Corsair lifestyle in 40k would allow one anyway, without Slaanesh constantly after one's ass, but it's Neh'edi's life-work and goal to improve protection against chaos' grasp on her fleet and herself anyway.

Romantically or intimately there were certainly some she "wanted" but it either didn't work out or they didn't want her. Within her fleet unfortunately her status and role puts her above the people close to her. The only exception within the fleet could be the position as Baron but the current two at her side she does not want romantically but as friends and comrades (and Eli'ara and Aeriden have their own romantic pursuits in each other anyway). It's rare for her to meet someone who she can consider "her equal" and Neh'edi highly dislikes using status to achieve an romantic relationship. So currently, yes there was and is want but without a future for now.

As for people, Neh'edi wants those who align with her values and ideals. People she can trust. People who have the drive of freedom or a vision. People she can build a strong fleet with. People she can call her comrades, her friends, her family. Though it seems like that, Neh'edi doesn't just recruit anyone. If she sees that spark in you and she likes you, you get a chance to prove your loyalty and a true place to call home. If she REALLY likes you she will be quite insistent but she knows to be realistic for the sake of others. Neh'edi is aware that many like her for what she stands for or the things she possesses but above all she charishes connections that are true so she will care for every little person as much as they care for her simply because she wants them around.

In conclusion you would have to be more specific or I simply can't give you a clear answer. Regardless, I hope you are happy with it, otherwise more asks are always welcome~

#I feel like this is related to the last illustration of hers? #good taste #ask me anything #oc #oc neh'edi

[haleigh-sloth]

Do you think All Might knows about the saving Shigaraki idea or Deku probably has only told Ochako about it?

Well, I guess it’s up in the air in the same way that it’s up in the air if Shigaraki knows about Twice being dead. Could go either way. With Shigaraki it really won’t make a difference either way, but with All Might it actually would be pretty stupid if he DID know, in my opinion.

All Might has been shown to be quite callous as of late. And he’s basically been shoved aside with Gran Torino in terms of ideals.

If you’re asking me, I feel like if the story wants me to think that a character is feeling a certain way, it needs to be shown or said. Izuku in chapter 305 and an instance or two in the rogue arc, Izuku and Ochacko in chapter 342, Shouto in chapter 342–those are all instances that either SHOW or TELL me that these characters feel a certain way and want to do a certain thing.

All Might has had no such instance, so therefore I have no reason to believe he knows Izuku’s intentions and is on board with them if he did.

The way we were shown the conversation between him and Ochacko in 342 was shown in such a way that pretty much indicates Izuku hasn’t had a chance to tell anybody his intentions, because as soon as Ochacko mentioned feeling conflicted on Toga—he jumped at the opportunity to reassure her that she isn’t the only one conflicted and having these confusing feelings. When he departed from the island Toga yanked him to, she reassured him that she knows what he wants to do and believes he can do it. It seems to be a thing they’ve only confided in each other.

Honestly if it turns out All Might knows, then he’s been very shitty in the mentoring/supporting department. Or, maybe it’s just really sloppy handling of it—because I personally feel like it would be complete bullshit for these three kids to struggle internally to come to these decisions, and it be a big deal with BIG pay off and success for them, only for it to turn out that “Oh look! All Might was on board too!”

I do think All Might at his core is a person who wants to save Tenko. He’s held back by peer pressure, internal conflict, hopelessness that anything can even be done about Tenko, and his own feelings of helplessness too. I do think he remains at the core of everyone’s heart their inspiration to be true heroes—but I really hope the “true hero” mentality isn’t just handed to him after calling Touya insane, not acknowledging Shigaraki’s current lack of agency despite being aware that he’s possessed, and then when the three kids went back and forth, thought about the consequences and pain they’ve endured, and STILL chose to save despite all of that, while All Might has shown absolutely no difference between the time Gran Torino shut him down and now.

That’s how I feel but honestly, I can’t say it’s impossible for him to just have been on board the whole time either.

#anonymous #bnha asks #bnha #all might

[yallcantread]

I love what you’re doing. The misinformation/accusations make me sick, it's like everyone lacks nuance and media literacy. It’s insane to me that people are just throwing around the word Nazi and racist. Matty fucked up, that doesn’t mean a smear campaign is warranted. He participated in some tasteless jokes, which at the end of the day, don’t genuinely harm anyone. I never want to dismiss anyone’s feelings but so many people are upset about stuff that is made up and I truly can't feel empathy for them. That BuzzFeed article about Red Scare is such a joke, I'm not taking anyone complaining about that seriously

Thank you for your kind words; they mean a lot to me. Like you, I am truly frustrated by the spread of misinformation. It’s disheartening to see propaganda being used to target individuals, and it’s one of my biggest pet peeves. In today’s age, fact-checking is an essential skill that we should all possess, ideally learned in sixth grade. While relying on news sources can be helpful, it’s unfortunate that even the news can sometimes have biases and manipulate information to fit certain agendas.

Regarding the recent situation involving Matty, it seems that individuals like Candace Owens, Azealia Banks, and writers at BuzzFeed have come together to spread misinformation, pandering to specific groups of people. It’s cringe-worthy to witness people saying things like ‘I can’t believe I’m agreeing with *insert horrible person*.

When it comes to criticisms of Red Scare, it’s important to take them with a grain of salt. The podcast intentionally employs irony and controversy, challenging the standard conventions of leftism. I’m almost finished with a post that thoroughly dissects their ideology. It aims to provide clarity and understanding for those who may be interested in the podcast’s discussions. I hope this post will be helpful for those seeking clarification.

Expressing your thoughts and opinions honestly doesn't mean you're disregarding or dismissing other people's feelings. It's important to remember that not everything is a big deal or of equal importance. In our society, we've been taught to be careful not to offend anyone, but it's practically impossible to do so all the time.

When we talk about important things or share our opinions, there's a chance that someone might get upset or offended. Imagine talking to a friend and saying something they don't like. They might feel angry or sad because of what you said.

Now, imagine if there are many people listening to you. The more people there are, the higher the likelihood that someone will get upset or offended by your words. Trying very hard not to offend anyone becomes increasingly difficult, particularly when discussing important or controversial topics.

This situation can create some challenges. People might become afraid to discuss important matters because they don't want to offend anyone. This makes it difficult for people to have open discussions and share diverse ideas. It can also lead to increased division and polarization, where people only want to listen to those who agree with them. This isn't good for society because it limits our ability to learn from different perspectives and understand each other better.

However, it's important to strike a balance between expressing our thoughts and considering other people's feelings. It's crucial to be respectful and kind to others. While it's okay for someone to be upset about what you said, it's also important for you to have the right to express yourself and feel the way you want about things. Speaking your mind is a valuable aspect of communication.

#matty healy #taylor and matty #taylor swift #the 1975 #matty healy icons #celebrities #ice spice #taylor swift icons #taylors version #the eras tour #politics #social media

[reacty]

OK everyone Yvette season 5 final make me really cry but don't worry! I will resume writing about the misadventures of my favorite anti-heroic / Byronic heroines couple: Yvette + MC = 4ever in 7 June with Yvette Season 6.

So I want try to an experiment with a character spotlight and I'll start with my favourite MC

Sin With Me(MC).

1)Who she is?

The only daughter of Joyce and Kevin. Her father was an archeologist and her mother ran a bicycle rental shop. Her love for bikes made her want to ride competitively. One day during her competition, her father never showed up which upset her. She lost focus and crashed. She developed stage fright from this incident. Her father was becoming more and more absent and as MC was entering middle school, her father left them leaving her mom to take care of her alone. She helped run the bicycle shop alongside her mom. One day when she was down, her mother gave her a bike hacksaw to protect herself from the crazy people of Vegas which cheered her up. It's one of her favorite possessions. Her mother also kept her away from gambling. She didn't have many friends growing up but her favorite place to hangout was the skatepark where she did tricks. She was pushed by her mother to become a doctor as it's stable,she's good at it and she always wish a way to help people in need and becoming a med felt the best way to do so), though MC did not enjoy it or feel it was for her or grown disillusioned and disenchanted🥲 by the medical university and the environment(people tear each throat for piece of paper instead to help each other and anyone in need)and many other reasons that if I list them I'll finish next year 😂 and dropped out of med school. She recently returned home though she feels very insecure about dropping out since she is now directionless,frustrated,bored and unsure about her future...what happen to her well depend by the Love Interest you choice .

What i love about this MC:

1)Her ability to take decision and in general being an Active Protagonist Instead of being a passive spectator or a powerless one.

So no matter how crazy/scary things will get ready to see her be a badass for this and the below reasons!

2)Her bravery is incredible why?

End world demons?

Multiuniversal destroyer seer?

Ancient evils ?

and anything insane in her way? It doesn't matter she will be the knight in shining armor for her Love interest and while she can be reckless sometime in the end she is a true heroine(or anti-heroine on Yvette Holte route).

(By the way the answer is yes!)

3)Her Kindness and unconditional accepetance of her LI once MC gets the whole picture of what's going on she will never forsaken or leave behind their Love Interest be it.

A Byronic heroine/Anti-heroine broken by betrayal,deception of her former friends,having your ideal jaded out by difficult life(Yvette) easy for you Wrath and co.😡!(don't misunderstand here everyone are right and wrong on equal misure but Yvette and the deadly sin .. They got the worst part of the whole deal of being a sin assassin...they never ask to be one for that matter and yet she never forsaken her duty!)

A Woman forced to everything she love fall apart for a small lapse of judgement(being a woman in love and former LI was Vuzgamad possesed woman which harmed Yvette since she felt she was unwittingly dating her abuser and Wrath was unable to date until MC for this😱) and see some of her family burn! MC don't see her murder but someone depressed crushed and annihilated by her errors and unable to move on.

4)She's true to herself!

Be it a huge dork,sweet,adorkable badass (and on Yvette route unafraid to face and embrace her dark side to be Yvette while never forsake her goodness and light)like us and ONE THIRSTY WOMAN🤤!

Can you blame her 🤣?

5)She's not a static MC and grows alongside them be a good badass woman on the night of circus route(Wrath,Darius,etc...) Or a Dark good badass woman on Yvette route!

What are you through of this MC? Free to share on your opinion on ASK.

#swm mc #SWM

[snowflakebyyou]

Is it love, obsession, limerence, infatuation, fun, validation?

I always found myself obsessing over men. No lie in that. I love men, I dislike the behaviours that many, if not all men I’ve met possesses. But I can’t help but love them. When I find myself in a position of having a crush, its all-encompassing. I want to know everything about their day, and how they felt when they woke up, are they horny today? What do you see your life looking like in an ideal world? What about the world would you change? Any fantasies you’ve never played out? I go from 0-100 , but ALL in my own head. And, usually for people who merely saw our interaction as short, temporary and minimal.

I don’t communicate this well and then tend to self-destruct as I go around in circles in my head. My friends usually witness a slice of this. but I cop the rest, quietly. I worked in therapy about how this linked to my needing an emotionally available male figure, and that I seek this through physical validation from men. I also learnt that I can get this from myself, and healing this wound is not overnight and it takes work.

I find a lot of my validation from myself now, people have said I’m too much, and it may be a lot for them to follow me on social media ; that’s ok. I much rather a self-obsessed me, compared to a self-loathing me, and I know those in my life that matter to me, would agree as well. But then there’s those moments where I become intrigued by a boy. I find myself wondering, and maybe even involved. Then I started to obsess over whether he likes me or not. Instead, of worrying If I even like him at all, or do I just need him to like me.

90% of the time, its wanting him to be into me. My ego loves to be fed by men. I stopped caring about hat women think of me when I starting to like myself. But im still working on the men part. I go between caring too much to not caring at all and both of these levels aren’t healthy for me to sit in. I constantly wondered why people could just date someone and know they want to be with them straight away, like do you actually like someone enough to want to spend that much time with them?, or why my close friends that are in relationships constantly make jokes about me being crazy when it came to men. I’m definitely on the scale , but isn’t every woman? As told by history, any woman with a voice is borderline insane? Yeah.

I mean what’s wild is, I have really high standards written out for myself, a list of my ideal partner. A list that I try to embody myself. I still go for the same kind of men, because, as ive said before, I’m emotionally unavailable. So men that are on the same level as me, work for me for right now. I’m comfortable and I feel more in control dating or seeing men that I know wouldn’t work long term – and they know it too. We basically keep each other occupied. The one before the one.

Fast forward to when I heard of a term called ‘Limerence’. Limerence can be described as an experience of insanely strong desire for a person. But obsessive. Like being stuck in a limbo of being uncertain and hopeful, never really knowing which one.

Although I don’t completely relate to it, there is aspects of limerence that have made sense to me when I have thought I’ve liked someone. Almost as if, when the chase started to diminish, or it started to be mutual - I lost interest- I know it links to that idea of physical validation but this I believe goes deeper. 

It’s a hectic thing to be aware of, but I simply feel like a child in a play centre, where everything is so exciting, there’s so much fun to choose from and you want to have a turn of it all! then when another child has a turn, you immediately HAVE to have what they have. Or that toy is so high up you need someone else’s help to get it down! But when you get it , you realise its just like the other toy you had just been enjoying. It’s  that exciting sensation of the unknown per se. its intense, and uncontrollable. Its overwhelming, consuming and keeps you distracted. But it isn’t healthy. 

This isn’t to say men are toys. Or people for that matter. They are not. Peoples feelings are real and vulnerable. And to have someone show you who they are and feel completely comfortable in your energy, is really special and rare. Real connection is not a game and a person who is meant for you, will never feel like they’re toying with you or make you feel like you’re on a shelf waiting to be picked. But if im being completely real, this is how I have felt in the past.

Its hard to be apart of a world where everyone compares every situation, when they are all so different. We all have different life experiences that bring us here. We’ve had partners that have destroyed our confidence and trust in other people and relationships that have been results of unhealthy addiction or obsession that just proves to be nothing positive. The way we each view the world will always be inherently different because WE are. My understanding of me is going to be different to the next persons, ill never see what you do about me, and you’ll never know all of me. Its funny how that works?

L, xox.

[lordofthestrix]

trisliette!!

Send me a ship and I'll tell you: Who asks the other on dates: I will defend the fact that Tristan already takes her to interesting, unique places. He would just have to turn them slightly more romantic instead of the current selection of... assassination missions and mystifying sites destined to expand her dominion over witchcraft. Juliette might invite him to know her old favorite hiding spots in Cashel someday. Who is the bigger cuddler: They don't even share a romantic connection and Juliette already demonstrates that recurrent habit of hugging against his arm when they walk so I'm going to assume it would be Juliette. Who initiates holding hands more often: Hands are considerably significant for them taking into account the state of Juliette's when they met. Juliette holds his hand more often. Tristan cleans blood out of hers more often. Peculiar as it may be given that he is the vampire. Who remembers anniversaries: Juliette is the kind of genius who remains dispersed and not terribly connected to schedules or timetables unless there is a mission involved so both of them do but with an advantage towards Tristan. Who is more possessive:..It feels fundamentally wrong to express that anyone would be more possessive than Tristan. So I won't. I experience a small, lingering temptation to pronounce her name but...I'm going to leave it at a tie. Who gets more jealous: Juliette. I can concede her this one. Who is more protective: As for this one...Yes, I know. There are plenty of examples hinting at her. Nevertheless I would argue that while Juliette is more openly, savagely protective of him, Tristan performs just as strongly behind the scenes. I remind you that he nonchalantly made enemies with one third of anyone who is someone in the covens of half of Europe for taking her in. Who is more likely to cheat: 'In your dreams. The manifestation and reasons are different but they share an insane and passionate sense of loyalty towards specific people. They could have amnesia, be confronted by some spell that creates an illusion of your ideal match and they would still never cheat on the other. Who initiates sexy times the most: Imagine the bridge but under a romantic context and with less destruction. Pretty much the same dynamic. Who dislikes PDA the most: Neither? Who kills the spider: Juliette's ladybirds eat the spider. Who asks the the other to marry them: It is amusing because even when Juliette insists on referring to him as an angel she is just as unlikely to enjoy a day inside a church. Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Juliette already brings Tristan all sorts of new trinkets and prodigies of her invention as small presents. And I actually consider that Tristan is not untalented at gift-making so she would get a few surprises as well. Who would bring up possibly having kids: Juliette might start seeing a couple of the Strix members he assigned her as more than disposable muscle and Tristan might agree to carry a couple of her pets for convenience. The blue ones. That's about it. Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Tristan isn't nervous but he is strategically cautious. He did murder the golden boy of that family with ravaging fury. Juliette already met the Count. Well...More or less. He is dead. Seeing a couple of Tristan's memories of his father is the closest you can get to meeting him. Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: You know that Juliette is expressly forbidden to sleep anywhere that isn't a bed. We are not going back to that. Who tries to make up first after arguments: The wrecking of innocent fences. Who tells the other they love them more often: Do they tell each other that? Juliette probably utilizes one of her Latin quotations instead and Tristan improvises a responses in either the same Latin or Greek.

#Julincantations