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artofvisualshock · 14 days

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Messages from the GazettE to the fans (Google translations)

〈 RUKI 〉

At the end, he said, "I want the GazettE to be forever." I think what he meant by "forever" was that he hoped that the amazing scenes he saw from the stage in 2023 would continue forever.

The scenes he saw with his fans, the happy faces of his fans, and the scenes where we all sang together were treasures that could not be replaced by anything else, and I think he hoped that moment would continue forever.

I remember him saying that he wanted to perform live soon.

Even now that he's grown up, he was a kind and passionate man who can honestly say, "Even if something bad happens, it's the most fun when we get together like this and laugh with the band members."

I loved that honesty.

This year was no different, and every year on our birthdays we would jokingly tell each other to take care of our health.

The band will never be a four-man band.

No matter what anyone says.

Because you're the only bassist we have.

Because I believe that my soul is always beside me to the right.

I'm sure everyone can feel it, even if they can't see it.

The proof that Reita has built up in the GazettE so far will not disappear and will definitely live on.

I believe that, so I will continue to sing beside him so that his soul can be right beside me.

I will not become the GazettE that Reita hates.

I don't want to make him sad.

Although all humans live in a finite life, I believe that souls never disappear.

Reita's soul, the members, myself, and the fans.

I want to continue to perform live shows that make all the people who loved me want to come back to the stage forever, even after they have become souls.

So it is only with each and every one of our fans that we can create the scenery that we hoped he would be eternal.

That's why I want him to stay by my side and be there, unchanged from now on.

He should look at me and smile, and think, "He was the best guy!", rather than looking at me with a sad face.

We are more determined than ever to protect this band.

We will make Reita's wish for eternity come true.

So, Reita, rest assured that you can come to every live show from heaven.

Your seat will always be there.

You're going to be super busy from now on.

I'll contact you again when the schedule is decided.

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<Uruha>

To all the fans who have supported REITA up until now.

I think he was a huge support for everyone, and for me.

I myself have not been able to accept and realize the fact that he is no longer here and that we can no longer stand on stage together.

There may be many things that I will come to understand little by little from now on.

However, if I continue to be drowning in sadness, I will not be able to make his wish for eternity come true, and I strongly feel that now is the time for me to have the strength to look forward and move forward.

I also think that the path we walked together until now was irreplaceable for him, and I think it will continue to live in the hearts of everyone and myself.

He gave us so much, and we walked together for so long, and he is still and will always be our best friend.

Please treasure all the words, memories, and love he left behind in your heart.

REITA will continue to exist and live in everyone's hearts.

We would like to express our sincere gratitude to everyone who has supported and cheered on the GazettE REITA.

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〈 Aoi 〉

For a long time, the members and a small staff have been working on various projects, saying "this and that," but writing this letter was the last thing I wanted to do.

There have been moments when I felt like giving up on my dreams.

Every time, we talked about it again and again, sometimes pushing each other, and pulling the members' arms so that they wouldn't give up.

Because we were such a band, the GazettE has been able to keep moving forward without stopping.

REITA, you're not the one who wishes for eternity, you're the one who connects eternity.

I can't say something clever like "I'll take care of you."

I wanted to make more music with you, and see more scenery together.

Every scenery is wonderful because we see it with the five of us, surrounded by our fans.

I don't know why, but it's so painful that I can't make it happen even though I have so many things I want to say.

When I get there, I'm going to start with a big lecture. I know it's lonely because we're gone so suddenly, but please take a rest until then.

I have a few more things to do here.

Thank you for walking this long road with me. Rest in peace.

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〈 Kai 〉

For me, REITA is an immeasurably big presence, saved by his many words and sounds, the mood maker for the band, and all I remember are really fun things, and above all, the sight of him shining on stage.

He is the best partner and the only one in the rhythm section.

That has never changed, and will never change in the future.

I want to continue carrying his feelings and continue with the GazettE with even greater resolve.

Finally, to all the fans and people involved who have supported us for the past 22 years.

Thank you very much.

And from now on, our feelings will remain the same and we would like to continue running as a group of five, so please continue to support us.

REITA

Thank you for all your hard work.

With the same feelings, we will continue to protect the GazettE together with our many friends... I promise.

There are many friends out there who don't want your 22 years to go to waste, and they are waiting for you.

You must come to our shows too!

Let's have some good sake again.

#the gazette #reita #rip #uruha #ruki #aoi #kai

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firstkanaphans · 2 months

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I know this post is only for like two people, but I’m going to make it anyway. So, my obsession with Dead Friend Forever finally reached critical levels and I resorted to binge-watching The Hidden Character just to get more content. For those that don’t know, The Hidden Character (which they literally call “THC”) was the reality show Be On Cloud used to cast DFF. It is bad. Like really bad. And not in a it’s-so-bad-it’s-good-type way. It’s one of the most exploitative pieces of media I have ever watched. I walked into it with a favorable view of BOC, Mile, Apo, and Pond (the CEO), and walked out of it hating all of them.

A small collection of things that happened over the 11-episode run:

Everyone was told that they had to share every single aspect of their life with the viewers or they would be eliminated. And, in fact, the first person eliminated was told that it was because he wasn’t being open enough with the audience. They filmed these boys—one of whom was only seventeen at the time—talking explicitly about their sex lives. Which is, of course, fine to talk about. It’s not fine to air it on television! Even some of the games themselves contained sexually suggestive content (i.e. Which do you prefer "eating" with—your hands or your mouth? If you were to cheat on your significant other, would it be just sex or a full-blown affair?)

During the first part of the show, everyone had a secret that the other players were supposed to guess. One of the player’s secret was that he used to be homophobic. (Questionable casting for a company that only hires men, but I digress). He was praised for having changed his mind. In contrast, JJay’s secret was that he was raised in an abusive household and had once hit his father. Pond crucified the poor guy for this. He made him sit there in front of the whole cast sobbing and apologize for hitting his dad who was an abusive asshole.

After the first half of the show—which served absolutely no purpose at all—we finally move onto the acting portion. This is, after all, supposed to be a talent competition. The judges were so mean. Especially Apo. He was like the Simon Cowell of BOC. There was no constructive component to their criticism. The fact that any of these people are still acting is honestly unbelievable. I would have gone home and cried myself to sleep and then never stepped foot on a stage again.

At one point, each of the groups was assigned a scene from KinnPorsche to act out (because BOC very clearly owns no other IP). One of the pairs was given the scene where Porsche gives Kinn a handjob in the bathroom. I wish I was kidding.

The judges constantly told the contestants to make their scenes feel new and different but any time the actors actually tried to change anything, they complained it was “too” different and the original script was already perfect so who were they to think they could create something better. Once again, Apo and Mile, the original actors of these scenes, are the ones judging them! Like of course they like their version better. What is even happening??

And finally, the whole fucking thing was rigged for Ta to win. Like don’t get me wrong, I love Ta and I think he did a great job, but he was the only one who came into that competition with a built-in fanbase and the winner was chosen by popular vote.

It was all just…baffling. Especially from a company that claims to be trying to change the industry. Like if you want the industry to stop being so exploitative to its actors, maybe start with yourself? It also makes those condescending “how dare you watch our shows just for the NC scenes” press releases they do every week even more annoying.

I have no clue what the reaction to this show was while it was airing but god I hope they never do it again. It literally makes me feel so weird watching DFF now. I feel like those poor kids are being held hostage. Maybe CEO Pond’s been the one under the mask the whole time 🔪

#y'all help #did anyone else watch this or was it all just a fever dream?#the hidden character #dead friend forever #like don’t get me wrong I will continue to watch dff because i’m obsessed #and because i want to support these actors and what they were forced to go through #but idk if I’ll be watching much from boc after this

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sourbinnie · 11 months

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☆ august.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angsty angst ; college au ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> hyung line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> he wasn't yours to lose, why did it hurt so much then? ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> implicit cheating ; drinking ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> nope

chan ✉

corridors seemed endless as you tried to escape from the burning image of your mind of them together. he seemed so happy, happier than you've ever seen him and you wanted to believe it was all lies for everyone's eyes to see. you knew even if you were in denial that chan loved them more than he could ever love you. you knew he was never in love in the first place, you were a replacement, a toy for him to play with until he got bored. it hurt, it damaged you in a way you couldn't even see.

you were so blinded by love that you let yourself be used by a guy that didn't want the same thing you wanted. all you desired was a healthy and loving relationship, all you got was thunder and lightning striking in your heart. it broke you, tore you to pieces how he looked at her.

"(y/n), can we talk?" felix asked with a weak smile on his face. you shook your head as you stood up from your spot at the library, pretending you were studying but could not concentrate a bit.

"i don't wanna hear it. i know what you're gonna say and i'm not ready to listen to it." you said honestly and bitterly. it stung your heart that you were not ready to hear the truth from your closest friend. from the beginning he knew you were gonna get hurt, he warned you, begged you to stay away yet you didn't listen.

"please, it's not like that and i just wanted to see how you were." he insisted but you couldn't deal with it right now, at least not today you thought. you grabbed your things and looked at him, blurry eyes and forced smiles.

"fine, why wouldn't i be?" you asked and then decided to walk away from him, not hearing him anymore as you tried to escape from the reality you would have to phase somehow. he was never yours and he will never be.

minho ✉

seeing them dance in the neon lights as you were wishing your sorrows away with another drink. you didn't know how many you had till that point but you knew you were reaching your limits of doing something stupid, so the stop sign was gonna appear at some point. you sighed and tried looking anywhere else but your attention will always lead back to the scene in front of you. a full on makeout scene in the dancefloor as everyone cheered like it was a cheap made for tv movie.

you couldn't take it anymore as you walked through the crowded room to the exit. endless times were going through your head as you thought of the times you had kissed him in his bed. the early mornings were unforgettable as he would let you sleep a bit more or you would watch him sleep from the tired nights he would confront. now he was back with her and you were back to your old self, habits that would destroy you, filling your lifestyle.

"it's a lot inside isn't it?" seungmin asked and you nodded. you were so tired, just wanted to go home but your feet were glued to the ground. "i'm sorry about... that."

"no need to be sorry min. i knew it would happen eventually." no you did not, you expected him to dump her forever and live his best of lives with you. you expected so many things from minho yet you got nothing in return. now you were going to have to pretend that everything was alright in front of your friends but everyone could see through you.

"he's an idiot for letting you go." he muttered and you laughed. you wanted to believe that too but you were so insecure that everything you did you compared it to them.

"as long as he's happy." you said finally being able to move and walking away with the memory engraved in your mind. them together, them kissing, them loving each other and you? done with them.

changbin ✉

you knew he would choose them. you didn't know how, why or what made you feel that way since the beginning. you didn't expect to be a first choice to anyone but with changbin you had a little faith. you were laying your head on jeongin's lap as he comforted you but it wasn't enough unfortunately. you knew your friend didn't know how to help you and you didn't expect him to know how when you didn't know either.

falling in love was never easy for you. sharing so many moments with someone for them to wipe them away like they meant absolutely nothing just scarred you in a way you couldn't imagine. heartbreak was okay if you were in a relationship, what do you call it when you were nothing at all?

"i'm sorry. i wish i could help but i'm just useless right now." jeongin said and you shook your head as you got up to look at him. all the tears were finally gone but the pain still endured.

"you're never useless innie. at least you didn't completely break me." you said as you looked down, not being able to meet his gaze anymore as the pity in his eyes was too much. yet he placed his hand on your chin as he made you look at him again.

"i promise i'll find a way to fix this. i'll kick his ass if i have to." he said which made you both laugh. there was a feeling on your chest that believed him but the amount of times changbin lied and deceived you were winning in your heart.

"i wish i could believe you." you said sadly and it made his smile fall too which broke your heart a little. well how much more could it take? punch after punch, one could only take enough right? enough was enough.

hyunjin ✉

picture after picture was published of them. they looked so good together, he didn't feel shame or embarrassment that he was seen with their new significant other. you say new like they weren't a couple before or like you were ever considered a boyfriend/girlfriend. you were nothing to them, the dirt they walk on and the lonely eyes that would follow everywhere he went in the classrooms.

suddenly you could not breathe and you had to calm yourself down. hyunjin was everywhere yet nowhere at the same time, he hadn't talked to you since the night where he told you he would pursue them again. and oh god did he succeed. the way they bragged about hyunjin was in every whisper like it was high school again.

"(y/n) are you okay? did something happen?" jisung asked and i couldn't even say anything. he knew all too well what was happening and why it happened in the first place. my foolish instinct thinking they could change things that were already broken.

"i'm so stupid aren't i sungie?" you asked out of nowhere as you slide down and cover your face with your hands. he sits down next to you as they put their arm around you and lets you sob all that you could. not caring if this scene was shameful, you just needed to get it out.

"you could never be stupid to me, he's the stupid one." he says confidently as he wipes yours tears away. he thinks he's not enough of a good friend not knowing how to comfort you from the pain and hurt you were feeling.

"if he was then why am i the only one crying?" you ask, yet it remains unanswered as jisung gets up, offering you his hand and making you get up for you to go to class. you would have to go another day, thinking through your question.

#sourbinnie #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz scenarios #skz songfics #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz #stray kids #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #skz angst #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

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probadbatch · 2 months

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I've been trying for almost a year to wrap my head around why Tech's maybe-probably-death affected me so much. I am nearly thirty years old. I've had a lot of characters I loved get killed off from my various fandoms - most of whom I was far more attached to than Tech.

Obviously a lot of it is just how incredibly well executed the scene is. The dialogue and performances are impeccable. The pacing and tension builds wonderfully. The music is some of the Kiner fam's very best work. That sigh of acceptance as Tech looks up and says "when have we ever followed orders" is enough to break your heart even if nothing else had happened. And the way the scene lingers for just a moment before the rail car snaps back into place and the pace of the scene is back to a breakneck speed. Enough time to hurt but not enough to come to terms with it.

Honestly they should win Emmys for just this one scene.

But that's not all of it. And whatever that 'other' part is, that's what I can't pin down.

Tech wasn't my favorite character of all time. He wasn't even my favorite character on this show. If you'd asked me the week before, I'd have said I had no particular feelings on Tech one way or the other.

And the other weird thing is that I cry at fucking everything but Tech's death didn't make me cry. The aftermath made me cry but the actual scene just shocked me cold. I've never had that before. And it still gives me the same feeling a year later. I don't know why.

And I don't know why I'm so not on board with the idea of his death being permanent. I'm an out and proud angst gremlin. Major character death for hardcore angst is my jam. But I just can't do it this time. I don't know. Something about these guys just makes me want them to get a happy ending. One where Crosshair comes home and they heal and don't have to say goodbye to anyone. I don't even want fanfic of anything less.

Normally when I don't get the ending I want, I can just ignore it and live in fanfic (or the old EU) forever. It doesn't get to me. I don't know if I can accept that this time. I've probably just deluded myself into thinking he isn't really gone. But I'm going to hold out hope until the credits roll on 315. Maybe even after that.

I wish I could say what it is about this that I'm having such a hard time with. I'll probably never be able to figure it out.

#tbb tech #bad batch #tbb #star wars #plan 99

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animentality · 4 months

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I love Baldur's Gate and the Dark Urge and all -

And the idea of the Dark Urge redeeming themselves after a lifetime of horror by literally choosing to die and go to purgatory forever is really amazing. In fact, it's why I'm so dedicated to the Dark Urge as a character.

The idea of a villain losing their memory, becoming a hero, and then realizing that they need to die not just once, but twice to truly DESERVE their redemption is honestly brilliant.

But.

Withers revives you way too fucking fast.

You literally die...and then Withers instantly brings you back.

In fact, it takes him fucking longer to revive your COMPANIONS than you, and your companions dying and being revived at camp aren't even part of the story, it's just you fucking something up and not wanting to waste a revive scroll.

Withers bringing you back instantly comes across as like, oh, so dying for your morals, being a true hero in the end, a martyr, defeating the villain, which is you...it's totally negated.

You died for about twenty seconds.

I've known people who died for longer on the operating table.

Where is my lover crying and clutching my body?

Where are my friends, all looking devastated, because they're all gotten to know me and root for me and truly care about me after I've done ALL THIS for them???

So that they could be safe from me?

Where is the emotion?

He brings you back and then your companions have a single line that's essentially just, "good job buddy."

Karlach says something like, I'm proud of you and Wyll says I'll drink in your name or whatever.

And Astarion has a really obnoxious line about how this means you aren't going to attack him anymore...and it's like... okay.

Cool.

So you guys are totally unphased by the fact that you just watched me die...but I suppose death doesn't mean shit in this game, since you have Withers to constantly bring you back.

Cool.

So then what? Nothing matters?

It's just frustrating because I know it's the cut content curse. They had more planned for Orin and the Dark Urge and Bhaal...but it just feels so underwhelming.

I think BG3's primary flaw comes in the fact that they wanted to build this richly crafted narrative, while also accounting for player choice. And they did a magnificent job of adding SO MANY extra scenes and alternate interactions, to the point where I'm still finding new shit, after like 800 hours of playing...

But the tradeoff is that the character stories...fall really flat, because they want so desperately for a Tav to be the main character, and no one else.

The Dark Urge especially suffers from this, because they made them a murder hobo in one ending, and basically just a Tav in the other ending.

As soon as you are brought back by Withers, you might as well just be a Tav. It has no bearing on anything anymore.

And that's such a shame.

I just wish it had some weight. The Dark Urge has spent their entire life ending lives... it should be beautiful, that they would end their own life to atone...their last victim, would be themselves, as they always knew...but for different reasons-

oh wait, withers is here.

cool, i'm back, guys, let's go to arby's and celebrate.

i just think the game should legitimately make you think you died, at least until a long rest or two.

force the squad to go on without you, make someone else your fourth member.

THEN withers can come to you, maybe in some kind of new Jerrgal-form, so you know he's Jergal for sure, and then reveal he was secretly a retired god.

And honestly, that makes Withers a far more interesting character too. To give him this huge hero moment, and have him say, no, this will not stand. I know he HAS that moment, but it's so rushed.

Let the player breathe on it. Let them FREAK OUT. Can you imagine how much stir it would've created, if Dark Urge players LEGIT thought they were dead permanently?

That would've given their sacrifice real weight.

But Larian was scared, probably, of players being upset that their characters are dead, even though that kind of sacrifice is literally the most heroic thing you could do in the game, besides become a damn mindflayer.

So some sacrifice! You sacrificed ten seconds of your life, and your companions barely care.

Alright. Fine.

I'll just be over here writing your story for you!

#dark urge #baldurs gate 3 #bg3

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mythicalartistx · 4 months

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KH3 Worlds ACTUALLY Matter and show Major Parallels and Foreshadowing through Sacrifice and Separation

The worlds in KH3 are often seen as just retelling of the Fairytales but with added Sora and his friends or Organization members. Because of this they're often disliked especially when there are some sections that are scene for scene and Sora and the others might not be present for this.

However, if you get passed the fact it's a retelling of the movie and get into how it connects with Kingdom Hearts story, they actually play a major role.

Olympus: Sacrifice

Olympus shows themes of sacrifice and love. It shows that Hercules didn't think and all he knew was that Meg was in trouble and threw himself in harm's way to save her. He sacrificed himself by doing that but also sacrificing his godhood to be with Meg. He would have to be separated from Meg and that's not the kind of life he would want to live.

Later on Riku ends up doing the exact same thing. When Sora feels powerless and all alone he sacrifices his being and life for Sora. And I could also argue he does it out of love because when he does this he doesn't necessarily think of his actions but does it to his devotion to Sora and protecting him like he always promised Terra.

Corona: Sacrifice

In the Tangled world, Rapunzel is willing to sacrifice her freedom to save Flynn's life and become separated from the outside world she's grown to love forever.

However, Flynn decides that her freedom is more important and sacrifices himself by cutting her hair which could make her lose the power to heal.

Rapunzel is also compared to Riku because they both so desperately felt trapped. Riku felt trapped at the island and wished to leave and explore other worlds with Sora and Kairi to point where if the raft didn't work out, he would open the door to darkness. I'll also like to include they both felt that someone they were close to left them for others.

Toy Box: Separation

In Toy Box, we learn of how Woody and Buzz among a few other had separated from half of their group. However, they are later seen that the world was split in half and are separated from their beloved friends. They realize at the end their friends who they've been separated from that they are always connected through their hearts.

And this goes back to how Sora will soon be separated from everyone and become stuck at the Quadratum. It also shows that he is always connected to them through his hearts and that's how he uses/and abuses the power of waking through that connection.

Arrendale: Sacrifice

When Elsa is about to get slashed by Hans' sword, Anna who is in the brink of death rushes in and saves her by taking the hit instead. She freezes at the same time and makes it so the sword shatter from her entire body becoming ice. She sacrifice her life for her. Elsa manages to thaw her and the cold weather by the act of love.

Which Riku then does the act of love when he sacrifices his life for Sora. Riku is also compared to Elsa on how they both pushed the people they loved/ cared about away to protect them.

Monstropolis: Separation

In this world, Sullie goes through separation of being away from Boo. They have to separate so Boo will be safe.

This also refers to how Sora ends up in the Quadratum from bringing back Kairi and abusing the power of awakening by using it too many times.

100 Acre Woods: Separation

In this world, Pooh talks to hope they're growing apart and that he misses Sora. Sora feels sad that they're not as close. The eventual outcome is that he'll always be in his heart no matter what.

I feel like this refers to him and Kairi not being as close as they were before. Ever since KH1 things changed between them and she changed. She's no longer the Kairi he knew and they are slowly growing apart. (Which is honestly sad). It also shows that even if he's by himself in the Quadratum he'll have everyone in his heart no matter how far away they are.

Fransankyoto: Separation + Sacrifice

Unlike the others I decided to say this world shows both. In the past, Hiro's brother separated from him when he sacrificed himself to try to find and save the teacher. This is also reflected in the past when beymax also stays behind to sacrifice himself so Hiro can then leave.

It helps shows the connections that no matter how far they are away, the people you love and care for will be in his heart. This shows that to help save everyone he used his connection to his friends to bring them that. It furthers that he won't be alone in the Quadratum and that Riku was able to go to him in MOM because of this.

PoTC: Separation

Finally in the pirates world, we show separation. After Will gets stabbed and he is made Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he faces separation from the one he loves Elizabeth. Only every 10 years are they able to see each other.

This foreshadows both being separated from the ones Sora loves and bringing back all his friends' hearts when Will's life almost gets taken when he gets stabbed. Being apart for 10 years also could lead to how it will take at least a year to find Sora in the Quadratum.

#kingdom hearts #soriku #riku #sora #kh analysis #kingdom Hearts 3 #kh3 #discussion post #analysis #kh parallels #kh foreshadowing #kh worlds #there is so much foreshadowing towards their separation #and the parallels between the other games #showing that riku sacrifices himself because he wasn't thinking and he just knew he loves Sora #as Hercules said #sacrifice foreshadowing #yeah Disney worlds matter #they are important and show various parallels and foreshadowing

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choicesficwriterscreations · 5 months

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December Creator of the Month: Oh-So-Youre-a-Nerd

Each month, CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers or artists, and this month’s creator of the month is @oh-so-youre-a-nerd . We're very excited because Ascindio is our very first artist to be highlighted! We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?

I started playing in 2016, I can't remember if I read Endless Summer or Rules of Engagement first, but I ended up deleting the app after like 2 weeks cause I couldn't stop buying diamonds 😅🤦

I re-downloaded it about, ohh idk 2 years ago?

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the Fandom specifically on Tumblr and specifically for It Lives Within, which happened to come out right after I read the first two books

3- How did you pick your blog name?

I always try to seem cool and mysterious when I meet people irl, and then as soon as I open my mouth, I ruin it with some niche trivia or something, and they say, “Oh, so you're a nerd.” 😂 Can't tell you how many times this exact phrase has been uttered to me.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!

This is the first Choices related post I made 😂 I was just thinking about the concept of what if characters make terrible decisions cause they're controlled by a player who is out of diamonds lol I was going to do a whole series of them (next was going to be lotr “fly on eagles to mordor?” *30 diamonds* or “simply walk”) but got lazy lol

5- Do you write fanfiction, create fan art, or are you one of those really gifted people who do both?

Only art. God, I WISH I wrote too. I've thought about trying cause I have so many ideas floating around in my head, but at the end of the day, I'd rather spend my free time drawing.

6- How long have you been creating for Choices and for any other fandoms?

For Choices, since early 2022

For other fandoms, since well, forever, but I only started posting around 2017/18

7- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to create for?

Favorite Choices book is probably It Lives in the Woods. All of the characters were so interesting, I never got bored reading it, and it had an incredible twist that made sense but I still didn't see coming.

Favorite to create for is probably Blades of Light and Shadow though because I am such a sucker for the fantasy aesthetic.

8- Share your first Choices fanfic or fan art that you posted with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were creating it today?.

This isn't the first Choices art I made, but it IS the first I actually shared

And honestly, I DO still like it because I still remember the way I felt absolutely POSSESSED while drawing it (I hadn't drawn anything for *months*). I would definitely change the background, though. Those trees look like shit, and they're not even the correct type for the kind of forest they're in.

9- What is your favorite piece of fiction or art that you created?

My favorite Choices art I've done is probably this piece.

10- Do you have a fic/art that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to do well but found it could use a little more love?

I definitely didn't expect this one to do well at all as it was so hastily drawn

And I was sad this piece didn't get more love, it was such a dope scene and I was so excited about how the sword turned out

11- If you could only draw one style or type of art for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?

I'm not sure if I'm interpreting the question right, but if I had to pick like a specific type of art, it would be digital, and I would want to do fan art. I have a hard time painting anything that I don't already have a deep connection with (so original art with no story behind it is usually a chore for me), and digital art is just so incredibly convenient and not messy and so so versatile.

12 - Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Because I use fiction as a way to safely process trauma/ grief/ other big emotions, each MC I make has a small part of me, whichever part I feel the need to explore at the time.

There's an amazing quote by Patrick Rothfuss that I feel explains it perfectly.

It's from Wise Man's Fear

“These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

Except for stories, of course. Tales of poisoned kings and duels and old wars were fine. They dressed death in foreign clothes and sent him far from your door. A chimney fire or the croup cough were terrifying. But Gibea’s trial or the siege of Enfast, those were different. They were like prayers, like charms muttered late at night when you were walking alone in the dark. Stories were like ha’penny amulets you bought from a peddler, just in case.”

13 - What element of writing/art do you struggle with most?

I have a very difficult time making the poses seem natural and flowing. My all time favorite art is Baroque/Renaissance style and how fluid the poses are, how soft the skin looks, how delicately it's all done. Obviously, I will always have my own style, but those are things that I so want to incorporate but never seem to get quite right, and it drives me crazy 😂

14 - Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Not really. I mean, I have a ton of unfinished work, but as soon as the window of inspiration passes, I just can't get myself to care enough about it to finish it (insert Jake the Dog, “now it's gone, and I don't care about it anymore!” )

15 - If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to see your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you show them first?

I would, and have. I typically show them whatever most rendered recent picture from my Instagram because I don't post any nsfw there and usually try to post only my prettier work for this specific reason haha. (As opposed to here, I post everything here, ain't NO ONE from real life invited to see my tumblr 😂)

16 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing or art? Are there any artists that influence you?

Writers: Brandon Sanderson, for sure. He's the reason I got back into art back in 2017 ish. His stories are just so emotional they push me to create. Same with @saibug1022, there is always at least one scene from every story he shares that I desperately want to draw to try to capture the emotions.

Artists: God, sooo many, here are just like my top 3 favorites and their instagrams.

Audra Auclair

Obsessed with her unique style, and specifically the way she draws eyelids and noses

f3lc4t

The way they draw those dripping, glowing wisps. I stare at their pieces for hours (no lie) trying to dissect them stroke by stroke to figure out how they do it.

Miho Hirano

Their art has a delicate whimsy-ness I would SELL MY SOUL to achieve

17- Which one of your creations would you like to see a fiction written about?

JC, this is the shit I DREAM of.

Definitely this one.

So this is love.

This little comic means a lot to me.

18- Do you write original fiction or create non-fandom art?

Very rarely, but I do, every so often. This is my favorite original piece.

20- What other hobbies do you have?

Gaming, singing, walking through the Cemetary with my wee daughter, reading, that's about it 🤷

21 - What’s your favorite emoji?

🙇

22: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

I really wanted to say that I don't believe in “good” art and “bad” art (just ethical vs non-ethical). That being said, I know what it's like to hate your art, like soooo intimately. If you ever are feeling shit about your art, you can ABSOLUTELY message me (I don't care if we're mutuals or not, I don't care if we've never interacted before) and just say, “I am feeling shit about my art” and I will go through your art and tell you every specific thing I love about it and why it's wonderful. I am not joking; I am so so serious rn. 💗💗💗💗

#choices fic writers creations #playchoices #choices stories you play #cfwc creator of the month #oh-so-youre-a-nerd #choices fanart #playchoices fanart #december creator of the month

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JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS SENTENCE STARTERS

NOW OR NEVER

"Clocks move forward but we don't get older."

"All the times we fell behind were just the keys to paradise."

"Don't look down."

"We're still rising up right now."

"Keep dreaming like we'll live forever."

"Live it like it's now or never."

"I hear this noise, in my head."

"It's calling out like a voice I can't forget."

"Got no time to catch my breath."

"Clocks move faster cause it's all we're after now."

"We ain't searching for tomorrow."

"We've got all we need today."

WAKE UP

"Here's the one thing I want you to know."

"You got someplace to go."

"Life's a test, yes, but you go toe-to-toe."

"You don't give up, no, you grow."

"You use your pain cause it makes you you."

"I know it's not the same."

"You got living to do and I just want you to do it."

"So get up, get out, relight that spark."

"It's not what you lost, it's what you'll gain."

"Wake up your dream and make it true."

"Time to come out of the dark."

"Better wake those demons, just look them in the eye."

"No reason not to try."

"Life can be a mess."

"I won't let it cloud my mind."

"I use the pain cause it's part of me."

"I'm ready to power through it."

"I wanna hear it."

"No need to fear it, you're not alone."

"You're gonna find your way."

BRIGHT

"I wanna cry."

"I'm callin' out for one more try to feel alive."

"When I feel lost and alone, I know that I can make it home."

"Life is a risk but I will take it."

"Together, I think that we can make it."

"Come on, let's run."

"I found the ground I'm marching on."

"We will fight to shine together."

THIS BAND IS BACK

"Can you hear me?"

"We gotta get ready."

"This band is back."

WOW

"We're the best, no doubt."

"We see it, we want it, we get it, we got it."

"We came to play, where you at?"

"Come follow me."

"We're gonna make history."

FLYING SOLO

"You know all my secrets."

"Guess that means some things they never change."

"When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me."

"My life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you."

"You know who I'm liking way before I like them."

"If somebody hurts you I'm gonna get hurt too."

"That's just how we work."

"It will never change."

I GOT THE MUSIC

"Ain't gonna fight it cause it's useless."

"Don't care if everybody's watching."

"Silence ain't an option."

"We're on top of the world."

THE OTHER SIDE OF HOLLYWOOD

"Let me introduce myself."

"We've got some time to kill."

"Consider me the pearly gates to your new favorite thrill."

"We could go make history or you could rest in peace."

"Here there ain't no misery."

"Whatcha gonna do?"

"Show you a thing."

"You ain't seen nothing."

"Everything has got a price but happiness is free."

"We can set the night on fire and break out of the scene."

"It ain't bragging if it's true."

ALL EYES ON ME

"Whenever I walk in the room, all the focus on me."

"Not trying to brag, but I'm flawless."

"Ain't perfect, but I can't miss."

"The party don't start 'til I walk in."

"I'm stealing all the attention."

"Some might say I sound conceited."

"Some get jealous, they can't help it."

"They wish they were me."

"I keep the party going all night."

"I only lead, I never follow."

"I never open 'cause it's my show."

"Don't know if people think I'm shallow."

"All I see is all eyes on me."

"I'm my own goals, just talking honestly."

"Ain't no one as hot as me."

FINALLY FREE

"We're no liars."

"We say what we wanna say."

"Don't know if I'll make it 'cause I'm falling under."

"You're a part of me."

"Now till eternity."

"Been so long and now we're finally free."

"Now we know what we're worth."

"We know we can make it."

"We're not falling down under."

PERFECT HARMONY

"Step into my world."

"Life can be so mean."

"But when he/she/they go(es), I know he/she/they do(es)n't leave."

"The truth is finally breaking through."

"Two worlds collide when I'm with you."

"You set me free."

"You and me together is more than chemistry."

"Love me as I am."

"We say we're friends."

"We play pretend."

"You're more to me."

"We're everything."

"You are my brightest burning star."

"I never knew a love so real."

"We're heaven on earth, melody and words."

"When we're together we're in perfect harmony."

"We create a perfect harmony."

EDGE OF GREAT

"Running from the past. Tripping on the now."

"What is lost can be found."

"It's obvious."

"We all got a second act, inside of us."

"I believe that we're just one dream away from who we're meant to be."

"Our best days are yet unknown."

"This is moment is ours to own."

"We're standing on the edge of great."

"We all make mistakes."

"Sometimes we gotta lean on someone else."

"Be who you are no compromise."

"What doesn't kill you makes you feel alive."

UNSAID EMILY

"We start the scene in reverse."

"When things got loud, one of us running out."

"I should've turned around, but I had too much pride."

"No time for goodbyes."

"Didn't get to apologize."

"If I could take us back, if I could just do that."

"Then maybe time would not erase me."

"If you could only know I never let you go."

"The words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave unsaid."

"Who'd be the first to break?"

"Guess we're alike that way."

YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

"You know you wanna take a chance and be a little bit bad."

"Ain't nothing quite like living on the edge."

"I'm chasing down a thrill and looking fit to kill."

"You got nothing to lose."

"Welcome to my stage."

"Life's short, not a minute to waste."

"I'll take you higher than you've ever been."

"Tell me how you'd like to begin."

STAND TALL

"Don't blink."

"I don't wanna miss it."

"It's back to the beginning."

"Everything is rushing in fast."

"Keep going on, never look back."

"I'm going out of my mind."

"Whatever happens, even if I'm the last standing, I'ma stand tall."

"I gotta keep on dreaming."

"I gotta catch that feeling."

"Right now, I'm loving every minute."

"Can't let myself forget it."

"Cause everything is rushing in fast."

"I keep on going when it's all falling apart."

"I know with all my heart."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric starters #lyric prompts #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #sentence starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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I'm getting way too much enjoyment watching how some of Helluva Boss fandom is raving over the popular current theory that stolas is going to die in the series.

Because of the Oops episode and how the skull and cross bones in the smoke clock landed on Stolas and other stuff

I.e.

Having imp assasins in LooLoo Land

Stella

Striker

His lullaby saying that when he’s gone Octavia will be ok and that today could be his last (I could go on a whole tangent about that lullaby it's so good)

Western Energy (that's it)

I'm not saying I want stolas to die but am I also saying it would be funny to watch the fandom go up in flames about it?

Well call me Phineas and Ferb because

Yes

yes I am

You can stop reading here if you want. Under the cut I'm just rambling justifying why I think what I think. there are some jokes and lighthearted critiques, but you know... you have the option to look and give your own opinions :)

I mean I have my grievances with him like I've said in my other post (shameless plug Warning I'm very illiterate in case you haven't noticed) but like I don’t wish death upon him I still like Stolas believe it or not

lol.

In fact I hope stolas doesn’t die and mostly I don’t think stolas is going to die at all frankly. I highly dout the writers/viv/whoever is going to actually kill off stolas mostly because like any time stolas is in danger its so underminded like- ok LooLoo land is mostly a joke (good joke too I like the end where Stolas turns the imp guy into stone good pay off), Stella played for laughs beacues shes making the hit right in front stolas and it doesn’t get paid off till the next season which is fine the seasons are short, Western Energy he was fine like an episode later.

If home boy cant be hospitalized for more than one episode he isn't dying

Granted I will allow some leeway as we don’t know how much time has passed since Western Energy to Oops but it- I don’t think stab wounds and broken arms heal that fast regardless of that :/ if I'm being honest especially if it was a holy weapon just saying.

Even if he did die that brings up a lot of questions like what happens to demons when they die? Are all demons immortal and can only die due to physical damage? are Asmodeus and Beelzebub going to outlive Fizz and Vortex if imps and hellhounds/other demons aren't immortal. Were the 7 deathly sins ever babies like everyone else? If demons are immortal and can live forever and the Ars Goitias can only be killed by angelic weapons that are hard to get, I'm assuming, why do, they need to have children or heirs? Why even have children at all? If angelic weapons can kill demons do demonic weapons exist and can they kill angels or other holy beings?

All this and more on You Can't Answer These Questions at 8

Lol

anyways

but in all seriousness

Here’s the real question

If they did actually kill Stolas, will they bring him back?

Riddle me this batman

there's a very the very real outcome of them bringing stolas back through some magical demonic bs anyway so like it really won't matter. They're not going to have Stolas bite the dust permanently and if they are... respect honestly (the balls frankly).

People will cry, I'll laugh because I'm heartless, he’ll be like resurrected or something, and everyone will be happy or mad idk.

Like it's one thing for Millie to get hurt in the other episodes because there wasn’t a major plot point you know? (and she’s not important) There was no lingering scene on it with sad music. In when stolas got hurt it was this big thing and for him to just be like fine an episode later is like what? How are you going to have this big emotional climax with no emotional orgasm (sorry) afterwards. And like no I'm not letting this go what the heck? You had the whole fandom screeching about Blizto going to sloth just to do nothing with it and put a twist about Barbie and then also have stolas be perfectly fine and dandy the next episode afterwards. Are there no stakes in this show? Like I get that Helluva Boss wasn’t planned in the beginning but like come on... When Viv approves of the episodes does she look back at the other episodes? Is she even there? Is she ok? Is she and everyone else seeing a bigger picture that I'm not? Has she sat down and watched Helluva Boss from the very beginning and watched them from episode one to now? I mean really not just a once over to send it off to youtube I mean really took a good and hard look at the episodes? The way they mix episodic, and story is really messing with me I'm going to go back and watch all the episodes from the beginning just to make sure it’s not me.

I like how I said in my tangent about Hell fire (shameless plug part 2) I said I liked the new episode over all give or take some extremally small nitpicks yet here I am complaining :) guess I'm a liar

soo yeah, I really don’t think they're going kill off their golden child, their best boy, their little botanist boo, their dopamine deficient dandy, their booboo bear, their uwu baby boi, their uke wukey cinnamon roll, their twinky little baby owl, their Boo thang, their stary eyed savant, their sad beige gay, their smoopy woopy do, their snoogum-boogums, their skidamarink a dink a dink skidamarink a doo, their-

I'm done

I'm so sorry

#helluva boss #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical

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Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

11. Osaka Trip - Abducted

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Plantonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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If I could turn back time

If I could find a way

And you'd stay

Sachiko shirked loudly—gaining looks of confusion and judgment from the by passing people in the shopping district—dropping her shopping bags to the ground in shock and gasping like a fish, even though they don't need to, for air.

Droving with both hands through her hair, clutching it, Sachiko turned her head in every direction—spinning herself around—and tried to find something, someone—searching for you.

But you are nowhere to be seen, because you're gone. Gone. You're gone.

For Sachiko it felt as time stood still—freezing her in the spot where she was standing—while the surroundings of hers continued to move on as if nothing had happened—as if the crime, which just occurred in front of everyone, didn't caused a notice and disturbance in the daily routine of living flow.

Taking a sharp inhale of breath, Sachiko felt breathless. She only had turned around—some sign had catches her eyes and you were still right beside her—for a mere few seconds and when she turned back, to tell you about that sign—which was local shop—you weren't there.

Is this—the way her chest tightens, so painfully she wanted to cry out, coldness—despite the mildly warm temperatures today—sweeping through her body and bringing her bend into a shudder—how a Panic attack feels like?

Sachiko couldn't tell, wouldn't know, as she never had experienced such and only being a comforter for you—when you had them.

Taking out her phone, cursing loudly when it slipped from her—shaking and clammy—hands and fall down onto the pavement, Sachiko felt—once she had picked up her phone again—lost to whom she has to call.

Sachiko's finger hovered over Shinichi's—old and deactivated—number, wanting to call him—the first person which popped up in her mind instantly—as Shinichi is (or had been) after all your emergency contact.

But that's an impossible thing to do now as Shinichi is gone as well.

Sachiko slapped herself against her forehead more than once, rubbing her face—staying crouched down and inhaling deeply the air, she still felt she didn't quite have, again.

Stupid, stupid, absolutely stupid, Sachiko thought—berating herself for forgetting about the fact that Shinichi is gone, but wanting to call him anyways.

Like, as if the automatic voicemail of; We apologise, but this number is currently not available anymore—would help in such, any, situation and neither would make it Shinichi magically appear back.

»Dumb wishful thinking« she scoffed in a huff, feeling ashamed afterwards for such thoughts and berates herself again, because such wishful thoughts are helping you to pull through hard days—the ones where you want to just lay in bed forever and giving everything and yourself up.

So Sachiko called Heiji, despite him being at a crime scene currently—because honestly, it's like a curse or something, whenever they went somewhere there always seemed to be a murdering happen—but she couldn't care less about this, as the Inspectors and officers are capable enough to solve this on their own, without Heiji's help.

Finding and freeing you—because Sachiko was absolutely sure that Daiki had kidnapped you—and it was a fear she knew would come true eventually—was top priority now and Sachiko knew that Heiji was the only person who would be able to save you.

~~~

There weren't many moments in times, where Conan thought he had failed. Nor had he many regrets to think about.

But when Heiji told how Sachiko had called and telling him in upcoming panic—sounding close to crying, holding back choking sobs—you're gone, disappeared so suddenly in board daylight—under eyes of many "witnesses"—and that she, in absolutely certainty, believes Daiki had taken you—Conan felt like a failure.

Failure. Conan had failed miserably as your older brother, who promised you—once ago, during your first suicidal attempt—to never leave you alone and behind in your darkest times of need—and to always protect you from the dangers and evil of this world.

But look! Here is he, failing not only once but twice—trice even, when he couldn't save Narumi—and breaking promises after another, building a path of hurtful lies for you to walk on. Honestly, you deserve someone far better than him as your brother.

It was foolish to think, that they might be able to call you, but even the simplest thing to do—in cases like these, calling you even though the chance stood high that your phone had been already destroyed—could might lead to an better outcome of the situation.

When it ringed and someone picked up the line, they hoped it was you—but when Daiki's voice rung out, the hope extinguished.

„Oh, it's the brat calling. C'mon dear, tell them Goodbye.“

„Fuck off, Asshole.“

A clash, a thud and a short gaps from you—and the line went dead afterwards.

»What now? Osaka is big and we can't search through the whole city and its landscape, without a sort of fixpoint to begin with.....« said Heiji, gnawing at his lower lip and looking at Conan.

The bubble of panic didn't came spiking up in one sudden rush—like how Sachiko must had experienced it firsthand now—and neither did it came slow rising—how for Conan it was, whose eyes shone with ridden guilt and although masking it professionally like a actor, starting to crack under its slowing crawling pressure—for Heiji.

Of course Heiji is worried about you, he always will be—after all you're his boyfriend and worrying about ones partner and the ones you love is a natural feeling to do—but Heiji is also a Detective and haywire emotions wouldn't help in any situation nor does it any good.

Conan knows this as well—is the one who believes, participate, the most in this sort of mindset—but sometimes a once rational, logical, mind and heart can make a spin into the irrational side of the humane

There was also the crucial fact—which is the reason why Heiji doesn't feel the heart aching panic just yet—that everyone seemed to forget that you weren't just a mere helpless person.

You could defend yourself with ease, were cable of fighting—with your strength of Qing Mado—against Adults and opponents twice your age and size.

But Heiji himself seems to forget—while knowing of the information above—that there a tools out there which could make you helpless and unable to defend.

»My Radar Glasses!« exclaimed Conan

»Huh? When did ya chip [Name]?«

»Not him, but his phone-keychain«

Conan was getting restless he's aware, knowing well that his idea might be just a glimpse into the blue of nothing, but what else are they supposed to do?

They had to give it a try, even when it would lead into a dead end. Just sitting around and waiting wouldn't do anything, wasn't going to help you!

Conan couldn't give up, especially not on you—his precious little brother, who he vowed to protect.

~~~

Whatever was on their side—be it luck, fate or destiny, fortunas generosity or simply Daiki's own dumbness—they hoped it's gonna last till you are found.

When the glasses did indeed pick up a low signal of yours, Conan and Heiji went to the location as fast as possible.

Once there, in an alley—near the outskirts area, with soon to build houses and buildings and the ones getting destroyed—all they had found was your phone—still in tact, but useless now. Then again, this alone could lead to you—as it minimise the area, distance and possibility of where you could be.

Conan wouldn't give up and he hoped neither would you.

I'll keep finding, finding you

Right through hell and heaven

And in all dimensions

I'll keep finding, finding you

#male reader #x male reader #fanfiction #anime #manga #malereader #xmalereader #case closed #detective conan/case closed #detective conan #heiji hattori x male reader #heiji x male reader #heiji hattori #shinichi kudo #dcmk

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qprsmackdown · 9 months

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Round 1 Match 8

PROPAGANDA (under the readmore):

Samfro:

There honestly isn’t an coherent way I can put their relationship, so I will be placing quotes said between the two characters that illustrates their love for one another: “I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise. "Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to." “Don't go where I can't follow." “Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam" <- Frodo pretending he is telling their story and the fucking tender look he gives Sam and how he calls Sam heroic and how Sam wants to do an uno reverse and *unholy screeching* ugh 🥺

Merthur:

“Two Sides Of The Same Coin” “The Half Cannot Truly Hate That Which Makes It Whole” “Hold Me” Okay. Listen. The prince (and later, king) of Camelot starts talking to his date about how he wishes they could run away together and live on a farm. and bring his best friend Merlin of course, because duh. They are canonical soulmates even when Arthur marries a servant and makes her queen. They drink poison for each other within the first three episodes of season one, and then repeatedly risk their lives for one another. Merlin chooses to constantly betray the safety of himself and other magic users so that he can protect/save Arthur, and Arthur consistently breaks the code of what royalty should do so that he can protect/save Merlin. All the while being completely unaware that Merlin has been protecting him whatsoever!! Also, in a deleted scene, Arthur gives Merlin his mother’s sigil, which effectively associates you with the Pendragon family forever. Merlin is still waiting for Arthur, millennia after he dies, waiting for him to return. Alexander Vlahos said in an interview that “becomes a love story between two men. In a platonic sense, it becomes a brilliant love story between Arthur and Merlin.”

#poll #round 1 #side 1 #im so sorry fluffy ik these r both ur guys #lotr #samfro #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon

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wen-kexing-apologist · 1 month

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Bengiyo Queer Cinema Syllabus

Not to sound repetitive but, I had a busy couple weeks, but finally had a second to return to @bengiyo’s queer cinema syllabus. I am currently working my way through Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley, the totally light-hearted, definitely not agonizing section of the syllabus where I get to watch countless acts of violence be committed against queer people. Thank fuck I have Lesbians waiting for me at the end of this unit. The films in Unit 4 are: Bent (1997), Strange Fruit (2004), Boys Don’t Cry (1999), Brokeback Mountain (2005), Parting Glances (1986), Philadelphia (1993), The Living End (1992), Holding the Man (2015), Jeffery (1995), and Boys on the Side (1995).

Today I will be talking about

Parting Glances (1986) dir. Bill Sherwood

[Run Time: 1:30, Available: tubi and fubo, Language: English]

Summary: As Michael and Robert, a gay couple in New York, prepare for Robert's departure for a two-year work assignment in Africa, Michael must face Robert's true motives for leaving while dealing with their circle of eccentric friends, including Nick, who is living with AIDS.

Cast:

John Bolger as Robert

Richard Ganoung as Michael

Steve Buscemi as Nick

Well, I have to say this was very much not what I was expecting for the first AIDS related movie of the syllabus. After some pretty hefty violent deaths of queer characters in the first half of Unit 4, I was very much anticipating the heart wrenching tragedies to continue immediately once I hit the AIDS epidemic portion. But Parting Glances very much subverted my expectations of what I was walking in to, because honestly…so much of it was lovely.

It’s not that tragedy is not a part of this movie, it is, it’s just hidden under the layer of friendship, community, and love that feels like the core theme of the film. I am thinking about the party at Joan’s and how much happiness and celebration was happening there, with community abound, and yet how Michael kept telling people they should call Nick because he would appreciate it, showing just how much Nick has lost of his own community since his HIV/AIDS diagnosis.

I really loved how real these relationships to one another felt, the way that Michael and Robert were playful with each other, the way that Nick sat on Michael’s lap so casually for a few minutes when Michael cooked him dinner, I loved the conversation Robert had with his ex-girlfriend, the young and hopeful queer boy who wished to live forever. I just loved watching the queer community be a queer community.

Even in the moments that get a little dour, where Michael gets especially weepy with Nick, those scenes did not make me sad, did not destroy me the way other films in this syllabus have, because that is just grief. Grief is a mighty and terrible thing, but I find beauty in it as well. I find beauty and loveliness in the fact that those tears came from Michael finally admitting to Nick that he loved him, that Nick got to hear himself that he was loved, especially when so many people seemed to have fallen away from him after his diagnosis. I find comfort in the conversations about death that Michael and Joan have together, because those are conversations I’ve had, they feel familiar, they feel like a natural part of life, perhaps they should not have to feel those points so soon, but Nick himself is right, living forever is the only thing none of us can do.

I really loved that we saw Nick when he was at a stage in his illness where he was simply being careful, but was still full of life, energetic, that he was able to be a support system for Michael and was not only being tended to. We know what is coming, but we are not made to see it. I was really in to what the film did with it’s use of ominous backing track, that Nick could hear it, that it felt like the progression of his illness, that it felt like a sense of impending doom, a cloud that hangs over Nick.

Throughout a lot of this film I found myself thinking about The Inheritance Part One & Part Two, a play written in 2016 based off of the book Howard’s End by EM Forster. I saw this play a few years back and was lulled in to a false sense of security that this would not be a play about AIDS because it was set in the relatively modern day with a focus on younger queer characters, but ohhhhhhh how wrong I was. Towards the end of the first part, we hear a story from a character named Walter, an older gay man that lived in the same building as the main characters, and he recounts the story of his life, how his husband, Henry, built a farm outside of New York city for the two of them to live in…right around the time that AIDS started decimating the area. How that distance still was not good enough for Henry so he would leave on business trips, because his fear of catching AIDS was so strong.

Walter tells the story of when he went back in to the city for the first time, and ran in to a friend he used to know, who had acquired AIDS and was on the brink of death. He talks about how when Henry was away, he brought that kid to the farm Henry had built to hide from AIDS, and Walter cared for that boy until he died. Walter talks about doing that again and again and again and again, dozens of times, he would go in to the city, bring a friend back home, and care for them until they passed.

^[sidebar: I very much do not like Robert]

Part of the play ends with Walter being asked what it was like at that time, Walter asks the main characters to name someone they know, they give a name, he says “they’re dead. Give me another name, he’s dead”. For what felt like minutes, name after name after name is called and name after name after name is dead. When I saw that scene I broke down in the theater, I cried for the entirety of the walk back to the train station, I was brought to the brink of tears at the thought of that scene for a month after I saw the show.

I mention this because it was all that I could think about while watching Robert and Michael interact with one another, while seeing this plot unfold. Robert fleeing New York while Michael stayed to care for his dying friend. Knowing that Walter and Henry stayed together after all was said and done, after Henry had stopped running from reality, and the death rates had slowed; then seeing Robert decide not to go to Africa, and how Michael did not show any signs of planning to break up with Robert knowing, despite knowing how Robert felt too settled, how Robert had chosen to go, despite knowing that Robert was running from loss, and running from being a support for Michael when the love of his life finally dies.

So despite the fact that Parting Glances didn’t evoke the same feelings, though I felt like overall it was a relatively upbeat, uptempo, gentle film, the current underneath it all, the dying underneath it all, the tragedy is right there but it is just out of reach.

Favorite Scene

I think my favorite scene is when Joan and Michael are laying in bed together, holding stuffed animals at Robert’s going away party while they just casually talk about death and dying. It just felt very much like a conversation I have had with my best friend on multiple occasions, especially lately because we've had a number of deaths happen in our lives recently. And yes, my friend and I both match the type of conversation part this scene, and also the beating each other up with stuffed animals part of this scene.

Obviously we do not spend enough time with the other characters at the party to know exactly what is going on in their lives, and there is not doubt many if not all of them have lost loved ones to AIDS, but we know that Joan and Michael are really the only two people who go and visit Nick, and it feels so symbolic of the weight that they are shouldering caring for their dying friend to have the only two people who have not cut themselves off from Nick be sitting together, in another room away from all the other gay attendees, discussing, speculating, joking about death.

Favorite Quote

We all know the real right answer is: “Straight men are jerks. Gay men are jerks. Straight women are jerks. That leaves lesbians and they are off in their ivory towers laughing their heads off at the rest of us. I should’ve been a dyke”

But I am going to go for the more serious:

“...look at the others, waiting, wondering if some innocent moment of pleasure long past can set them up with the ultimate form of [German word my subtitles did not state]... I’d like to stage a piece in which all of the performers are people who are terminally ill, can you imagine the intensity, the concentration, the purpose”

This is said off-handedly in a conversation between Joan and a heterosexual male artist who was attending the party. I put it here for two reasons: a) the first half is a very succinct commentary on the state of the queer community (at least who were at the party) and feels like general commentary about the movie’s premise as a whole. Especially because Nick talks about how he didn’t realize how long the gestation period of HIV was, and by the time he started taking protective measures it was already too late. b) because the second half is just the most pretentious, absolutely mindless, careless, and shitty thing to say to someone who is actively losing a friend to a terminal illness. This fucking hetero artist came in to a room full of queer people and decided that dying people would be great to put in to his next project for ~The Vibes~ and I love that comment so much because first, it shows how much he Does Not Get It, and second because of how much disgust is baked in to Joan’s “Excuse me” as she leaves before he can finish his thought.

Because to say that to someone who is watching loved one after loved one after loved one die before their eyes is an absolutely disgusting thing to do (in my opinion).

Final Score

8/10

Up next, Philadelphia (1993)

#bengiyo queer cinema syllabus #queer cinema syllabus #parting glances #parting glances the movie #parting glances (1986)#unit 4: heartbreak alley

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Dead Friends Forever Q&A-Style Review

I listen to a movie podcast called The Rewatchables, and they have interesting categories that I want to examine this series through.

Most rewatchable scene: It has to be the last one, because we've been talking about it nonstop since it aired. Plus, it lives in my head, rent-free, like Non is haunting me. Like WE failed him. 😱

But since I'm a BL girlie, who loves a well-crafted sex scene, I also have to include both of Phee and Jin's high-heat moments when Phee's trying to seduce him on the balcony and when they have rough sex in Jin's room. I'm not gonna lie: That was some king shit on Ta's end.

Best quote: "No one could leave this abandoned house — not even one." Come on! It foretold the surreal ending and fulfilled the victim's wishes. Gold.

What aged the best? The way that even the bullies perceived teacher Keng as a groomer, who took advantage of a desperate child — that will most definitely make that subplot still bearable even a decade from now.

What's aged the worst? The unaliving and SA montage in the finale that some have said was insensitive/irresponsible to have included. It was like trigger after trigger after trigger — practically a machine gun of traumatic scenes. The fandom could sincerely organize a class action lawsuit against the writer and director for them to pay for our therapy bills.

Scene-stealing location: The lake. Such a beautiful setting for romance, betrayal, and revenge. 😈

Best shot: Definitely the one of Tan from above when he's successfully drugged all of his victims. Iconic.

Are we sure this person is good at their job? Tee's uncle. The fact that he has so much riding on two teenagers is ridiculous. He didn't just start being a con man / mob boss that week. How does he not have a more stable criminal infrastructure at this point?

Best use of food and drink: Obviously, Tan spiking the beverages, knowing it would be the easiest way to poison everyone.

Was there a better title? Absolutely not. The play on the phrase "Best Friends Forever," an archaic term popularized in the '90s that puts way too much pressure on kids to find their kindred spirit and hold on to them through adolescence and adulthood, was inspired. It truly encompassed the impossibility of it all. There are just so many obstacles ahead of you, like peer pressure, family obligations, love triangles, bullying, ego, insecurity, and cowardice, that it's a lofty promise to make when you've barely finished puberty. Plus, it kind of hints at the ending...

Overacting award: Some could argue Barcode, but part of his performance was meant to be surreal, because it was in the dream state. I, personally, vote Jet (Top). Sometimes I felt like his character was in an entirely different, far more slapstick genre.

The "That Guy" Award: This category is for the actor/famous person you see all the time, but don't know the name of. I noticed a lot of people were excited to see Perth, so I "saw him all the time" on my feed. When I Googled him, that's when I learned that he was on a reality show with other Be On Cloud stars.

Scene-Stealer (with very few scenes): Honestly, whichever extra/stunt double they had wearing that mask, freaking us out. The most memorable of which was when its creepy hand groped Tee.

Recasting couch:

I think Nanon (Bad Buddy) could've been interesting as the tormented Tan, because we would've bought his innocence longer.

It could've added to the mystery if we had the BL twins, AJ and JJ, confuse the narrative.

I would watch Neo in almost anything at this point, and he could've played the morally conflicted Tee as he showcased those skills already in Only Friends.

A younger Mark (Last Twilight) would've fit so well into this cast. He plays lost and guilty quite well.

Picking Nits: This category is for pointing out things that just don't add up.

Why didn't Phee's cop dad have more questions about his son's behavior and activities after he saw who his son was involved with?

What teenager is fine going somewhere that has no wifi or reception? Even I wouldn't do that and I've had wifi as long as these characters have been alive.

Why was Non, a teenager, being medicated for mental health issues, but not being monitored by a mental health professional?

If Tee's uncle didn't want to be at a loss if Non died unexpectedly, then why didn't he let him get his wounds treated and get some rest? Unless the plan was always to harvest his organs, which would still have merited rest. Nobody wants shitty organs.

Unanswerable Questions

If Jin and Phee survived, would they have got back together?

If Non were alive, would Phee have ditched Jin?

What did they do with Non's body?

And, of course, after succeeding: Does Tan recover from his grief and move on with his life? Does he successfully escape arrest? Does he leave behind evidence of what the boys did to his family to further persecute them in death? Is his revenge plot really over...?

That was fun! Tag me if you answer the same Qs.

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shirohige-pirates · 2 months

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Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Tag List: @clumsyraccoon @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 36: Birds of a Feather

Teach was buried at sea.

When you returned to the boat the others had already wrapped his body. Marco led the service, speaking on a few memories they all shared together, and in the end admitting that he was grateful that things had resolved this way. Teach had died on his own terms, and none of them had to contend with the weight of his choices on their hands.

Izou and Vista slid him into the waves, and Namur and Islewan pulled him down into the depths. Shanks had poured everyone a drink, saying that Teach had lived and died as he wished, and that was as much as anyone could hope for.

You drank with the others, but something sour lingered on your tongue.

It was late Sunday, nearly Monday when you got home. Marco carried you inside, reassuring you that he was uniquely equipped to deal with long days, and still had energy to spare. He tended to you and himself, getting you both cleaned up and into night clothes.

You fell asleep wrapped in his arms, and dreamt of an empty library. The floors were as you knew them, the shelves were wooden. No spinels of blood lined the wood work, and nothing was out of place, but all the books that had been piled up by teach were easily discernible, their covers glowing softly on the shelves.

Waiting, and ready for you when you were ready for them.

Marco called out from the clinic for the rest of the week, coordinating with another vet from a nearby city so Law wouldn’t be forced to cover the entire hospital on his own. He didn’t mention Teach’s death, just that his girlfriend had been in an accident over the weekend and he was going to look after her.

You wanted to argue with him when he said if he didn’t take the time off you wouldn’t rest, but you didn’t have much room to talk. Especially since you wouldn’t be strictly resting as it was.

Monday afternoon you and Marco went to Kid’s shop.

The three of you went into a back office that had no windows, and you were pretty sure it was lead-lined at the least. Kid promised that no one outside of that room would hear a word, devil fruit or not, and so you told him.

Everything.

The island you escaped from, your family ties, your devil fruit, what Teach meant to do, how you fought him. When you explained that Teach had his eyes on you before you had gotten involved with Marco his anger cooled some, but the entire story had him on a bit of a rollercoaster.

It felt like you were talking for hours, but by the end of it, things were good between all three of you. Kid promised he’d set his own business on fire before he’d give up your secret, but if you’d been worried about that in the first place you wouldn’t have said anything at all.

You coordinated having him or Killer drive your car back to your house for you. With everything that had happened, plus the marathon discussion, you were too worn out to drive safely. It didn’t help that you were still healing, but given it hadn’t even been forty-eight hours since your fight with Teach it shouldn’t have been surprising.

Frustrating, maybe, but not surprising.

Marco didn’t have to carry you into the house by the time you got home, but you were grateful when he insisted you sit on the couch and let him take care of dinner. You teased him for spoiling you, and he threatened to show you what it would really be like if he properly spoiled you.

Tuesday Ivankov came to the house around lunch time as promised. You weren’t surprised to see she’d brought enough food for you and Marco. You were surprised to see her dressed down, in a way, but she insisted it was so she didn’t attract any undue attention.

And so you told your story a second time. With Ivan at least, you didn’t have to start at the beginning, so you simply brought her up to speed on the events with Teach, and your devil fruit power. Not that you even had to say much, she was nodding along and filling in blanks for you before you could even get to them. The only thing she didn’t seem to know about the fruit’s abilities was the cost for reading without the owner’s permission.

Aside from an intense debate about when you were going to return to work, the rest of the visit went well. In the end you had to agree to properly resting in order to return to work next week. It was going to be Marco’s yay or nay that decided it, and only because he volunteered to do so in order to help you both reach a compromise.

Wednesday, with nothing to distract you, the events of the weekend caught up with you. You spent most of the day in bed, a mix of pain from your injuries, and the mental weight of what had happened. You and Marco spent most of the day talking about it over and over, digging into specific points and listening to one another’s feelings on it.

No judgment. No resolutions. It was just a matter of getting the words and thoughts out and talking about them. The loss, the relief, the fears, the concerns, the joy of having survived it. The guilt of having survived it. The frustration at not being able to stop it from happening in the first place. The anger of having your quiet, normal life upended, and the risk of being exposed after years of keeping your secrets tucked away.

The shame of having had such secrets.

Marco had kissed your tears away, and the evening had passed with easier conversation after that, and so had the days beyond. Thursday into Friday, the time between you both was easy and calm. Marco cooked, pampered you, did what he could to manage your injuries and keep you resting.

Saturday you went to the book café and perused the stacks. It was a relief to have enough energy and little enough pain to make it through the day without being exhausted when you got back home. The progress was heartening, and the shower that evening with Marco, while a little frisky, was a good indicator of how well you were healing.

Soon all the physical marks of that encounter would be gone.

Sunday you woke up early enough to make breakfast for you and Marco. He was a little bit more of an early riser than you, or - as you were beginning to suspect - required less sleep due to the legendary power in his veins. You shared a quiet breakfast with him.

“I hope I’m not being bribed.” He teases, as he finishes breakfast.

“Bribed?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow and smiling. “Oh, right, my sweet and handsome doctor needs to sign me off for work Monday.” Marco smiles, a chuckle on his lips as he takes your empty plate.

“Now I know I am, yoi.”

“Pish-posh,” you scoff. “A flower by any other name, or whatever.” You laugh a little, waving your hand dismissively and giving him a leering look. “Sweatpants shouldn’t look that good on anyone.”

“I could take them off, if they’re displeasing you, pretty bird.” Marco hums.

“Alas, they’d look even better on the floor, so there’s no winning for me.” You reply dejectedly, and are rewarded with the clattering of plates in the sink. He side-eyes you and you just give him a big grin.

“You’re in rare form this morning.” He says, trying to grumble the words despite the smile on his lips.

“I’ve been sleeping with quite the handsome gentleman lately.” You muse, taking a moment to stretch. There’s a few little aches and pains left over, but for only a week, you’ve healed up very well. Thanks in large part to Marco. “Who has been taking exceptional care of me,” you continue, eyes shifting up from his hips to his face.

“It’s my fault then, eh?”

You hum with a smile.

“I hope you’re not putting on a brave face just to be able to return to work.”

You snort, almost choking on a laugh. “It is something I’d do,” you admit, feeling a little called out. “But I promise, I feel great today.”

You let your gaze slip along his body, knowing full well he’s watching you do so. Eventually you shift your eyes back up to his. “I can prove it.”

It didn’t take much convincing to get Marco to lay on the bed. He moved with you, helping to make it easier as you stripped him. He stayed laid back, letting you do as you pleased as you left soft kisses against his skin. You took your time too, using your current position to trace and touch every where you wanted. Marco didn’t say anything, twitching only a little from time to time, soft hitches in his breath when you did something sweet. He wasn’t being overt, but he wasn’t completely hiding away his secrets from you either.

When your fingers moved over his dick he twitched the most, hips shifting and lips parting. You could see pink tinge his ears, he’d been enjoying your lips against his body and had closed his eyes. The change in focus had almost caught him completely off guard.

You grin, licking your lips before leaning down and running the tip of your tongue along his shaft. You could feel his legs tense beneath you, could see his hands flex against the bedding. You lick again, pressing your tongue flat against him, and taking your time. By the time you reach the tip you can feel him twitching against your tongue.

You look up at him, tongue pressed against the head of his cock, and can see the blood rush into his face. You finish the motion, flicking the tip of your tongue over his slit and he mumbles something you don’t understand. It sounds like the hodge podge language Izou was telling you about, but he murmurs it so quickly you’re not sure you would’ve understood him anyway.

“What was that?” You question, licking up from the base of his shaft again.

“I think you’ve made your case, yoi.” He husks, barely keeping his voice steady as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Wrapping your hand around his erection you lick and suck the tip, wet and sloppy, using your spit to lubricate your hand. Marco hisses in a breath at the sudden pleasurable assault and you hear him almost growl your name.

You look up at him, watching him bite the bottom of his lip when you lick his tip again. “Not until you come undone under me.” You respond, going back to your task. “Just once, at least.”

Marco starts to say something, but the words break in his throat when you go down on him entirely. “By the seas-!” Marco grunts, sinking into the bed and reaching toward you, moving your hair out of the way so he can see you. You can feel the tremble in his hand, but he doesn’t make any move to stop you.

It’s quiet for the most part, little more sound than the noises you make, wet and heavy against his hard cock. It’s your “song” he enjoys the most, so you don’t play up the noises you could make, instead focusing on teasing and pleasing him. Watching and listening and adjusting to all the soft grunts and subtle gasps. Noting when he twitches, and when his fingers tighten in your hair briefly.

The bitter taste of precum is a sweet reward, the shift of his hips, the heavier way his breath falls from his lips.

“Pretty bird,” he husks, voice breathy and the fire in his eyes hazier than usual. “I’m going to -.”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, against his skin, sinking down and taking him so deep you bury your nose in his happy trail. You hear him swear and shortly after you’re swallowing against him as he cums down your throat.

You come up slowly, pressing your tongue against his shaft, and wrapping your fingers around it. You’re not aggressive, but you’re not letting him calm down. You know you don’t have the energy to tease him for too long, so when a strained sound escapes him, caught between a nervous laugh and whimper, you stop, and look up at him with the most innocent face you can muster.

He mutters something to himself, face flushed, running a hand through his hair absently. “You’re dangerous, pretty bird.”

“I told you,” you begin, straddling his hips and rubbing your pussy against his cock. “I want to see you come apart beneath me.” The words leave you in a heavy husk, need already deep in your bones. “At least once.”

You grind against him for a moment, until you feel him shift under you, his own need winning out over his attempts to stay still. He wasn’t denying you the chance to take control, but he wasn’t relinquishing it completely either.

“If someone told me I’d be desperate for sex, after a week,” you huff, lining him up with your entrance.

“And a day,” Marco interjects, making you chuckle softly.

“I - haaa,” You bite down on your lip as you sink onto his cock. The sweet sensation of being filled, and how easily it went in with your current arousal, erased your train of thought entirely. You lean back, appreciating the look on his face. His hands are on your thighs, fingers twitching with desire, but he doesn’t try to move you. His gaze is already locked, watching you take him in.

You sink down slowly, letting the both of you feel every twitch and throb.

It wasn’t like you’d been going mad with need the last week. You weren’t having trouble sleeping, you weren’t chaining wet dreams, but there’s still something in the act that is grounding. Something comforting beyond the simple pleasure of it all.

It’s different, with you on top of him, but it’s a return to what you had been building. There’s no pirate or legendary phoenix beneath you, nothing more than a beautiful man whose fingers were flexing against the bedding as you started to ride him.

There was no runaway noble, no great keeper of knowledge, no terrible cost upon your head. Just an office worker who stumbled into a small clinic with a hurt dog in her arms and a bit of desperation in her voice. There was no grand adventure or great cause laid out before you, just an innumerable number of mornings with fresh coffee and sweet greetings.

Slipping your hands into his, you use the leverage to pick up your pace a little. You keep it steady, flexing your thighs and squeezing against him when you move up, and grinding into his body when you came down, lingering a second before repeating the process.

Marco’s reactions were always subdued. Not that you felt he was holding back on purpose, but that experience and practice had simply made it a matter of course. You’d learned how to tell, however. Watching small licks of flames skitter along his shoulder, and flicker in his hair. How those hooded eyes would focus on what he wanted, sharp and relentless like any bird of prey, no matter how relaxed the rest of him looked. The subtle, but telling, flex of his fingers, and the soft hitch in otherwise steady breathing.

Seeing all those small things dance along his seemingly neutral demeanor was a treat in and of itself. But you wanted more. Just a little more. Something a little less subtle. Something to crack that well-practiced control, even for just a moment.

Your breath comes out heavier and faster as you get closer. Your fingers flex against Marco’s and your tongue slips over your teeth as you look down at him. His skin was flushed and slick with sweat, his hooded eyes full of fire even as he did his best to maintain his usual calm, but you could tell how close he was.

“Mi estrella,” you hum and feel his body tense, his eyes going wide, as his gaze is locked with yours. “Cum with me, mi es-estrella.”

Marco’s calm demeanor cracks, and he growls a swear between his teeth as his hips buck up into you. His fingers flex against yours as you lean forward, barely managing to match his pace as the near desperate thrusts send pleasurable jolts through your body.

His hands slip from yours, grabbing your hips roughly. “Hells!” Marco hisses fingers digging desperately into your skin as his rhythm shatters. You can feel him throbbing inside you and it’s enough to push you over the edge. Watching his demeanor even just crack had been nearly enough on its own.

Your hands on his chest, your breath falling out in satisfied huffs, you ride out your orgasm against him, his hands still shivering against your hips, helping steady you. Hot, strong hands slip up your hips to your waist, thumbs rolling over your skin as satisfaction eases the tension in all your muscles.

He guides you to lay down on his chest, arms wrapping around you as you both just bask for a moment. You can feel the flickering warmth of his flames against your skin, the sting of his earlier grip on your hips lessening.

“You don’t have to heal every mark.” You murmur, kissing the edges of his tattoo.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Where’d you learn that?”

You trail kisses up his jaw, smirking knowingly, and batting your eyelashes in mock innocence. “Learn what, mi estrella?” Your feigned ignorance turns into a yelp as Marco grabs your arms and flips you both over, pinning you underneath him.

The yelp devolves into giggles as Marco peppers you with kisses, slipping his fingers between yours and pressing your hands into the mattress as the light, teasing pecks and nuzzles turn into something deeper. Your giggles smooth out into soft gasps and moans, body squirming under him a little before he kisses your lips properly.

“Who taught you that, mi cielo?” He repeats, words and breath hot against your ear before he returns to teasing you, teeth and lips sending shivers down your neck.

“It came to me-e-e-e,” your words shiver against his shoulder as his knees move and start forcing your legs open. “In - in a dream.”

“That so, yoi?” His kisses trail down your neck and start lingering at your collarbone.

Hands on his shoulders you nod. “F-Fitting, right?” You gasp, half-mesmerized by the way he can look so relaxed and still be so focused. You can’t help the needy whimper that bubbles up in you as his lips dance around your nipples. “There’s probably something quite clever - ah! - ah-about the sky and sta-a-a-a-a-ars in there some-somewhere.” Your words break as your body twitches and squirms beneath him.

“Certainly,” he agrees, hands against your thighs as he pushes your legs open more.

“M-Marco, wait, wait, I-I’m still recovering!” You gasp, fingers clutching the bed sheets as he licks the inside of your thigh.

“Mm, I thought you were feeling great today?” He hums, repeating the lick on your other thigh, leaning up enough to nip and kiss your hip.

“I was - am! I am!” You insist, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his head up before his mouth wanders enough to shatter your focus.

You knew the fire that was in his eyes right now. The hooded gaze was almost too much to bear, and certainly too much to argue against. You don’t say anything, loosening your grip on his hair and watching him move as he pleased. The unspoken consent being all he needed.

“I’ve been waiting to do this.” Marco hums, lips and tongue brushing against your clit.

Something in his tone prompts you. “To do what?” The question comes out and your jaw drops as an impossibly long tongue slips from between Marco’s lips. It’s darker, turning blue at the edges and tapering out to something long and pointed. You knew he had fine control of his devil fruit, but you could hardly process him being able to transform his tongue like that.

“Oh fuck,” you husk, hips rolling in anticipation as the tip of the deviously long tongue flicks along your skin.

“Sing well for me, pretty bird.” He muses, speaking perfectly fine despite the impressive change to his tongue.

The tapered muscle slips inside you easily, twisting and curling so smoothly you weren’t able to really comprehend much except that the sensation was pleasurable. The deeper it went, the thicker it got and what started out slender and wiggly, quickly became thick and twisted. Marco’s hooded eyes weren’t looking at you, instead he seemed to be looking at nothing, mind focused on the task of controlling his tongue.

It wasn’t something he was well-practiced in, and you wondered idly if you were the first person to receive such a pleasure from him.

You weren’t left to ponder it for long, his long and flexible tongue quickly finding all the places that made you gasp and twitch. He had you racing to another orgasm quickly, and just before you reached the peak he stopped, pulling his tongue out of you.

His face was a mess of pleasure and drool, his hands reaching under you, grabbing your ass and lifting your hips up off the mattress. The sudden movement cut short your whimpering protests, legs draped over his shoulders, hips higher than your head as your shoulders are pushing into the mattress from the new position.

“Sorry,” he grins, his normal tongue licking against your slit and teasing your clit a little, hooded eyes watching you. “I just think it’s going to be better this way.”

“Better?” You nearly whimper. “I was alre-red-ready - hannnngh!” The words die on your lips as his tongue plunges into you, twisting and pushing in even deeper than before. The new position lets him nuzzle his nose against your clit while his tongue went work and there was nothing to save you.

Grabbing onto the sheets to brace yourself, you push back into him, and are rewarded with a pleased hum. His tongue pushes in a little deeper and your body begins to shiver. It’s all you have to focus on breathing, and you realize you’re still not fully recovered, but the sensation building inside you is making you dizzy.

“Please, please,” you murmur the word over and over, eyes hazy and euphoric. You can see Marco’s gaze on you, sharp and bright, and it’s almost more intense than the impossible tongue pulsing in your cunt. You can feel the mess of your arousal and his effort slipping down your thighs and dripping off his fingers.

Your body rolls from the pleasure, murmured pleas breaking into whimpering gasps as he brings you higher and higher. You don’t dare cover your face, or stifle your sounds, even in you addled state, letting his name fall like sweet wine from your lips as your body tenses. Marco moves with you, your hips bucking from the orgasm as it curls your body.

No matter how you twist, torn between wanting more and wanting to escape the pleasure, the edges of your mind almost afraid of such a rush, he never lost his hold on you. His tongue never relents, his eyes drink in every twitch, twist, and cry, watching carefully to be sure you never cross the line from pleasure to pain, from euphoria to fear. The crash of pleasure as your orgasm peaks is relief and exhilaration in equal measure. Tense muscles tighten almost too much before being drowned in dopamine, relaxing even as they twitch in pleasure and effort.

The rush leaves you in a hazy bliss.

Lowering you slowly to the bed, the long, terribly effective, and horribly skilled tongue of your lover skips along your skin for a moment, pulling a few left over huffs and moans from you as you sink into the mattress. You give him a satisfied smile, tired fingers dancing along his arms as he leaves soft kisses against your stomach and chest, following along your center until his lips found yours.

“That,” you sigh, grinning as he leans back down and kisses you again. “Was intense.” You sigh again as Marco lays down beside you. “I didn’t realize you had such fine control over your form.”

He smiles, sticking his normal tongue out and wiggling it. “Izou hates it.” He admits, shifting enough to wrap his arms around you and snuggle properly. “But he was also unfortunate enough to see the entire learning process.”

“Mm, I imagine there’s some body horror in there when you’re trying to figure it out.” You hum, already feeling the sweet embrace of sleep start to wrap around you.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, pretty bird.” Marco insists, leaning back a little and getting you to look at him.

“I won’t.” You assure him, kissing his chest. “I’m just enjoying the moment.” Your fingers trace aimless lines along his skin. “They’re… some of my favorite.”

“Mm.” The soft affirmation comes through his chest more than his mouth, warm hands stroking your back slowly.

“We’ve had, ahem, quite the assortment of moments, since we met.” You muse, your voice falling a little at the end. “Good and bad, huh?”

You can feel his gaze shift down to you, even as your eyes stay on his tattoo. You can feel his body tense just a little, but it’s his tone that’s struggling. “… We have.”

Smiling you look up at him. “Relax, I’m just saying that… that I want, uh,” the relief on his face quickly turns to amusement, and you can feel yourself heating up as you realize what you’re starting to imply. “Ah-all…” Your bravado breaks and you tuck your face into his chest again. “All your moments.”

“All of them, huh?” He muses and you nod. “Seems my pretty bird is greedy, yoi.”

“Perhaps.” You murmur. “Just a little.”

“In that way, we’re birds of a feather,” he muses and you laugh, looking up at him as his hand guides your chin up just a little further so he can kiss you. “Because I, as well, want all your moments.”

~Fin

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