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chuuyrr · 2 months

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LET THE FEAR YOU HAVE FALL AWAY, I'VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU — FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY .ᐟ

𐀔·˚ CW(s): f! reader, bsd chapter 112 & 113 spoilers, religious themes, angst/comfort, reader is hinted to have an angel-like ability, poetic-ish writing

𐀔·˚ SYNOPSIS: like lucifer's descent from heaven's height, he fell and you followed

𐀔·˚ NOW PLAYING: say yes to heaven by lana del rey

in the grand halls of the museum, where the walls were adorned with masterpieces of art from centuries past, you first caught sight of him—fyodor dostoevsky, with his magnetic presence and mysterious aura, stood before a painting, his gaze fixed on the canvas as if it held the secrets of the universe.

amidst the splendor of renaissance masterpieces and timeless classics, you stood, a vision of innocence and wonder, your eyes drawn to the enigmatic figure across the room.

despite the warnings whispered by your intuition, you couldn't resist the urge to approach him, couldn't ignore the magnetic pull that seemed to bind you to him amidst the strokes of paint and layers of history.

fyodor continues to gaze upon the famous religious painting that hung on the far wall, depicting the fall of lucifer from heaven's height, "it's a hauntingly beautiful piece, isn't it?" you muse, your eyes lingering on the intricate details of the canvas.

he nods, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes not leaving the painting, "indeed, it is. it captures the tragedy of lucifer's descent, his fall from grace immortalized in paint and canvas."

"and yet," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, "i cannot help but feel a strange kinship with him, with the fallen angel who defied the heavens for love."

fyodor's gaze shifts from the painting to you, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of curiosity and understanding as you continue speaking, "you know, love has a way of defying the rules of the universe."

he murmurs his response, fyodor's voice carrying a weight of experience beyond his years, "it can lead us to places we never imagined, make us do things we never thought ourselves capable of."

you nod, captivated by the intensity of his gaze, "and yet, it can also lead to our downfall," you reply softly, a hint of sadness tingling your words. "like the fallen angel, we may find ourselves cast out from the heavens, destined to wander in the darkness for eternity."

"but perhaps," fyodor muses, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet carrying something heavy in it, "it is in the darkness that we truly find ourselves; in the depths of despair."

you are silent for a moment, lost in thought as you contemplate his words, "say, do you believe that we can find redemption, even after falling from grace?" you ask, your voice hesitant yet hopeful.

your question hangs in the air, a weighty silence settling between you and fyodor. his gaze, once warm and reassuring, now holds a hint of uncertainty, as if grappling with the complexities of your inquiry.

"redemption," he repeats, the word tasting bitter on his tongue, "a concept that eludes even the most devout of believers. for who among us can claim to be free from sin, to be worthy of redemption?"

you listen, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. there is a darkness in him that you cannot ignore, a shadow that clouds his every action and motive.

"and yet," fyodor continues, his voice softer now, almost pleading, "i cannot help but believe that there is hope for us yet. that despite our flaws and failings, we are capable of finding that salvation.. don't you think so, dear?"

you want to believe him, to cling to the flicker of hope that he offers, but doubts linger in the recesses of your mind. can redemption truly be found in the embrace of someone so steeped in darkness?

as you wrestle with your doubts, fyodor reaches out, his hand gentle against your cheek, his touch cold as ice, yet inviting like snow, "together," he whispers, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in your soul, "we can redeem ourselves, and find peace."

his words are a siren song, luring you deeper into the abyss. and though a part of you knows that following him will only lead to further darkness, you find yourself unable to resist.

for in the presence of this stranger, you feel a sense of purpose, and so, with a heavy heart and a mind clouded by doubt, you choose to follow him into the unknown, clinging to the hope that somehow, you will find the light at the end of the tunnel.

fyodor knew, as he gazed into your eyes, that you possessed a power beyond measure. it was an ability born of innocence and purity, yet tempered by the trials of the world. he saw the light that radiated from your soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded him.

and you, in turn, sensed the darkness that lurked within him, the shadowy depths of his being that he kept hidden from the world. but despite the warnings whispered by your intuition, you couldn't resist the pull of his presence, couldn't deny the longing that stirred within your heart whenever you were near him.

in shadows deep, where whispers weave,

two souls entwined, in love's deceitful sieve.

you, the angel with wings of gold,

he, the fallen, his secrets untold.

despite the warning bells ringing in your mind, you find yourself inexorably drawn to fyodor, like a moth to a flame. his charisma and conviction are like a siren's call, beckoning you deeper into the abyss of his twisted ideology.

as he speaks of blessings for the children and happiness to the world to your ears, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. his words, laced with honeyed deceit, cloak the darkness of his actions in the guise of righteousness.

and yet, when he speaks of god and his desire for perfection and harmony, there is a fervor in his voice that is hard to ignore. he paints himself as a righteous crusader, a chosen vessel for carrying out the lord's will in a world plagued by sin.

but beneath the facade of piety lies a darkness that you cannot reconcile. you see the cruelty in his actions, the pain he inflicts on innocent souls in the name of his twisted version of salvation—from the rats in the house of the dead to the decay of angel. all of it.

his words offer a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounds you, but deep down, you can't shake the feeling of unease. you've witnessed the cruelty he inflicts upon others, the pain he causes in the name of his twisted vision of righteousness, along with the lives he took from others.

"what about those who suffer because of your actions?" you press, your voice quivering with emotion as your feathered wings of an angel folded behind your back, red splattered on white as if it was red blood and white snow, "do you believe they can find redemption too?"

fyodor's expression darkens for a moment, a shadow passing over his features before he regains his composure, "sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good," he replies, his voice cold and distant, "it is a small price to pay for the salvation of humanity."

you recoil at his words, the weight of his callousness pressing down on you like a leaden blanket. despite your doubts, despite the whispers of your conscience urging you to flee, you find yourself unable to turn away from him.

feeling the weight of your doubts and fears, fyodor's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand in his. his touch is cold, a strange yet comforting contrast to the warmth that had settled over your soul.

"my dear," he begins, his voice gentle and reassuring, "i understand your concerns. it's natural to question, to doubt, in the face of uncertainty. but trust me when i say that everything i do, i do with the utmost conviction, with the belief that it is for the greater good."

his words soothe the turmoil in your heart, if only for a moment. you find yourself drawn to the sincerity in his eyes, the earnestness of his conviction. despite the darkness that surrounds him, there is a flicker of something genuine within him, a spark of humanity that refuses to be extinguished—his love for you.

"and as for those who suffer," he continues, his voice filled with compassion, "know that i carry the burden of their pain with me always. it is a heavy cross to bear, but i do so willingly, in the hope of bringing about a better world."

as he speaks, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, a quiet acceptance of the path that lies ahead. in his embrace, you find solace, a refuge from the storm raging within your soul and as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, you feel a warmth spread through you.

as the warmth of fyodor's embrace envelops you, you can't shake the nagging doubts that linger in the corners of your mind. despite his reassurances, you still can't help but wonder if the path you're on truly leads to redemption or if it's veering dangerously close to damnation.

and then, just when you least expect it, fyodor's gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that takes your breath away, "do you love me?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper, but it reverberates through the depths of your soul like a thunderclap.

his question catches you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. you find yourself drowning in the depths of his gaze, lost in the swirling currents of emotion that swirl within you.

it's as if he's pulling you in, drawing you closer with an irresistible allure that you can't resist. like a fallen angel tempting a pure soul yet to succumb to darkness, he wraps you in his embrace, his touch setting your heart ablaze with a fire you can't extinguish.

speechless at first, you find yourself caught in the gravity of fyodor's deep gaze, unable to tear your eyes away from his. his words echo in the caverns of your mind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions that threaten to consume you.

but fyodor doesn't wait for your response. instead, he continues, his voice a soothing melody that wraps around you like a comforting embrace.

"let your fear fall away, my love," he whispers, his words a gentle reassurance against the storm raging within your soul, "i am here for you, always. trust in me, trust in our love, and together we will rise above the darkness that threatens to engulf us."

his words are like a lifeline in the midst of a tempest, offering you solace and strength when you need it most. and as you gaze into his eyes, you feel a sense of calm wash over you, a quiet acceptance of the path that lies ahead.

"do you love me?" fyodor asks again, his voice filled with a raw vulnerability that pierces through the facade of his confidence, "say yes to heaven, to us. say yes to me, my love."

his words hang in the air, a silent plea that tugs at your heartstrings. and in that moment, as you stand on the precipice of uncertainty, you know that you have a choice to make. you can cling to the safety of your doubts and fears, or you can take a leap of faith into the unknown, guided by the hand of the one you love.

with a trembling breath, you meet fyodor's gaze, your voice barely above a whisper as you utter the words that seal your fate.

"yes," you say, your heart pounding in your chest, "i love you. i say yes to heaven, to us."

beneath the moonlight's gentle glow, fyodor draws you close, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that ignites a firestorm of passion within you. it's a kiss that tastes of forbidden desires and whispered promises.

as his lips press against yours, you feel a surge of electricity coursing through your veins, a sensation so intense it threatens to consume you whole. it's a feeling you've never experienced before, a heady mix of longing and surrender that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

in that moment, you realize that you are no longer the innocent angel you once were. the blood of the lives you took stains your feathery wings, a reminder of the sins you've committed in the name of love. and yet, as you wrap your wings around fyodor, drawing him closer to you, you know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

for in his embrace, you find redemption, a sense of purpose that transcends the boundaries of morality and reason. and as you lose yourself in the intoxicating embrace of his kiss, you know that you have chosen your path, for better or for worse.

like a fallen angel corrupting a pure soul, fyodor has led you astray, tempting you with the forbidden fruit of his love and yet, as you surrender to the darkness that consumes you both.

as the helicopter carrying fyodor descends towards the building, panic grips the air. dazai and chuuya watch in horror, their voices drowned out by the deafening roar of the crashing metal.

nikolai, the ally of your love, tasked with keeping you restrained for your own safety, struggles in vain to keep you chained, but his efforts prove futile against the strength of your resolve.

with a defiant cry, your white, feathery, angelic wings unfurled with a majestic flourish. the chains that once held you captive fall away like brittle twigs, unable to withstand the force of your determination.

with a powerful flap of your wings, you launch yourself into the air, soaring towards the burning wreckage with a sense of urgency that borders on desperation. the wind rushes past you, whipping through your hair and stirring the feathers of your wings as you race against time to reach fyodor.

as your heart heavy with determination, you set your sights on him, your angelic wings carrying you towards the helicopter where he lies bloodied and impaled.

fyodor's surprise is evident as he sees you, freed from the chains that once bound you, rushing to his side. but as you reach out to save him, the flames engulfing the helicopter grow stronger, fueled by the chaos of the moment.

as you rush to fyodor's side amidst the chaos and flames, his surprise is palpable, "what have you done?" he gasps, his voice laced with disbelief and a hint of desperation, "why did you come after me?"

but you meet his gaze with unwavering determination, your voice steady despite the turmoil surrounding you as tears blur your vision, "because i'm longer afraid," you reply, your words a declaration of your unwavering love and loyalty, "and i said yes to heaven, to you. i love you."

fyodor's expression softens, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes as he takes in your words.

the flames of the crashing helicopter engulf you both, fyodor's mind races with disbelief. never in all his years, through all the eras he has traversed, did he imagine that someone as angelic as you would follow his descent into darkness until the very end.

despite your efforts, you realize with a sinking heart that it's too late. the flames rage around you, the turbulence of the crashing metal making it impossible for you to fly any longer. and in that moment of desperation, you know that your fate is sealed, bound together with fyodor's in a tragic twist of destiny.

dazai, chuuya, and nikolai can only watch in horror as the helicopter, carrying the two of you, descends into the inferno below, and it's a scene straight out of a nightmare, the fall of lucifer from heaven's height mirrored in the downfall of fyodor with you.

but in that fleeting moment before oblivion claims him, fyodor felt a surge of gratitude mixed with sorrow. gratitude for the love and loyalty you showed him, despite the darkness that consumed him.

sorrow for the tragedy that befell both of you, a consequence of his own actions and the twisted path he had chosen.

the world around him fades into darkness, but fyodor's thoughts still linger on you, his angel who chose to follow him into the depths of hell. and in that final moment of clarity, he finds a small measure of peace, knowing that even in death, you loved him, and he loved you.

as the heavens wept with auburn for your tragic tale, you danced on where shadows prevail. for he was both god and devil, intertwined, and you, his angel, forever confined.

and in the echoes of your love's demise,

you cherish the moments, beneath starlit skies.

for in his darkness, you found your light,

a love that burned, fierce in the night.

𐀔·˚ TAGGING: @aureatchi @soleelia @little-miss-chaos @cheriiyaya @himikoslove @atzuhi @enjisthings @chizenn

𐀔·˚ A.N.: this is my first ever fyodor fic, hopefully he wasn't too ooc, and as for the plot? the start where you and him meet was inspired by @/aureatchi or reverie with her fondness for fyodor and museums. it felt so so fitting !! also the angst and comfort of the plot was very intended ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

#fyodor x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fyodor #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs x reader

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cho-aaacho · 4 months

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Nemophila ~Baby blue eyes~

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Couch Cuddles, Cuddles, Kissing, Multiple Kisses, Soft Gojo Satoru, Living Together, Gojo needs a hug.

Summary : Someday, the water will tell you the solution to the summer. Someday, you'll know that the only thing I care about in this world is you.

"Satoru-kun, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

You sprinted from the kitchen to the living room, where Satoru lay surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. A pen gliding and a spillage of water on the floor witness how much chaos there is now. He gently gripped his soft silver hair as if it were the source of his main problem.

You find your dear boyfriend surrounded by a veil of frustration, feeling himself drowned in a fragile state. Hair stroked in frustration, grunting in discontent. Guess he had a busy day; having a double workload at once is no fun.

If only he could split his body into two, maybe he could resolve his main problem.

"I fell," he murmured while collecting the scattered papers. His voice was a bit hoarse.

"Maybe you should take a break? I could negotiate with Gakuganji—"

"NO, you can't do that. You know what that old man is like. He's the worst."

You sighed in frustration, hinting that you couldn't convince him. "But, Satoru-kun. I fear for your well-being. If I am correct, I haven't seen you sleeping these days."

You glided and handed him a glass of milk, hoping to soothe him down, encourage him, and make him comfortable enough with your presence. A humble smile curls on your lips as you touch his shoulder, sending a million loves to his heart.

He still feels the warmth between his shoulders, the love you share with him, and your kindness towards his heart.

You could tell by the glimpse of his eyes. There was nothing but a sparkle in them. The sparkle you've always seen whenever he gazes at you or when he is in love with you.

"I don't want milk."

"Why? Milk used to be your favorite. Is there something else you want?"

His gaze fixed on the glass, scanning in disinterest. Some people might think he was disgusted by that milk, but he just has a bad mood. Those dark circles are still there, even if you are trying to get rid of them with a kiss. But his timeless beauty never fades. His classic beauty still lingers on him.

He is gazing toward you, locking his azure eyes in silence.

"It's helping you to have a good night's sleep, Satoru-kun," you offered with a gentle smile. Trying to convince him one more time.

"But it's only temporary! Now, tell me, Satoru-kun, how I can help you. I know you need me."

He chuckles, pinching your cheeks and shaking his head as if amused by your words. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, my love, sweet baby. But... you're so cute when you worry about me!"

He pats the couch, and a smile curls on his lips. "Come here. Sleep with me on this couch. Perhaps we could have a cozy cuddle before we sleep; how do you say?"

You smiled warmly, settling onto the couch, your giggling floating in the air, gliding nearer to him. His arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest like a kitty cat, where you could hear his cute heartbeat.

Satoru's touch reveals a warm sensation, a comforting charm entwined with the sweetness of his breath, blending with longing and desire as he leans in closer to you.

He placed a kiss on your head, down to your cheek, rendering your skin with his lips. All of these treatments made you giggle in amusement. He leans in closer, kisses your lips multiple times, biting your lips gently with his, and smiles.

Yet, the aroma he carries wraps around your presence, comforting you to stay with him longer. Your affection for him is beyond the bonds of memory, making you love him even more... than you could remember.

Despite his stressful days, he is trying so hard to dress properly, using the same cologne. A masculine fragrance always lingers in the air—an aroma that becomes your own favorite. You've never asked him about its brand. You left it a mystery.

Your love for him transcends the limits of human understanding.

"Your smell is so good," he teased, kissing your nose, and he continued. "Please stay with me until I get a good night's sleep."

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo

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zweetpea · 4 months

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coming 2024 (hopefully 🥲)

(In an epic trailer voice) You’ve heard the stories

“The princess has been taken away by the dragon!” A villager cried.

You know the tropes.

“Fear not for I will save her.” The handsome knight proclaimed.

But get ready to witness a twist on the timeless classic.

“My fair lady I’m here to rescue you!” The knight yells up to the fair princess as she reads in a turret.

“No thanks!”

“…what?…”

This isn’t your grandma’s fairytale.

“Another one?” The dragon asked.

“Yep.”

It’s the story of a girl who wanted to be left alone.

“Don’t get why they keep coming by. My sister is more than capable tot running the country.”

And a lonely dragon looking for a mate.

“I’m expecting a reward for scaring them off again.” He teased.

“In your dreams.” The princess rolled her eyes.

“A truer statement than you know.” He smirked.

They’ve come together, to get the world off their backs.

“No feeling.” She looked up at him

“No strings attached.” He looks down at her.

So what happens when they fall in love?

He leans down to her height as she leans up to him…

Read to find out!

(This is similar to a story I heard about, but didn’t dig too deeply into. It was about a girl who was living with this dragon who could become human, and it was a romance. If anybody knows what’s web comic or manga I’m talking about please comment the name so I can properly give credit)

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venusiancharisma · 1 month

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Venus in Uttarashadha Nakshatra, Pada 3

Astro-Self Edition...

This is a personal placement... if you like this, I will take reuqests for your own personal placements...

I have been told by countless people I look like Sandra Bullock. there are 2 placements in vedic astrology we have in common and this is one of them.

Appearance: Venus in Capricorn in the 5th house suggests that you may have a classic, elegant, and refined appearance. You may have striking facial features, such as well-defined cheekbones or a strong jawline. Your demeanor may be serious, composed, and dignified, reflecting the influence of Capricorn. You may prefer a sophisticated and timeless fashion sense, opting for quality over trends. Uttarashadha nakshatra is associated with a tall, slender build and a graceful, regal presence.

Love and Relationships: With Venus in the 5th house, love and romance are likely to be central themes in your life. You may have a strong desire for a committed, stable, and enduring partnership. In Capricorn, Venus suggests that you approach relationships with a practical, responsible, and mature mindset. You may be attracted to partners who are ambitious, successful, and reliable. You value loyalty, integrity, and emotional security in your relationships.

However, the placement of Venus in Uttarashadha nakshatra, pada 3, can add some complexity to your love life. Uttarashadha is associated with independence, leadership, and a strong sense of purpose. In pada 3, which is ruled by Saturn, there may be some challenges or delays in finding a suitable partner or achieving stability in relationships. You may have high standards and a fear of vulnerability that can sometimes create barriers to intimacy.

At the same time, this placement suggests that you have a deep capacity for love and devotion. Once you commit to a relationship, you are likely to be a loyal, supportive, and nurturing partner. You may be attracted to partners who share your values, goals, and sense of responsibility. You may also find fulfillment in relationships that have a spiritual or transformative quality, as Uttarashadha is associated with the deeper mysteries of life.

Creativity and Self-Expression: The 5th house is associated with creativity, self-expression, and the pursuit of pleasure. With Venus in this house, you may have a strong artistic or creative streak. You may enjoy expressing yourself through music, dance, theater, or visual arts. In Capricorn, your creative expression may have a practical, disciplined, or professional quality. You may be drawn to art forms that require skill, precision, and mastery.

Uttarashadha nakshatra is associated with leadership, innovation, and the ability to inspire others. You may have a talent for taking creative risks and exploring uncharted territory. Your artistic expression may have a transformative or healing quality, as Uttarashadha is associated with the power of spiritual growth and self-realization.

Other Qualities: Venus in the 5th house in Capricorn can also indicate a strong sense of responsibility and a desire to be a good role model for others. You may have a nurturing, protective quality, especially towards children or those who are vulnerable. You may also have a talent for teaching, mentoring, or guiding others in their creative or personal development.

In Uttarashadha nakshatra, pada 3, you may have a deep connection to your spiritual path or a desire to explore the mysteries of life. You may be drawn to esoteric knowledge, metaphysics, or the occult. You may also have a strong sense of intuition or psychic ability.

However, this placement can also indicate some challenges or obstacles in achieving your goals or expressing your true self. You may struggle with feelings of inadequacy, self-doubt, or a fear of failure. You may also have a tendency to be overly critical or perfectionistic, which can sometimes hold you back from taking risks or pursuing your dreams.

Overall, Venus in the 5th house in Capricorn at 4 degrees in Uttarashadha nakshatra, pada 3, suggests a complex and multifaceted personality. You may be a creative, disciplined, and responsible individual with a strong sense of purpose and a deep capacity for love and devotion. At the same time, you may face challenges in expressing your true self and achieving stability in relationships. By embracing your unique qualities and working through your fears and doubts, you can tap into your full potential and create a life of beauty, meaning, and fulfillment.

#astrology #zodiac #natal chart #sagittarius #love #astro notes #libra #capricorn #astro observations #virgo #uttara ashadha #vedic astro notes #vedic astro observations #vedic astrology #vedic chart #venus signs

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lightwing-s · 1 year

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One bed ;)

(more than one word oops)

a/n: a timeless classic “There’s only one bed, D” you tell your best friend, as you both stand by the door of the skanky motel you found while on the road, annoyed by the fact you drove past a nice inn two hours before the heavy rain killed any chances of you continuing your ride. Turns out that driving with no plan was a stupid idea after all.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor!” he shouted.

“Me neither, gentleman of the year” you replied.

“Hey, it’s cold, and who knows when was the last time they cleaned this carpet”

“Fine” you gave up, noticing stains all over the floor. “We’ll share”

Dick’s excitement weirded you out a bit, fearing whatever it was he was plotting against you. After showering, you found him already in bed, all tucked in, looking all warm and cozy and stretching his arms at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, grabbing your pillow and throwing it to the other side of the bed.

“Ugh, I was expecting some cuddles” he complained.

“No cuddles” you dryly said back, getting under the blankets. “Please don’t kick my face”

“You’re gonna kick my face” he told you between laughs. As you start to drift into sleep, you feel his hands sliding up and down your legs. “Stop cuddling my legs!” you demanded, but he shook his head.

“I told you I wanted cuddles” raising your eyebrow at him in disbelief, you watched his pretty smile stamping his lips as he still stuck to your legs. Defeated, you throw your pillow in his face before moving up to his side.

“Fine!” you said, as his hands immediately wrapped around your waist and his cheeks rested on your shoulder. “But this is totally platonic”

“Totally” . send me a word or prompt and I'll write you a 200 words blurb x

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson blurb #dick grayson imagine

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nordickies · 1 year

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Clothing style swap? 👀 your pick for who with who

This would be such a cute idea to do!... if I had specific outfits for the Nordics. They all dress up in modern attire, mostly in dark and muted colors. But I think Finland and Sweden would have the biggest style difference, for sure.

Also totally unrelated but oh god, I didn't consider the legit height difference between these two until now-

I think Sweden is the most stylish of the group, definitely having an inherent sense of style. He buys high-quality pieces, especially from local brands, and he's very trendy. Everything is very minimalistic and monochrome with a clean design; no crazy patterns. I think Swe is very environmentally conscious these days, so he has a small, versatile, and timeless wardrobe. He dressed up in longer coats, well-fitted pants, and jeans. A classic button-up and a high-quality sweater always work! He's practical with his clothes, and dresses according to weather, but he still wants to make sure the outfit looks good.

Finland on the other hand has no sense of fashion. He doesn't understand trends. He wears graphic t-shirts and hoodies, which are usually too oversized for him. And he likes wearing practical clothes like hiking pants; They're just comfortable to use and perfect for various activities. His closet is just full of functional winter and sports gear. Also, he might dress up in bolder colors or patterns than the rest of the Nordics. All kind of formal wear is just uncomfortable for him, and he fears overdressing for occasions as he wants as little attention to himself as possible.

Norway dresses up for comfort first and foremost. And he avoids color, practically everything besides his folk clothes is black or dark grey. He finds that it's more important to be comfy and practical, so he might dress up very informally in work settings too. It's not unheard of for him to show up in meetings in a regular sweater. This man has a collection of windbreakers, raincoats, quality winter jackets, beanies, and functional shoes. But if he feels particularly stylish, he might throw on a leather jacket. But that's for summertime only and if the weather forecast is clear.

Denmark praises athleisure. He's always going everywhere with a bike anyway, so loose and non-restricting clothes (that are well-fitted) are the key. He wears a lot of layers and always remembers to bring something rainproof. And sneakers, always wearing white dad sneakers. He's quite stylish, even though he doesn't consciously try to be. Also, don't tell Sweden, but Denmark might have stolen one or two clothing pieces from him that he found particularly nice.

Iceland dresses up for practicality. In his words, there is no bad weather, just bad clothes. It's better to bring too much clothing than too little, and you might catch him with a Parka-jacket well into the summer season. Back home, he's not too concerned with his style, but if he's visiting some other place or having guests over, he suddenly gets very conscious of what he'll wear. He fears that he dresses up too "old" at times, but instead, he gets a lot of praise for his clothes. He's probably so late on trends, that his clothes end up becoming fashionably vintage. Sweaters are his favourite, with a nice quality pair of pants and hiking boots, what else do you need?

#hws finland #hws sweden #my art #headcanons

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retrogamingloft · 7 months

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Aim to pop balloons and score points by launching clowns into the air with a teeter-totter. That's how Circus Atari brought a fun and timeless concept - originally created by Exidy - to the world of home system gaming.

Nevertheless, this game goes beyond mere simplicity and challenges your skills and strategic thinking. With a total of five clowns at your disposal, each one counts.

Failing to catch a clown on the teeter-totter results in a comical crash and their swift departure from the playfield. But fear not, as you can quickly introduce a replacement clown by pressing the controller button, launching them from the trampoline located at the playfield's corners. However, a bit of finesse is required to ensure that each new clown lands on an unoccupied part of the teeter-totter, preventing unwanted collisions.

Circus's unique charm lies in its evergreen appeal. Many other companies have attempted to replicate its enchantment by releasing similar games under various monikers. Yet, the Atari version and Clowns on the Vic-20 remain close to my heart as personal favorites.

Again, Despite its straightforward concept, the Atari title offers a surprising level of strategy that keeps you entertained. Time your jumps with precision to position yourself strategically between the rows of balloons. This allows you to maximize your balloon-popping efficiency within the limited timeframe, scoring as many points as possible in just a few seconds.

Additionally, making effective use of the side trampolines is essential. By allowing either clown to land there, you can create a momentary respite from the frantic action when needed, providing a brief pause to regroup from the psychological pressure of preventing the clowns from crashing to the playfield.

And truly, there's a unique satisfaction in skillfully popping the row of red balloons situated above the blue and yellow ones. Not only is it the most challenging row to clear, but the reward includes bonus points and, more importantly, an extra life.

Without a doubt, it's a classic and a game I continue to relish even today.

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Review: "Evil Roots: Killer Tales of the Botanical Gothic"

Authors: Nathaniel Hawthorne, Arthur Conan Doyle, Lucy H. Hooper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, H. G. Wells, Edmond Nolcini, M. R. James, Ambrose Bierce, Howard R. Garis, William Hope Hodgson, Edith Nesbit, H. C. McNeile, Abraham Meritt, Emma Vane

Editor: Daisy Butcher

Date: 03/01/2023

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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I think I ordered this book some time during summer, after I accidentally stumbled upon it on an online bookstore. I love anthologies and I love plants, so this title definitely intrigued me enough to order it. I finally decided to read it around Christmas and finished it during a recent trip, so it's officially my first finished book of the year.

"Evil Roots: Killer Tales of the Botanical Gothic" is an interesting anthology of short horror stories by quite a few well-known authors. From the creator of Sherlock Holmes, to the acclaimed writer of "The Yellow Wallpaper", all the way to the legendary H. G. Wells, this collections features some hidden gems of the late 19th and early 20th century. While the stories are certainly old-school, they could still be regarded as timeless classics and masterful creations.

Most stories revolve around the fascination of the exotic - of unknown plants that are in some way dangerous to humans (or other organisms) and which originate from far away places, like South America. There's mentions of exquisite poisonous flowers, murderous liana, mysterious wisteria, and the weirdest of them all - carnivorous plants.

It is interesting just how much the writers and, by default, the general public were fascinated by exotic flora which, in one way or another, transcended the known laws of nature. Plants were considered sedentary, passive, and at the bottom of the food chain, but as new discoveries were being presented and as more people, professionals and amateurs alike, from the western civilization started their expeditions in new places, society was being introduced with oddities that seemingly didn't follow any established rules. So while the horror in this collection is displayed through various flora, the true horror is derived from the simple fact that humans fear what they cannot understand. One of the most frightening things a person, especially a scientist, can experience is realizing that they will never be able to fully predict nature's capability to adapt and to evolve.

Of course, this theme goes hand in hand with the understanding that it is dangerous altering the natural order of things. While this could also be understood as criticism to the human tendency to play god, there isn't much religious commentary throughout the collection. The stories are centered around ecology, evolution, and biology, highlighting how humans shouldn't meddle with something as powerful as nature - which they will never fully understand, let alone be able to control. Even though the writers do create a feeling of dread through the fear of nature, the horror is actually realized through characters that underestimate its abilities and that have the need to disfigure nature in order to measure their own capabilities.

Furthermore, this collection highlights the uncomfortable fascination western civilization had with other cultures. The urge to study new exotic phenomena on their own accord, to test the limits of human science on something they don't fully understand with little to no regard of the laws of nature and the test subject's true needs, is somewhat perverse. These scientists are conducting experiments in uncontrolled environments, and playing with their test-subjects in order to test their own abilities and knowledge. It is a portrayal of poor research. They're acting out of curiosity with little to no regard of the consequences. It is not their subjects that are evil, for they have been brought up and mistreated in an environment completely unnatural to their habitat, but their tormentor, who butchers them through extreme studies. This is usually evident through a secondary character, most often a colleague, who tries to stop the scientist in their mad experiment before it's too late. The horror is, therefore, found in the abuse executed by the brazen oppressor, not in their vicious, abnormal creations.

The fact that the aforementioned themes barely scratch the surface of all the ideas featured in this collection, prove how layered and compelling all the featured stories are. The editor also did a marvelous job with a lovely foreword and an intriguing introduction to each of the authors and their respective work. Of course, as with every short story collection, not all works are equally strong, but "Evil Roots: Killer Tales of the Botanical Gothic" is still a gorgeous anthology and a noteworthy testament to a relatively overlooked category of horror.

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HOW TO BE A TIMELESS WOMAN

TIMELESS

; eternal; everlasting

adjective. without beginning or end.

In a world filled with never ending trends and unrealistic beauty standards, it can often feel like the beauty goal post is always out of reach. Be it the 90s model thin or the bbl era in the late 2000s, collectively women have been changing their bodies to satisfy the demands of the masculine gaze.

However we would notice that throughout history there are certain women that somehow seem to always be relevant in conversations. Women like Audrey Hepburn, Princess Diana, Eartha Kitt, Carolyn Bessette Kennedy, Cher, Sade, Grace Kelly and so many other iconic women.

Timeless women surpass all beauty standards.

As a timeless, there are certain traits that you possess that go beyond petty, fleeting aesthetics. If you were a bag you’d be a classic Mini Kelly. Simple, elegant yet extremely expensive.

Signs Of A Timeless Woman

1. A Classy Woman Is Timeless -Style & Grace Will Never Be Out Of Fashion.

Insecurity is loud, confidence is quiet. Never the loudest in the room but always noticed. A classy woman never needs to brag or show off.

A wise man once said “behave as if your parents raised you correctly even if they didn’t”

The word "classy" or "elegant” seem to get a bad rep in today’s world. I assume it is due to the conception that these words are for a particular set of people ie. high society.

The truth is class has nothing to do with your economic class but rather your manners. It is about how you choose to present yourself to the world and how you treat the people around you.

simply put, class is showing respect for yourself & others.

What makes a woman classy?

Personal style

High self concept

Manners/Kindness

Communication Skills

Boundaries & Standards

Exclusivity

2. A Self Focused Woman Is A Timeless Woman.

Where attention goes, energy flows.

Learn to focus on yourself.

A woman who minds the business that pays her will always win. You would be surprised at how far ahead of everyone you would be if you could maintain a laser-like focus on your goals in a world where everyone else seems to be distracted and keeping up with everything but themselves.

The key is to train your mind & kill your distractions

Do not let the fear of missing out stop you from becoming your best self.

Common distractions.

1. Social media.

2. Partying.

3. Drinking/Smoking.

4. Bad environment

5. Negative friends

3. An Influential Woman Is A Timeless Woman.

The term "influencer" has been used carelessly ever since social media started gaining popularity.

An influencer doesn’t necessarily need to have 100,000 followers or be a celebrity.

Simply put, an influencer is someone who has the ability to motivate or impact those around them.

A timeless woman has the capacity to create change in people’s lives by her words & actions. This woman goes beyond the materialistic things of the 3D and influences the mind and spirit. People are constantly inspired by her uniqueness & grace.

The best way to influence the world around you is to start with yourself. There is information everywhere. People don't require additional knowledge. They require those who embody it.

If you enjoyed this post, don’t forget to follow & reblog so it could reach more Timeless Women!

xoxo, Vivacious.

#divine feminine #spirituality #inner work #timeless #life coaching #femininity #wellness #self development #high value woman #black girl luxury #self love #manifesting #level up journey #high standards #womanhood #classy woman #style #luxury #feminine journey

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justanotherblonde · 2 months

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it's sasodei week 2024!

i have precisely one thing to contribute, but ffs it's not done yet grr!! maybe we can blame my dog... she demanded i come play with her no less than nine times (i kept track) as i wrote this post (she does this by shouting at me then humping my leg to show me who's boss, sometimes pulling on my sweater sleeve with her sharp li'l teefs, beagles, man, i tell ya...) 🐶

anyway!! here's a TEASER of my Day 3 Band/Rockstar/Idol AU story ahhhhh!!! it's not even titled yet!!!!! i don't even really know what the tags will be! and i haven't had time to make a header image!! 😫

but this i know, oh this i know:

Sasori is first chair cello of the Sunagakure Philharmonic

He has a dirty little secret hobby: listening to metal (among other genres that are definitely not classical)

One of the bands he listens to is called C4

Guess who's the lead singer???

Yes, you guessed it, it's Deidara, singer/song-writer, perhaps much more...

In this AU, everybody lives!! Well... okay fine, Sasori's parents still didn't make it, i'm sorry

But that means two important things: Third Kazekage is alive! And there are a LOT of Uchiha running around.

There's more, a lot more, but you'll have to wait until i steal more minutes and hours from my dog and my work! but i'll give it to ya, come hell or high water! or wildfires, earthquakes, debilitating PM 2.5 ratings, or uh... dare i say... another pandemic??? FEAR NOT!

if you want to wait for the full thing to drop to read, i've left the teaser excerpt below the cut.

a million thanks to @sasodeiweek for hosting this event and encouraging us SasoDei creators to flex our creative muscles! loving all the contributions so far!

and without further ado...

Rehearsal ran circles round Sasori’s ears. The music followed him always, all hours.

Chapter 1

Rehearsal ran circles round Sasori’s ears. The music followed him always, all hours.

The fine, agile fingers of his left hand twitched; his right hand swayed side to side, marking the strokes of his bow. Eyes half-closed, his feet kept time on the pavement as he walked. It was Haydn this week, Cello Concerto No. 1 in C major. A weighty yet familiar responsibility for Sasori, first chair cello of the Sunagakure Philharmonic.

He sighed. Rehearsal had wrapped half an hour ago. He was on his way home, and tomorrow was a rest day. He didn’t need to torture himself like this.

The headphones around his neck were a comforting weight, as friendly and intimate as the straps of his cello case on his shoulders. He flipped them over his ears and dug in his coat pocket for his phone. Scrolling through the saved playlists on his music app, he skipped all of the classical “homework” and went straight for his guilty pleasures: dance-pop, glam-rock, musicals… and heavy metal.

No one at work knew about his low, low tastes.

Well, the Third had known.

Sasori gritted his teeth, biting back unbidden memories. Now he definitely needed to blast his brain clean with some noise.

Something heavy.

Something loud.

Something to transport him far away from the sand-scraped streets of Sunagakure.

His thumb landed on the album he was looking for.

Art is an EXPLOSION by C4. Track 1: “Light It Up.”

From that first haunting guitar chord, the tension Sasori held in his chest and face dispersed. He rode that twisting whine down, down… someplace dark and cool, far beneath the earth. As the barreling drums built to a crescendo, he held his breath—wait for it!—

A million years, through timeless stone I’m damned to walk this path alone This darkness, all I’ve ever known…

The lead singer had a deep, melodic voice. He molded each word of the verse carefully, tenderly, as if he were embarking on a ballad… then WHAM!

Cymbals crashed; the roaring chorus caught the last two notes of an electrifying riff like a surfer hopping a wave:

Light it up! Hey, light it up! Strike a match and light it up! My fuse is short, ’m ready to blow, Crush the ceiling down to the floor!

Not in a million years would Sasori admit out loud to anyone that he listened to C4, especially not now that the public were actually aware of their existence. The metal band had catapulted to fame last year with their single “Burn Down All the Discos,” but Sasori had been listening to them well before that. Three years ago, his music app had recommended him a track from Art is an EXPLOSION—C4’s debut album—based on his eclectic streaming history.

If the first song Sasori had heard by C4 had been anything but “Artist,” he’d probably never have given them a chance: their usual sound was, on the surface, sloppy, and most of the lyrics were childish boasts. “Look at me!” their vocalist seemed to say in every song.

But “Artist” was different. It was, inexplicably, an up-tempo perversion of Vivaldi’s Winter Largo in F Minor, lamenting how hard it was to live for art’s sake when the world ran on money and heroic virtue. Listeners without classical training would be unable to appreciate or likely even identify the subtleties of what had been done with the classical score, but the first time he heard it, Sasori had been riveted. Vivaldi’s rhythmic harpsichord had been replaced with a softly tapped snare drum; a mournful electric guitar carried the melody when it wasn’t sung.

Curiosity piqued, Sasori had investigated the rest of the album, and found similar nods to classical music throughout the tracks, much harder to notice than the adapted Vivaldi, drowned as they were in a thunderstorm of electric guitar and percussion. C4 were more than just a metal band: they experimented with typical traits of the genre and also drew from pop rock, classical music, even musical theatre to create a sound unlike anything Sasori had ever heard. They broke all the rules and they did it with glee.

One day—a rest day—home alone and bored, Sasori had looked up the band online. It surprised him to learn that the lead singer had been only sixteen when the band was formed. That powerful voice certainly didn’t sound like it belonged to a teenager. But the band’s website was light on biographical information, and Sasori hadn’t felt like digging deeper. An overwhelming amount of fan sites and social media accounts had sprung up since “Burn Down All the Discos” and C4’s world tour. Bored as he was that day, Sasori wasn’t about to use his precious free time to obsess over some flash-in-the-pan rock band, especially one fronted by a kid.

And yet, he still listened to them.

“Artist” often competed for the position of most frequently-played song on his app, but only when he was feeling particularly moody.

It crossed his mind that he ought to check if C4 had come out with anything new lately—the app usually sent a message when artists he’d followed released new music. Pausing to wait for a traffic light, he dug for his phone again.

Lo and behold, a new album had dropped not three days ago.

Beauty of a Moment, it was called. The cover art featured the Venus de Milo... mid-explosion.

Sasori chuckled under his breath. “He really does fancy himself an artist, doesn’t he…”

What a fool. Popular music was not art. Rock music was not art. It came and went, but the classics stayed. For centuries. Forever.

It was the one thing Sasori and the Third had always agreed on, despite all of their differences.

Speaking of which…

...

#sasodeiweek2024 #justanotherblonde #sasori #deidara #sasodei #deisaso #sasodeiweek #music AU #band AU #idol AU #rockstar AU

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David Farland’s Writing Tips: One Tip for a Powerful Ending

A few days ago, I was thinking about the endings to stories and what they made me feel. In particular, I was wondering, “What makes a story stick with me? What makes it feel like a classic?”

One author suggested that a great story typically arouses a sense of tragic romance. In other words, love ends badly. I have to admit, there are some great stories that end that way. For example, John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars has two romantically involved teens who fall in love, but one of them dies. Since it is a first-love, it feels doubly tragic.

Of course, it is a retelling of Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliette,” except that it is cancer that holds the two lovers apart instead of a street gang. We see the same kind of emotions being aroused in many other powerful romances, enough so that I’ve heard Nicholas Sparks describe himself as a “tragic-romance” writer.

Let’s face it, if every romance ended in tragedy, I’d be scared sockless to fall in love. There are plenty of stories with “happily-ever-after” fairytale endings, where one hopes that the lovers live practically forever before they die in their sleep.

Yet many of those seem rather weak when compared to stories that have a stronger bite.

So this makes me wonder: what about non-romances? Let’s take a genre like horror. Do we need to have tragedy mixed with our horror to make it work? I don’t think so. Watching a world get irredeemably trashed doesn’t work.

Probably my all-time favorite horror film was “Alien.” At the end, I felt a strong sense of triumph along with creeping menace.

A few nights ago, I watched “Django” for the first time, a show where a black bounty hunter shoots up the south back in the 1800s, and we as an audience cheer giddily as he tries to “kill all the white folks in the south.” I found myself smiling over some of the better jokes in that one for two days.

I could go on, but I began to see a pattern. With stories that affected me the most, I noticed that they almost always arouse dual emotions.

Aristotle suggested that those two emotions be pity and fear. Pity for the protagonist bound to a horrible fate, and fear that “but for the grace of god, there go I.” Those are powerful together, I suppose, but off the top of my head, I can’t think of a tale that I love that arouse those emotions.

What I do think I see though is a pattern: the best tales tend to arouse two emotions at once. In Lord of the Rings, as Frodo leaves the Shire forever and goes to live in the Gray Havens, there is a strong sense of triumph, that something good has been accomplished, along with a sense of loss, for Frodo has not won the Shire for himself.

I could go on all day, but I think that perhaps you see where I’m heading. If you’re hoping to write a timeless story, pick the primary emotion that you want to arouse—wonder, fear, love, redemption—but then see if you can somehow meld it to an unexpected secondary emotion.

For more on David Farland's Writing tips, visit https://mystorydoctor.com/writing-blog/

And you can also click here to get your David Farland Daily Meditations.

#writing help #writing tips #writing advice #writing tips and tricks #author

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monstersinthecosmos · 4 months

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listening to your marius playlist without paying attention to the lyrics is a fabulous experience, because marius made up of tunes instead of words for once is incredibly sexy

yes!! YES!!!! You get me!!!!!!!!!

idk if it's because I'm nerdy about music or grew up listening to incoherent screamy metal & like, Rammstein, who I couldn't understand, but vocals to me are just like another instrument, and if the lyrics fit that's cool and all but it's not a priority to me. I also tend to gravitate towards like dreamy proggy folky black metally stuff that's so invested in talking about mysticism and the cosmos and the bleak dark winter that like, the lyrics are often so amorphous anyway! Like I can't make a character fit into a random song about breaking up with your girlfriend but I can make Opeth lyrics about anyone :)

Caked in the soil beneath Fear me when we meet Turn away in admiration My firm grip round the nucleus of joy

😏 anyway hjsdkglasd yes

Criteria for Marius Playlist

Brooding ancient noises that give us God of the Grove PTSD

Angst that feels so bone-deep and existential that my chest hurts

Patient slow melodies that sound like we're mourning

Nice long proggy songs that you can really sit with

Am I more frightened or more sad idk

Does it evoke the Sinister Eroticism?

Does it remind me of an eternity of nights?

Is it about glittery blackness and bleak cold winters?

But also hot fires and warm beds? The color red?

Can it be arguably timeless if we do not nerd out hard enough on neofolk & black metal trends in the last 30 years? Does it transcend time the way classical music does, even if it's still in its early life?

marius hot ?

is it a fuckin vibe?

-- Marius-Appropriate lyrics are a bonus but not necessary.

#vampire music #:D

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artist-issues · 1 year

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Okay, hey, I have something to say about Avatar. Because the haters love to talk about how nobody’s talking about it. But do you know why nobody’s talking about it? It’s not because it’s a flop. It’s not because it’s predictable, or lazy, or nobody cared, or anything like that.

Nobody’s talking about it because Avatar 2: The Way of Water is (beyond all the hype and the Disney and the animation pioneering and the meme of it all) a good, old-fashioned story about classic family roles. And we’ve lost the ability to let that impact us.

We’re more interested in movies about family that glorify our Teen Angst when we’re pushing 30 years old. Give us Encanto, where the parents aren’t doing enough and the Grandma is the villain and the children are martyrs of the older generation. Give us Stranger Things, where the adults are either evil or straight-up useless, but the kids have more insight into reality. That’s what we crave. A story that strokes our egos and reminds us that our parents were wrong about us. Doesn’t matter about what, exactly, but yeah, the parents are the dummies and the kids are the saviors.

We have no taste buds cultivated for a movie like Avatar 2, where the Dad and Mom just spend the entire movie learning what protection really means. We have no taste buds cultivated for a film where, yes, the kids are innovators and save parts of the day, but they also get into incredible danger thanks to disobedience, and one of them even dies because that is what happens when you’re a kid and you try to be an adult in a war zone. I mean, gosh, please name me another film in 2022 that was as big and bold about A Father’s Job as Avatar 2: The Way of Water. Our culture doesn’t even want to say “father” anymore, because that would imply that male leaders of a family are actually something that should exist. But Avatar 2: The Way of Water really just said “A father’s role is to protect. That doesn’t mean saving my family by running from trouble.”

Jake goes from making decisions out of fear for his family to trusting in a higher power and leading his family in protecting their home. Proactively, not reactively. Now, let me be clear, I hate that the higher power is a mashed-up ripoff of various religions, most prominently slapping the rearranged letters of God’s holy name on an amalgamation of Hindu and New Age ideology. And I’m very not cool with the messianic birth trope. But truly, that’s a subject for another time.

Right now, the point I’m making is, you can hate on Avatar 2: The Way of Water for not making a social media splash all you want. But the truth is, the film was made by real, solid filmmakers who have been writing screenplays for things like Armageddon and Titanic. They’re not some hyper-woke scrubs. They know what they’re doing.

We’ve just lost the ability to talk about stories that are built on traditional values. Avatar 2: The Way of Water isn’t making a splash on social media, not because it wasn’t good, but because the only things that make a splash on social media these days are woke, controversial, political, or pandering. Timeless tales about a family learning to come of age in adversity with the father leading just don’t hit the spot anymore.

#it may have been tree huggery and written like a 1980s comic strip #but it was still good food #when you ate the cookie and spat out the raisin-shaped stabs at pagan spirituality #avatar 2: the way of water #avatar #jake sully #neytiri #pandora #way of water #a2wow #blue people #na’vi #quaritch #spider #kiri #grace augustine #sigourni weaver

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flyingfluse · 6 months

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AZIRAPHALE SONG

Did anyone ask me to write a song about Aziraphale? Nope. Did I feel the undying need to spend every free second of the last two months doing it anyway, loosing my sanity in the process? Absolutely. So here are the lyrics for Aziraphale Alone, a 8-9 minute classical music/musical inspired soliloquy of our favorite angel, diving into his brilliant and confused brain after the season 2 finale. Enjoy!

(note: I plan on posting a version that is less explicitly romantic, especially without a certain section in this song, for people who view their love as ace and don’t feel comfortable reading their ship in this light)

Aziraphale Alone

Heaven. Aziraphale is alone, lonely, exhausted. And a bit annoyed.

Endless white, so blank, so bright.

This place is unbearably dull.

No colours, no smells, no ringing bell

As the door opens to the shop of Mr. Fell.

No vintage wine, no books, no Sondheim!

No trace of humour or wits.

No Sundays in Parks, no clever remarks

And no dinners at the Ritz.

Aziraphale fondly remembers his time on earth with a certain someone.

At night my heart's turned into rivers of ink,

When there was magic in the air.

And in the blink of an eye I would sink

Into the depths of a warm yellow glare

Building a home, fragile yet quaint

With a good fortune to share

A place with the pleasure of no self-restraint

Where stars are made in the most fervid of flares.

Our timeless dance is enchanting the shop

No miracle could compare.

(reluctant) Then the music stopped. The curtain dropped.

(woeful) And no nightingale sang in Berkeley -.

(Composing himself) You and I have spent millennia working on opposite sites.

And truly I as a dutiful angel was meant to resent and despise

The foul fiend demon Crowley supposedly one of the worst of his kind,

But the meanest, most hurtful deed you ever did was uttering those lines.

Music picks ups speed. Choir joins in as well as the full orchestra.

(getting more and more irritated) How could you dare to simply declare

the absence of our song?

When I was right there, one half of the pair,

of the us you claimed you long to be!

But apparently so

there's so much I don't know!

As if I hadn't learnt a thing

seeing how they burnt your wings,

casting you down below!

I may seem naive, but there's one thing I now understand

That we can't achieve peace, when our castle is made of sand.

Our lovely reprieve has finally come to an end!

For there will be another storm we can't take cover from.

We must act now there's no time for laments!

And there was a solution how we could reduce any

risk of losing what matters most,

So then how could you choose to leave me and refuse

the chance we could have used to finally depose

The faulty regime, heaven's design

is flawed, I know, I am not blind!

That's why we need to find a way to make it right

For heaven's the root of truth, goodness in light.

Still certainly better than the other side!

There may be exemptions to the rule,

But hell is still callous cold and cruel

With torment and torture as daily routines.

Do you think I haven't seen

How you have suffered all these years?

How you have struggled to fight the fear,

That's lingering in your eyes, when you try to hide

your kindness behind a shady guise.

You say you're not nice, a demon who's wily

Wicked, vicious, who always lies.

You can fool everyone and yourself,

But I know your goodness far too well.

Your heart and decency break quietly, secretly

straight through the ceiling of what is allowed!

You act when something‘s wrong, knowing you could be gone

right when the graveyard yawns and hell breathes out.

(Softly) Can you blame me for wanting to see

You smile like you did back then,

When stars filled your eyes with wonder and glee.

I just want you to be that happy again.

You‘ve grown so gloomy, weary and tired.

So I tried to bring you the sun,

(hurt) But you‘ve clarified that‘s not what you desire.

I don‘t even know why I’m stunned,

I guess I was the silly one.

He remembers what followed after their argument.

But then you pulled me in, caught me by surprise,

Warning sirens were howling above.

But shock and confusion would quickly subside.

One glorious moment it all wore off.

One ardent touch and the world fell away

And with it the looming and intricate veil

Of pretence, apprehension, prejudice and pride,

I get lost in indulgence that we’ve been denied.

My hands wander up as my thoughts wander down.

The taste of your tempting lips lets me drown

Deep in your divine, deserving embrace,

Your sweet velvet wine, I could drink it for days.

A ravenous craving I’ve tried to control

To selfishly savour your body and soul.

The music crescendos, getting faster and faster.

Oh how I wish we could just run

Away and paint our own shade of grey.

A fervent mix of blue and red,

Two parts of a painting that finally connect.

You take the wheel, full speed ahead,

Home, to a place where we will forget

The watchful eyes and silent threats

and at last-

Stop!

You‘re going too fast.

(Broken)

Endless white, it shines so brightly through the open blinds.

I shakily stand on this earth we were send to and

can't understand just what I should do.

These quarrelsome queries that I've grown so wary of

haunting my mind like ghosts in a tomb.

How to follow my heart with the song of the lark

bringing back bitter sweetness I‘ve tried to discard?

I just try to be good.

I need to be good.

Why is that so incredibly hard?

And maybe I’m where the problem lies, a

pathetic excuse for an angel for sure,

Destined to fail, disloyal, a liar,

Too soft, too scared and too insecure.

(Overcome with love) But you‘ve made a change, you helped me see

That I am worth the effort of

Risking paperwork to save me from quandaries,

That me being there is more than enough.

You‘re so much kinder than everyone else,

So how come that you are the one who fell?

Even though I have been also defying them,

so terrified of losing her love.

Can’t tell, what’s right or wrong, now that you're truly gone,

how can I move along in the above?

Still, my faith in god stand, I know she’s got a plan

So ineffable even to those who attempt

To end life here on earth, erase progress and mirth

It just can’t be true that all this was meant to be!

(He stops. Shocked. Scared.)

(slowly) Asking questions that’s how it starts,

First the fall, then falling apart.

Can it be that it’s hell I am running towards?

But maybe just maybe her divine intent

has always been for me to thwart!

(With growing conviction) God can’t be where the problem lies,

But there’s a blaze scorching the management board.

It’s said that you must fight fire with fire,

And I was the one given the flaming sword!

I can’t just turn my back and run,

I’ll get that book, take out my gun,

Won’t shoot past the ear, but aim for the head,

a moral argument they won’t forget!

I will make a change. I will make them see

We don’t need more floods but simply a dove!

Don’t they know heaven’s supposed to be

A place of kindness and love?

And you, my dear, left me no choice

But to walk this path alone

Like water off ducks, this picture of us,

Slid right through my fingers, turning to dust.

I left my home, lost all I loved

Though one thing I couldn‘t stand

Even if nothing lasts forever

I cannot lose my best friend!

You’ve rescued me so many times,

all part of our little dance.

And now that the music has picked up its pace

it’s my turn to take a stance!

I get it now! You won‘t come back,

but I won’t wait till they attack!

Got some things to suggest,

This time I won‘t stand still!

I’m a guardian angel and protect this world I will!

(Quieter, gentler, but with equal resolve)

Protect my world, I will.

#I originally planned a 4 minute piece #but anything less than what I’ve written felt like it wouldn’t have done justice to Mr. “Let-me-start-at-the-VERY-beginning”#I will eventually make a recording #but this will most likely include a full blown orchestra and choir and I don’t have the time for all that atm #I just couldn’t resist sharing it any longer #this series has taken over my life #thank you Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen for inspiring me to write this #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #the final fifteen #do it again #good omens meta #character song #good omens song #good omens poem #good omens art #good omens music

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coralie-silverthorn · 10 months

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Introducing

I'm putting my little baby out here... please be kind... please also ignore that the image isn't exact to her description. I could not for the life of me get MJ to get it right and I spent a good chunk of the last few hours trying.

Coralie Silverthorn

First name: Coralie Germaine

Middle name: Geneviève

Last name: Silverthorn

Aliases:

远圆 (Yuanyuan): Her Chinese given name, written as 远圆, which means "far-reaching" and "complete" in Chinese

Lang: Her Filipino nickname, meaning "love" or "my love"; usually only used by family

JamJam: Filipino nickname, also used by friends who are non-Chinese speakers

Germaine Colette: The name she goes by when with her French relatives

Birthdate: July 7, 1875

House: Slytherin

Physical Appearance:

Long, straight black hair that flows gracefully down to her waist

Mahogany eyes with a touch of mystery and intensity

Lean and lithe physique, exuding both strength and grace

Striking beauty, with features that seamlessly fuse her quarter French lineage with Asian and Spanish ancestry

Sense of fashion that is classic, timeless, and effortlessly put together

Height: 5'4"

Personality Traits:

Emotionally resilient, self-aware, and strong-willed

Prideful, determined, and independent with unwavering resolve

Intelligent, analytical, and a natural problem solver

Fiercely loyal, caring, and forward-thinking

Demure, stoic, and savagely blunt

Oblivious flirt with difficulty accepting compliments

Intelligent, witty, and sometimes sarcastic

Not afraid to experiment to find answers

No patience for stupidity

Erudite and respectful

Bold, vibrant, and energetic in interactions

Fear of vulnerability and desire for emotional control

Elusive: Possesses a knack for remaining elusive and evading whomever she doesn't want finding her.

Guards her inner world closely, revealing only glimpses of her true self to those she trusts

Mischievous Nature

Background and Ambitions:

Mixed heritage: Quarter French with Asian and Spanish ancestry

Raised with a noblesse oblige mentality

Ambitious and goal-oriented, striving for success and a lasting impact on the wizarding world via anything to do with healing.

Skills and Talents:

Talented singer, with a natural gift inherited from her Filipino heritage

Melodious and captivating voice, impressing listeners with its enchanting beauty

Skilled in the martial art of Kali, able to turn anything into a weapon

Elusiveness: Possesses a knack for remaining elusive and evading detection

Interests and Traits:

Perfectionist with organizational skills and attention to detail

Openness to new experiences, taking risks, and venturing into uncharted territories

Navigates power dynamics with calculated precision

Craves connection, understanding, and a sense of belonging beyond her heritage

Wand:

Wood: Ebony - Ebony is a dense and dark wood known for its strength and durability. It symbolizes power and protection. Ebony wands are often favored by those with strong determination and unwavering resolve.

Cores: Basilisk Scale and Dragon Heartstring - The combination of Basilisk Scale and Dragon Heartstring as wand cores represents a unique blend of power and ancient magic. Basilisk scales are known for their potent and protective properties, while dragon heartstrings signify strength and courage. Together, these cores create a wand that is formidable and versatile.

Length: 11 ¾ inches - The length of 11 ¾ inches indicates a wand that is well-balanced and suited for a variety of magical tasks. It suggests that Coralie has a good control over her magic and can adapt to different situations with ease.

Flexibility: Slightly Springy - The slightly springy flexibility suggests that Coralie's wand has a subtle resilience. It responds well to her magic, providing a touch of adaptability and versatility in spellcasting.

Languages:

Fluent in English and French

Knowledge of Spanish and Phokkien and Hokaglish (Filipino dialect)

#hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy #CGGS #hogwarts legacy characters #silverthorn au

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