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And You're Mine
How grumpy chubby alpha!bucky finally found his omega
Summary: In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.
Note: Read the prequel here 《 Must Be Fate 》
Words: 4.7k++
Pairing: chubby alpha!bucky x omega!female!reader
Warnings: implied 18+ content, implied smut, a/b/o dynamics, self-deprication, body shaming, tiny bit of angst, fluffiness, bucky has a size kink (if you squint), horny-ass bucky has lots of dirty thoughts, vivian being a digusting bitch, protective y/n, even more protective bucky and overall wholesome.
P/S: Ahhhhhhhhh!!! My first omega-verse fic; i have no clue what I'm doing. This is mostly self-indulgent but if you come across this and somehow interested to read it then I hope you enjoy!
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"Are you fucking with me right now?" Bucky momentarily shuts his eyes, slightly titled his chin upwards, as if that'll help the boiling blood within his nerves to cool down.
Steve had expected that his best friend would be a little bit annoyed with his decision to trick him into agreeing to this suprise date but he didn't expect him to get this pissed, "Come on now, Buck. I promise you're gonna love this one."
"You said the same shit everytime!" Bucky almost roared in the middle of the crowded carnival, but he held back with a muted growl.
Ever since he lost his left arm on a rescue mission during his time in the Special Forces Unit, the society had deemed him to be "lesser than" despite the alpha title he was born into.
You would've thought that serving your country for about 6 years of your early 20's would be enough of a reason to make up for the so called "lacking", but no.
Apparently, his heroic contributions, his Sargent rank, and his literal blood, sweat and tears meant nothing when he returned home as an amputee.
Even if he came back with the medal of honor, pinned on the fabric of his uniform, right on his prideful chest; they didn't care. A defected alpha is as good as dead, especially in this modern, competitive society where its a lot more difficult to find a mate.
At first Bucky was optimistic, he didn't let them get to him.
He believed that his mate is out there somewhere, waiting for him, as he is for her.
After Stark Technologies offered him to join their research for under the Prosthetics and Orthotics Division, Bucky was lucky to fully revived his left arm in a form a vibranium prosthetic.
Even then, as time passed, the venomous whispers eventually managed to seep through; like any other poison, it is lethal to his mind.
And Bucky stopped trying to be an alpha. His pride was maimed and he let himself wallow in self hatred; letting his insecurity consume him. Eventually quite literally ate his pain away.
They said that he was rubbing salt to his own wound as now he was not just an amputated alpha, he is also a fat one at that.
With his alpha reputation being at its worst, his chances of finding a mate also went down hill.
"This one's gonna be different. Trust me." Steve claimed.
Bucky doesn't know why Steve seemed really convinced. But he wasn't having any of that, he rolled his eyes into a glare, "And how's that?"
Steve's blue eyes sparked as optimism lit on his face, "Well, first of all, she's one of Peggy's closest friends and.."
"Oh great, now you involve your omega into this." Bucky let out an unfiltered scoff before sarcastically exclaimed, "Just fantastic."
Steve growled at the mention of his mate, "Watch it, Bucky." He warned.
Bucky's drilling glare remained the same as Steve's alpha challenged his.
It's not that Bucky is against the idea of Peggy or any other omega helping him in any way. But, Steve had been annoyingly persistent with these set ups and he was sick of it. Perhaps he was a bit petty bringing Peggy into the conversation but he really was just tired of this.
Steve's scowl gradually soften before he continued his reasons, "...And, your date is actually the one requesting for a set up with you."
And that definitely caught Bucky's attention. Steve could see it, especially when Bucky's ears perked up a little and his ever-lasting frown loosen at the tiniest amount.
Steve smirked triumphantly, "Specifically you."
For moment, there was a hesitation on Bucky's side; and there were only the chaotic atmosphere around them. From the screaming of the riders on the roller coater to the giggles of children at the nearby courasell.
Steve really thought he managed to lure Bucky but he was caught by surprise when Bucky replied, "You'd think I'd fall for that crappy excuse of a lie? No. I'm leaving." Bucky turned on his heels.
"I'm not lying." Steve stopped him as he held on his arm, "Hey, you're gonna break her heart."
"Break her heart? How about mine? Just how many more heart breaks do I have to endure? How much more disappointment do I have to go through?"
Bucky gathered his palms into fists as he recalled all the mean, insulting words his past lovers had thrown at him and all those time he wasted on waiting for his dates to show up.
Just before Bucky planning to lash out, a voice interupted his thoughts "Hey, sorry for being late." Peggy came just in time.
Though it was just her; no sign of his so called date around.
An unexpected sting spreads within Bucky's chest. Of course she would stood him up too. Why was he surprised?
Steve pulled his omega into a tight hug, "Hey, baby. Where's y/n?" He asked.
"She's went to the bathroom." Peggy replied before taking a peep towards Bucky, "She got really nervous when she saw you. She might take some time to calm down. She thought its better if you know." Peggy explained.
On one side, Bucky can feel that sliver of hope creeping in. He look down to where he was supposed to see his feet, but unable to see them as now they're blocked by the round of his soft tummy. That's when the dark thoughts clouded his mind.
Was she just feeling nervous or was she regretting her decision?
After a short back and forth explanation, Peggy swept Steve away and had left Bucky on his own. She claimed that the line to the haunted house will double if they wait any longer. But, Bucky knew that they just wanted to leave him and his date alone.
Like every other date before, Bucky was emotions was all over the place; nervous, scared, intrigued, excited but what's different tonight was he also felt angry and annoyed. Which was not a good thing to feel on a date.
So he went to a Whac-A-Mole machine near the spot where he was supposed to wait for his date. He had to hit something. He just had to. He need to let his anger out one way or another.
His gloved hand gripped tightly on the wooden handle as he waited for the next round. Smack after smack, next was harsher than before, he did felt better. But even if the fire was out, the ashes were still burning.
As he was fixated on whacking the shit out of the moles, a particular scent invaded his nostrils. A sweet-smelling scent; something between a mix of cotton candy and butterscotch-caramel nuances.
It should be normal to smell this at a place such as a carnival; but the food stalls were all the way on the other end of the venue and this scent was too strong, too potent, to be that far away from him.
Bucky just had to stop as he relished the pleasant smell; it was truly a sweet and warm gourmand scent that ushered him in and out between nostalgic memories and pure raging lust.
That was when he heard a voice coming from his back, "You must've been really bored waiting that you started without me." She sounded amused when she let out a quiet laugh.
Even before Bucky had the chance to turn around he knew he was fucked; she just had to have the most captivating scent he had ever smell, and the most beautiful-sounded laughter he had ever heard.
What a foul torment to do to an alpha.
When Bucky turned around, he would've missed her if he wasn't paying enough attention on the lower area of his view.
And there she stood, in all her glory of ethereal beauty; small and sweet-looking in an off-shoulder sundress that does nothing but tempt Bucky to leave his mark all over her exposed skin. A simple necklace adorned with a gleaming stone that shines much like her eyes. A shy smile that may have just triggered some dark thoughts in Bucky's mind on corrupting the poor little thing.
"James, right? I'm y/n." she introduced herself but when Bucky's gaze fell on her rosy lips, all he could think was how bad he wanted to bite and suck on them just see if it'll get redder than they already were.
He was too focused entertaining on his inner beast's thoughts that he just stood there in silence, frowning intensely at the sweet little omega in front of him.
Y/N took his unresponsiveness as a sign of anger, so quickly apologised for her tardiness, "Sorry for making you wait so long. When we..i mean I. When I saw you, the nerves started kicking in." At least she tried to, despite stuttering in the between her words.
Fuck, she's such a pretty doll but above all, Bucky just wanted to protect her from the world, provide for her with anything she deserves, treat her like an absolute queen, worship every inch of her being like his own personal goddess and jesus fuck these urges came in stronger than he ever experienced.
With the lights coming from behind, Bucky's face was in the shadows and Y/N misterinterpret his spell-bound, diluted eyes to something else.
Y/N's brows creased in hesitation as she wonders if Bucky was still mad, "Uhh... oh shit" then her eyes widen in a false realization, "Is the something on my face?" She frantically searched for her phone in her bag.
And fuck does that big doe eyes of hers just casually seduce Bucky to think of how she would look when she's taking his cock in her mouth. She'd be so fucking pretty.
She knew she should've used her phone's camera to re-apply her lipstick instead of the cracked mirror at the carnival's bathroom, "The mirror here is f--"
Yes, Bucky would want to breed her so good that she would always be full with his pups.
She's undeniably... "Perfect." Bucky finally spoke after what seemingly feels like forever.
His voice was laced with a hint of territorial grunt that Y/N was not able to catch what he said, "Hmm?" She titled her head to the side, eyes pleading for him to repeat.
It took Bucky all of his mental strength to hold back his alpha urges when he repeats, "You're perfect, doll. Just absolutely perfect." A cheshire smile decorated his handsome face.
Did he meant to say she look perfect? Well, yes but no. He clearly meant she was perfect, her whole being. But Y/N took it as the prior, "Thank you." She smiled sweetly as her cheeks warmed.
Bucky definitely noticed the slight indent of her left dimple. And he wondered how would it felt against his fingers. "Adorable." He thought as his smile grew wider.
Y/N had been waiting for this moment, to finally had a chance to have this man even for a day, especially considering she had the biggest crush on this stranger that helped her a year ago.
One time she might just had met her potential mate was that one time she had to be dosed with shit tons of scent blockers. And that might just be reason why Bucky may not remember her but that's fine. She had one more chance with him tonight.
After that encounter, his scent, his voice, his presence lingered in her mind longer than she anticipated. At least until the moment Peggy showed a photo her alpha that had Bucky in it.
She grew hopeful and had been pestering her to set up somehow set up date with him.
When the time finally comes, she couldn't help but to fell into panic, "Did I introduce myself? I'm y/n" she completely forgot that she already did that.
Bucky let out the most adorable laugh before he reminded her, "You very well did, sugar." His hand move so naturally to tuck the strand of her hair behind her ear as she fell into utter embrassement.
"I'm Bucky." He finally introduced himself.
"Bucky?" Y/N outwardly questioned. She thought his name was James, as Peggy said it was.
He hummed softly as he nodded, "The name's James Bucky Barnes." He explained. "Just call me Bucky, yeah sugar?" He duck his head to peek on her redden face, "...cause I can't guarantee my behaviour around you if you keep calling me James." He quirked his eyebrow as his teasing grin spreads.
Oh, he was definitely and unashamedly insinuated something quite unholy there.
Bucky straighten on his back as he offered his arms, "Shall we, then? I would love to know more about you, sweet 'mega."
No matter how infatuated Bucky was with this lovely little omega clinging to his arm; a part of him was also on a defensive mode.
His insecurities gets the best of him when he believe that all of this was just an act, a cruel prank that fate has set up for him or maybe he was just having a ridiculous dream, knowing how pitiful his reality was.
Despite his gentle smile and longing gaze that's lingering on Y/N who was having the best time of her life as her bright eyes sparked at the vibrant and colorful firework show, deep down, he couldn't help to think that sooner or later, all of this will end like it always does.
Another heart break he needed to endure.
But, she was truly an angel. She was everything he could ever hoped for, everything that he could ever long for.
He can't belive that she would spend even a second of her time with a defected, fat, angry looking alpha such as himself.
Maybe this won't be just another heart break.
Maybe this would be the cause for him to actually break beyond repairable.
And she would be the catalyst.
"Thank you for today, Bucky. I truly enjoy my time with you." She confessed with a sincere appreciation and admiration towards him. She shyly broke their eye contact as her finger fiddled with soft fur of the teddy bear that Bucky won for her.
It reminds her of him so much that she insisted that he need to win it for her.
So he did.
His alpha couldn't help to puff with pride. "Omega's happy because of us." But his lips remain shut with a loving smile curved on it.
The dimple on her cheek appeared again and this time he didn't stop his hand from reaching out. Though they were gloved, he still let himself feeling the pleasure of grazing his fingers along her cheek, through her dimple and stopped underneath her chin.
Bucky pulled her closer as he dipped down to her level. Warmth sparked in Y/N's chest, as if the fireworks show magically transferred within her instead, "Buck--"
"Bucky?" A women's voice interupted their moment. "Bucky is that you?" She called again and her familiarity had caught both Y/N and Bucky's attention.
"Oh my god! It is you!" her ecstatic tone might have fool Y/N for a second there.
Maybe she's a close friend of Bucky, but when she saw the colors from his face drained quite drastically, she might need to hold on to that thought.
"Vivian." Bucky's tone changed into something Y/N couldn't put her finger on. Sorrow? Anger? Regret? She wasn't sure but it was not a positive response.
The claimed omega sauntered closer and peered towards Y/N with a glint of judgment in her eyes, "And I see you managed to trick another one, huh?"
That triggered a scarring spot within Bucky.
He could still remember the way she accused him of luring and tricking omega to be with him. Apparently, she couldn't stand being him during intimate time especially during his ruts.
And one particular moment when his rut was at its peak and she couldn't stop herself to turn into an unforgiving monster.
"I can't believe I fell for your charms. Then now I need to deal with this." Vivian looked away, unable to look at her boyfriend, hot and bothered, bare and in pain.
Bucky pants and groan as Vivian continued to insult him from the corner of him room, "Look at you, Bucky! You look fucking pathetic!" She yelled as she angrily pointed her hands towards him.
He turn to his side facing her, and curled his body to manage the raging pain of wanting to stick his cock into something. Vivian was to busy ranting that she couldn't see the fire in Bucky's grilling frown.
"You can't expect me to touch you now especially with your big fucking belly spilling out like that. God, you're sweating like damn dog and you fucking reek!" Her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled in disgust before she continued, "And don't get me started with that wretched arm of yours."
That's it. Bucky was not having any of it anymore. He was seconds away from slamming Vivian's face to the wall as his primal alpha needs to aggress were also heighten in his rut.
"Then, get the fuck out of my house, you useless annoying bitch." Bucky growled through his pain.
Vivian was not able to catch a breath as her mouth hang open in shock. Bucky never been that harsh with her but honestly it was about time he did.
"Don't even think of coming back." He warned as she closed the doors behind her.
Unknowingly leaving Bucky's heart bruised and battered.
That was almost a year ago. Bucky gave her the benefit of a doubt as he thought maybe she would change once she find her the love life but apparently she is as vicious as ever.
The tall blonde continue to linger as she asked, "Did you know? About that arm of his?"
Y/N didn't know what she was talking about but she didn't want to entertain this woman, especially when Bucky was clearly uncomfortable with her presence.
Though her silence only lead Vivian to speculate, "Aww, you poor thing, you don't know, do you?" Her mockery was getting worst, "It's fake, honey. He lost his arm many years ago." She flicked Bucky's left arm with long bird-like nails; or claws, that seemed more accurate.
Bucky caught the way Y/N's eyes briefly glanced at his covered arms then his gloved hand. What was she thinking then? Does she think that he was defected? That he is a damaged goods?
He couldn't help to let his mind wonder to the worst case scenarios and to make the unpleasant situation even worse Vivian slightly tugged Bucky's jacket to the side.
Revealing his round and plushy belly, "And fuck did you get bigger?" She sneered as the ruthless insult continue to spill.
"Shut up." Y/N's broken silence caught them off guard.
Vivian scoffed, "What?"
Y/N piercing gaze landed on Vivian's hand still tugging Bucky's jacket. She harshly grabbed her on the wrist, didn't care whether if her nails would dug into the woman's skin.
"I said..." The air felt heavier, only for Y/N to shove more force to it when her voice dropped a few octaves down, "Shut the fuck up before I tear your throat apart."
How dare she insult her alpha, especially when Y/N was right there with him.
"Are sure you want to do that?" Vivian's alpha suddenly stepped in. Even though he clearly was not interested in the matter a few seconds ago.
Y/N took a step forward, "Try me." She dared him.
"I might as well fuck your balls up while I'm at that, huh? Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about subduing your insolent omega."
Oh, she meant what she said; its especially clear when the growling started to peak a presence through her voice.
The taller was bright red, with embrassment and anger, "You're talking to an alpha. Know your place 'mega!" He forced his alpha command on her.
She fought back as much as she could but of course she was forced to submit. When the alpha tried to reach for her, that's when Bucky blocked his way.
Bucky's demeanour completely changed into something different. His meek presence vanished and now turned into a pure and primal rage. Good thing was he contained it quite well so he won't cause a scene but his gaze degrades the one before him.
Though the alpha was slightly taller but Bucky was certainly bigger and being a veteran, of course he'd be stronger. One wrong move, he might get a chance to meet the grim reaper sooner than he'd expect.
It felt as if Bucky was towering over the alpha, as he challenged him to come a step further, "Touch her and you're dead." Bucky let out a deep, murderous growl as he threatened.
The alpha was about to protest but was forced into a frozen state as he look into Bucky's sapphire eyes; there was something ominous about it, something dark and dangerous.
Being overwhelmed by Bucky's strong scent of rage, Vivian quickly pulled her alpha away, "Let's just go... They're not worth it." She coaxed, and the alpha agreed.
Before they leave, she managed to slip a last comment, as she wishes luck to Bucky, "Goodluck keeping this one." She thought she was being sleek when she whispered so quietly but Y/N heard that just fine.
When Y/N snapped out of the alpha command, she grunted, "I'm gonna kill her." What a menancing look in those coffee-stained eyes of hers.
Bucky only softened to her threatening aggressions, "No, you're not " he rubbed his hand to the sides of her arms, trying to calm her down.
Which failed miserably when she replied, "Watch me." She spun around, eyes searching in the crowd, trying to spot a glimpse of the rude couple.
"Hey hey, omega." Bucky quickly catch her before she could walk further, pulling her back to his chest, both of his arms securing her waist, "Calm down. Shhh shhh." Bucky let out a calming rumble from within his chest, coaxing her softly, "Killing is not necessary, sugar."
Despite her tensed body were starting to relax, her mind certainly wasn't, "And why the hell not?" Her small hands gripped onto the fabric of Bucky's jacket on his arms.
"No one deserved to be treated like that." She whispered softly as Bucky continued to kiss the top of her head, mumbling quiet 'I know, doll. I know'
"You don't deserve to be treated like that, Bucky." Her voice shivered despite her efforts to conceal them.
Bucky loosen his grip and turned her to face him. His loving gaze took in every single one of Y/N's sweet features; from her teary eyes to her redden nose and pouty lips.
He wanted to kiss each of them, in hopes of making her feel better. But he doesn't want to take any chances as he had already made a bold move to hug her from behind and kiss her head prior.
Bucky looked down at his dark midnight glove, and Y/N took his lead. Before she could say anything, Bucky started pulling each one off. Revealing his calloused right hand and a shiny black and gold prosthetic on the other.
He can't see her reaction to his vibranium arm, but he imagined the worst. He took in a shaky breath before he spoke, "Alpha is supposed to be perfect. They supposed to be capable. So that they can provide and protect their omega."
He paused as Y/N wrapped took both of his hand in hers but then continued regardless, "And I am far from being perfect or ideal. I lost a limb and gained pounds in return. I can't hide that fact."
"But I swear to god y/n, I never intent on tricking you or using you, in any way." In the end, Vivian's gaslighting effect of Bucky was still stronger as ever.
Why couldn't he see that there was nothing less about him.
"It's pretty." Y/N titled his left hand back and forth, watching the glow on the gold lines reflect the lights of the carnival; each move create random sparkling dots on its smooth surface, it looks like stars.
Bucky didn't understand at first until she looked up at him, with eyes gleaming with mixture of intrigued and infatuation, "It's so pretty, and Bucky..." She reached her hand to his face, gently rubbing her thumb on his stubble jaw, "You're beautiful. All of you." She confessed.
She carefully pulled her hand away from his cheek, and grabbed his left hand with both of hers, allowing it draw near to her lips before she placed a loving kiss on it, "This arm," Then her hands caressed the softness of his tummy, "this body," before they stopped at his chest where his beating heart resides, "this heart. Every single part of you is beyond beauty itself."
Bucky frowned as he find it hard to believe and Y/N knew that, "I mean it, Bucky."
A short chuckle left her lips as a thought run through her mind, "God, you'd be running scared, if you know half of the things I would love to do to you."
Bucky bit back a smile as he let his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
Y/N continued as she held onto his hands, "But, above all Bucky, you are the sweetest man I've met." There was nothing more sincere than her words, "Yeah I know we just met and what not, but if I can see that just in one night, imagine if I get to know more of you tomorrow or the next day and next week?"
Her grip on him grew stronger as she reminded him, "Don't let an impudent omega or anyone even, convice you otherwise."
"Because Bucky, you are as lovable as a person can be." She placed his palm on either side of her cheeks, purring as the sensation on skin felt so right, "And I am absolutely honoured and proud to be standing here with an alpha like you." She smiled like she was the happiest omega on earth.
And Bucky could not control the overwhelming joy within his thundering chest as it bursts with endless fluttering butterflies. He had never felt such comfort, such reassurance in his life, especially after returning home from the army.
Flickers igniting as he leaned in closer and closer until their lips touched, tentively for the first time. The smell of her cotton candy and caramel, so sweet and so soft, it was almost dizzying, but he was more than thrilled to let it consume him.
Y/N briefly parted her lips to let him in and leaned into the kiss, wanting more of the delicious sensation of his lips, his tongue on hers. Bucky wanted nothing more than devour her, memorizing of every single moan that fell into his mouth.
It felt so right; it was exactly was his soul had been yearning for and more.
Breaking the kiss was the reminder to both of them they need air to breath, and Bucky rested his forehead on hers as he took in everything that just happened.
While Y/N found herself completely drunk to the feeling of love within her body and soul, she whispered dearly as she scatters most tender kisses all over Bucky's face, "You're so pretty. So perfect. So... mine."
And that caught Bucky in another spiral of confusion; she could see it in face especially with his sapphire eyes being as wide as they were.
She giggled amusingly before she proposed, "Will you be mine, James Bucky Barnes?"
God, he was supposed to be the alpha here. But what can he say, his omega is quite a special one.
He breathed a relief sigh, "Yes." Leaned in for a quick taste of her lips before asking his a question of his own, "And you're mine?"
Her nose crunched as she booped its tip on his, "Always." She replied. Bucky could feel her smile against his lips and so does she.
Unbeknownst to the happy couple, a few feet away from them was Peggy who was busy clicking her camera away, trying to get the best shot she could out of the couple while Steve was trying hard to hold back his proud sniffles as he stood guard near his omega.
End.
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Hi there! This blog is a very cool concept.
If you feel up to it, I'd like to know where the idea of Maedhros as a diplomat and scholar comes from.
In fic he's often portrayed as such in Valinor, serving at Finwë's court, sometimes being close with Fingolfin, bring into linguistics, etc.
Thank you!
Maedhros the Diplomat (with an Addendum on Maedhros the Scholar)
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Ah, Maedhros. A treasure trove of fanon for our first excavation. As this is also our first investigation of characterisation, let’s establish a structure for talking about characters.
There are two ways that we learn what a character is like from The Silmarillion:
The narrator tells us, either:
a. with short, pithy statements (someone is “wise” or “steadfast” or “greatest”)
b. with longer descriptions
We deduce character from their actions and their relationships to others.
Using this structure, let’s look briefly as what we know about Maedhros.
1a.
Maedhros isn’t “mightiest in skill of word and hand” like his father or “the strongest, the most steadfast, and the most valiant” like Fingolfin. He isn’t even noted as being particularly good at anything like his brothers Maglor “the mighty singer,” Curufin “who inherited most if his father’s skill of hand,” or Celegorm, Amrod, and Amras who were all skilled hunters. He’s not even noteworthy for any negative traits like Caranthir, “the harshest of the brothers and the most quick to anger.”
Despite being one of the story’s protagonists, and certainly the most narratively prominent of the sons of Fëanor, all Maedhros gets in this category is “tall”[1].
1b.
In this category, Maedhros gets more fully fleshed-out:
[At Lake Mithrim] Maedhros in time was healed; for the fire of life was hot within him, and his strength was of the ancient world, such as those possessed who were nurtured in Valinor. His body recovered from his torment and became hale, but the shadow of his pain was in his heart; and he lived to wield his sword with left hand more deadly than his right had been.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Return of the Noldor”
Maedhros did deeds of surpassing valour, and the Orcs fled before his face; for since his torment upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one that returns from the dead.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Ruin of Beleriand”
Perhaps one of the most striking descriptions of Maedhros comes from an abandoned alliterative verse poem, The Flight of the Noldoli (=Noldor), published in The Lays of Beleriand and dating to 1925 — about a year before Tolkien first put the “Silmarillion” into a prose format in the annalistic-historical mode of the published text.
... and Maidros tall
(the eldest, whose ardour yet more eager burnt
than his father’s flame, than Fëanor’s wrath;
him fate awaited with fell purpose.)
Flight of the Noldoli, lines 123-126
Fire, valour, pain, deadliness, wrath, doom. Taken alone, these passages don’t exactly suggest "diplomat and scholar," yet those qualities are a cornerstone how we often see Maedhros discussed and portrayed by fans. So why?
2.
Maedhros the Diplomat, at least, seems to be based on what he does in canon.
Pausing for a moment, what does it actually mean to be "diplomatic"?
Here’s from Merriam-Webster under diplomatic:
[…]
of, relating to, or concerned with the art and practice of conducting negotiations between nations: of, relating to, or concerned with diplomacy or diplomats.
employing tact and conciliation especially in situations of stress
And for diplomacy:
the art and practice of conducting negotiations between nations
skill in handling affairs without arousing hostility: TACT
It’s worth noting that the first use of the word diplomacy dates to the 18th century (1766) and the concept itself is somewhat anachronistic to the pre-modern world of the “Silmarillion.” However, it’s not difficult to apply the spirit of an “art and practice of negotiations between nations” to First Age Beleriand. We’ll also consider the secondary definition of “tact.”
The Case for Maedhros the Diplomat
Let's look at some times that Maedhros practiced diplomacy and was diplomatic:
1. Waiving his claim to the kingship of the Noldor in favour of Fingolfin:
For Maedhros begged forgiveness for the desertion in Araman; and he waived his claim to kingship over all the Noldor, saying to Fingolfin: ‘If there lay no grievance between us, lord, still the kingship would rightly come to you, the eldest here of the house of Finwë, and not the least wise.’
The Silmarillion, “Of the Return of the Noldor”
Is this an instance of diplomacy? Yes: resolving conflict by removing one’s own claim to a title.
Is it diplomatic? The dialogue seems pretty tactful — demonstrating deference, employing flattery and logic — and is definitely an improvement on Fëanor’s approach to the contested kingship!
2. Brother-wrangling
There are two significant instances of this in the Silmarillion:
resolving conflict
After an argument breaks out between Angrod and Caranthir over Angrod’s authority to act as messenger to Thingol, “Maedhros indeed rebuked Caranthir … But Maedhros restrained his brothers, and they departed from the council…" (“Of the Return of the Noldor”)
Is this an instance of diplomacy? Yes: removing threats to peaceable relations between rulers.
Is it diplomatic? Since we don’t know exactly how Maedhros rebuked Caranthir and restrained his brothers, it’s hard to say how tactfully it was done. Maybe.
removing to the Eastern march
There Maedhros and his brothers kept watch, gathering all such people as would come to them, and they had few dealings with their kinsfolk westward, save at need. It is said indeed that Maedhros himself devised this plan, to lessen the chances of strife, and because he was very willing that the chief peril of assault should fall upon himself.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Return of the Noldor”
Is this an instance of diplomacy? Yes: again removing threats to peaceable relations between rulers. Also involves gathering followers. Notably, the strategy seems to have worked for as long as it lasted (that is, until Celegorm and Curufin found themselves in Nargothrond).
Is it diplomatic? Again, unclear how Maedhros executed this plan, but the narrator’s tone here is quite approving so it’s reasonable to assume that it was done tactfully.
3. Remaining on good terms with the other Princes of the Noldor
A few examples of this:
Continuing from the preceding passage, “he remained for his part in friendship with the houses of Fingolfin and Finarfin, and would come among them at times for common counsel.” (“Of the Noldor in Beleriand”)
Is this an instance of diplomacy? Yes.
Is it diplomatic? Yes: extra diplomacy points for taking it upon himself to go to them.
He (with Maglor) attended Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reuniting. (“Of the Noldor in Beleriand”)
Is this an instance of diplomacy? Yes, though showing up to the High King’s peace party seems like pretty bare minimum lordly behaviour, not exemplary diplomacy.
Is it diplomatic? We don’t know except through the absence of any evidence to the contrary. Since the Mereth Aderthad was overall a diplomatic success, it’s reasonable to assume Maedhros contributed to that success and stayed on his best behaviour.
He (with Maglor) goes hunting with Finrod. (“Of the Coming of Men into the West”)
Is this an instance of diplomacy? Sure: a leisurely hunting trip with the cousin whose kin you once killed (oops) is a good move.
Is it diplomatic? Again, lacking evidence to the contrary, reasonable to assume Maedhros behaved himself and the trip went off without conflict.
Remaining on good terms in particular with “Fingon, ever the friend of Maedhros” (“Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad”). The anecdote about the history of the Dragon-helm (below), which has it pass from Maedhros to Fingon, additionally attests that these two “often exchanged tokens of friendship.”
Is this an instance of diplomacy? Yes: in particular, the exchange of tokens of friendship between rulers.
Is it diplomatic? Unless we imagine Fingon was himself tactless (which is contradicted by what we’re told about him elsewhere) and their friendship was built around being mutually despicable (see: Celegorm and Curufin), fair to assume this was all done courteously.
4. Making alliances
with the Sindar
We know that many Sindar outside Doriath joined themselves to and followed the princes of the Noldor, presumably including the sons of Fëanor. (The Grey Annals §48 in The History of Middle-earth Vol. 11: The Wars of the Jewels, and elsewhere).
with the Dwarves
In the preparations for the Nirnaeth Arnoediad:
... Maedhros had the help of the Naugrim, both in armed force and in great store of weapons; and the smithies of Nogrod and Belegost were busy in those days.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad”
Also, from the Narn i hîn Húrin in Unfinished Tales:
[The Dragon-helm of Dor-lómin] was given by Azaghâl to Maedhros, as guerdon for the saving of his life and treasure, when Azaghâl was waylaid by Orcs upon the Dwarf-road in East Beleriand.
Azaghâl then sacrifices himself and his people at the Nirnaeth, making the Fëanorian retreat possible.
with the Easterlings
But Maedhros, knowing the weakness of the Noldor and the Edain, whereas the pits of Angband seemed to hold store inexhaustible and ever-renewed, made alliance with these new-come Men, and gave his friendship to the greatest of their chieftains, Bor and Ulfang. And Morgoth was well content; for this was as he had designed. The sons of Bor were Borlad, Borlach, and Borthand; and they followed Maedhros and Maglor, and cheated the hope of Morgoth, and were faithful. The sons of Ulfang the Black were Ulfast, and Ulwarth, and Uldor the accursed; and they followed Caranthir and swore allegiance to him, and proved faithless.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad”
the Union of Maedhros
Perhaps Maedhros' most-cited and most famous act of "diplomacy":
Yet Morgoth would destroy them all, one by one, if they could not again unite, and make new league and common council; and he began those counsels for the raising of the fortunes of the Eldar that are called the Union of Maedhros.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad”
And [Maedhros] gathered together again all his brothers and all the people who would follow them; and the Men of Bor and Ulfang were marshalled and trained for war, and they summoned yet more of their kinsfolk out of the East. Moreover in the west Fingon, ever the friend of Maedhros, took counsel with Himring, and in Hithlum the Noldor and the Men of the house of Hador prepared for war.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad”
Are these instances of diplomacy? Yes: protecting neighbours, gathering followers, establishing partnerships, forming alliances with other groups of peoples, and organising a major offensive on a common enemy.
Is it diplomatic? Again, absence to the contrary and general success suggests Maedhros conducted himself tactfully in all of these dealings. One thing: I have seen a tendency in fandom to credit superior leadership and diplomacy on the part of Maedhros and Maglor for the fact that their Easterling allies remain faithful while Caranthir’s do not. Maybe; but bear in mind that’s a deduction, not something the text explicitly states.
I am sure there are other tidbits here and there to support the diplomatic ability of Maedhros, but I think we have enough here to conclude the Maedhros the Diplomat is a fanon characterisation with support it in canon.
The Case against Maedhros the Diplomat
So Maedhros was a diplomat; but was Maedhros an exemplary diplomat, as the prominence of his characterisation as such would suggest, or just an average one? Let us look at some of Maedhros’ diplomatic failings.
1. hubris, attempted deception
Look: we can’t neglect that Maedhros is behind one of the most disastrous failures of diplomacy in the First Age — his attempt to parley with Morgoth that ends up getting him captured.
Though not in the published Silmarillion, in the 1937 Quenta Silmarillion, Fëanor with his dying breath tells his sons “never to treat or parley with their foe.” (§88). (Christopher Tolkien drew from a later text, the Grey Annals (1950s), for the account of the death of Fëanor in the published Silmarillion where this command does not exist.) I cannot help but laugh at the fact that following this exhortation Maedhros immediately turns around and attempts to parley with Morgoth and outwit him.
Perhaps diplomatic relations with Morgoth are impossible, but then why accept the offer to parley at all? And what’s up with trying to beat Morgoth at his own game (deceit)? Honestly, Maedhros. Not your best moment.
We can say that he learned from this, but it does put into question the idea that Maedhros’ diplomatic training and excellence go back to his Valinorean days.
2. disdain of and aloofness towards another ruler
We saw how Maedhros restrained his brothers in the council where Angrod brought news from Thingol, but what about how Maedhros himself behaved at that council?
Cold seemed its welcome to the Noldor, and the sons of Fëanor were angered at the words; but Maedhros laughed, saying: ‘A king is he that can hold his own, or else his title is vain. Thingol does but grant us lands where his power does not run. Indeed Doriath alone would be his realm this day, but for the coming of the Noldor. Therefore in Doriath let him reign, and be glad that he has the sons of Finwë for his neighbours, not the Orcs of Morgoth that we found. Elsewhere it shall go as seems good to us.’
The Silmarillion, “Of the Return of the Noldor”
Fandom loves the line and I can’t disagree that it’s an epic mic drop. But was this really the most diplomatic thing to say? In the Grey Annals, it is said that “the sons of Fëanor were ever unwilling to accept the overlordship of Thingol, and would ask for no leave where they might dwell or might pass.” (§48). (Interestingly, there does seem to have been a point, before word of the kinslaying at Alqualondë was out, that Thingol for his part was at least neutral on them, saying, “Of his sons I hear little to my pleasure; yet they are likely to prove the deadliest foes of our foe” (“Of the Noldor in Beleriand”)). Arriving at a new place and refusing to treat with the person who claims kingship of those lands — and apparently for no other reason besides disdain of that person’s ability as a ruler — doesn’t seem particularly diplomatic.
3. not supporting a superior's initiative
We saw evidence of Maedhros cooperating with the other princes of the Noldor, but that doesn't mean he threw his support behind them at every occasion to do so. When Fingolfin — supposedly, thanks for Maedhros, High King and his superior — tries to rally the Noldor to assault Angband, almost everyone was “little disposed to hearken to Fingolfin, and the sons of Fëanor at that time least of all.” (“Of the Ruin of Beleriand”).
This statement is frustratingly vague so I won’t speculate much besides to suggest that there could be something suspect — and undiplomatic — behind failing to support the initiative of the High King to whom you so graciously ceded your claim.
4. Oath-related diplomatic failures (kinslayings)
The extent to which the oath is to blame for events is a sticky issue and not the subject of this analysis, but since fulfilling the oath is essential to Maedhros’ character, it’s impossible to avoid it entirely.
The narrator of the Silmarillion is actually quite generous towards Maedhros when discussing the role of the oath in his failings, so it’s no surprise that many fans are likewise generous.
For example:
I quoted above the passage about Maedhros taking “the chief peril of assault” upon himself and remaining “for his part in friendship with the houses of Fingolfin and Finarfin,” and it is perhaps the strongest evidence for Maedhros’ diplomatic excellence. It also ends with the ominous words: “Yet he also was bound by the oath, though it slept now for a time.” (“Of the Return of the Noldor”)
And when the concept of the Union of Maedhros is introduced, we are told: “Yet the oath of Fëanor and the evil deeds that it had wrought did injury to the design of Maedhros, and he had less aid than should have been.” (“Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad”).
Both of these passages remind us that the oath — a vow to vengeance — is in the long-term at cross-purposes with cooperation and diplomacy.
This becomes especially evident when a Silmaril ends up in the hands of those who should be allies: other elves.
For Maedhros and his brothers, being constrained by their oath, had before sent to Thingol and reminded him with haughty words of their claim, summoning him to yield the Silmaril, or become their enemy.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad”
The narrator pins this failure of diplomacy on the oath. But, as Maglor will point out in his final moments with Maedhros, the oath does not state how and when they must fulfill it. Is it a mark of a good diplomat to use “haughty” words in making a request? And what about what follows Thingol’s refusal?
Therefore [Thingol] sent back the messengers with scornful words. Maedhros made no answer, for he had now begun to devise the league and union of the Elves; but Celegorm and Curufin vowed openly to slay Thingol and destroy his people, if they came victorious from war, and the jewel were not surrendered of free will.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad”
What do you mean, “made no answer”? The narrator explains this away by saying essentially that Maedhros was too busy to bother, but is it the most diplomatic to just… stop communicating with the king who had the Silmaril, and whose support would really be quite nice to have in the upcoming war? And what about Celegorm and Curufin’s decidedly undiplomatic threat? Long gone are the days of effective brother-wrangling, apparently. (So far gone, in fact, that by the time Celegorm carries through on his threat and the sons of Feanor attack Doriath, Maedhros seems to have deferred to Celegorm’s leadership.)
The oath is again blamed for Maedhros’ change of course regarding the Silmaril at the Havens of Sirion. Having initially “withheld his hand”:
… the knowledge of their oath unfulfilled returned to torment [Maedhros] and his brothers, and gathering from their wandering hunting-paths they sent messages to the Havens of friendship and yet of stern demand.
The Silmarillion, “Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath”
As with the “haughty words” to Thingol, was “stern demand” the most diplomatic approach? Would better diplomacy have made a difference? Well, maybe. I don’t think the discussion between Maedhros and Maglor was inserted into the narrative without thematic purpose — and one of those purposes is, I think, to reveal the slippery space of conflict between obligation and choice; between that which must be done and how it’s done; between the morality of keeping one’s word and the morality of doing the right thing.
Does the oath itself turn an otherwise mild and affable Maedhros into someone haughty and stern? Or are those flaws he already had and which are brought to the fore by the constraint of the oath? Well, examine the evidence for yourself — and allow the imagination to roam.
Final assessment: Maedhros is a good diplomat, certainly compared to his closest kinsmen. But just like Maedhros isn’t the tallest (no, really, he’s not — but that’s another excavation), he’s perhaps also not the best diplomat on the political stage of First Age Beleriand.
[1] If we go beyond the published Silmarillion to the “Shibboleth of Fëanor” (in History of Middle-earth Vol. 12: The Peoples of Middle-earth), we learn that he was a red-head and apparently “well-shaped.” For an author who is notoriously sparse with physical description, Tolkien did seem to have a lot of ideas about what Maedhros looked liked!
Addendum: Maedhros the Scholar
“Diplomat and Scholar” do seem to go hand-in-hand in the fandom’s most popular versions of Maedhros, but I focused on the former for this Ask because there really isn’t much in canon to directly support Maedhros’ skill as a scholar.
The Noldor, as a culture, are loremasters. Fëanor, Maedhros’ father, was one of the most notable of these loremasters, even credited with founding the school of Lambengolmor, Loremasters of Tongues ( in the essay Quendi and Eldar in The History of Middle-earth Vol. 11: The War of the Jewels).
But, when Tolkien gives examples of elven loremasters, who, he says, were also “the greatest kings, princes and warriors,” he names Fëanor, Finrod, the lords of Gondolin, and Orodreth. No mention of Maedhros. And, when discussing which sons of Fëanor took an interest in language, he mentions not the eldest, but Maglor and Curufin. (Both in The Shibboleth of Fëanor.)
So there’s nothing in canon to suggest that Maedhros wasn’t a scholarly type, but it’s not something he’s noted for. His most remarkable trait remains “tall”.
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One Day at a Time
Yoongi loves to help others. As a professional surrogate, he takes pride in using his body to help families bring life into this world, and love into their homes. But when his high school crush Kim Namjoon hires Yoongi to help him and his wife conceive, things get...precarious.
Or, Omega Yoongi gets bred by Alpha Namjoon and holy shit, does he fall in love.
🐺 Yoongi x Namjoon, established Namjoon x Wheein
🌙 word count: 39.4k
🌙 past acquaintances to lovers, a/b/o, mpreg, infidelity, angst, smut, eventual fluff, slash, nsfw, 21+
🌙 warnings: alpha/top Namjoon, omega/bottom Yoongi; Namjoon is married, and he has a big dick; Yoongi is a mess, and he cries a lot; a/b/o stuff (mating cycles, lots of scent stuff, wolf instincts, marking - there will be blood, omega slick), angst (hormones raging, pining, emotional infidelity, infidelity, hurt/comfort), smut (ritualistic sex, ass to mouth, anal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, extremely painful knotting, pregnant sex, begging, praising, possessiveness), confessions, falling in love, "happy ending."
🌙 note: hello, and welcome to my very first a/b/o fic! this is going to be a more modern take on some a/b/o lore and ideas. i did so much research and asked friends who are better versed with the lore and tropes (thank you @sailoryooons and @sweetestofchaos, i love you to the moon and back!!!), and i am really pleased with what has come of this. i never thought i would write a pregnancy fic, but here i am. the power of namgi and infidelity compels me. that being said, infidelity is a big part of this fic, so if you're not into that, you will not like this!!! this has all the build up and tension and very intense smut that one might come to expect from one of my fics, so buckle up and take the warnings seriously. 🌙 Yoongi deals with a lot of mood swings with his heat cycle, so if he seems completely irrational at times, it is because he is. and oh boyyyy, does he cry a lot. A LOT. idk how to describe Yoongi's genitalia situation. he has a dick but also … idk ... would his butt be a cloaca??? best not to overthink it. sometimes it is referred to as a cunt. hehehe. Wheein in this fic is very real housewives and i love/hate her.
🌙 written for one shot two shot fest
🌙 thanks to @neoneunnajimin & @sailoryooons for beta reading!
🌙 posted july 2023 | read on ao3 (link coming soon!)
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Was wondering if you could do a part two on an injured reader prompt with Huntress, Deathslinger, and Trickster.
Thank you in advance!
I believe I can. Please enjoy.
With an injured reader: Huntress, Deathslinger, Trickster
Huntress
Anna is used to getting hurt.
She's also used to taking care of herself.
So when you get hurt, she won't see it as a big deal unless you're seriously injured.
Even then, to her a serious injury might not seem like that big a deal.
You have to remember how she was raised.
To her, a broken arm might just be something she brushes off.
It's not that she doesn't care.
She just doesn't understand it.
Once you express and tell her how much pain you're in, then she'll understand the situation a bit more.
You might think she's not good at treating wounds, however, it's actually the opposite.
Well she might be a bit rough about it, she knows how to treat wounds properly.
Although modern medicine is something lost to her, naturalistic healing is something she's very well versed in.
Again, that's just how she was raised and how she took care of herself.
If it's a serious injury, she'll be patching you up and giving you naturalistic cures.
Even if you don't like it.
She knows which plants have medicinal properties and how to use them.
And, yes, she knows they taste bad. But you're going to eat them if you know what's good for you.
Either you have them crushed up in a soup, or she shoves them down your throat.
I'd pick the first option if I were you.
Although gentle might not be a word in her vocabulary, she'll certainly try for you.
She'll even try and spoil you while you're hurt.
Is she good at it?
No.
But she sincerely making an effort.
She might try and carry you around or spoon feed you like a baby.
Yes, she's a little rough around the edges, but you know she's trying.
And she wouldn't do it for anybody else.
Deathslinger
This man's an inventor, not a doctor.
So, safe to say he isn't exactly the best help when it comes to injuries.
Heck, he fixed his own injuries with inventions.
And look how they turned out.
His other injuries?
Caleb ignores them.
Just take a good look at his jaw.
However, he knows an injured person when he sees one.
And he knows you're in pain.
He can't bear to see that.
He might not be the greatest at caring for others, but for you, he's going to try his damnest.
However, he's smart enough to know that he can't patch you up himself.
He knows that will cause more damage than do any good.
Therefore, he'll be searching high and low for the next best person.
"I know damned well I'm no doctor. But that Doctor fellow ain't no doctor either."
He's smart enough to know not to send you to Herman.
He figured Sally is the next best person.
While he doesn't know what to do, he'll be by your side the entire time.
If you need to squeeze his hand, he'll let you do that too.
He's also very good at listening and following post care instructions.
He'll make sure you take your medicine, or we bandage your wounds.
And if that means you can't drink any alcohol for the next few days?
He'll make sure you follow through with it.
He'll even go sober with you.
That's how much he cares for you and loves you.
Trickster
Ji-Woon isn't really good at taking care of others.
Himself?
Sure.
Others?
Not at all.
So you're going to have to be really hurt for him to notice.
It's not that he doesn't care, He's Just Not That observant of others and how others feel.
But once he realizes you're hurt, he's going to freak out a little bit.
God forbid there's any blood.
He loves to see other people bleed and suffer when he's the one inflicting the pain.
You?
He's panicking.
Even worse than you might be.
And if he gets any of your blood on him?
You'll mistake the screaming for that of a little girl.
The first step is getting him to calm down.
After that, you're going to have to take charge and tell him where and what to bring you.
Soon, he'll be doing a little bit better considering someone is giving him directions.
After the initial care is done, you'll still be on your own to an extent.
He isn't good about reminding you to take your medicine if you need to take medicine, or rewrapping wounds.
And if you need anything, you'll have to be extremely specific about it or he'll get you something completely wrong.
However, he is great moral and emotional support.
He'll sit by you for hours, just checking in on you.
Heck, he'll even sing you a lullaby if it helps you fall asleep.
Sure, this isn't his forte.
But it's evident he's making an effort. And he wouldn't do that for anybody else.
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Microfic: Crown of Thorns
The first time he saw him (since the War, since the trials, since they were boys, really) was in the National Gallery. He stared across the gallery hall at the slim figure standing before a pièta, his silver blond hair shining in the soft overhead lights. He found himself making his way over to him in a daze, half-expecting it to be someone else, a stranger. Draco didn’t even look over at him when he finally reached him, only twitched his lips in an amused smirk. Harry tried to focus on the painting, but felt his attention sliding back to the man beside him - for he was a man now, five years later, only a trace of boyhood left in the soft curve of his cheek.
“You know, Potter,” said Draco in a low murmur, “I don’t know much about Muggle religion, but I could swear he looks like you did that day.”
And in that moment, Harry realised that he had been running from that memory for so long, from the pain and the fear like acrid smoke in his lungs. He looked at the painting, the limp figure of the thorn-crowned man in his mother’s arms. His chest tightened, and he tried to take a steadying breath, but it came out ragged, broken. Draco watched him, eyes softening.
“That day,” said Draco, “I remember thinking, if he’s gone, that’s it, I could run to the ends of the earth and never outrun what was coming for me. But then…” He chuckled softly. “When it turned out you were alive, I had never been so relieved. You brought me to the light that day, Potter.”
"I'm no saint," Harry managed to whisper, his voice rough.
"No, you're not," said Draco, not unkindly. "You're just a man. And how strange it is, that one man can instill such hope?"
"Malfoy - "
"Please," he interrupted, reaching out a hand, his fingertips barely grazing Harry's shoulder, "call me Draco."
Harry sighed. "Draco, I didn't bring you to the light or anything like that, I'm not some knight in shining armour. I'm not - I'm not - "
Draco smiled, soft and small. "I'm not saying you are. And I'm not saying I want you to be. We don't need all that going to your head anymore than all that Chosen One nonsense did." Harry scoffed, but Draco continued. "I'm just saying - thank you. For making me want to be better."
Harry looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink away the tears. Draco did grab hold of his shoulder then, and gave it a gentle squeeze. After a moment, when Harry had swallowed back the grief and exhausted tears, Draco said, "Come on. Let's get you a cup of tea." With that, they turned their backs on the pièta, leaving the painted Saviour behind.
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For @drarrymicrofic's prompt, "Night Crawlin'" by Miley Cyrus (feat. Billy Idol). It's more tangentially influenced by the second verse of the song ("Sometimes my thoughts are violent (Are violent)// Sometimes they bring me to the light // Sometimes I sit in silence (In silence) // Sometimes I'm running for my life." It is also influenced by the pièta, a motif in Christian religious art of the Virgin Mary mourning over the body of Christ, especially in the late medieval and early modern period, the most iconic being Michelangelo's sculpture in the Met. Since that one is in New York, the one Draco and Harry are looking at is more likely to be one like this one dating to the late fifteenth century: https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/probably-by-the-workshop-of-rogier-van-der-weyden-pieta
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Ode To Salvador Dali - Federico García Lorca
A rose in the high garden you desire.
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.
The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,
The grays watching over the last balustrades.
The modern painters in their white ateliers
clip the square root's sterilized flower.
In the waters of the Seine a marble iceberg
chills the windows and scatters the ivy.
Man treads firmly on the cobbled streets.
Crystals hide from the magic of reflections.
The Government has closed the perfume stores.
The machine perpetuates its binary beat.
An absence of forests and screens and brows
roams across the roofs of the old houses.
The air polishes its prism on the sea
and the horizon rises like a great aqueduct.
Soldiers who know no wine and no penumbra
behead the sirens on the seas of lead.
Night, black statue of prudence, holds
the moon's round mirror in her hand.
A desire for forms and limits overwhelms us.
Here comes the man who sees with a yellow ruler.
Venus is a white still life
and the butterfly collectors run away.
*
Cadaqués, at the fulcrum of water and hill,
lifts flights of stairs and hides seashells.
Wooden flutes pacify the air.
An ancient woodland god gives the children fruit.
Her fishermen sleep dreamless on the sand.
On the high sea a rose is their compass.
The horizon, virgin of wounded handkerchiefs,
links the great crystals of fish and moon.
A hard diadem of white brigantines
encircles bitter foreheads and hair of sand.
The sirens convince, but they don't beguile,
and they come if we show a glass of fresh water.
*
Oh Salvador Dali, of the olive-colored voice!
I do not praise your halting adolescent brush
or your pigments that flirt with the pigment of your times,
but I laud your longing for eternity with limits.
Sanitary soul, you live upon new marble.
You run from the dark jungle of improbable forms.
Your fancy reaches only as far as your hands,
and you enjoy the sonnet of the sea in your window.
The world is dull penumbra and disorder
in the foreground where man is found.
But now the stars, concealing landscapes,
reveal the perfect schema of their courses.
The current of time pools and gains order
in the numbered forms of century after century.
And conquered Death takes refuge trembling
in the tight circle of the present instant.
When you take up your palette, a bullet hole in its wing,
you call on the light that brings the olive tree to life.
The broad light of Minerva, builder of scaffolds,
where there is no room for dream or its hazy flower.
You call on the old light that stays on the brow,
not descending to the mouth or the heart of man.
A light feared by the loving vines of Bacchus
and the chaotic force of curving water.
You do well when you post warning flags
along the dark limit that shines in the night.
As a painter, you refuse to have your forms softened
by the shifting cotton of an unexpected cloud.
The fish in the fishbowl and the bird in the cage.
You refuse to invent them in the sea or the air.
You stylize or copy once you have seen
their small, agile bodies with your honest eyes.
You love a matter definite and exact,
where the toadstool cannot pitch its camp.
You love the architecture that builds on the absent
and admit the flag simply as a joke.
The steel compass tells its short, elastic verse.
Unknown clouds rise to deny the sphere exists.
The straight line tells of its upward struggle
and the learned crystals sing their geometries.
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But also the rose of the garden where you live.
Always the rose, always, our north and south!
Calm and ingathered like an eyeless statue,
not knowing the buried struggle it provokes.
Pure rose, clean of artifice and rough sketches,
opening for us the slender wings of the smile.
(Pinned butterfly that ponders its flight.)
Rose of balance, with no self-inflicted pains.
Always the rose!
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Oh Salvador Dali, of the olive-colored voice!
I speak of what your person and your paintings tell me.
I do not praise your halting adolescent brush,
but I sing the steady aim of your arrows.
I sing your fair struggle of Catalan lights,
your love of what might be made clear.
I sing your astronomical and tender heart,
a never-wounded deck of French cards.
I sing your restless longing for the statue,
your fear of the feelings that await you in the street.
I sing the small sea siren who sings to you,
riding her bicycle of corals and conches.
But above all I sing a common thought
that joins us in the dark and golden hours.
The light that blinds our eyes is not art.
Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.
Not the picture you patiently trace,
but the breast of Theresa, she of sleepless skin,
the tight-wound curls of Mathilde the ungrateful,
our friendship, painted bright as a game board.
May fingerprints of blood on gold
streak the heart of eternal Catalunya.
May stars like falconless fists shine on you,
while your painting and your life break into flower.
Don't watch the water clock with its membraned wings
or the hard scythe of the allegory.
Always in the air, dress and undress your brush
before the sea peopled with sailors and ships.
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𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄
Psycho in my head - Skillet
There's a psycho in my head
I'm closer to the edge
Makin' me feel like I'm livin' in misery, misery
Insane
These voices in my brain
Startin' to feel like it's gonna be the death of me, death of me
Do you feel those lyrics? When I listen to that chorus I’m always left thinking of the early days when Yusuke was stuck with Raizen in his mind. I’m tellin’ ya if yyh was a modern anime they’d have touched on that for a few more eps.
Bleeding out - Imagine dragons
I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
When it comes to this song I think of Yusuke in his fights right before he gets his second calling. It’s the song that I always hear when I see those moments..well one of the songs.
Legacy - Eminem
And I don't need no goddamn psychologist
Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlyin' problems
Thinkin' he can try and solve 'em
This song reminds me of how lost or how much of an outcast Yusuke feels around his peers when he was younger. Whether it was at school, at home or on the streets Yusuke always felt like he didn’t belong and I think the song captures that perfectly.
Beautiful pain - Eminem
And I'm pullin' for you to push through this feeling
And with a little time that should do the healing and by tomorrow
You may even feel so good that you're willing to forgive 'em
Even after all the shit you've been put through, this feeling of resilience is building.
I could cheat and use any album of this man to highlight a point in Yusuke’s life. Either way this song is basically peak Yusuke. Everytime I hear that verse in particular I think of Yusuke, well actually I think of both Yusuke and Kuwabara with this verse.
My reason - Linkin park
And I needed someone to love me
But you just left me
Here and I'm lonely
You know I needed
Someone to love me
But I'm all alone
Whilst we NEVER gotten a peek into Yusuke’s childhood I can’t help but connect this old song to yusuke’s life as a child growing up without a father. And really it kills me cause through the rest of his life he really needed someone to love him, he got that with Keiko in the end but it’s scary to think how he could have easily been Toguro had things been different.
tagged: @bonescribes (thanks for tagging the boy)
tagging: @the27percent , @eternalbxtterfly , @theothervonkarmagirl , @papillionsoul , @healerkissed , @foolisharcanum , steal it homies
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a playlist for our favorite dilf ship! annotations under the cut:
italics = bato, bold = hakoda, both = both
1. my heart dreams - black belt eagle scout
wasting this life, i only want me and you
shamelessly stolen from @meteor-sword 's bakoda playlist. about bato pining for hakoda while hakoda's with kya.
2. no fire - s. grant parker
i rearrange all my intentions / just to keep you on the line / and when you pull away / your voice is still in my head
a song about resigning yourself to not being someone's top priority and learning to be content with the little bit of their attention you get. bato is not way down in hakoda's priorities, but after hakoda gets married and has kids, bato's definitely not the top of the list, and he has to adjust to that.
3. snow ii - wyvern lingo
his eyes meet mine / i try to stop myself from crying / and I know my love grows / like the silence of snow
after kya's death, bato all but moves in, supporting the family and hakoda through the grieving process. it's absolutely the wrong time to be falling in love again, but caring for hakoda can't help but bring up those feelings.
4. pure cinema - thao & the get down stay down
won't you stay a while? / find your family / let them anchor you / in the open sea
5. pangaea - i'm with her
they leave for war, and while they feel quite driftless for a while, they eventually create their own family amongst the warriors (as described in bato's lone wolf speech). they grow closer during this time.
5. epiphany - taylor swift
with you, i serve / with you, i fall down
the first verse of the song is about soldiers, with the line "sir, i think he's bleeding out" - bato being injured in battle. the second verse is about medical workers, with the line "someone's mother, someone's daughter" - modern au kya's death and katara as witness to it. both verses end with "and some things you just can't speak about" - the war trauma and kya's death being two deeply painful things hakoda has trouble processing. and bato is by his side through it all.
oh, it's a lonely life / everybody lives, everybody dies / when the earth shifts and you leave me on the other side
hakoda has to make the decision to leave bato behind at the abbey.
6. little joys - maggie rogers
with no injury to claim / i'm a big mess of little joys / my blue eyes are wrapped in grey / i'm a big mess of little joys
hakoda is happy that bato will be okay, but he's sad to leave him behind.
7. king and lionheart - of monsters and men
taking over this town, they should worry
THE song for the fearless leader and their loyal second-in-command. i made a video here that has as much bakoda as i could manage given their limited screentime
8. coming around again - carly simon
i know nothing stays the same / but if you're willing to play the game / it's coming around again
a bakoda playlist should, by all rights, have dad rock on it, but unfortunately, i am not well-versed in dad rock. this is the closest i've got - it was on a best of carly simon album my mom used to play in the car. mom-pop. it's always struck me as a song about love between adults, about all the mundane parts of relationships, about how you fuck up and things change but you still love each other. it seems apt for bakoda, who are full-on Adults With Kids who've known each other for years, very much not some young first love story but still very much in love.
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12/21/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription
Hebrews 1 - 6
Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. It's the 21st day of December, welcome. It's so good to be here with you as we are here, and we're accomplishing several goals as we're here. We are we're finishing this week together. We're trying to get through Christmas together, we're trying to finish a year together. And we are also finishing the greatest book of the Greatest story ever told together, individually, collectively and in community. I know so many get behind at this time of year and just fight to stay in it. So if you're here and you're completely in real time, well done. I know how hard it is. I know the fight to stay in it, to stay current, to well, let's just be honest. Sometimes it's just a fight to stay present. With all of the distractions around, our thoughts run, our multitasking just amps up, which can create anxiety, and then we just start making silly, sloppy mistakes. So we're just going to take a breath, even right here inhale deep long and hold it and just, I mean, let it go. Let it go. Sing the song if you want to, at the top of your lungs if you need to, whatever you got to do. Just to come back to center, find your focal point and stay present. Sometimes I bite the inside of my cheek, just helps me with a little pain, a little discomfort. Makes me remember. Stay present. We're here to read the Bible. Today we're reading the book of Hebrews, and we are jumping all in chapters one through six today. And this week we're reading the Common English Bible, Hebrews, chapter one.
Commentary
Okay, so, brand new book of the Bible again today we hit a good bit of Hebrews, and I just want to orient us in the book using the resource The God of Your Story. This letter is one of the most compelling exhortations to keep the faith and stay true that we'll find in the New Testament. While that's true, the letter is a bit of an anomaly because we don't fully know its origins. Although the apostle Paul had been credited with the authorship of Hebrews at different points in time, most scholars would agree that this is unlikely. Paul was very clear that he was called to bring the Gospel to the Gentiles, and this book is Hebrew through and through. Whoever did write Hebrews was a master communicator and was clearly well educated. The author possessed a skilled understanding of the Scriptures and of Judaism. Two candidates who fit this criteria would be Barnabas and Apollos, but no one is certain. What is certain is whoever penned Hebrews had the authority to write such a work, and that the work was regarded with utmost respect. Paul's protege and son of the faith, Timothy, is mentioned in the letter. So Hebrews is probably somewhat contemporary with Paul's writings or perhaps was written a bit later. It's clear from the letter that the persecution of those who believed in Jesus had begun within the Jewish community. Although it hadn't reached the level of martyrdom, in most cases, the Jewish believers and those who were sympathetic had begun to suffer ridicule. They were being stereotyped as irrelevant and weird. It's easy enough to see this dynamic and modern culture. Often Christians are portrayed in the media as irrelevant, backward and a little weird. In the first century, these cultural pressures were causing many Hebrew believers to withdraw into the woodwork and hide their faith. Others were turning their backs and walking away altogether. Returning to traditional Judaism, the writer of Hebrews observed this and boldly stepped over to encourage Hebrew believers to stay faithful to Jesus and not return to their former ways. Hebrews encourages us to hold fast to the hope that we have in Christ without wavering at all. This is a very important message for believers today, and it's offered brilliantly through the lens of the Old Testament and Jewish heritage in the remarkable book of Hebrews. And by the way, in case you missed chapter four, verse eleven through 13, therefore, let's make every effort to enter that rest so that no one will fall by following the same example of disobedience. Because God's Word is living, active and sharper than any two edged sword. It penetrates to the point that it separates the soul from the spirit and the joints from the marrow. It is able to judge the heart's thoughts and intentions. No creature is hidden from it, but rather everything is naked and exposed to the eyes of the one to whom we have to give an answer. That's a very mature statement, and it's also a very good reminder for us today that if that is what's happening to you, if your heart's thoughts and intentions are being judged through the Word, then it's fulfilling its point. We often read the Bible and think about how it's applicable for other people in our lives. And that's not really the point. The main point is to read it and apply it to our own lives, to make the adjustments necessary and needed in our own living.
Prayer
So, Father, we thank you for Your Word today, and we thank you how it does judge our heart's thoughts and our heart's intentions. And it often offends our mind to reveal the true nature of our hearts. But so often we get mad at the messenger, we get mad at the person delivering it. And oftentimes we get mad at you for revealing the truth of our hearts when you are all truth. And we run away and we hide in our shame and in our condemnation that we have confused for conviction. And Father, I pray that we would run to you where you can complete the change within us that is right and necessary. And I pray that we would run to you knowing that we cannot hide. Nothing can be hidden from you. And I thank you that you fully love us, you fully embrace us, you fully see us and you fully know us. And you long for us to know you. And I thank you, let you make yourself known and knowable. May we take this truth and apply it where necessary. I pray this now. In the name of the Father Son, the Holy Spirit, amen.
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Community Prayer Line
Happy half birthday to you. Happy half birthday to you. Happy half birthday dear Yvonne, happy half birthday to you hi this month from Texas and that is for Yvonne. I know on today your birthday because this is going to be played late you are missing your dad calling to wish you a happy half birthday. Just know that I love you, I'm praying for you and I pray that God will comfort you on your born day. Stay blessed, stay encouraged, you're loved and we are praying for you. Take care, bye.
Good morning my dear DABC family, this is Ulibuchku calling from the UK. I wish that the grace and peace of the all nights will always be with us actually this Christmas season. God bless each and every one of us. I'm calling today to ask prayers for my sister in law. I just spoke to my brother and he mentioned that she was with her job in February. They have little girl and apparently the job has been so stressful and to the point that it's affecting her health so stepping away from it I think is a better choice for her health and the health of the family as well. But I asked you, brothers and sisters, to please lift her up in prayer, because they live in a place where yes, and the job is difficult, is hard, especially even for graduates, let alone than anyone else. And she is a lawyer. And I pray that come February, when she ends that chapter of her life, I pray that the will of God be done. If it's his will that she'll get something immediately, we'll praise Him. If it's his will that she will wait a while and rest up and then he'll provide, we praise Him. And above all, whatever the will of God is for this new family I pray that they will have peace with it and wait on the Lord. Peace is all I ask because I know that the will of the Father is always the best even if it takes time. I know how long I had to wait for the job I've got now because I had to stop for my family but he gave me peace through it all and I asked peace for my sister in law in Jesus name.
Hey this is Big Shoes dynavi I want to pray for Chastity from Kansas. Dear Lord, you see, Chastity from Kansas and her family you see they have been struggling with sickness and especially our son. I pray that you will bless them with strength and health and endurance. I pray that you will give her extraordinary efficiency at her work even though our sense doesn't add up because she has to go home. I pray that you will heal them and strengthen them just bless their finances and bless their every situation lord, in Jesus name I pray. Amen.
Hi DABC community this greeting is for elan in Alberta, Canada. Happy half birthday to you. Happy half birthday to you. Happy half birthday, dear Alan in Alberta, Canada. Happy half birthday to you. God bless you. Somebody had a thing. Happy half birthday to you. So it's from your neighbor godscale in Minnesota and I wish you the best on your birthday. Today the 18th, and I know grief is hard and you're missing your dad, God, and I'm praying for you. So God bless you, Alan, and I'll be continuing to pray for you. Signing off from Minnesota. Godscale. Bye.
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@fcllederage sent 💬 for a starter!ㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )
ㅤㅤㅤ— prompt borrowed from this meme
ㅤㅤ" i know you've been havin' a shit time, so i brought some food. "ㅤthe announcement is made in tandem with a dramatic wave of a paper takeout bag before byan drops it unceremoniously onto the nearest flat surface. beginning to dig through the (admittedly stolen) order, they pause for the briefest of moments to cast a glance at hyacinthe, an eyebrow quirked.ㅤ" ...didn't think about this 'til just now, but i hope you're not vegetarian or anythin'. you might be stuck with nothin' but fries if you are, s'all burgers 'n chicken in here from the looks of it. "
#fcllederage#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ic ⋮ we are not just graffiti on a passing train.#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ verse: modern ⋮ come on up / bring the pain.#hiii i hope this works!! please feel free to lmk if you'd like something else uvu#also this is me apologizing for being so bad at keeping our threads going!! i'm trying to be better about it ;A;
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An in-depth look at your muse.
tagged by: @scxrytxles
tagging: @wandering-solo-forgood @schattenmagier
— basics.
▸ is your muse tall/short/average? Titus is a short king, coming in at only 5’6”!
▸ are they okay with their height? Typically yeah! He used to be a bit annoyed by it, considering that his father was very tall, but he appreciates being smaller. Makes hiding easier!
▸ what’s their hair like? Long, wavy, straw-blonde with the sides shaved. Flowers grow out of his hair, and he has a long braid that sits over his shoulder as a traditional sign of respect he learned from Macrides.
▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming? Not a lot, but he spends enough! He brushes it, cleans it, fixes the braid when it needs fixing, and that’s about it.
▸ does your muse care about their appearance/what others think? Not really, he’s honestly too tired to care about what he looks like or what others think.
— preferences.
▸ indoors or outdoors? He prefers the outdoors, though the indoors can bring some comfort to him occasionally. He just gets claustrophobic really easily and will start pacing around a room when he’s inside too long
▸ rain or sunshine? Sunshine definitely, whenever it rains travel is slowed down. Plus, Titus believes bad things happen when it rains.
▸ forest or beach? Forest, though he hasn’t really given beaches a fair shot. He very easily could visit a beach, but the ocean terrifies him so he’s never been.
▸ precious metals or gems? Gems for sure, you know this man is picking up rocks and cracking them open to find geodes. This man loves rocks and gems are just rocks to him. He sticks them in his braid.
▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers. Why would he ever need perfume, he’s got flowers growing out of his hair. He definitely once accidentally sprayed perfume in his mouth and has never touched a bottle since.
▸ personality or appearance? So. Here’s the thing. Titus is secretly horrible when it comes to love. He will fall in love with every piece of a person, think about them constantly, and just flat out obsess. But the thing he will attach to first is always the personality.
▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Alone, it’s safer that way. For him and others.
▸ order or anarchy? Anarchy, baby! for the most part at least lmao. This is a man who has been failed time and time again by organizations that seek order. Titus believes that looking for order in large scales just isn’t effective or natural, and instead you should focus any order you may have on small communities and small situations. But for the most part, he thinks people should be able to do whatever makes them feel truly happy.
▸ painful truths or white lies? When talking to other about themselves, painful truths. When talking about himself, white lies,
▸ science or magic? Science freaks out Titus a bit, he’s more comfortable with magic.
▸ peace or conflict? Ough, he wants peace so badly but he’s forced into conflict a lot
▸ night or day? Day! It’s easier to travel
▸ dusk or dawn? Dawn, it means the day is starting
▸ warmth or cold? Warmth, though he doesn’t get a lot of it.
▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? God he’s so alone. He has a lot of vague acquaintances just from traveling, but he would secretly love to have some friends
▸ reading or playing a game? Reading, but in the modern verses he has a little laptop of some kind that he plays indie games on, mainly the ones that make you cry or feel some sort of connection to a greater thing. He also really enjoys Life Simulation games, like The Sims, because he enjoys building the houses and getting to make little families.
— questionnaire.
▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? He’s pretty paranoid and cagey, he jumps to the assumption immediately that everyone he meets is dangerous and wants to hurt him. He isn’t honest a lot of the time. He’s very curious, which isn’t bad, but that curiosity makes him break things a lot? Like if you invite this man into your house he will pick up something and accidentally mess it up.
▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? Loss and grief are some of Titus’ biggest themes in his story. He was there when his father was killed by fey-hunting adventurers, and that’s what made him The Overgrowth. It’s the reason he’s so cagey and closed off.
▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? His memories of eating dinner with his father after hunts, the night he and his father sat together and Macrides taught him about life and death, the memories of the pies Macrides would make him for his birthday, the day he learned about taking care of livestock from the rancher he hung out with after his defeat, learning meditation from the lich who helped take care of him when he was in Pironbury, nothing very recent.
▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Kinda?? Like physically it’s very easy, but emotionally he only really hunts animals. Killing humanoids at this point makes him feel crushing guilt.
▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? It’s the kind of breakdown you have after a long journey. When the dust settles and you can look at the whole of where you’ve been and what you’ve done, and you just collapse from exhaustion. He will hold it in until he physically cannot anymore, and then he lays down and sobs.
▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? Absolutely not. Whenever he does, it doesn’t end well for him or them. At least, that’s been his experience.
▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? OBSESSIVE. He will be unable to think about anything else. He’ll show up a lot with gifts he’s found, he’ll do that thing of just sitting around the person a lot (not really talking or anything, he’s just happy to be around them) and he’ll just pretty much be around a lot. Like a cat when they really like you.
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my centralmost sam/diane thoughts:
i tend to see canon! sam and diane as a modern romantic tragedy. they’re set up as social opposites, but to just say That is disingenuous imo, and skips over the intricacies. because it’s more so that the characters are written as being at odds / in conflict with what regulates them socially. they are often posturing to meet expectations of gender and class. and then this interferes in their relationship with each other, while it stifles them as individuals.
and the thing with sam and diane is they learn to recognize this through each other. they -- whether they intend to or not; both apply -- encourage each other to reflect on where they could personally better themselves, or be more of themselves. they do unmask with each other. and this is the core of their tragedy, because this productivity/unmasking can flip if they instead allow themselves (allow is the operative word, and accountability here is important) to be regulated by social constructs, customs, etc. which can lead to an emotional repression or denial -- and it’s this very emotional repression that ultimately brings their relationship to its end by manifesting as failures to communicate, and not taking accountability over that or challenging it that, i would suggest, leads them to lose each other. and what's painful is, they are on the cusp of addressing this multiple times throughout s4. they're almost there, almost, almost -- and then they fall short.
and, yes, shelley left cheers (which i, again!, support) and so that’s a variable in why it played out this way, but it isn't the only one. the writers, in anticipation of shelley’s departure, didn’t have to write s5 the way they unfortunately, ooc-ly wrote it after the emotional development we see in s4 (this is another essay) -- but, god. i think what comes from all this, at least in my read of sam/diane, is that they’re a compelling study of particular relationships in society, how relationships can be affected by society -- and why they may fail in society. (penny for every time i say ‘society’)
so i have this complicated appreciation for the fact they aren’t endgame. for the honesty and realism. but the cheers fix-it writer that i am, who is so compelled by these characterizations, is constantly, also considering, well, if they HAD been challenged. if they communicated productively, like s4 hinted they were heading toward. if, if, if. to quote avclub’s analysis of them, 'maybe this time.' because it's so apparent that they were written as the big loves of each other's lives.
of course anything written in the 1980′s will feel of its time in places, so there’s execution that could stand to be updated. especially in order for them, in a fix-it, to feel like they can continue on. that’s why fandom-ers are here! ;o)
and cheers was groundbreaking for its time because it was the first sitcom to introduce long-time plots/character arcs. however! it was still limited by the sitcom genre, where (s/o to a friend much more versed in sitcom theory than i am who taught me this:) inflexibility is a characteristic of the genre. so -- breaking those characters out of the conventions of the sitcom (which requires them to be static to a degree) is also where i am ~permitted~ to diverge from canon
#this show is so textural and they were so textural#thinking many thoughts#sam.#ooc.#and on the sb because i have Writer Isn't Writing guilt...........#long post /
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quick notes on new verses i’m adding bc i’m too lazy to figure out actual bios:
sw rebels/rogue one au:
rory is a tech smuggler who worked with her brother stealing and exchanging tools between gangs, constantly space traveling
during a steal gone wrong, rory’s brother dies in an explosion and rory is left with lots of scarring to her back and left arm as well losing her left leg
she fully expected to die but was saved by a good samaritan and eventually threw herself into the rebellion with basically every intent of dying for it
basically is @csssian ‘s unofficial little sister at this point
more to come soon obvs.
immortal au
once a triune guardian accepts their powers, their aging slows so they’re “immortal” they can be hurt, they can feel pain, they live on for as long as they hold their position, so can live on to be centuries old.
triune guardians lived in exile away from society to be protected from the cult of vitae, an old sect that hunts down guardians believing them to be cursed individuals that bring on natural disasters and strife. ( think how modern assassins in ac are being raised )
when she’s 16 the little haven she was growing up in and raised in gets attacked by cultists and when rory’s mother is murder in front of her eyes, she fully assumes her full powers as a guardian and retaliates in a burst of emotion to kill them all.
instead of falling in line as the new celestial guardian, she rebels against the council and escapes the asylum. she’d long hated the way she lived, every aspect of her life controlled, so she escaped out into the real world, young and naive and not in full control of her powers yet.it makes her an easy target for the greedy, and she ends up becoming a pawn in a man’s criminal game.
in another flurry of anger, rory kills her captors, but not before they’ve nearly killed her. she vows to never trust or let her gaurd down every again, and makes it her soul mission to leave nothing in her wake but chaos as targets criminals and mafia bosses, infiltrating their lives only to destroy them or even kill them.
this version of rory is very very uneasy and guarded and doesn’t trust. she fully sees herself above humanity and is not above killing few bc she thinks they deserve it. she sometimes even refers to herself as a deity. she might have lost her mind a little.
this version of rory is the most skilled with her triune powers, which i will detail in a big post one day.
currently enjoying a mutual pain in the ass frenemiship with @gentsleuth
other immortals and periods muses please hop on!!! ( she can be immortal at any point in time since humanity’s suckage is a constant )
#and this is likely all yall will be getting till i actually write the bios some day lmao#immortal verse tag tbd.#rebel au verse tag tbd.#‧ ⁘ ✦ ☾ ︴ musings — the lion-hearted girl.
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Confessions in Melody: Prince Of Sweden's “The Elephant in the Room”
In the realm of deeply introspective and emotive music, Prince Of Sweden's latest single, "The Elephant in the Room," treads softly yet leaves indelible footprints on the heart. It’s a masterful blend of indie rock finesse and soft rock accessibility that invites listeners into a space of vulnerability seldom visited with such grace and care.
https://open.spotify.com/track/0Mm4TIe30sBSpUJOuJ62Ff?si=711fc8fefc2849ce
From its first gentle strum, the song wraps you in an intimate soundscape akin to being cloaked in twilight’s last glimmer. The guitar work is nothing short of captivating—a meticulous dance between lightness and depth, painting strokes broad enough for all to find solace within while maintaining an intricate detailing that keeps you coming back for nuances previously unnoticed.
Prince Of Sweden's voice carries weight—the kind earned through lived experiences—turning each verse into confessions or perhaps conversations meant only for those moments when we’re truly alone with ourselves. His baritone, reminiscent at times of Eddie Vedder's earnest crooning or David Bowie's chameleonic storytelling, becomes a vessel for exploring themes not just sung about but felt: renewal amidst reflection; strength found within acknowledgment of one's vulnerabilities.
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