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The Absorbent Nature of Venus: An Astrological Exploration
I was inspired to make this post when I saw pictures of Bella Hadid with her new boyfriend, Adan Banuelos.
For context, Adan is a professional cowboy and Bella Hadid used to be an equestrian (she trained for the Olympics back in the day). Bella's new pictures (after a long absence from social media) feature her in all her horse girl glory. But I couldn't help but notice how Bella has a tendency to morph into her boyfriend(s).
This is not to say that she adopts a persona that is entirely alien to her, but more so that she channels one aspect of her personality and lets it take centre stage. With Adan, she is the laid-back horse girl, channelling the side of her that grew up on a farm in Santa Barbara riding horses.
Prior to this, she was dating Marc Kalman who is an art director. Idk how many of you are familiar with those "pov : you're talking to an art director at a party" reels/shorts/tiktoks but Marc fits that bill to a tee. He's the edgy, weird alternative androgynous guy and in the 2 years that Bella was with him, she morphed into a caricature of him almost.
her y2k style had a huge impact on fashion trends/pop culture but it soon kind of became a parody, as it seems a bit over the top to be wearing 25 things that do not belong together.
There was also a drastic shift in Bella's public image; she was more earnest & open; this period also saw her at her fashion nerdiest as she openly spoke about her love of finding and collecting "vintage" designer pieces from the 90s and 2000s. He was the weird edgy art director, she was the weird edgy art kid.
The only other man she dated publicly before Marc was The Weeknd and if you look at her style/persona from this period, you can see a tendency to opt for darker, grungier aesthetics. She herself has called this her "sexbot" era.
Its crazy but almost every picture of the two of them together feature both of them wearing black😂😂
This brings me to what I hope to discuss today, which is the absorbent nature of Venus.
Bella Hadid is Purvaphalguni Moon & Rising and is a Venusian. Venus is the planet of beauty, harmony, love, creativity etc. Venus exalts in Pisces ("exaltation"= it functions at its best). Pisces being a watery sign and the final sign of the zodiac is very telling in this context. Pisces is the culmination of the zodiac and contains the qualities of every preceding sign (this is why they're so chaotic lol, they have too much going on) and in water, which is where life originated, everything is at home. Pisces thus has the unique ability to find beauty in everything; water signs are known for their empathy, intuition and psychic abilities, this is because water holds the qualities of everything within it. Scientists have purported about "water memory" and water's ability to remember is linked to its natives high sensitivity, more than literal memory, its a kind of cosmic memory or inner knowing that I refer to in this context. Pisces natives tend to report psychic abilities more than any other sign in my observation and to be psychic/clairvoyant/clairsentient/claircognizant/ clairaudient is essentially to have a higher degree of empathy/sensitivity than most people. Although in some cases it may apply to tropical Pisces natives, what I'm speaking of here primarily applies to Sidereal Pisces natives.
Its easy to see how water absorbs information and retains memory but we must ponder upon why Venus, the planet of love, beauty etc exalts in a water sign and why so, in Pisces specifically. Pisces' all consuming all absorbent nature is the essential or true nature of love, beauty & harmony, to absorb, hold and possess all that there is and all that there will be, without trying to restrict it or limit it (water has no shape or form, it takes the form of whatever its poured into, pointing to the adaptability of these natives to get along with anyone or belong anywhere). Understanding love as devotion means allowing yourself to be consumed by it, it borders on religious fervour because you're losing all sense of yourself and giving your all. Its to give until you yourself are lost in it, with no sense of boundary between you & God or you and your lover (Sufi poetry extols this).
Only someone who has the ability to have this kind of all encompassing, profound divine kind of love for others, for creation, for source has the ability to connect to the ether and make art. there is a reason why the most spiritual art often tends to be abstract, there is much that cannot be expressed logically or in a straightforward way. much can be said without using language or words, some things are understood in a far more abstract way, its understood by the senses, by the subconscious, not the rational, thinking mind.
Beauty then, is the ability to perceive beyond the surface, there is nothing shallow or superficial about it, it is to understand the sum or whole of something, its essence, its core and understand its value and why its separate from the rest. True beauty then is rare but there is immense beauty all around us. Both these things are true. This is the true nature of Venus which is also the planet of refinement, it sees value in things that are unpolished, raw and original wholly but also in what is practiced, deliberate and refined. Venus is a planet of immense contradictions as the themes associated with the planet itself are contradictory in nature. To know or experience love, beauty, creativity etc one must also be well acquainted with its opposite. There's no middle ground and there's nothing lukewarm, you have to go all in. To understand and appreciate beauty truly, one must face brutal ugliness, to know the nature of creativity or to access it, you must first experience the lack of it. Its out of nothingness that things manifest but this means nothingness must first be experienced.
Sorry to have gone off on a tangent (me with everything I post lol) but its important to understand the nature of Venus in this specific context because its not the other attributes that makes Venus so absorbent of others influence. Its such a creative energy for the same reason, it absorbs and is influenced by absolutely everything. However, it can be hard for Venusian natives to feel as though they have a strong sense of self.
Granted that the "self" is an illusory concept and we are all an amalgam of numerous influences (people, places, culture, literature etc), Venusian natives are more susceptible to lacking true individuality since they absorb projections far too easily. This is also why Venusians are so highly desirable. You can always tell when someone's Venusian or has an exalted Venus, they are projected onto HEAVILY by others, but by having desire projected onto them, they become more desirable. We fall in love with the reflections we see in others and dislike those who project our shadows (this is literally a Jungian concept, v fascinating pls look it up). Venus inspires others to project unattainability, mystery, romance, beauty and desire and the more they see it, the more it manifests.
However this has its pitfalls. Without solid grounding, Venusians turn into chameleons who are constantly morphing into their environment; they are known for their hospitality and pleasing demeanour because of their innate ability to pick up on these cues and behave accordingly. Bella Hadid herself is self admittedly a "people pleaser" (Venusian natives struggle with this a lot).
What does it mean to not have a solid sense of self and constantly be serving as a mirror to others?
We see Bella's shifting style/demeanour/persona with every boyfriend. There is rather embarrassing clip of her speaking with a French accent (juxtaposed against an old clip of her using AAVE). Venusians are more prone to picking up accents/emulating the behaviour of those around them.
The Venusian tendency to absorb can extend to picking up accents, mannerisms, style, self-presentation, persona etc it can sometimes be very superficial but in some cases natives immerse themselves in it so deeply than they live their lives under the guise of a pseudo persona borrowed from someone else.
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This video of Bella is a good example. If you've watched her in other videos you'll know that she does not usually speak/present herself this way. If you watch this video of Carla Bruni also discussing her iconic looks (it came out in the same year 2021, several months before Bella did hers) you can see how Bella is emulating Carla in her video.
Now its quite well known that Bella Hadid "copied" Carla Bruni's face through plastic surgery. This is what I mean by some Venusian natives taking the absorption thing too far. We imitate the things we want to embody/what we're inspired by, Venus is a planet of constant refinement/self improvement, while its good to be inspired by people we look up to, it does not bode well for one to embody them completely, stripping yourself of your own identity. This is also why Venus in 12h (Pisces) is said to be illusory. Its hard for these natives to discern what love really is, since their natural inclination is to simply embrace things at face value. This is why they are susceptible to abusive and toxic relationships, simply because they are blinded by their own loving nature and cannot see the faults in their lovers even when its plainly obvious to others (think Bella & The Weeknd).
Let us look at Miss Ariana Grande. She has Mars in Bharani atmakaraka.
Ariana has gone from baby voiced teen star to blackfishing r&b singer to vaguely asian looking in the span of her career.
She's also changed her voice, speaking style & mannerisms MANY times.
I don't think enough people talk about how Miss Grande essentially stole Victoria Monet's mannerisms, voice tone, speaking style etc
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Ariana essentially emulated this woman and that was her at the peak of her career. She's to Ariana what Carla Bruni is to Bella.
Its really unfortunate that Ariana changes races every few years like they're a passing fad and this is a really unfortunate manifestation of her Venusian influence.
Her Venusian influence is also really obvious in her music, especially her Bharani Mars because her music is very sensual but also straight up crass and horny, there's also a tendency for her to use revenge-y themes (break up with your gf im bored?? yes, and??)
Claire Nakti had spoken about how this purple blue-y iridescent esque lighting is very Venusian and consistently used in films by Venus natives. I found this true of Ariana's stage sets/design when she's on tour.
god is a woman is a very Venusian coded song/music video, from the colour palette to the Yonic imagery at display.
Brad Pitt is a male Bella Hadid in the sense that he has a tendency to morph into his girlfriends. He went from Cali stoner surfer guy when married to Jennifer to humanitarian serious filmmaker when he was with Angelina. He likes to switch up his persona based on his partner at the moment. He has a Purvashada Stellium (Mercury, Mars & Ketu)
Johnny Depp is known for his broadly European/British accent despite the fact that he's from Kentucky/Florida. He's a Purvashada Moon
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Madonna is another celebrity who is notorious for her fake accent. She lived in England briefly after marrying the British director Guy Ritchie and spoke with a British accent.
Many have accused Madonna of being a wannabe Angelina Jolie when she started to focus on humanitarian work & adopted several children in the mid 2000s. She is a Purvaphalguni Moon and Rising.
Camille Rowe (Purvashada stellium; sun, mercury and saturn) is often accused of having a fake French accent as she mostly grew up in America.
Hilaria Baldwin (Purvashada sun) is infamous for pretending to be Spanish, speaking with a fake Spanish accent and giving her numerous children Spanish names despite the fact that she's a plain old white woman.
Austin Butler is by now infamous for speaking like Elvis (he's now working with a coach to lose his Elvis accent lmao), he has Mars in Purvaphalguni as his amatyakaraka.
Lindsay Lohan (Bharani Moon, Mars in Purvashada amatyakaraka) has also switched accents and often spoke with an Arabic accent and has had an on & off relationship with Islam. Its unclear whether she's still practicing the faith but at one point she did convert. I do not mean to ridicule someone's faith or use it as an example of Venusian persona switching but a lot of Hollywood celebrities have a tendency to experiment with Eastern religions/traditions/culture like its some trend or fad and drop it when they lose interest. I do not have enough information to make a clear judgement but LiLo has had an unstable public image to say the least. I sincerely hope she is peaceful and safe.
John Malkovich is another celebrity who passes off as a European even though he's from mid-western America. He has a hard to place accent. He is Purvaphalguni Rising
Aishwarya Rai is known in India for being fake or "plastic" (I'm Indian) she has an unnatural non-Indian accent despite the fact that she's lived in India her whole life. She is a Purvashada Moon.
Numerous celebrities whose public image/persona is incongruent or at odds with their real personality also tend to have major Venus influence in their chart.
Charlie Chaplin is the father of slapstick comedy and is very well known by the persona he created for himself but irl he has been described as "sadistic" (by Marlon Brando and others) and he's known to have been a terrible person all over (multiple teen wives, abusive to his children among other things). He has Bharani Venus conjunct Mars and Jupiter in Purvashada conjunct Ketu
Elisabeth Moss is known for having played several iconic feminist characters but irl she's a scientologist. She has Ketu in Purvashada
This absorptive quality of Venus can also manifest positively. Meryl Streep, Bharani Moon is known for her uncanny ability to do just about any accent and completely blend into her character.
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I will add more examples as I find them but for now this is it!! If you think of any others do let me know!!<33
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Kaz Brekker Headcanons
Cat entering her hc era thanks to my maid of honor @x-liv25 . Please go read her TIG headcanons!
MASTERLIST
Kaz once said "you shouldn't make friends with crows," "why not?" "they don't have any manners." I headcanon that he tried to feed a crow and actually be nice to it but it bit him so now he forever holds the grudge
He has a stack of makeup in his desk drawer in case he needs to change his face up a bit for a job and he's excellent at it
At some point, when he was still struggling with finding a job after Jordie's death, he stole someone's purse and found bronzer/contour that he used to draw himself abs to look strong and "hirable".
He doesn't mind touching animals without his gloves
He realized that when he tried to save an abandoned kitten in the rain when he was younger
He felt bad for it because it reminded him of him and Jordie
He saw it as a debt-ish to Jordie to save the kitten
It once brought Kaz a mouse as a gift and Kaz genuinely appreciated the gesture
Kaz POV: "What a distinguished gentleman who knows I'm worthy of great gifts and appreciation"
Kaz knew he couldn't really keep a cat in his line of work, it'd be a weakness, so when it was old enough, he snuck it into Pekka's office and watched the vicious little feline tear Pekka's stuff to shreds
"A cat after my own heart"
When Kaz got the Dregs tattoo, he didn't want the artist to touch him, so he tattooed the logo himself. It was a bit shaky but then he hired a Tailor to fix the edges without touching him
Alternative solution to the bad edges: He fixes them up with stolen foundation whenever he isn't wearing long sleeves or something that would cover it up.
They day he first saw Inej and she snuck up on him, he had a panic attack but hid it well
At this point in his life, he was used to being in control, to knowing everything. Having Inej sneak up on him (and knowing that she could have potentially killed him without him having time to retaliate had she been trained) freaked him out. He felt weak, Kaz Rietveld again.
Kaz spends half an hour every other day locked in his office without his gloves, lathering his hands in hand cream.
Whenever he'd grab someone by the collar or any form of violence with contact, the last thing the victim could think about is why his hands smell nice. Nobody ever lived to tell the tale.
He's a sucker for a good chocolate cake.
He absolutely HATES ice cream. It makes too much of a sticky gooey mess for him.
He also probably has a sensitive throat so he doesn't really eat cold/frozen stuff or drinks
Once he made a deal with Nina which resulted in him going to a café to buy her a pumpkin spice latte. Once he sniffed Nina's, he quickly bought another one for himself and chugged it before he could get back. Obviously he did that in a dark alleyway so that nobody could see him and use it as blackmail.
Once he used (obviously stolen) paint to decorate his very own set of cards.
He then made another elaborate plan of his and managed to auction them off for a grotesque amount of kruge.
Probably forged DeKappel's signature on the back of each with perfect precision
For those that forgot, DeKappel is some famous painter in the series. Kaz stole a DeKappel oil painting from Van Eck.
Help I didn't realize how fun HCs were, I could make a thousand of these
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Period Problems {Shinichiro}
A/n: I am back in my Shinichiro era y'all!!!!! Anyways, I wrote this purely because like so many women I too have painful periods (a little too painfully for my liking) so just in case someone wants some comfort, hopefully you will like this.
Pairings: Shinichiro Sano x fem!reader
Genre: comfort
Tw: periods, period pain
Living in the Sano household was peaceful. At least for those who had become immune to the constant banter between the siblings. Other than that, there were no problems.
But no, there was a problem. A huge one at that.
“Are you okay, babe?” Shinichiro mumbled against your neck, his hand going from your waist to your stomach. You couldn't even remember how many times you had changed positions that night because of the crumps.
“Don’t.” You winced in pain, quickly removing his hand. In a matter of seconds, Shinichiro stood up and reached out to light the lamp on his nightstand. Realising that his sensitive ass wouldn't let this go, you turned on your back.
“What’s going on?” You could practically hear how worried he was even though you couldn’t move a single inch to look at him. The pain was too much. But what were you supposed to tell him? Hey, Shin, my period is most probably here and for the rest of the day I will be sitting in a foetal position crying my eyes out because of the pain? Absolutely not!
The thing was that as far as you knew, they had no pads in the house since you had only moved in fairly recently, with the only pad being the one in your bag. And there was a huge possibility that other than grandpa and perhaps Shinichiro, the kids knew nothing about periods.
“Babe?”
“I suppose there is no escape… Shin, I am on my period.”
Silence followed your sentence and you couldn’t tell whether the trembling of your hands was because of the pain or because of the anxiety. You didn’t even want to try and think what Shinichiro might have been thinking at that moment.
“I don’t think we have pads but I can go to a convenience store and buy some. But we for sure have painkillers. I’ll… are you listening, angel?”
You found the courage to lift your gaze and meet Shinichiro’s eyes. “Eh?”
“You are pale.”
“The pain is too much Shin.”
“I’ll bring the painkillers.” He mumbled to himself and immediately stood up, practically running out of the room. He returned seconds later with a glass of water and the bottle with the painkillers. He handed them to you and sat back down at the edge of the bed next to you. “Should I go buy pads? Do you have some here? Do you want me to bring you a change of clothes, carry you to the bathroom?”
“I…” You never finished my sentence. Standing up, slowly, you walked towards your bag. You took the pad out and headed to the closet before grabbing a clean underwear. If you were lucky enough, your pyjama pants would be fine.
If it weren't for the excruciating pain, you would have sworn you fell asleep in the bathroom while sitting on the toilet -because free bleeding took some of the pain away. By the time you went back to the room Shinichiro was removing his jacket, placing it on the closet. You stayed there for a while, looking at him looking back at you until the sharp pain on your stomach returned.
The expression on Shinichiro’s face will forever remain engraved in your head. He was shocked and terrified at the same time. You could tell he had no idea what to do. He made a move to take your hand but quickly regretted it when he saw you walking back to the now cold bed.
“I bought you pads. I didn’t know which ones you used so I bought the ones my mother used to buy… are you okay?” He rushed to your side as soon as you reached the bed ready to cover you with the blanket.
“I am the one in pain and you are the one crying?” You tried to laugh upon seeing the tears threatening to leave his eyes but the pain was too much to even speak.
“I am not crying.” Shinichiro rolled his eyes, wiping out the tears with the back of his hand. He had kneeled next to the bed, still wearing the clothes he had worn to go out. “Is it always like this?” You nodded in response. It was true; your period cramps would always get the best of you. Many have been the times when you had wished you could just rip your reproductive organs out and never look back. “Tell me what you want, I’ll do anything!”
“Shin, come back here for fuck’s sake.” You saw him nodding, almost aggressively. He quickly undressed himself and got under the covers. “Thank you for the pads.” You whispered and turned around as slowly as possible before burying your face in his bare chest.
“Can I?” You knew exactly what and why he was asking. You nodded and right when the cramps began to finally stop due to the painkiller, Shinichiro wrapped his hands around you.
You fell back asleep almost immediately though when you woke up it felt as if you hadn’t slept at all. Waking up a few seconds before Emma left the room, you heard Shin whispering something to her but you couldn’t make out the words.
“Good morning.” You mumbled. Thankfully your period cramps had stopped for the time being yet that didn’t keep you from snuggling closer to Shinichiro.
“How are you feeling?” His voice wasn’t as raspy as it usually was in the mornings and that made you a litle suspicious.
“A bit better. How long have you been awake?”
“I didn’t sleep…” You pushed myself away and sat on the bed. Looking down at Shinichiro felt odd. Indeed, he didn’t look like he had slept again and yet he was just laying there as if what he had done was the most natural thing in the world.
“Why?”
“You were in pain.”
“Don’t do that again. There was no need to stay awake.” He didn’t respond. You took a deep breath and exhaled. “Thank you though.”
“Don’t even worry about it.”
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Desparate to get away from a creep that been harassing you, you rush to pavia despite not knowing each other yet saying he is your boyfriend what will he do? Plsss?
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edit; i dont like the way i wrote this idk,, maybe i'm getting a little self conscious of my writing and jdskkdkdkd i'm so sorry.. ;;
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Running to safety hasn't always been your only option. Mostly because your friends encouraged you to carry weapons for your own safety, especially in these streets where you can competently get snatched, stabbed, mugged or any of the sort. In this era? Please. You think people could afford low quality security cameras, with a high price?
Weak hands trembled as you kept insisting that your time was not worth being spent on someone who was firm on the decision that you must simply travel with them to see the city's night scenery.
It's been at least 15 minutes at most with you trying to brush aside him or trying to speed walk out of the way, hoping he wouldn't go bother someone else but at least spare you the chance to get away.
Infuriating.
Fortunately, you were not the gullible sort. Whether you've encountered this for the first time, or you've experienced such shuddersome and nightmarish situations for god knows how long, it doesn't matter. None of this is fucking okay.
And you knew that.
Loathsome hands traced the outer space around your bare back, and much to your disgust, it was unbearable to not break their hand as of this second. You had to wait, just so you could still walk with said person and hopefully get the chance to outrun them when you see a nearby crowd flocking up to the nearest street.
' Come, I insist. '
' You've ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout. '
' Aren't you being stubborn? This is what I get for being a nice guy.. What's so bad 'bout someone tryna' treat you out? '
The same shit you'd hear time n' time again. It isn't always the easiest, especially when you'd think he'd carry a weapon on him just in case.
Think, be smart.
Ah, up just ahead, a crossroad catered towards the corner of your eye. Your head didn't turn around too quick, but you'd have seen the elderly couple steadily cross the walk just then. Following suit, a flock of crowds parked themselves up just ahead to watch the physical activities boarded up for their enjoyment.
Fuck.. Okay. Pace yourself.. Three, two, -
Before you knew it, you dashed immediately.
Wind blew and slashed against your face as you carried your burning legs as fast as you could. You didn't know what the hell this freak carried on him and you weren't planning on finding out either.
The crowd proved no use, as he could manoeuvre his way around, shouldering past people aggressively with the occasional loud grunt you can surely figure out that it etched from him.
Dammit, alright. It's fine. It's totally fucking fine, right? You couldn't tell where you were going. You crossed and turned at every corner, and just beyond your reach —..
Stood a man near the corner shop that sold the usual cigarettes and loaded beverages. Stuff that you'd only resort to having when your shift at work really sucked.
White to black hair, black sunglasses with a lavender shirt that had intricate patterns, but not interesting enough to pay too much attention to as of this time.
Please, for whatever God is out there. Offer you some strength. Fortunately, he was quick to stop you in your tracks by halting his hand in front of you, like how one would halt a nearby bus to indicate you're about to get on. However, he essentially demanded your entire body be impacted against his hand. Regardless, it made you panic in a hurry but your uneven breathing made it impossible to speak coherent sentences.
Pretty sure if you saw someone crying and running away like your life depended on it, wouldn't you stop by to help? Pavia was a mercenary, and a merciless one at that, but he wasn't entirely soulless.
' Now, where are you running off to in such a hurry? ' He had an accent. A lollipop stuck between his lips. What is it? Cherry? Strawberry?
Words. Just use words.
' Help, please.. Creep. Following. Behind me. ' Behind your uneven breaths, and horrid panting that caused a crack in the tone of your voice, he seemed to understand.
Or, somewhat get it. If it's anything staining this world, it's filth like this random person trying to inflict damage on innocent people like you who are just trying to get by their day. You look innocent to him. Exhausted, but innocent. Like a little lamb fleeing the slaughterhouse.
If it's one thing he hates, it's seeing the poor souls who resemble the innocence he once had. The chance that they could have to flee themselves from trauma, is the chance I believe Pavia would be willing to give. He must despise seeing the fear inside eyes that used to resemble his own when he was tucked away from the rest of society, forced to grumble under nothing but the deafening silence within the basement of his aunt's home after wailing out apologies and horrid voice cracks just to plead for his own freedom.
So. Seeing yours is no different.
Regardless, you do know the impact of you being outside.. especially during the evenings where it's dark and the sky turned into a murky ocean blue haze, gradients shifting darker by the hour and minute..
Gripping onto his shirt, your pleas to beg him to act as someone you might be familiar with, or perhaps even wear the stalker off with claiming that he is your temporary boyfriend, might strike something within Pavia..
Standing still, you rested yourself against his steady arm, holding you in place. Swiftly, he moved you against the wall, whispering a soft 'Then forgive me.' And yet, here were the thudding footsteps of your attacker. With a quiet look on your face, he stepped out of the shadow, amidst his hounds that surrounded his feet by seconds.
You couldn't believe it??
' Problem, amico? ' Resonated that voice of his, something to admire. Glistening under such beautiful moonlight, you could tell how the silver lining had outlined the steel plate of the metal cutting into the familiar shape of a pistol embedded within his pocket.. Huh- Shit— was he dangerous too? You only needed protection, not some bloodied out battle to settle for your freedom?? You're not looking to go to jail this early, anyways.
' I sincerely hope that you aren't getting aquatinted with my.. beloved? Huh? Lest I take that pretty little tie of yours to add into my collection. Divertente~ '
You didn't ask for his name, but your slender hands placed itself on his shoulder, still unable to catch your breath beneath these minutes that were unbearably silent to surpass.
Behind him, your body rested upon his, one hand eagerly coiled warmly against his waist like vines on a old pillar.
The stranger didn't wish to be aquatinted with you in any sort at first, but he was a playful hound of a man. With eyes that looked at you, then back at your stalker. Maybe talking with you a little more after this wouldn't hurt, right?
' You know, amico. ' He approached.
' There is something quite thrilling to have the echoes of thuds of dead bodies fall flat against the surface when you hear that deadly gunshot linger in the back of your head, huh.. You know, my boss tried the same thing. '
And yet, it feared him in some way. Your eyes replicated that of a lost puppy. Those puffy cheeks, reddened and exhausted from running ever so much, oh my.. Something sparked inside of him.
Compared to his gaze, that had his pupils dilated so small, it reflected insanity upon them. He whispered a quiet ; ' I suggest you surrender before it gets ugly? aha.. '
All it took—; was the slow movement of his slender, yet ringed hands to reach into his lower pocket-
And by the second.
They left. You heard grumbled apologies.. and shuffling. But that was mostly it.
The stranger dressed in purple didn't bother to turn to look back around at you to see if you're alright or not, but there was a smirk on his face. A smile on it that he could only turn his head to the side which he could witness your breathing slowly starting to become tolerable; that lollipop twirled itself around his fingers.
Maybe a factor of it played into it because he just saved you, but some part of you could tell a fraction of him enjoyed teasing you with his playful gaze. As if you knew what he were to already say.
The public here avoid trouble but when they see terrible news on the media, they flock together like birds to ready themselves into war. It's nearly impossible to fight against society's norms, but you suspect that's why nobody but him offered such help.
And you were lucky.
Seems like it won't be the only time you'd meet this stranger by the looks of it. He said nothing more than patting your shoulder softly, then moving back inside the building.
Pavia wouldn't be the best at trying to offer comfort but he knows better than anybody else on how events like these tend to fuck you over. The shit people put up with on a daily basis makes him want to spit on lowly people for even thinking they have the right to breathe the same air as you.
Pavia merely reached his hand towards your trembling figure. He seemed to contemplate whether it was a good choice to get to know you, but under these circumstances, that stalker could still be lingering about. What better to do than to have him offered to sit beside you until you feel safe to go on your own again.
After all, maybe it's the safest option..
And who knows? You'll become acquainted with this stranger soon enough with time.
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༉‧₊˚. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥
― pairing: castiel x plus size!reader
― summary: your boyfriend wasn't treating you right, and castiel just wanted to make you feel better.
― warnings: mentions of verbal abuse, toxic insecurities, toxic possessiveness, cheating, some random asshole boyfriend i made up, castiel is a big ol' sweetheart, dilf era castiel :`], exhibitionism, public oral sex, sex in a public bathroom.
⋆ a/n: here's the final part of my mini-series, i am finally caught up with kinktober, so yay!
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It was obvious that your boyfriend hated when you spent time with the Winchesters, it didn't matter that Jack was technically three years old, or that Castiel was an Angel. You didn't tell him about you hunting supernatural creatures—so you could have guessed that he translated you disappearing for days on end with them to be you cheating— even though that wasn’t the case at all. You loved Ethan with every fiber of your being, but when his concern for you turned borderline verbally abusive… not so much.
You had just finished another successful hunt with the miniature family, taking shelter in a bar as everyone joked around and laughed, reveling in another day earned, and more lives saved. You were enjoying your time before your phone rang, everyone pausing what they were doing to give you looks of sympathy. Your body was as equally rigged, but you just halfheartedly smiled, getting up and walking away, heading towards the girl's bathroom.
Listening to Ethan yell at you over the phone was the last thing that you wanted to hear, pinching the bridge of your nose as you got your earful.
Sighing you hung up, lowering your head as you braced yourself on the sink.
“______?” A gruff voice called out to you. “Cas!” Your eyes were wide, “You can't be in here, this is the girl's bathroom!” He looked around before settling on you again. “Both bathrooms look the same.” You chuckled, smiling softly at the clueless being. “Well, what are you doing in here?” You asked, putting your phone in your back pocket.
“I just wanted to make sure that you were okay, it is common knowledge that your boyfriend is a— as Dean would say— an ‘asshole.’” You would laugh at his swearing if he wasn't right, but he was, and you were embarrassed. You knew it was common knowledge that everyone hated your boyfriend, and it was the fact that you still stayed.
“What can I do to make you feel better?” He asked, advancing towards you as he watched you carefully. “I don't — I don't know.” You sighed, rubbing the bridge between your eyes. “I saw that physical pleasure could help.” Your eyes widened as Castiel got on his knees, eye peering up at you. “Cas, you don't,” You gulped, arousal beginning to pool in your jeans shamefully, “You don't have too.” You weren't saying you can't, why weren't you saying you can't?
“I offered, and I would like to do so.” You couldn't say no as his large hands rested on your waistband of jeans. “Okay, yeah.” You said breathlessly. His nimble fingers began to tug them down, eyes focused on yours intently as both your panties and pants fell to your knees. He let out a guttural groan. “You smell delectable.” Your body heated up as his mouth descended to your core, his tongue licking a testing stripe up your slit. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you silenced a moan, realizing that there was a plethora of patrons outside that door.
As he gauged your reaction, he dove his tongue deeper, spreading your legs to get better access to your clit. As he suckled on the hardened bud, you shivered and shook above him, muted noises coming out in weak muffling as your hand gripped onto his hair for dear life. White dotted your vision as your back arched, legs shaking. Cas was satisfied with what he was pulling from you, and he selfishly wanted more, burying one of his fingers deep inside you as he caressed your g-spot.
“Cas, Cas, I'm gonna cum— Cas!” You called out. As you came, he added a second finger to aid you through your orgasm, your juices painting the scruff of the lower half of his face, which itched deliciously between your thighs.
As he pulled away, he looked at you for approval.
“Do you feel better?” He rasped. You could only laugh, carding your fingers through his hair. “I'd say Ethan should be expecting a breakup call sometime soon.”
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Dew’s Turn
Part two
Tags: Era 3 ghouls, water ghoul Dew, elemental transition, descriptions of burning, brief suicidal thoughts, hurt/minimal comfort if you squint, polyghouls my beloved
Word count: 4459
Summary: It was time to start fresh with the Ghost Project and Ifrit was bound and determined to keep what remained of his pack safe, but we can’t always get what we want.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I wouldn’t pick anyone except for you.”
Dewdrop looked at the massive fire ghoul standing before him with a dumbfounded expression as the words started to sink in. He couldn’t be serious. There’s no way. Just moments before, Dew had been lounging in his bathtub enjoying the day off. He longed to go back and sink under the water and never come back up so he wouldn’t have to face whatever this was.
Ifrit had come to his room quietly, the first sign something was wrong. The fire ghoul was usually so loud and energetic, but when he came to Dew’s room, he seemed smaller, like someone had blown out his flame. When he knocked the water ghoul almost thought he imagined it before he heard it again.
At first he assumed Ifrit had come to blow off some steam by pounding his favorite little water ghoul into the bed. Dew was secretly hoping that was the case when he saw who was at his door. Ifrit has rarely been that close with any of the ghouls since Zephyr disappeared, and he missed the warmth that came with him. However, the moment he entered Dew’s room he could tell something serious happened. He could smell it on him, anxiety and grief rolled off of him leaving a sour taste in Dew’s mouth. That immediately made his heart spike and his chest tighten.
He’d only been on earth for a year or so, but so much has happened in that time. He still wasn’t fully adjusted to life topside and he had been quickly forced to learn an instrument he’s never seen before. He missed his pack back in the Pits. He became protective of his new one on earth as ghouls started to disappear. He was terrified of what Ifrit was going to say if he was shaken to silence. Did something happen to Mist? Is Mountain okay? Did Omega disappear too? What if it’s about Aether? The last thought made him feel lightheaded. He had been joined at the hip with the quintessence ghoul ever since their summoning day. He doesn't know what he’d do if Ifrit came to tell him another member of the pack went missing.
Almost as if Ifrit could sense the little ghoul’s anxieties he shook his head
“Everybody is fine, droplet, it’s okay.”
Dew was rigid. The pet name, coupled with the soft tone of his voice, told him all he needed to know.
“What’s going on Ifrit?” He held his breath waiting for the bigger ghoul to respond. He just looked at Dew for a long moment, admiring his features before he spoke.
“I’m getting replaced,” He said quietly, as if that would somehow lessen the impact of the words. Dew felt like a hole had opened under him and swallowed him. His stomach dropped as the words hung in the air.
“What.”
“I’m getting replaced,” He said again, this time a bit louder, “They want to start fresh. They asked me to pick a new lead or they’d do it themselves.”
Dew felt his mouth go dry. He wasn’t fucking with him. How could they replace him! Start fresh? What does that even mean? Suddenly a realization crept into his mind. His eyes snapped up to meet Ifrit’s. He looked terribly nervous.
“What about…?”
“The others? No. No Mountain and Aether are staying.”
He felt relief wash over him at that before it hit him. Ifrit didn’t say his name. Slowly the pieces started to fall into place.
“Frit… Who did you pick?” When the fire ghoul didn’t respond Dew asked the question again with a bit of force behind it. There was a moment of silence before Dew laughed dryly.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I wouldn’t pick anyone except for you.”
He stared at Ifrit in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious. It’s impossible; He wasn’t a leader, he couldn't be in charge of a whole pack. He couldn’t replace Ifrit. He was struck into silence until he realized something that could stop all of this.
“You can’t pick me. I’m a water ghoul and you need a fire ghoul to replace you.” He started to smile as if this was the most brilliant thing he’s ever thought of. That was quickly snuffed out when Ifrit started to speak again.
“You think they haven’t thought of that,” His voice cracked on the last word. Every ghoul knew the stories. The legends that it was possible to become a different element if you could adapt to it. But that’s all they were. Legends. No ghoul had ever tried it before, out of fear of what might happen if they couldn’t adapt.
Dew felt his blood run cold. All he could do was stare at Ifrit silently, begging that this was some sick prank on him.
“No,” Was all he could manage. He shook his head and started to back away from Ifrit in a panic. “No, you’re lying to me. It’s impossible. They’ll… It’ll kill me!” He tripped on the corner of the desk in his room and fell backwards hard onto the floor. He stared up at Ifrit in fear.
The scene broke the fire ghoul’s heart. The past few months had been too much for him. The disappearance of Zephyr hit him harder than anyone. Mist did her best to comfort him, but nothing seemed to work. When he found out about the plans to “start fresh” with the Ghost Project he knew he had to protect what remained of his pack.
So he made a deal with Sister Imperator. He would step down as the lead willingly so long as he got to pick the replacement. When he picked Dew he thought they’d put Mist back on bass. He could live with himself being gone, as long as the rest were okay. What he didn’t expect was for Omega to shove him against a wall days later threatening to rip his throat out.
Turns out, the quintessence ghoul had been tasked with gathering the necessary things to perform an elemental change ritual. Specifically, water to fire. Omega only put him down when he realized Ifrit had no idea that’s what the Clergy intended to do when Dew was picked as the replacement. Something about keeping tradition was all Sister had to offer when Ifrit stormed into her office with smoke rolling off of him. That was two weeks ago. He hadn’t had the strength to give the little ghoul his death sentence any sooner.
“Droplet, listen,” He took a cautious step towards Dew, causing him to crawl backwards away from him with a hiss. Ifrit stopped in his tracks and moved away so he wouldn’t scare the little water ghoul.
“Dew, please listen to me. I picked you for this because I knew if any ghoul could handle it, it’s you.”
He began to slowly crouch down, sitting himself across from the terrified water ghoul.
“I was there when you were summoned. I saw the way you clawed yourself out of the pits. I know you can be their leader.”
I know you can survive the transition. He couldn’t say the last part out loud. He didn’t want to think about what had to be done to make Dew a fire ghoul. Dewdrop slowly propped himself up so he was sitting with his knees to his chest, tail curled tightly around himself.
“When?” He whispered, still looking at Ifrit. His gills were fluttering nervously as he waited for his response.
Ifrit winced, “Tomorrow.”
He dropped his gaze, unable to look Dew in the eyes. He didn’t want to see the fear, or the betrayal.
Before he knew what was happening, he saw a flurry of white out of the corner of his eye, before he felt Dew’s entire weight crash into him. He tensed, expecting to feel the sting of his claws and fangs. He wouldn’t fight back; he knew he deserved it. But the assault never came. He slowly cracked his eyes open and looked down to see Dew shaking as he clung to him. His breath hitched when he heard him sniff. He buried his face into his white hair, pressing kisses and apologies to the top of his head. He had to blink away the tears that started to form in his eyes. He didn’t deserve to cry. This was his fault, after all.
A few moments passed before Dew mumbled something into Ifrit’s chest.
“What was that, droplet?” He forced himself to keep his voice even.
“Stay with me… Please. If this is my last night, I-“ Ifrit stopped him from finishing his thought by quickly scooping him up and setting both of them onto the bed.
“It’s not going to be your last night. You’re going to make it through that ritual and after you’ve recovered I’m going to show you all the abilities of fire and I’ll teach you how to play any song you want on guitar.” Ifrit squeezed Dew tighter as he spoke, trying to will his words into existence.
Dew looked up at him with wet eyes, “You promise?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Dewy, I promise. Anything you want and I’ll make it happen.”
“That… Sounds nice.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
Ifrit curled himself around Dew’s tiny body, keeping him close to his chest. He would give Dew all of his warmth just to help him settle.
Eventually, the sounds of Dew’s soft sobs came to a stop as his breathing became even, and he fell asleep buried in the massive fire ghoul.
It was only then that Ifirt let himself cry.
I fucked up Zeph. I fucked up, and Dew is gonna be the one to pay for it.
He tried to be as quiet as he could so as to not disturb his sleep. He’d need his energy for tomorrow. There were a few times Ifrit had to turn his head and bury it into the pillows to stop a sob from breaking the silence of the evening.
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Dew began to stir as the soft knocking turned into a pound. He cracked open his eyes. It was still dark out. He groaned and moved to get out of bed when he felt himself being squeezed. That’s when he remembered; Today was the day he would die. The pounding at the door was only getting louder. Ifrit was staring at the door with a growl deep in his chest.
“Frit, please.”
He knew he wasn’t going to let go of him unless he practically begged. Hearing Dew’s voice broke him out of the spell. He looked down at him with soft eyes and a flicker of hesitation before he slowly let him go and got up to open the door.
There stood Mountain, looking like someone had punched him in the gut.
“Omega… Sent me to come get you both. Said something about needing to start it before the sun started to rise.”
Mountain was usually pretty calm, but when he spoke, there was nothing but venom in his words. The scent of fear and hatred made Ifrit want to puke.
“Thanks Mountain, just give us a moment.”
The earth ghoul nodded and Ifrit shut the door. He turned back to Dew who was sitting on the side of the bed, back towards the door. Before Ifrit could say anything he slowly got up and walked to his dresser. He dug around before pulling something out. He held it to his chest for a moment before walking over to Ifrit.
“Hold out your hand,” He whispered. Ifrit did so without hesitation. Dew shakily placed the object into his hands. When Ifrit saw what it was he gasped. It was a silver grucifix necklace.
“Dew… This is what I gave you when you were first summoned. I didn’t know you kept it, I never saw you wear it.”
“Take it back.”
He blinked slowly, “What?”
“Take it so you have something to remember me by.”
Ifrit just stared at the necklace for a moment before closing his hand and clutching it to his chest, “I’m not keeping it.”
Dew looked like he was going to protest before Ifrit continued, “But I’ll hold onto it for you. I’ll give it right back when I see you after the ritual.”
He gave Dew the best smile he could manage. He had to believe he’d make it, that there was an ounce of truth to the legends.
Dew took a deep breath and pounced on Ifrit, wrapping his arms around him. Ifrit immediately returned the hug.
“I’m scared.”
“I know.”
“Will you be there?”
“I won’t leave. No matter what.”
Ifrit pulled back from the embrace to gaze at him. He took time to memorize Dew’s features. His piercing blue eyes, his pure white hair, the fins on his arms and tail, the way his gills fluttered. He squeezed Dew’s shoulders affectionately before pressing his forehead against the water ghouls. He was about to say something when Mountain knocked on the door again. He sighed and whispered something to him that made Dew rigid.
The two then pulled away from each other and left the room, following Mountain to wherever Omega was waiting for them.
Mountain led them outside to the very edge of the tree line. It was still dark outside, but the first rays of the day were starting to peek through the horizon. The Ministry was still visible from where the ghouls stood. The building was still dark, not a single soul had risen yet. As Dew walked he looked up at the sky, focusing on the few stars that still hung in the fading night. When his eyes caught on Venus, he muttered a quick prayer that he would be strong enough to live, and if not, that the rest of the pack would be okay without him. When the three ghouls were only a few feet away from the scene, Dew stopped. He couldn’t go any farther. His legs wouldn’t work. He stared at the piles of wood, at Omega muttering to himself as he read the ancient manuscript in his hands, at the knife Mist was holding.
He couldn’t do this. He didn’t want to die. He couldn’t care less about what element he possessed, but the thought of dying, the thought of just burning to nothing but ash, made him lightheaded.
His ears started to ring as his chest tightened. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. The only thought that went through his mind was I’m going to die as he felt his knees give out from under him. He barely registered that Mountain and Ifrit were crouched next to him trying to get his attention. All he could do was stare into nothing as he tried and failed to get his breathing under control. He hadn't realized he had curled in on himself until he felt his claws digging into his scalp. In that moment he wondered what would happen if he just dug his claws into his gills and pulled until his hands met in the middle. It would be quick. It would hurt a lot less than whatever was about to happen. It would be the same result, and at least there would be something left of him.
He only realized he had started to actually squeeze his gills when he felt hands on top of his. He looked up and was met with a pair of purple eyes looking at him with fear. Dew wanted to cry but he couldn’t. He was still shaking. He still wasn’t grounded enough to understand what was happening.
“Aether?” Was all he could manage to squeak out. If the quintessence ghoul spoke he didn’t hear it, all he felt was his arms wrapping him tight against his body, practically crushing him. With the weight around him, Dew finally started to feel like he was back in his body. He took a moment to breathe in Aether’s scent. The last time he’d ever do so.
“Aether, it’s going to hurt. I don’t want it to hurt.” He whined against his neck.
Aether took a breath before speaking, “I’ll do what I can to make it not hurt. The moment it’s done I won’t leave your side. You won’t have to feel a thing.”
As if to emphasize his point, he let a small amount of quintessence magic spark to life on his fingertips and through Dew’s body. He felt his whole body relax as the magic made his muscles loosen. He wanted to stay like this forever, curled up in Aether’s arms where he knew he’d be safe. The thought that this could be the last time he feels Aether’s touch made his stomach drop. He had only just gotten used to the constant closeness of him, and now it was about to be ripped away.
He had been so absorbed in his thoughts he hadn’t realized Aether had kept talking.
“I’ll be right there when you come back to us… Please just come back to us. Please just stay.”
Dew honestly couldn’t tell if he was talking to him or if he was talking to himself. He didn’t care either way, as long as Aether kept talking.
“Dewdrop.”
The scene was broken by the sound of Omega’s voice cutting in. There was no malice in it, it was actually the softest Dew had ever heard Omega speak his name. He cautiously lifted his head from where it was buried in Aether’s neck. He let out a gasp when he saw Omega’s face. His expression was pained, but that wasn’t what had caught Dew by surprise. It was the fact that he could actually see his face. Unlike the rest of the ghouls, Omega tended to stick to the rules and traditions of always wearing his mask. The only other times Dew had seen him without out was the day he was summoned, and one night when he was sneaking into the kitchen he caught him slipping out of the papal chambers.
Once again, the seriousness of the situation settled deep within Dew. It was too late to turn back, to do anything really. He had to face it. He had to be steadfast if he was going to survive. He took one final deep breath and pulled back away from Aether just enough to look at him. If he was going to die there was one last thing he wanted. He desperately crashed his lips against Aether’s, practically head butting him in the process. It wasn’t the first time they’d kissed, and Dew hoped it wasn’t the last, but if it was he wanted to convey every unspoken feeling he had to him. Aether kissed him back just as desperately. He reached a shaky hand up to hold the water ghoul’s face, using his quintessence to let Dew actually feel everything Aether felt for him.
After a moment, Dew broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Aether’s. He sucked in a breath and then untangled himself from his grasp and stood. He clenched his hands into fists and felt his claws prick against his palms.
“I’m ready.”
His voice didn’t shake, it didn't crack. His jaw was set in determination as he looked at Omega. He needed to live. Not just for himself anymore, but for Aether. For Mountain and Ifrit. For all of them. He thought back to last night as he approached Omega and Mist. If Ifrit believes I’m strong enough, then I am.
He watched as Aether, Mountain, and Ifrit came to stand behind Mist. Omega looked to the East and narrowed his eyes
“It’s time.”
He put down the ancient looking manuscript and began arranging the various types of wood. It was a mixture of ash, willow, and birch. Mountain helped him with this task. They arranged it in a way so that Dew would be able to lay fully stretched out on it. He tore his eyes away when he heard Mist approaching him. He wanted to reach out and have her hold him, but he couldn’t. He knew if he did he wouldn’t let go. She held the knife she had been carrying in one hand while the other came up to rest on his shoulder. She pressed their heads together. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. She had spent all her time with Dew when he was summoned, teaching him how to play bass and how to live on land with a new body. She had watched him come into himself. While the other ghouls were leaning on false hope, too scared to think about what it would be like with no more Dew, Mist truly believed he was going to come out on the other side, and that was enough for her. He’ll be scarred, but he’ll still be her Dew, and that was what mattered most.
“You’re stronger than you know, Dew,” She said as she slowly brought the knife to his chest. She placed the tip of it just above where his water mark was on his sternum. She let it rest there for a moment. He sucked in a breath at the feeling of the cold metal. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen, but he had an idea when he felt Mist begin to add pressure. Carefully, she began to carve as she repeated a phrase in Infernal. Dew had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying out. Aether tried to move forward to relieve the pain but Omega’s voice rang out
“Don’t. The process has begun. If you do anything now, you’ll mess it up.”
Mountain and Omega stood by the wooden altar watching as Mist did her part. Aether slunk back to the sidelines with an apology.
When she was finished, his chest was a bloody mess. She has carved a pointed side up triangle over his water mark. The symbol for fire. He watched for a moment, mesmerized by the little rivers of blood dripping down his chest.
No turning back.
Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as he walked over to the wooden altar. He looked between Mountain and Omega and briefly wondered if it was the earth ghoul who had somehow managed to get ahold of wood from trees that grew in such vastly different areas. Almost as if he read his mind, Mountain nodded and spoke,
“They each mean something.”
“Oh? What are they?” Dew asked, trying to distract himself as Omega helped him lay down on the wooden altar. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
Mountain shook his head, “I’ll tell you when you wake up.”
Dew laid there on that wooden altar. A funeral pyre, really. He stared up at the sky as Omega and Mountain backed away. The day was bleeding into the little remains of the night sky. The stars weren’t visible anymore. He took it all in, enjoying the soft light of dawn. Even if he survived the transition of elements, this would be the last time he’d see the sky as a water ghoul.
Will the world be different when I’m a fire ghoul? He mused as he tried to not focus on the sounds of fire springing to life or Omega’s Infernal chanting.
“Ifrit. The fire,” Was the last thing Dewdrop heard before he felt pain like he’d never experienced before.
The first thing he felt was the heat of it all. It was too much for his amphibian-like skin. He could physically feel himself dry out. That feeling lasted for about 10 seconds before all he could feel was pain. It felt like someone had dropped the sun on him. He could feel his soft fins being burnt off. He felt like his skin was melting off and dissolving away. Everything was simultaneously too bright and too dark as the smoke from the wood started to rise. He only realized he had been screaming when he started to cough and choke. His gills fluttered uselessly as he tried to take in air. He couldn’t breathe. He started to flail trying to get away from the pain, but two hands held him down. Ifrit’s hands. This was the last thought Dew had before he became unconscious as his body burned.
Dewdrop was dead.
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“He has to stay in the fire. It has to reach his core,” Omega kept a firm hand on Ifrit’s shoulder as he held Dew’s body in place, “If it doesn’t… Then the ritual will be a failure.”
Then he’ll be dead.
The true meaning of his words were left unspoken. Everyone knew what he meant. When Dew’s body had stopped moving and the screams had quieted, Ifrit finally removed his hands from the fire. That’s when Mist and Omega took a hand in theirs and squeezed. They were the only three to remain. Mountain had taken Aether back to the Ministry once the ritual had started, the sounds and smells of his companion burning to death was too much for him. If it wasn’t for Mountain holding him back, he would’ve ran over to extinguish the flames. He was acting on instinct. No one could blame him though; Not only were the two closer than any of the other ghouls, but he was quintessence. He could feel every emotion Dew was feeling. It was a miracle Omega was still standing that close to the pyre.
The three ghouls stood there for a long time, letting the reality of the situation sink in. There was nothing more they could do now, they just had to wait. It was only when the sun had fully risen did Omega turn to gather the excess materials and leave. Some time passed before Mist turned towards Ifrit, who had taken a seat right next to where the wooden altar was burning away.
“We should head back. Staring at it isn’t going to make him wake up any faster.”
Ifrit shook his head, “Omega said he has to stay in the fire. I have to make sure it doesn’t go out.”
To emphasize his point his eyes began to glow like embers as he stared at the pyre. He began to pool his magic into the flames to keep them strong.
Mist sat with him for a little while longer, until she couldn’t take the heat anymore. The morning sun and the proximity to the fire had started to dry her skin. Ifrit didn’t even notice her getting up to kiss him goodbye. He didn’t even realize she had left. His sole focus was on keeping the flame. He got Dew into this mess and he was going to make sure he came out alive on the other end.
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[this one seems written on a typewriter, it smells faintly of cigarettes and bourbon, and the petrichor of an old brick building in the turn-of-equinnox rain. You decide it's best not to question how it got typed onto the page, or how it's fitting into a single page at all]
Day 39 of Tourdust:
The smell of burning tobacco in the wind, chasing the direction of long lost loves and triumphs, reached the office from outside. We had agreed on a policy of no smoking in here, but it added to the atmosphere. Knowledge of recent secrets we would take to our grave weighed heavy on us, feeling like an anchor, or like a curse.
He walked into the offices of the Foblr Agency of Noir Sleuthing, all flowing blonde hair and tight leather hugging his legs. But that didn't matter much to us, not tonight. We could immediately tell his face spelled trouble for the upcoming concert. He fell onto the chair opposite our desk, arm covering those red, teary eyes, devoid in this era of the eyeliner streaks that would surely have covered his cheeks decades prior; roses draped across his chest and shoulders, peeking over the hoodie he carelessly shrugged on. We will never forget the way he wept "The man on my daydreams and nightmares, my cuddly teddy bear, my semi-sweet full time problem, my Patrick has been murdered!", it was mournful like the call of a loon. They say your mind's a safe, and if you keep it then we all get rich. But perhaps loons is what would become of us, for accepting this case.
The drizzle and clouds painted a gloomy mood as we accompanied Pete back to the scene to start our investigation. Despite our best attempts at using this opportunity to get more information on what had happened all we gained were extensive diatribes about how special and talented Patrick was, the tiniest details about him enough to bring a warm smile of reminiscence that soon turned into a frown and tears as he remembered why he was speaking to us and leading us to the venue. Every time one of us would have to take the moment to pat his back and gently get him to calm down before we could carry on, not that many of us minded lending him our handkerchief to dry his tears with. The worst was when in the middle of an anecdote he realized he could not remember, and would not have those good old days again. If home is where the heart is then he was just fucked. Before long we decided it was best to leave well enough alone lest the waterworks broke open again, we were not getting anything out of him anyway.
Our arrival at the venue was interrupted by an altercation as we approached, two security guards denying entry to who we'd come to realize was Joe. The man was waving his arms around, trying to explain he'd just come back and was part of the performing acts, that he should be allowed back in, but it wasn't until Pete broke from the almost Victorian mournful stance he had adopted ever since he’d given up on talking and we’d given up on pressing, and presented his ID to assure security both Joe and us were with him that we'd all be allowed through.
Joe turned to us wild eyed when he realized the state Pete was in and him being accompanied by us. Pete was unable to explain himself, he got as far as telling us he "couldn't bear to-" and then brought one hand to wipe away a tear as he completely changed his train of thought into "Oh, bear. Patrick was a bear.", this past tense was enough to clue Joe in, on what was going on, or perhaps on what was known. After dragging a confirmation out of Pete he made his excuses and left "To process this shit" he'd said.
We were led through the venue's corridors directly backstage, where Pete waved off this tall, delicate man he had apparently trusted enough with securing the scene and dramatically crumbled to the floor on his knees in front of something he immediately picked up, clutching it so tight to his chest we could not at first make out what it was, it was only as he raised it to his face to wipe a tear that we saw it was a green baseball cap, with a dark red, almost black splatter onto one side. Blood. Not too much of it, but the pieces were starting to fall down into place.
"This! This is where it happened! And now this is all I have left of him!" our blonde cried, but every time we asked him to explain he just mumbled to the hat and what little we could make out he had already told us, or was lost in his grief muttering to this hat that he'd do lines of dust and sweat off last night's stage just to feel like it, or himself.
Not knowing what else to do, we used this time to look around. We had expected a corpse to be there, or something, anything more than a single hat. Upon further inspection we did find some more blood, it looked like a short name was written in it, but one of our shoes smudged it as we passed. Some instrument cases and cabling were strewn around. We examined those but nothing was out of the ordinary; flamethrower bass in its place, mic stand completely devoid of blood, although we did not brave turning on a UV lamp around this place. There were a couple of branches off to the side among the drumsticks, which we took note of as being out of place, but for all we knew drumming with branches instead of sticks was going to be a fun new twist in their never-ending series of new and exciting ways to be unhinged.
More pressing than all that was, maybe, the giant shark, that was for some reason just lying backstage, not far from where the lead singer had been murdered and from whom apparently the only thing left of was a baseball cap covered in blood.
The commotion drew Andy's attention, we didn't know where he came from but what we did know was that upon meeting eyes with us he startled for a moment, like he was expecting his existence to go unnoticed, before regaining composure and looking for all the world like he was just as lost about what had happened to Patrick as everyone else. But a moment is all it took for us to take note, we said nothing of the way his quiet seemed usual yet his demeanor did not, but deep down our suspicions started to take root, for as much as the situation called for seriousness, a man like him would not have passed up the opportunity to incite or set up even a single joke, if nothing else to lighten up the mood.
He noticed we were staring at this giant shark, the one that was, again, for some reason just lying backstage, not far from where the lead singer had been murdered and from whom apparently the only thing left of was a baseball cap covered in blood; and said, all smiles like it was only natural that the most pressing question in our minds would be the well-being of this sea creature "The shark is fine. It is a vegan land shark, don't worry about it. He's a friend of mine."
That, however, did prove useful to our line of thinking.
"So, it doesn't eat meat? Aren't sharks obligate carnivores?" we asked, to clarify the elephant, or rather, shark, in the room.
"Nope, not land sharks. They're good with veggies, this one really likes pumpkins!"
To say we didn't trust this statement would be putting it lightly. But they both looked so polite. We couldn't just accuse him of bullshitting us. We certainly couldn't just accuse him of having killed Patrick with a shark.
Having finished our investigation of the scene, and I refuse to waste ink with details about how the presence of a (step)ladder sparked a brief but passionate argument between us, we turned our attention back to Pete, who seemed to have calmed down enough that we could lend him a hand to stand up so we could hopefully continue this investigation.
He accepted the proffered hand, murmuring something about how he should have bought those knee pads months ago and led us towards the rest of the venue to take a look, never loosening his grip on the hat.
We were running out of ideas, we were running out of time. There was very little new in the way of clues we'd gathered outside the scene of the crime other than a few more dramatically tearful anecdotes, the internet service was shit with no way of contacting the outside, and to make matters worse things had taken a turn ever since Bubbles spotted us and decided to growl at us.
"I heard you were not against using unconventional methods to get results." Pete said. For a second we thought he wanted us to, let's just say, bend the law to get to the bottom of this. We'd have been willing to, albeit largely unfamiliar with the Dutch legal system. But of course it was never this simple with him. He quickly produced a beautiful Ouija board, all dark wood and with a planchette that looked like it was meant to fit with Joe's incredibly sexy guitar, and all but begged to let us try this method to contact Patrick.
Devoid of any further clues or options, we agreed. Might as well put some of the candles to good use for things other than shrines to the Malibu MILF Jesus For Gay People. We let Pete conduct the session, and he brought Andy and Joe along to it, but they resolutely refused to join in. We thought they would have, for the sake of humouring Pete or for the sake of hiding what they knew. Or perhaps they didn't join to dissuade any accusations of messing with the board to clear themselves.
The board was set right where Pete found the hat, which he reluctantly had to stop clutching to his heart and set aside to actually conduct the session. The candles were lit and we all held hand with him before he started.
"Patrick, please, if you're here, give me a sign, I'm looking for your name on the Ouija board, not like, hit me baby one more time. Or, actually, like, if you want to hit me to let me know you're here that would also be fucking okay."
Now, not to discount the existence of anything beyond the veil or anything, but hopes were not exactly high for anything to come out of this. We thought we were just doing a kindness to a very distressed man. We did not think the planchette would move at all, let alone be pulled with quite the intent to, somewhat clumsily, spell P-A-T-R-I-C-K. Our eyes were trained on Pete, certain he had to be fucking with us, moving this himself. But his expression was too genuine, he couldn't fake this. He's too shitty an actor for that and we knew that.
Before he could ask a second question, the planchette started moving again. For a moment there we held our breath as it slowed near the S, but it moved a little further to the G and thus continued spelling G-O-L-D-E-N-C-A-T-C-H before very resolutely going towards the goodbye sign and staying there, no matter what else was asked of it.
Dejected at having lost this last line of contact, Pete led the closing goodbyes, snuffed out the candles and picked the hat again clutching it with both hands over his chest once more, sobbing quietly.
Despite our instincts to not take too much stock on the answers of an Ouija board, we found ourselves mulling over the message. Golden catch. Our minds turned to Donnie, the catcher. To Andy, who seemed to be having the same idea and was suddenly the picture of shy adorable nerd who has sworn off violence and would never hurt a fly, much less his beloved friend. But maybe these friends, rather than being golden, rather than being stars, they had turned out to be black holes. After all, the stars that burn the brightest end up turning into them, in the end.
What we all had confused as another wave of thankfully quieter and less theatrical crying, however, turned out to be Pete thinking. When he spoke up, his voice was strained.
"Joe. What was your favourite song in the current album?"
"Huh, what? Kintsugi Kid, you know this. You asked me the other night again when we were deciding on 8 balls"
"Shh, I don't know what you're talking about, The Magic 8 Ball decides on what we're playing itself, we have no power over it. But you know, the kintsugi thing? they do that with like, gold to fill in the cracks. Like Golden."
That's when we understood where he was going with this, he understood the message with a logic we could never comprehend, the cryptophasia working seemingly even from beyond the grave. It dawned on Joe too. He paled first, then winced with grief, finally settling on a sigh of relief.
"Fuck, you will really believe me if I admit it now. You won't think I'm just trying to protect Andy or I'm just saying it because somebody should please take me to solitary confinement so I can finally rest." His head hung low, and he took a pause to try and compose himself before speaking again "It is true. I killed him. It was a stupid accident I swear, I was fucking around with Andy's drumsticks and- and I thought it would be funny to chuck one to Patrick's head and act like it was Andy who did that." at this he had to pause, voice increasingly trembling "I- I didn't think i threw it that hard but then when I came back you were a mess and you had brought backup to investigate and you kept talking about Patrick in the past tense-"
It was then that a voice echoed from the hall "Okay, no. We're not leaving Joe to forever rest in an Amsterdam jail. He's not even a drummer, he would not even get to enjoy the acoustic-"
Whatever Patrick was going to say next was interrupted by Pete launching himself to the man and clinging with a kind of desperation that seemed 14 years too old and putting the hat back where it belonged amidst half coherent mumblings of being glad he was okay. A few of us swore he sneaked in a kiss to the temple as he did so, but the rest us remain unconvinced chalking it up to wishful thinking, or maybe tinfoil thinking, or maybe we were still reeling trying to understand how this seemingly physical apparition, no, this seemingly *alive* Patrick had shown up out of nowhere.
Besides, in line with all we had been suspecting and in contrast to Pete's joyful disbelief, the other two seemed stuck in a frozen state. Staring at a scene that in itself we were sure should not have incited that much shock.
After what seemed to be some time of just letting Pete have his moment, Patrick managed to wrestle himself out of the cuddle he was being held in enough to point at Joe and throw, thankfully metaphorical, daggers at him "I'm still pissed that you threw the drumsticks at me! It's been more than twenty years will you ever stop cutting my face open with instruments? and you!" he pointed at Andy "What the hell did you throw your shark next to me for!?"
"He got stuck on top of my tree and I felt guilty so I tried to help him down. Then I heard you scream and I panicked, assumed you were now a pile of goo under my friend and if I have to miss my wedding because of manslaughter Mere would make sure I'd be the man slaughtered, and I couldn't have that" he shrugged "I felt really bad about it though."
Pete pulled him and Joe to join the hug, and after thinking about it hummed "Patrick, if you weren't horrifically murdered by a series of crazy accidents that, really, could not happen to any other band, where were you? where were you even hiding?"
Patrick sighed with the weary expression of someone whose job description has unofficially included the title of Pete Wentz wrangler for over twenty years and considered him for a moment, as if wandering at the mystery that is the Wentzian logic "Everything was too chaotic and I kept getting almost horrifically murdered" he paused to give him a meaningful look and add air quotes at that "So I went below the stage to play Pokemon. You know there's space there, remember that time you shot me out of a cannon from below the stage? If you really needed me you could have looked for me. Maybe instead of assuming I was dead."
Pete suddenly tore away from basking in finally having gotten the hug he'd been spending months begging for, startled by a realization "Wait a fucking second! If you are alive and here, what did I contact with the Ouija board?!"
Patrick merely chuckled, he didn't answer but he sneakily flashed a magnet into our field of vision and winked. It was perhaps the deadliest weapon all day.
At long last we were accompanied out by all four of them, we let out a long sigh as we walked away from the venue, ready to go back to our office and rest after this chaotic evening. But when Pete called out to us and waved, what he said next would leave a chill down our spine:
"Hope we see you all again soon, bye! Hey, and Spi? Don't even think to try and kill my dear honey boo boo again okay?"
All this time. He knew everything.
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The Better Potter ✰ James Potter
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Pairing: Marauders Era x Fem!Reader -- James Potter's Twin sister
Request: @bloominghelianthus "Heyyy! So I just got this marauders era idea. Can you write a fic or headcanons where the reader is Jame's twin sister, but she is lesbian and a slytherin? She doesn't get involved with the blacks (except regulus) and doesn't end up a death eater. She is super sarcastic and sassy, but also really kind and caring. She would also have a gift that comes from her mother's line where she can see and communicate with the dead. What would her relationship be with her twin? Would the marauders get along with her? Thank you so much!"
Warning(s): swearing? i swear all the time sorry y'all, mentions of kissing, mentions of wrestling? (Let me know if I missed any)
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"Y/n Potter, the beloved daughter of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, and arguably James Potter's better half," Y/n announces when entering the room of requirement, a place where you hang out with your brother and his friends daily.
"Oh c'mon y/n/n, we all know I am the better half in this twin dynamic." James says interrupting you mid stride.
"James if you EVER interrupt my bloody catwalk again I swear to Merlin I will kick your arse so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week!" You yell at him with gritted teeth.
"Kinky." Sirius chimes in from sitting at the table.
"EW!" Both you and James gag illustrating your disgust.
"I don't see how you guys even argue this, you're literally the same person," Remus states not looking up from his book.
"Are not!" You both yell in unison crossing your arms.
"Stop you are proving their point!" You yell as you push your brother to the ground.
"Why couldn't of I been the only child?" James says in defeat looking up at the ceiling from the spot where you pushed him down.
"Because Merlin knew he needed to combat your ugly mutt with something as beautiful as me. Plus one of us has to marry Lilly Evans, and I think I have a better shot than you, Jamie."
James tackles y/n to the ground and the twins are wrestling, a common occurrence between you and your brother. You are laughing while James yells; "LILLY IS GOING TO MARRY THIS POTTER, NOT YOU POTTER!"
"I GUESS WE WILL SEE ABOUT THAT JAMIE!" You broke free from your twin heading towards the Slytherin common room to get ready for the Quidditch match later this afternoon. You smile at the memory of your first real interaction with the red head.
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Lilly had actually been your first kiss, it was something that happened one night at a Gryffindor party. You were talking to her about how you were scared to tell people you were a lesbian in case they reacted poorly. She kissed you in front of everyone to show you that there was nothing to worry about.
You both were met with claps and whistling, but when you make eye contact with your twin he has conflicted emotions flashing over his face. "I am confused whether to give you a hug and say I am proud of you, or pummel you for kissing my Lilly Flower."
Lilly barked back at your brother, bickering like they usually do which allowed you to slip away.
You didn't get too far away before being stopped, "About bloody time, we've only known you liked women since forever." Sirius said to you.
"Yea, well I've known you liked Remus since, well, forever and you still haven't acted on that. Have you?"
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"AND THE POTTER'S ARE HEAD TO HEAD AGAIN, DODGING BLUDGERS AND GOING FOR THE QUAFFLE." The commentary made you laugh, everytime Slytherin played Gryffindor whoever was commentating made sure to bring up the sibling rivalry. Hell, might as well call this y/n Potter versus James Potter, that was how everyone else saw it anyway.
"SUCH AN INTENSE MATCH, THE POTTER TWINS ARE HEAD TO HEAD. THROWING ELBOWS AND NASTY SHOTS AT ONE ANOTHER." You laugh at this, every movement that is made between you two is taken as an act of hostility.
The truth is you both promised your mum, Euphemia, that you would not cause bodily harm to others during a Quidditch match. Euphemia definitely ate her words when Dumbledore sent her an owl saying you two got into a physical altercation.
"I told you guys to caught no bodily harm to one another!"
"Actually mum, you said not to cause harm to the other during a Quidditch match. This was just us fighting over the last piece of bacon." James and you both high-five the other with wide grins.
You and James may wrestle, but neither of you hit the other. When wrestling neither of you is out to hurt the other, and you both know that. Even though it isn't always said, the bond between you two is special and one will do whatever needs to be done to protect the other.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, Y/N POTTER JUST TOOK THE BAT FROM THE SLYTHERIN BEATER AND SMACKED HIM IN THE FACE WITH IT. BLOODY HELL IS HIS NOSE--"
The comments are cut off as Madam Hootch blows her whistle, you know you are going to be thrown out of the game, but Knott targeted no one except your brother. Even when he didn't have the Quaffle. You had enough of his shenanigans, hence why you broke his bloody nose with his own bat.
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The party that night was in the Gryffindor common room, obviously down their best chaser Slytherin lost. When you walked into the common room, still wearing your Quidditch robes the Gryffindor's threw you on their shoulders.
"ALL HAIL THE POTTER PRINCESS!" James and Sirius yell in unison.
"Put be down before I hex the whole lot of you."
Once returned to your feet your brother throws his arm over your shoulder. "You had some bloody brilliant flying out there sis, and that back hand with that bat was amazing. Wish dad would have been able to see it."
You chuckle at your brother. Plenty of people assume that having James as your twin is the worse thing, but they couldn't be more wrong. It didn't matter you were in Slytherin, nor did it matter you were a lesbian. He loves you, and you will always be his younger sister. (Even if it is only by three minutes max.)
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HELLO MY LOVES, two posts in one day! (Technically three but the other wasn't Harry Potter related, whoops. If you would like some insight and understanding of what BPD is like, you can click here to read my experiences.) I had a rough day at work and I knew this was sitting in my inbox waiting for me to write it. I am beyond happy with how this turned out.
@bloominghelianthus I do apologize for not working on every detail you gave me! I felt like adding more would take away from the detail I already added. If you would like to submit another request with something based on seeing and communicating with the dead you are more than welcome to. I already kinda have an idea. hehe
Anywho, I hope you lovely humans have had a good day!!!
#james potter x reader#james potter sister#sirius black#james potter#slytherin#mauraders era#hogwarts#lily evans#lily evans x reader
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Saw this somewhere and wanted to do it for fun!
I keep returning to WoW. i hate Blizzard SO much but I love world of warcraft more. So much to do, so much to explore, things to collect and YEARS of content to fall back on.
I put a lot of thought into favorite protagonists, Looking up and down my steam library there are a LOT of great protags I love: Blaze the Cat, Strong Bad, Alyx Vance, Zagreus.. even games with a more silent, project-able protagonists- i adore a lot. Abe, Bachelor, the Boss- several chosen ones from bathesda games.. but I think I settled on Jimmy Hopkins. He's just.. a good kid with a smart mouth and a dumb ass who was thrown into a genuinely shit situation with shit people. It was him, or Razputin Aquato- who is an absolute sweetheart, even though the rest of his world- minus some close characters, kinda treat him like shit! LMAO!
A lot of my favorite games have pretty shallow antagonists.. like in the case of Bully, I really like Gary- but he disapoears for a large majority of the game before the final. Really charismatic and/or impactful BBEG like GLADoS or Arthas have warped how I percieve smaller scale villians (ex. Ripto is great but he's pretty surface level AND THATS A GOOD THING FOR SPYRO). But of them, I was debating the Glukkon from Oddworld but the Eternal Order of the Second Death I think are super impactful because of the scale and depth of their evil is so scary and terrible and cruel. (Especially their leader, Gary. A normal human being just like you or me!) and while villians like the Legion are similar, there's a down-to-earth sort of energy that makes them scarier and you want to see them dead more.
I flipped out two of them- game I love, but everyone hates and vice versa. I don't really hate a lot of games, but I do have a few I don't think are as great as people tell me they are- don't get me wrong. I do like Stardew a LOT, but it's uh.. good! It was that or Undertale. Which was good, but not great enough to warrant it's popularity.. but the fact that Deltarune exists because of Undertale is worth it. LOL.
I couldn't decide between art style winners. SO many good ones. I picked my favs. Cuphead is just.. gorgeous animation with lovely callbacks and a genuine love letter to that era of animation. Okami is just stylish and stylized and FUN! and Hades is the same way.
Inscryption's ending killed me I think.
I could NOT think of a boss fight that genuinely stood out to me. I thought: what boss fight was so fun I'd go and do it again? And none of them came to me. I think some zelda bosses might have fit here better, but Sniper Wolf stood out to me in the end.
Barnyard is an open world game before that shit got popular. It's got character choice, a crafting minigame, and pretty good music. The barn outfitting side quest is a delight and it's cool to see the barn get more popular and more lively as you progress. it's saddled with the limitations of the system, the fact that it's a licenced barnyard game and the worlds most tedious, mandatory golfing quests, but for me it's a guilty pleasure.
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THE DISCOGRAPHY PRINCIPLE, Episode 4: Coil, or: Better Git It in Your Soul
As I'm writing this piece, everyone who knows their shit is spasmodically waiting for the physical repress of Moon's Milk (In Four Phases) to hit store shelves, assuming they haven't bought it off the site. All the people who have been knowing their shit since before it was cool to do so already had the FLACs on their hard disk drives. Not to brag, but I'm part of that second group. I love gay people, I love Creative Commons licenses, I love what happens when you rub them together (in case you're wondering, you have a phenomenon called teenage lightning).
[As you're going to see throughout the piece, the remaster did come out, and it's glorious]
If you ask anyone they will probably tell you Horse Rotorvator is Coil's best, and it's not like they're wrong, but it may be a bit limiting. It goes about the same as Incunabula; refer back to the Autechre post for more clarification, but in short it's an incredibly good record that takes some extra work done in the present time because some of its sound palette choices end up making it sound a bit uncanny, if not dated. I'd rather not go with "dated" for this specific record simply because Scatology exists, and it doesn't get anymore '80s than that, not necessarily in a positive way. If we take out The Anal Staircase (by the way, great title, guys!) the rest of the tracks on Horse Rotorvator have some actually quite futureproof stuff going on, on average - sometimes bordering on prescient, like on Penetralia, just barely removed from 2010s brostep aggression, and sometimes I wish they had the hardware to process that stuff. But the big-ass reverb on the snare and percussion, the sheer nudity of the production, the way the orchestral bits and samples are integrated into the arrangements kind of make it sound like the record is striving really hard for a sound that simply could not be attained at the time of realization.
The great part is that literally nothing I said in this paragraph is a negative at all.
Compare Penetralia to, for instance, Restless Day from Scatology; or maybe even compare Ostia to Tenderness of Wolves. Both are great, sure, but while the Rotorvator just don't check out at times, the Scatology ones seem to have an expiration date written on them. Only one exception to this rule: At the Heart of It All. If I had to draw another comparison, this would probably link up to The First Five Minutes After Death, and this time it's the latter paling in comparison to the former. It sounds sickly and isolated in a special unique way, unable to fight back, devoid of any possible bite: it sounds like it saw the actual horse rotorvator, the Four Horsemen slitting the horses' throats and meshing the jawbones into a gigantic, earthshattering plough. Nothing exists beyond At the Heart of It All. Nothing survives.
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Coil, after all, always flirted with a sense of profound despair, even at their funniest and most tongue-in-cheek. This is relevant: not many other bands of their era display, or even have, that same sense of humor about not just themselves but the whole world; consequently, not many have reached the same scope of intent, and the same successful realization of said intents, as Coil. Partially unrelated: one of my favourite stories about them is that one time in the early 2000s when the rest of the band couldn't find Jhonn Balance after a gig in Greece — I think at least, I'm going off the top of my head here — so on the following morning they were forced to board their plane to their next gig in mainland Europe without him. So as they're about to play the gig without him, seeing as he simply isn't there, magically he shows up, and nobody could even imagine how he'd managed to get there on time. At the time Jhonn was already having big trouble with alcohol, had already broken up with Peter Christopherson. Many of these things I came to know through some tried-and-true Coil obsessives, and there's apparently a lot of them around: people who exchanged correspondence, cassette tapes, memories with some of the collaborators in the band or even Balance and Christopherson themselves. There's basically an army of unauthorized Coil biographers out there. But staying more strictly on the point, it's impossible to separate Coil and the lives of those who made up Coil; therefore it is impossible to separate Coil and life itself.
Some of you may remember me mentioning the aborted Autechre/Coil collab back in episode one of this series. In that very same conversation, we had a really deep dive into how Coil's attraction to — mostly Western — esotericism, even the most downright evil and uncomfortable parts of it (how could we ever forget the iconic "the industrial use of semen will revolutionise the human race" shirt?), stemmed from a more general interest in the fullness of life; and the more I think about that, the more understandable Coil's visual fascination with nature is. Four EPs, one for each of the major sun-related astronomical events introducing the four seasons; the luscious woods on the covers of the two Musick to Play in the Dark records; the rocky cliffs and the goats being a perfect aesthetic fold to The Remote Viewer's abrasive/ascetic hurdy-gurdy drones. All of this accompanied to music that seems to strive for the most eldritch effect possible — in one way or another, Coil's sound design is like looking very, very, very deep into the bottom of an abyss of your choice simply for the fun of it, or rather for the curiosity, the doubt that something of incalculable value might lie down there. We as humans really enjoy getting to know stuff much more than we enjoy actually knowing stuff, the progress of process is much more enticing to us than the staticity of completion. Coil still sound, twenty years after Balance's death and almost fifteen years after after Christopherson's death, like they are disciples. They listen just as much as we do.
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And this predisposition to listen is specifically what makes them particularly apt at speaking, too. Coil express depth because they feel deeply, ultimately, and they don't fear emotion — any emotion. Which means they are just at ease analysing the diffusion of gossip and its subsequent deformation and bloating as they are discussing alcoholism and the search for oblivion, and what's better: these topics are discussed in two sister tracks (namely Red Queen and Ether). Both tracks, alienated from the context of their respective records, sound like relatively soothing jazzy piano ballads with some lunatic saying the most out-of-pocket shit possible on top of them, and some pretty fucked up background noises going on, Red Queen being the easiest possible application of this concept. But the effect gets somehow creepier when Jhonn Balance actually introduces a recognizable melody into the mix. This is probably the best moment to talk about Jhonn Balance's voice.
If I'd talked to Dog about this piece, they probably would once again link me to Drew Schorno's piece about "vestigial shamans" (you can find it here). Balance's singing is not about technique, but at the same time it's not as simple as the boomer-like concept of mojo, either. Balance could barely carry a melody through most of the time, to a point where some Coil tracks sound like they'd benefit heavily from a guest vocalist; early on, I believe, Coil — perhaps Balance himself — must have been convinced that was the case too, and for proof just look at the plethora of external one-off collaborators brought in the fold (among many notable names, one stands tall: the legendary JG Thirlwell). Then you try to actually substitute Balance, or maybe even sing your own version of the track, and it doesn't work anymore*. It simply stops being compelling in a way that is very hard to quantify. Yet another name popping up from the Autechre piece, i.e. that of Tom Waits: it's that lived-life element mixed with the more strictly performance-related aspects of vocal interpretation that makes the difference, sure, but it's about how you cannot tell where one ends and the other begins. Tom Waits achieves this by virtue of his life-long effort to turn into his own character, i.e. by way of sheer commitment to the bit if you're so inclined; Jhonn Balance — ironic that, of these two, he should be the one using an actual pseudonym — does that by simply being a vestigial shaman, a person so profoundly wired for jumping in and out of some other world that he seemed, for better or for worse, to be unable to stop doing that.
*There is, of course, only one exception to this rule, and that is Rose McDowall, i.e. most likely a vestigial shaman herself, at least judging by her Facebook. I am lucky enough to be her virtual friend on there, and she seems like an incredibly endearing person — speaking frankly, I'd love to buy her a drink and have a conversation at one point…
The shamanicity (is that even a word?) of Coil is stunningly matched by the sound design and production: so materic it's tangible, so abstract it forces you to wonder what's on the other side of the door. You don't always want to know. In the summer of 2016 I was listening to Batwings in a dark room, for some reason, and there was a crucifix in this room; I shone a flashlight on it and the crucifix projected its shadow on the wall and at that point I very distinctly felt something powerfully trying to make its way through my ribs, into my chest. I immediately left the room. To this day this remains the sole thing in my entire life that made me firmly and unequivocally grasp possibilities beyond what we see normally. And as much as I love waxing poetic over Balance's lyrics and vocals, in this case I believe it was mostly the repetitive, simple keyboard figure — it's almost as if they'd managed to shrink down a church organ and you could now play it, volume obviously adjusted for size, within your breast pocket. But the whole array of clicks and pops, or the insanely advanced vocal processing, displayed throughout the Musick to Play in the Dark/Moon's Milk era really elevates the composition and arrangements to new heights, making them a true spectacle to listen to even on the most low-specs sound systems.
The beautiful thing is that Coil doesn't necessarily need the extra bells and whistles and, more importantly, that they know when and where to use them. This is on display throughout most of their discography, but nowhere is it clearer than on The Ape of Naples, a posthumous record that is entirely built to represent Balance's aural eulogy. One of the most overlooked tracks on the record, I'd argue, is Tattooed Man, basically a simple pop song revolving around laid-back percussion and a simple accordion melody — until, of course, Balance himself intervenes almost shouting a tale of dead lookalikes, of love and hate, of self-image and acceptance (or lack thereof) of finality. It's hard to explain why this track would be more touching to me than the more openly emotional Fire of the Mind (link) (which has one of the best opening verses in the history of recorded music, if you ask me) or Going Up (my main issue with this one is that it comes after Teenage Lightning and Amber Rain, both incredible tracks that scarred me for life — in a positive way, but I do realize its necessity in the economy of the full record of course. It just is). I guess it's touching to find that at the end of the line, even resolute spiritworld straddlers get a bit scared of their own powers. But after all, the main requisite for being a shaman is feeling more than the others — being, maybe, more human than the others.
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Nothing has the same taste when you're not there
Summary:
Participating in a multi-day seminar, Aziraphale turned off his phone.
When he finally turns it on, he sees that he has 7 missed calls, all from Crowley.
What could the demon have to say to him?
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Another soft story and I am absolutely not ashamed of it.
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Rating G - 849 words
Seven missed calls.
Aziraphale had turned off his phone for the duration of the seminar, refusing to be disturbed during the event he had been waiting for so long. He had just turned it on, right after getting into the cab that was taking him home.
He had seven missed calls.
All from Crowley.
He had only left a voicemail with the last call.
Aziraphale looked at his phone a few times, a little puzzled. If it had been urgent, Crowley probably wouldn't have used the phone and would have come straight to him no matter when or where.
But he had called it seven times.
Why?
Once for every day he was away.
Seven days, the length of the Aziraphale seminar.
The angel dialed the code to listen to the voicemail.
"Hi Angel, it's me Crowley. Yes, of course it's me. I mean, in case you thought it was someone pretending to be me. That's me. The proof is that I know your favorite ice cream is a vanilla with a flake."
Aziraphale couldn't hold back a chuckle, as this message was so typically Crowley.
There was no way to doubt it was his demon.
"You're probably wondering why all these missed calls, right? When I know for a fact that you can't answer this number because you're in a seminar, probably sitting quietly taking notes on some obscure manuscript from whatever era. But that’s how it is, today you've been gone for seven days. I've been calling you every day, just because I miss your voice, because I miss hearing you talk. You know, coming into the shop at the end of the day, having a nice glass of wine and all that. To be honest I'm drinking this nice glass of wine right now. But even wine doesn't taste the same when you're not there to share it. I probably even drank a little too much to dare tell you these things. I realize I sound like an incredible idiot."
Aziraphale didn't think it was foolish at all. In fact, he found it rather endearing.
Someone was missing him so much. Someone would call his phone once a day, just to hear the sound of his voice. It was more flattering than stupid, especially since it was the demon he loved.
Crowley's voice continued, "And today, when you'll be back in a few hours, I wanted to tell you again that more than your voice, I really miss talking to you. About everything. My plants. Adam's latest antics. The new dessert from the bakery around the corner. The last book you read. That new rock band I discovered. What I'm going to cook at night. Who's going to cook at night. About everything and nothing. The silence is killing me."
There was a pause and Aziraphale clearly heard Crowley sigh before he resumed, "I'm stopping before I get dramatic. Yeah, yeah I already am, I know. I just miss you, that's all. Come home soon Angel. I love you."
Aziraphale hadn't felt like making fun of Crowley at the beginning of the message at all, and he felt even less like it now.
He restrained himself from telling the driver to drive even faster.
He couldn't wait to tell Crowley in person that he had missed his voice too.
That he missed talking to him too.
That he missed his smile.
That he missed everything that was their daily life now.
That he missed Crowley. Just him.
Aziraphale was in such a hurry that he had to try three times before he could put the key in the lock.
It was late, so he tried to be quiet in case Crowley was asleep. He saw that light was coming from the living room door and, barely taking the time to put down his suitcase and hang up his coat, he entered the room.
There, he couldn't help but smile fondly as he spotted Crowley asleep on the couch, an empty wine glass threatening to fall from his hand.
He approached, knelt down to the level of his head and gently took the glass from the demon’s hand. Just as carefully, he ran his hand over the cheek of Crowley, who woke up.
In a voice hoarse from sleep, he said softly, "Hi Angel, welcome home.
Aziraphale leaned in and kissed him softly. When he pulled back, Crowley rubbed his eyes and sat up so the angel could sit next to him.
Once settled, Aziraphale put his arm around Crowley's shoulders and the demon nuzzled against him, murmuring softly, "I missed this too. And I've missed you. So much."
Sleep made him speak even more sincerely than usual, so Aziraphale could only reciprocate, replying with the same genuineness.
He pressed a lingering kiss to Crowley's hair and replied, "I know. I understand it perfectly because I missed you in exactly the same way. So much."
They stayed for long minutes like that, in each other's arms, reveling in the bliss of being together.
They would have time to talk.
Later.
For now, the essential had been said.
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Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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Got a case of insomnia, its 2am on a Sunday... don't think many other people are up right now so.... more "blorbo from my work" even though my audience (I don't have a tumblr for an audience though, I have it to shout into the void) is uninterested...
I found music from one of his old bands on youtube. He wrote most of the songs on that album. Not linking it though. From the early 2000s, which was when he (and a lot of guys) were being offensive on purpose, the real "edgy" era. 2 of the 4 guys in that band are dead now.
I don't have a youtube account or... is it google that own youtube now? ... to comment. But I almost want to make an account just so I can comment. To counter the image. To counter the other commenters who only know how f'd up the band and its members were and how f'd up the lyrics were
He's alive, I want to tell them. He's alive and my friend. He's alive and not like this anymore.... he never really was... just mad at the world for how he was treated, from the things he'd been through and things he saw.... in a way it was all a cry for help because he felt like no one cared about him for most of his life so he might as well be mean back, like a wounded cornered animal... he's alive and keeps telling me I'm "too kind" because he didn't have much kindess in his life, why couldn't any of you have been kind? ... he's alive and we went to a lighthouse for the view and a while later he gave me a little lighthouse knicknack to remember it by... he's alive and we give eachother books, sometimes lending, othertimes to keep, he loves the library, we went to a library booksale together... He's alive and he's so good, you have no idea how good he can be, how soft his voice can be when he's neither in pain nor putting on a goofy act.... and how much I cherish those moments, when its just him and me talking, in hushed tones...
He's alive but teetering on the edge... because he's in so much pain, so often... physical pain, emotional pain, so many bad memories... he's alive but often hints at not wanting to be, almost looking forward to being dead, hoping that when he gets to the end of it, he'll get a do-over, a better chance where he won't make the same mistakes and will be around better people.... I keep trying to convince him he can still have things to look forward to, to give him things to look forward to, fun "field trips" and little gifts
He's alive and I'm doing everything I can to keep him alive, afraid that one day I'll go into work and he won't be.... won't be there and won't be alive...
And yet he'll be the one to ask me every week if I'M the one who will be there on Monday, afraid that I'm the one who will die...
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After paying more attention to Yuta I can now agree with the author, his crush on WinWin was real, same with Woo (although this new one is less serious). And he is probably bi, he just wants to love and to be loved (the words he said about Doyoung, but in truth are about him). And the real shift in his dynamic with Do actually happened after the 2nd anniversary (remember how he took a glass with vine away, preventing Do knocking it with his arm? the care he didn’t show before. also during one of recent vids (was it guessing k-pop songs by emoji?) he stroked Do’s back, consoling, which I’d never seen before).
This is from your blog and sorry for for bringing out the past but I have a doubt here..you said yt shifted his dynamic toward dy happend at second anniversary I.e after jaedo comeout right? You meant he started to care for dy right? Then how was it before? Does he hate or ignore dy? I knw they were like tom and jerry before not dislike though...I dont understand can you explain? And if yt is bi like you said does it mean he ever had a crush on dy? Did you felt like that? And what about now ? Do you think he have a crush on mark or ty or woo? We dont knw unless he tell us but did you felt it? That's it for my doubt can you clear it?? And thank you in advance....
When I just came to the fandom, YuWin was super popular, much more than YuMark. Many said Yuta had a real crush. As a newbie I thought it was the normal shipper's talk and YuWin was just fanservice. It's after I saw Yuta with Woo I went back and reevaluated YuWin (that, and NCT Life in Seoul). I think it was a Yuta and Hansol moment that persuaded me Yuta is bi. He was young and couldn't control himself yet (same goes for JaeDo, they were much more obvious with their flirting and crushes, as well as reactions to other men, during trainee times).
I know there are rumours about Yuta dating a man nowadays, he was seen with him in cafes and such, but I don't know how grounded the rumours are as I don't specifically look for more info on the topic.
I had a post on DoYu, the shift. Yuta started to change his attitude earlier than the anniversary. During Chain era, if I remember correctly.
Yuta always liked Do, he was just jealous of him. Yuta wanted to be a singer in the group, he didn't want the dancer position he was basically pushed into. Remember how he said he once bought a ticket to Japan without telling anyone, it was Rino who stopped him and made him believe that he also has a spot, a role in the group, that everyone is important.
We don't talk about the elephant in the room, but Yuta did several cosmetic surgeries, he had (and still has) problems with self image. Do's nosejob just lifted up the tip of the nose, Yuta really changed his face. And 2017-early 2018 was his lowest time, I think. He became a changed person with Regular (he accepted his dancer position, started dancing properly, started taking singing lessons and actually consulted Do on vocals, seeked his help).
I think DoYu getting closer was the result of Yuta himself changing for the better (he stopped being envious and petty) and JaeDo being an example of following their feelings (getting together instead of supressing), coming out to the group and being accepted.
I'm positive Yuta has no crush when it comes to Mark, he is just comfortable with him. I don't know about Tae, however, I doubt it (I don't remember any sus moments). The crush on Woo is probably over, but I need to watch something and re-evaluate.
I've never considered Yuta having a crush on Do, to be honest... I do think it's plausible looking at Yuta's behaviour (he is Do's secret fanboy, actually listens to his non-NCT songs). Not a developed crush, just "ah, what a nice person, I get these fuzzy feelings when he cares about me". A possibility that never was explored because Jaehyun claimed Do first. A crush on a dear friend. DoYu wouldn't have happened in any case though, I always struggle with this ship in fanfics, it's just hard to imagine. Yuta noticeably goes soft when someone shows him love, he craves love.
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Nigazh (Chapter - 9)
Umaiyal POV
'What you are doing! Why you are now rummaging through your bag?' Vandiayadevan asked me trying to get answers. God can he just shut up for a minute, if not for his charming nature I would have punched him so bad and I would have felt sorry afterward anyway.
'Oh, My God! Can you just shhh? I am going to change into these, then we can continue our journey' I said and showed him the men's clothes which I have with me in case of need and now it is in need. As I know, We will be seeing the future love of Dev, I don't want them to know my real nature. And also she is the most intelligent sibling of the lot and I want to stay clear and not cause any distractions as much as possible.
'Got them!' I said waving the clothes.
'Ok you wait here and I will go and change into these' I said and went behind a big bush that is great for hiding my body from other passersby. Oh now, I can understand how nomads would feel. As I changed into the comfy clothes that men wear in this era but of course with modesty to cover my upper body with a shirt that hides my chest. But who am I kidding I am not that developed in that area so thankfully that won't be a problem. I then rubbed some wet sand into my skin to appear darker and prayed that it won't spoil my skin!
'Woah! What have you done to your face' Dev asked as I went outside. I just rolled my eyes and showed him the wet sand.
'You know you are way smarter for your age' He said and ruffled my hair and I hit his arm. I tied my hair and covered it with a towel tying them in place.
'Just cause you don't have any that doesn't make me smarter. But I take the compliment I laughed at his offended reaction. He continued to pout cause I insulted his intelligence and I laughed so hard unable to control it.
But my laugh died out once I saw the chariot which is currently standing before the place which we intended to visit. Oh yes, the Queen is here!! Well, I love Kundavai, even more than Arunmozhi if you ask. I admire her for her intelligence, her attitude, and how she represents herself. To me, she is the kingmaker as she is the advisor of Arunmozhi himself, and how he always listens to her say a lot.
I buffed my chest and tried to make look big and believable as a boy.
'If you are trying to look like a man then you are absolutely failing' Dev whispered into my ear and I pushed him into the door. He stumbled and held to the door for support but that didn't help as the door opened and he fell right into the room where three figures are currently in there. My eyes bulged and I know Dev's are too.
There stood the beauty and the brain of the Chola dynasty, Which is behind of all major great thinking. Who is a kingmaker herself, Who can able to tell about one's nature by just being with them. Who makes sure to keep her country's people happy. Who built hospitals for her people. I am just awestruck by her as she looked at Dev curious with a small smile. And I couldn't help but smile as a bidding romance starts in front of me. But the smile in her smile vanished as her eyes turned to meet mine. Something about her face tells me that she is studying me and I tried to smile to ease my nervousness. I finally noticed Vanathi who is standing behind Kundhavai, sorry Vaanu I am blinded by Kundhavai Pirattiyar's beauty, I thought to myself.
'What happened thambi? Are you alright?' Kundanthai Josiyars voice asked from inside Dev who just look like he is flying in love. I nudged him and he comes to the real world.
As both the princess left but not before taking a couple of glances at me we went inside to get whatever info Dev is hoping to get. But before we even sit Josiyars words made me look like a deer caught in headlights.
'Seems Madhurai Meenakshi finally graced her presence in the Chola Kingdom' The exact words made both of me and Dev looks back at each other. Boy, this is not going to be easy.
Somewhere in Kodi Karai
Two figures walking in the middle of the woods filled with tall trees, trying to reach the location as said. As they reached they saw a couple of people already there.
'Seems you finally grace your presence to us' the people who are waiting said and bowed their heads in respect.
'No formalities needed Ravidasa, as I told you before I am one of you guys' The guy who meet his Mohini yesterday said with a smile.
'You are Paranthaka Sundara Pandiyan's son, Our King Veera Pandiyan's Nephew, Who left the palace to get revenge on Cholas who caused the death of your Uncle. You are not just one of us! You are our Prince, but if that is your wish then we will do so' Ravidasan said and bowed respectfully.
Aadheeran looked at his friend and smiled. 'Seems Kotravai showed us the prophecy yesterday' His words made others silent. They know that the interest in the girl that came out of nowhere is something beyond the prophecy for the prince who is smiling to himself.
'Aadheera, yes it is finally come true. But She is already on the other side as of the news coming from' His friend Amuthan said with a sad voice.
'It doesn't matter which side she is on, what matter is which side she will be choosing and will be at the end. I will make sure to have her as she is mine to be with' Others know that Aadheeran is not someone who jokes something like this.
'Aadheera she is the prophecy, but your obsession with her seems more than just that' Ravidasan said in a quiet voice.
'She is not just a prophecy to me, She is mine! and I will have her one way or another. Out of all these years, why has she appeared now? It is meant to be! I will have her and she will have my child. So that no one in the upcoming years would even think about plotting against Pandyan Dynasty!' His voice roared through the woods not caring who heard it.
After he saw her yesterday he couldn't just let go of her. No way he would allow those Chola tigers to have her and take her away. He will kill everyone if that is what takes him to get her.
To Be continued...
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Monthly Mupppets Madness: Seasame Street Presents: Follow That Bird Review!: A Film that Will DestroY you In A Good Way ( Brought To You By Emma Fici)
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Hello all you happy muppets nad welcome back to Monthly Muppet Madness. Today's review is brought to you by the letters W and B as I finally got told how to get to Seasame Street! Yes after touching on them in Muppet Family Christmas it's time to give Kermit's other family a proper look with their feature debut FOLLOW. THAT. BIRD. This one.. has been delayed a bit, but we're finally here.
It also.. puts me out of my element as i'm way more familiar with the muppets as a troupe than I am with their public education forebearers, having only watched some as a kid too young to remember any of it (I scarely remember having a tickle me elmo), and as an adult watching his nicce and nephew, where it was very diffrent. I know the muppet side fine, but knew none of the adult performers as they were all gone by the time I was growing up and certainly by the time my niece and nephew came in.
For a brief history Seasame Street was created by producer Joan Ganz Cooney and LLoyd Morrisett , VP of the Carnigie Foundation, both things i only learned when looking this up on wikipedia but both vital. With crticism of tv at a high, the two decided to weaponize it's addictive qualities for good, to create educational programming to help kids in poorer areas who may not have access to as quality education, as well as promote diversity. The result was Seasame Street. Jim Henson was asked aboard as his muppets were incredibly popular and Cooney knew what she had. Jim didn't want to do it at first as he was worried it'd make it seem like the muppets were just "for children", a fear that sadly came true as it made getting the muppet show out there harder.. but he relented. It was a good cause and they inteded to make the show alla ges: mainly to edcuate small chidlren but entertaning enough their parents and older siblings wouldn't change the channel.
It goes without saying Henson was key to the shows success, with many of his performers joining the cast and while he had to wittle down to just performing his characters as the muppet show took off it's clear he loved these characters too.
Seasame Street naturally became the monster hit it is today, big with kids, loved by the kids who grew up with it and well loved, parodied with affectoina nd generally important. It's so relevant that last year it even got a newer parody survivial street about a ragtag group of public education performers fighting for seasame street in the post apocalypse. And if your wondering if that'll be covered her eventaully
(can confirm)
When I don't know the in pile is pretty big over here.
At any rate as for how follow that bird happened
(daffy hands)
I tried my best but from my usual first choices (wikipedia and the muppets wiki to at least start) to combing I couldn't find anything behind the scnenes on why this film was made.
I found out what I could but I can't tell you why the film came to be.
What I can is that it wasn't a huge success in theaters. It got slammed right up against films such as back to the future and pee wee's big adventure, and thus got utterly destroyed, not helped by WB barely promoting it and mostly saying "EH WE GOT BIG BIRD".
Thankfully like Muppet's Christmas Carol after it, Home Video and in this case HBO gave it a second life, so many an 80's and 90's kid saw the film and loved it young and slightly older, and the film became a bit of a cult classic. Yet despite having seen many a film from the Jim Henson era of muppets until sitting down for this review i'd never seen this one. So with fresh eyes join me under the cut as you, me, the seasame street players, a misguided racist social service bird, two shady canadian sketch comedy actors, and more FOLLOW. THAT. BIRD!
This is More Soul Destroying Than I Expected:
This film taught me NEVER to underestimate a muppet production. See I thought , much like it's succesor, this would be a light film , a road picture about finding big bird. Which it is.. what I didn't expect.. was for it to do THIS to me.
For those of you less familiar Follow That Bird is about the fedral council of birds deciding that Big Bird cann't POSSIBLY be happy without other birds around, so they send Mrs. Finch to go take him from his happy found family and stick him with a bird family. Yes today's show is brought to you by Bird Racisim.
HIs family reluctantly lets him go as he's curious to have a bird family, and is too innocent to relaize the system's broken. I didn't expect a muppet film to be an indictment of social services and unittional racisim and shame on me for not thinking they could do it. THey do it well too: Miss FInch isn't INTENTIONALLY racist, she's just so set in her ways she genuinely CAN'T see why Big Bird would be happy where he is and dosen't put any real thought into his placement, putting him with the dim witted dodos. The Dodo's themselves aren't BAD people, they just don't know how to take care of big bird like their own childrne, lack his imagination. Even Big Bird can't understand writing a letter asking "Why am I not happy?"
The only bad thing they genuinely do intetionally.. is tell Big BIrd he should have a bird friend instead, which gets him to run away. And what makes all this more painful is that Big Bird.. is a kind kid. He writes the dodo's a thank you note and simply wants to go home and being only 6, yes really, he dosen't get that he can't just walk home, how dangerous that is, and how CPS will be right after him. Carrol Spinney does a masterful job conveying Big Bird's innocnece and pain throughout the picture and part of why it hits so hard is his earnestness. It makes me miss the guy that much more seeing just HOW brilliant he was in the role. THe heart the emotion, he's a true master at Muppetry.
The film DOES ballance the melancholy at the center well: while it's got a downbeat tone in a lot of it for obvious reasons, it ballances it with heart: Big Bird is warmly naive and befriends anyone he meets wehter it's some small children or you'd expect or of all people country music legend I know nothing about whatsoever Waylon Jennings. Why is it the Seasame Street Movie iis one of the weirder ones i've seen. It's Big Bird's genuine kindness and childish innocence that keep the film from getting too dark. For instance with said kids we go form him sadly reflecting on being alone to spending a day with the kids goofing off while their parents are trapped in the negative zone, I guess.
Also helping are the rest of the main cast. Naturally while Big Bird's the titular bird to follow , our heroes are going to follow him. They see a news report about his running away lead by Chevy Chase, with of course Kermit showing up in his original role as newsman, something that's werid to me. This was also Jim's last film performance as Kermit, and it seems fitting that kermit end his film career with some old friends.
So the Seasame Street crew splits up into teams: America's faviorite power couple in a biplane,the count riding solo in his bat mobile ah ah ah, Maria (the big sister style oft voice of reason on the team) unfortunatley gets saddled with Oscar who in natural oscar fashion keeps derailing the quest, and Gordon, his sister olivia, and Cookie monster all pile into a car with Linda, a local deaf librarian. ALl the human actors are pretty good but me and @jess-the-vampire got a good chuckle out of the fact that they still act like their on a show for small children with all the overacting that implies. Having seen seasame street I spotted the style ofa cting at once and it still works fine here it's just weirder to see it when the stakes are far higher. Linda is the easy stand out, a deaf actress who not only revolutionzed portryals of deaf people on tv with her apperances on seasame street but is damn funny and energetic the whole film and is easily the standout of the huaman performers. And of course capping them all off is Grover on his own as SUPER GROVER!
Along the way the gang gets into various hyjinks: Bert and Ernie go upside down and sing an upside down song while chasing Big BIrd north by northwest style, something we'll get into more when we get to their song.
We also get one of my faviorite set pieces as Oscar forces his party to go to the goruch cafe, with only Linda going inside (Telly and some other guy are also along) with him: we get sandra berhanrd as a waitress, the food you'd imagine from a place like this and then throw up from thinking that, and salad served by catapult.
Finally we have one of my faviorite runners, the fact that Cookie monster spends the entire movie SLOWLY eating Gordon's car. By the end it's barely back and he owes them
I was also suprised he ate something besides a cookie. Granted unlike others I didn't get my hackles up when he switched to veggies, I got why, but I assumed those were the only two things he ate.. and was delighed when emma pointed me to THIS PAGE ON THE MUPPET WIKI.
Yes folks it's a list of EVERYTHING cookie monster has ate. My faviorites include:
An Aretha Franklin Record
The Most Snowballs
Two Safes
Telephone
1973 Ford F-250 Pickup Truck
Nearly All of Seasame Street
Brick Wall
Filmstrip and Rosebud
A Baskedt
Faith Hill and Tim MCGraw's Kaledioscope
Ernie's Ukelele
Smoking Pipes
A Guitar (And never drew a dime)
Ernie's Frying Pan
Autumn Leaves
NPR Microphone
Stephen Colbert's Peabody Award
Emmy
A Sneaker
Wooden Toy House
TV Guide Logo
Mattresses
A Rock
Two Hot Dogs and a Donut
Bust Stop Sign
Paper Clip, Egg Timer, and Microwave Cords
Jack Black's Xbox 360
Half of Ernie's PIllow
Bicycle
Dr. Zhivagho
John Oliver's Tie
And just for the anti vegtable eating idiots: An apple, bannaa, carrot, grapes, watermellon, yam, two apples ah ah ah, asaparagus, raisins, cucumber spears, carrot sticks, more apples, even more apples, and more bananas.
I also had no idea he and Ernie used to be friends.. though I can see why it's also in past tense. Where was I? Oh yes, these antics help ballance the deep sadness of the main plot making things work: we see plenty of misery from poor big bird, but the wacky hyjinks ballance it just so.
Speaking of which in addition to the muppets, what good would a muppet film be without a hammy villian who can match the muppets. And this one picked two excellent canditates, two people I never thoguht i'd see in a muppet film and who had I known were in this would've watched it long before I started this series: Dave Thomas and Joe Flahrety as Sam and Sid Sleaze!
Yeah for most of you they'd be before your generation.. or mine even. But thanks to binging SCTV dvd's in college I know these two as sketch performers supreme and with the film shot in canada, they were perfect. The two perfeclty play the sleazes as over the top villians with Sam as the slightly smater one asnd Sid as the goofy idiot, and both hamming it up as they tended to anyway. Their bits tend to read as an SCTV sketch that ocasionally guest stars muppets, and that is not ab ad thing> The bit with them extording a nickle from a kid to let him off a ferris wheel kill me and the two's comedic timing is great, with dave in paticular getting to ham it up about money. The two are just fantastic, while also being nicely cruel when needed whent hey imprisoin a 6 year old for thier own finacial gain. The shot of joe crying druing the most heartbreaking scene of the film, which we'll ocne again get to shortly, is something i'll be using for some time
The two are just great and as an added bonus I assumed, being a big star at this point, John Candy wouldn't share a scene with his two co stars… and I was wrong as John's one cameo is arresting the two fo them and i'ts glorious. I would like to see the rest of the sctv cast such as rick moaranis, eugene levy and cathrine o hara show up in a muppets production if they haven't yet as this showed me just how great it could be, and while they never got their co stars success, Dave and Joe REALLY are on the level of the others and this film shows it. Their easily top tier muppet villians and only charles grodin or tim curry may surpass them.
Thankfully the Sleazes don't kidnap big bird long as some kids call seasaame street, they call our various heroes and they come resuce him. I also love how adorable the climactic chase is. They managed to get Big Bird's cage open before the sleazes took off with him, but Big Bird bein ga children is reluctant to jump and takes some gentle coaxing to jump.
Naturally they return home and while Mrs. Finch finds them she finally realizes family is not your species or race.. but who you love and who loves you and agrees to back the hell off. It's a happy ending and a truly great film. The film deftly ballances comedy and melacholy to create something truly special, that's just sappy enough without going too far and really touches the heart. It also has a great soundtrack and has been tradition lately, let's break it down:
Musical Muppetry:
We oepn with the Grouch Anthem, a gloriously batshit way to open the film as Oscar stands in front of a flag pattons tyle and goes on and on about his grouchy creed while other grouches back him up. Did I see this coming? No. Did I love every second of it? You better you bet.
Ain't No Road Too Long is our Waylon Jennings number and I loved it too, a nice jolly road song. The kind you need in this kind of film in the vein of movin right along or on the open road.
One LIttle Star is truly heartbrekaing as Big Bird and Snuffy sing to each other in absentia, as does Olivia because apparently she did this a lot. If a small child and his weird friend who everyone assumed wasn't real for several years , and his surrogate aunt singing about how much they miss each other dosne't break your heart you do not have one and I do not know why your here.
Easy Goin Day is a fun number with Kermit playing with some other kids. Simple, nice, and a nice break from the overwhelming misery before OH NO MISS FINCH IS BACK.
Upside Down World is probably my faviorite number, burt and ernie just singing upside down in a plane… and Jim Henson and Frank Oz really WERE upside down for this one, and sang it upside down as a result. The dedication these men have to a good muppet stunt is amazing and I love them for it.
I'm So Blue comes very close though and if you thought One LIttle Star was heartbreaking, this is heart atomizing as poor Kermit sings painted blue in a cage while Joe Flarhety rightfully sobs. one of the saddest, most emotoinal numbers in any muppet film and only not THE most emotoinal because When Love is Gone exists. True poetry
Rankings:
The sountrack as you can see lands in a solid fourth place, just inching out the muppets take manhattan. It's good but it's not the best.
Movie wise it also lands in fourth beating out Muppet Treasure Island, as I feel the character work is stronger here, and given how hard it's been to crack the top spots that's high praise but this film more than earns it. If you haven't seen it yet it's on HBO Max and I highly recommend it and i'm happy to own it. Check it out as soon as you can.
Next Month: Emma takes a break and it's Kev's turna s we enter one of the muppets few purely for adults experiments as live from new york IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT with the land of gorch. Thanks for reading…. this has been a great year of content and I can't wait to see what year 2 of monthly muppets brings.
#seasame street#muppets#big bird#oscar the grouch#sctv#linda#grover#super grover#burt#ernie#burt x ernie#telly#kermit the frog#chevy chase#dave thomas#joe flaherty
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Ayo its spooky season! How would tokrev’s characters handle t h i s : time to go to bed, you’re about to go to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom when suddenly a hand shout from under the bed and grab their hankles! Oh it’s just their lovely partner being a silly goof ❤️ look at this, they’re using their hand as a puppet and telling them "haha! You have been bitten by the monster under the bed!" And "my power has weakened, i must retreat! Hihi" before disappearing from under the bed. What a weirdo-
"Sorry i didn’t hear what you were saying, can you repeat?" Says their partner… coming out of the bathroom…
Bonus: no ones under the bed 😱
Ps: i need a good laugh. Hope this humor you, if not, you can ignore this 👋
OKAY THIS ONE IS LIT ASF AND IM A SUCKER FOR ROMCOM WITH A BIT OF HORROR. LETS DO THIS
Characters : TOMAN ERA ; Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Sanzu and Takemitchy.
It was 5pm in the evening, you were getting ready for the movie night with you bf. He said he's gonna take a quick shower but its been an hour. Was he really showering or did he probably escape out of the small window on top of the room? You surely did non know. Sighing to yourself, you went inside ur shared bedroom decorated with the polaroids of you and him, some fairy lights and and a vine like thing hanging in the walls. You were about to knock on the bathroom's door until you heard something move under ur bed. 'Was it a mice?' You thought to urself. You were pretty scared but you still decided to check it out. That's when u saw a pair of hands covered with a fur or a sock like thing, you honestly didn't know what it was at the moment. Walking near the weird sock puppet, silently chuckling to urself about ur silly boyfriend. Just as u were near the bed frame, it grabbed one of your ankles and said, "Hehe, you have been bitten by the monster under the bed!!!" With few tiny laughs in between. You couldn't help but laugh along with ur precious sweetheart, he was the cutest one in the whole world and you are gonna protect him no matter what <3. You reached out ur hand to hold his not-so-bigger-than-yours hands when it suddenly said, "ouch, my power has weakened, I must retreat right now to the depths of hell" and u were damn sure he had a pout on his face at the moment cuz how could he not? You knew him too well ofcourse. Just as you were opening your mouth to say something to him, you heard the bathroom door opening. Silently muttering a small 'huh?' To urself, you turned around to see your boyfriend with nothing but a pair of shorts and a towel on his hands, drying his now wet hair.
Mikey:
Was genuinely confused why you would talk to yourself out of nowhere. Totally didn't believe it when you told him what happened. Even though he did check under the bed, the whole room literally everywhere it where was the cut looking but mischievous talking puppet u mentioned? Nowhere. Shrugged it off thinking you were getting him back for eating your part of dorayaki which you bought the day before.
Draken:
Unlike mikey, draken was concerned thinking it was an intruder. Even though what spilled from ur mouth didn't seem believable he did he best to check for the creepy thing. After searching for an hour or so, he sais he'd hire an exorcist or a medium to get rid of that thing scaring you. Afterall you're only his to scare. Yes he did proceed to comfort you by baking some cookies cookies together later. Afterall, why watch movies when you can spend some quality time with your boyfriend baking cookies <3
Mitsuya:
He's the caring and comforting boyfriend. No cap fr. He would give you long hugs and cuddles saying its gonna be okaym he'd check the room,the house, literally the whole neighbourhood to make sure you feel safe. Would buy holy water and stuffs just in case <3
Baji:
Mf literally takes you straight to a therapist after finding nothing under ur bed. "Putting up with me was really hard you gotta get urself a therapist huh?". Would legit prank you by scaring you outta nowhere too. Is a bitch bit deep down he spent hours searching for the doll after you went to sleep. Oh— did I mention he literally bought religious items like a cross, holy water, pics/statues of Jesus, allah, Lord shiva etc.... just to ensure ur safety even if he doesn't believe in religions amd related stuffs.
Kazutora:
"Huh? ........ Babe you serious?" Would proceed to smack the back of ur head with something to get some sense inside ur head (not as rough as with shin, so dw ). Yeah no mf literally tried to put you in a coma for the next 1000 years to come. Atleast tye others tried to check the room but him? All he did was drag you to the living room saying you were just hallucinating and proceeded to make u watch a horror movie :]
Sanzu:
Would think you're joking or maybe you took some of his drugs unknowingly and check for any signs but once he found out that you haven't consumed any of them, he'd check the house frantically. Practically running here and there just to make sure no such thing exists. It would be a threat or harm to mik— you. Yes you, no one else, definitely not for mikey. Even though hes loyal af to mikey, he's just as the same with with you. You're like the color to his life, the rainbows in his stormy skies, Cotton candy dreams to his hellish nights. Would stay awake for hours comforting you, Helping you if you had any problems. Would definitely move outta the haunted place soon.
Takemitchy:
He definitely did laugh when you told him. Asked you to stop saying silly things. All until he realized you weren't joking. Would search the bed but since he's too scared to do it alone, he'd call mikey and draken to help with it. When they found nothing down there, mitchy thanked them when they left and suggested for you both to go on a walk. It was calming and peaceful. He thought it was maybe because you were too stressed with work and pressure but deep down, he knew there were other chances too. Chances which would involve bloodshed and a loy of creepy stuffs. But lets not think about it for now okay? Afterall, you were his priority now. Not a stupid musty ass ghost which has no better things to do than making others feel miserable.
⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐ @/anon
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