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rosepompadour · 2 years

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ANNA KARINA rehearses for her jukebox dance scene in VIVRE SA VIE (1962)

Shortly after Anna Karina’s contract [for Le Petit Soldat] was signed, Godard placed a two-page handwritten ad in La Cinématographie française. It read: “Jean-Luc Godard, who has completed Breathless and is preparing Le Petit Soldat, seeks young woman between 18 and 27 to [be] both his actress and his friend.” The effect of this stunt was to make Anna's casting appear to be the result of Anna having slept with the director. Karina was furious at what she considered a humiliating insinuation and returned to the casting office in tears, ready to repudiate the contract and face the consequences. The next day, Godard sent her a telegram making reference to her Danish nationality: "A character from Hans Christian Andersen has no right to cry.’ She ignored the telegram. Karina recalled, “He invited me to a screening of Breathless. I didn’t like it at all. Then we had dinner together. None of this appealed to me in the least. I was suspicious of him." - Richard Brody, Everything Is Cinema: The Working Life of Jean-Luc Godard

#anna karina #vivre sa vie #sixties sweethearts #the french are glad to die for love #*#this is my favorite anna/trashbin joint #B U T #i cropped out g*d*rd 😊#any true anna fan would do the same!#the fact that he saw her (from DAY ONE)#as some weird fairy tale automaton who had 'no right' to human emotions #EVEN AFTER being exploited by him #says everything you need to know about godard tbh #he was so fucking abusive towards her #he drove her to attempt suicide and the doctor actually told anna that she needed to recover 'away from her husband' or she'd do it again #he ripped up her clothes and her teddy bears (of course this girl owns teddy bears)#and then he told her he was happier without her and made her cry on NATIONAL TELEVISION #and people are still shocked by what he did to agnes varda?#nope that's just godard being godard #but sure tumblr keep on shipping it! so french! tres chic!!!#(i'm on my second glass of wine lol)

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the-lightless-flame · 1 year

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everything about agnes living in hilltop road is. so funny to me

she got sent there bc arthur thought the web would be good at taking care of a child ig???? ok sure buddy.

during that time she did. things? ig? i think she just tried to burn people. especially raymond

then after a while she just got bored of raymond and killed him. she kept his hand tho. people came looking for him and she was like 'nono this is my house now he gave it to me dw about it'

and then she lived there for like another year or two. alone. in the web house.

then she burned it down and. went and did her cult messiah stuff ig

idk i just think that was very cool of her

#its great i love that she did all that stuff #also does encourage the web!agnes headcanon a little but. so do most things about her tbh #i really like that headcanon ok #and just her as a character #could u tell #tma #the magnus archives #agnes montague #lightless speaks #agnesblogging

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vvanessaives · 1 year

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— OCS + SONGS.

i was tagged by @honeysofte @nuwanders and @katsigian to share a few songs that remind me of my characters and by @morvaris @devilbrakers and @nuclearstorms to post 5-10 songs for a ship so i just put together both things into one single post, these two are like one single entity for me anyway jdfhkds. thank you all SOOO much ily!!

tagging: i feel like i bothered so many ppl already with tags in the past days dsfjk and probably everyone already got tagged so idk but @uldwynsovs @arklay @steelport @swordcoasts @girlbosselrond @reaperkiller @faarkas @sufferthorn @indorilnerevarine and literally anyone that wants to do this

full playlist of the 2 idiots if you feel brave

1. IN UN CERTO QUAL MODO - ghemon

when you stay with me || even in the moments when i feel like i'm going crazy || you make me feel like, you know, that certain way || that i can't explain and yet, love, i try

2. DISCO (I LOVE IT) - ditonellapiaga

and it took the summer to say || that you wanted to disconnect, leave || a classic, an ending already experienced || and you left me between a kiss and a shotgun

but i don't care what you do anymore || if you cry between smiles || i'll look for your heart inside an old record || and now more than ever || if you were here i would tell you (i love it, disco, disco)

3. ESTATE - selton, priestess

summer || you're warm like the kisses i've lost || you're filled with a love that has passed || that my heart would like to erase

summer || which gave its perfume to every flower || the summer that created our love || to then make me die of pain

4. OUT OF TIME - the weeknd

the last few months, i've been working on me, baby || there's so much trauma in my life || i've been so cold to the ones who loved me, baby || i look back now and i realize ||

say i love you, girl, but i'm out of time || say i'm there for you, but i'm out of time || say that i'll care for you, but i'm out of time || said, i'm too late to make you mine, out of time

5. WICKED GAME - chris isaak

the world was on fire and no one could save me but you || it's strange what desire will make foolish people do

what a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way // what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

6. ADORE - jamilah barry

tell me the truth || do you feel the way i feel for you || don't say you do || just because you think i want you to || i want you to || but not like how they say you should

7. I COULDN'T LOVE YOU MORE - sade

i couldn't love you more || if time was running out // if everyone in the world || could give me what i wanted || i wouldn't want for more than i have // i couldn't love you more, boy || stay exactly how you are

8. LOVERS ROCK - tv girl

are you sick of me? || would you like to be?

but if you're too drunk to drive || and the music is right || she might let you stay || but just for the night || and if she grabs for your hand || and drags you along || she might want a kiss || before the end of this song

9. DUE - elodie

what do you expect if you already know how it ends? || hidden by the thinnest veil all my fears || that again tonight wrap around you

you want a woman who isn't there || and if you think about it, our love was just born || but it's already ended badly || and if now you're looking for me, forgive me || tell me, why?

10. KILLSHOT - magdalena bay

if i wanna stay alive, you should never cross my mind || yeah i knew it, i've been through it || if i fall in every time, wicked love will leave me blind || oh god, can you make my heart stop? || hit me with your killshot, baby

#tag games #thank you everyone again for the tag MWAH!!!!!!#many italian songs there so i can sing along with all my heart as i listen <3 it's a bit messy on vibes?? but u know what. fuck it we ball #when wicked game goes 'what a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you' yea makes me insane 😔#and when lovers rock goes (all the 3:34 minutes) i'm laying on my bed & thinking of life forever hope this helps #my personal fave here is in un certo qual modo bc every time i listen to it i feel like happiness truly exists. i love life all of sudden.#oc: vesper #oc: fenix #OH and art in the banner is by agnes cecile which is one of my fave italian artist <3

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frostywisp · 11 months

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im slowly amassing an ever-rising pile of backlog of fiction and other media to go thru and idk what to do with it

my gmail inbox hasnt hit zero in months, my google crhome tab count has been above 20 consistently, even after i bookmarked and cleared the black hole of song lyric tabs

it is a great problem to have, an unsuspecting problem to have, an "out of my depth" vibe problem to have

哎，天啊，我该怎么做？

#daily frost noises #frost eloquence #also pile onto the fact that i rly shd b studying #but im playing genshin star rail n marvel snap instead #at least my watch later hasnt gone above 20 in the past weeks #when will kazuha banner arrivveeeee i love u genshin but i wanna put it away for a while agn #fomo frm f2p n resin capped be like #at least i got the card back for marvel snap so aft this season is over im gnna stay away for a bit #drown in hsr #alsoalso ive been spending my time reading dresden files instead #so ig thts why thr's a backlog #i hate having backlogs #backlogs #dresden files is rly fucking good tho #and its real books!#im gng out the house to visit libraries!!#aint that great

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tired-beholding-bitch · 2 years

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fire exists the first in light

guess who’s in love with agnes montague and decided to make it everyone’s problem ❤️ it is me, yes ❤️

honestly this is just self-indulgent fluff because she deserved to have soft and kind and gentle things and she never go to, and jack had such a sweet and bright love for her. idk it just makes my heart clench to think about them.

enjoy! here you can find the fic on ao3 if you prefer ✨

ASHES denote that fire was;

Respect the grayest pile

For the departed creature’s sake

That hovered there awhile.

Fire exists the first in light,

And then consolidates,—

Only the chemist can disclose

Into what carbonates.

— Emily Dickinson

Agnes forgot her scarf.

Jack confirms that’s still the case by stealing another sideways glance at her, as if anything would have changed in the last minute or so.

He’s usually better at not staring at her quite so plainly. Usually, though, he isn’t as distracted.

Her throat is pale and delicate, her skin smooth like cream.

Jack wants to run his index finger down the long, perfect column of it, and press down gently in the hollow between her clavicles.

Instead, he curls his hand into a fist at his side, tendons tensing and relaxing as he tears his eyes away.

It doesn’t last, really. She’s hard to look away from, the way she stands tall, her shoulders drawn back and her chin tilted up, trusting her feet to find their place on the earth even on the irregular terrain of the park.

She approaches most things like that – unwaveringly certain of the end result, never pausing for questions – and sometimes he wonders what that makes of him, when he hardly knows where he’ll be next week. If she’ll look at him one day and decide, as one would decide whether to wear a white or black shirt, to simply never show up on his doorstep again.

It’d hardly be surprising, but he doesn’t like dwelling on it.

There’s no point to it – either she’ll stay or she won’t, but she is here right now, and that’s enough.

He sighs, glancing up at the sky. It looks like rain, but then, every day looks like rain in November. When he risks another look at Agnes, estimating enough time has passed as not to make it weird, she’s already looking back.

Her expression is wide open, thoughtful. His heart twinges sweetly at the sight of her lips, curled into a subdued version of her lopsided smile.

Jack isn’t a poet.

If he was, he’d be able to find better words to describe the way her hair burns against the slate-grey winter sky, dead branches threaded through it like dark, engorged veins. The subtle warmth of her body next to his, growing stronger every time their shoulders brush in passing. The white mist of her breath, thick and opaque like smoke.

He wants to hold her hand.

The next time their arms touch, he can feel the heat radiating from the back of her hands, curling around his wrist like a warning.

He doesn’t reach out. Instead, he swallows, and speaks before he can talk himself out of it.

«Do you want my scarf?» he says. It still comes out tentative, somewhat. He’s nervous around her. At this point, perhaps he’ll never stop, and he’s alright with the idea. It feels right, that there would be a price to pay to see her eyes widening, all amber and muted gold, as she hums in pleased surprise.

Her hand goes to her throat, long fingers wrapping around the naked skin, fingertips tapping an absent-minded rhythm. She nods.

The scarf is stifling around his neck, wound too tightly in his haste to leave the house. He unravels the knot quite gladly at her assent, holding out the bundle of fabric for her to take. It’s easy to imagine stepping in front of her, carefully tucking the ends into her coat. Her fingers twist in the soft cotton, tugging it closer, and he lets go of the thought.

She doesn’t tie it at all, letting it hang loose and swing slightly back and forth as she walks. The black cloth is a stark contrast to the paleness of her – it makes her face look sharper, carved roughly out of bone-white driftwood.

He wonders what she’d look like clad in vibrant greens and the dark yellow of autumn leaves, in robin egg blue and lavender purple. He hopes to be still here in the spring, if only to see a sundress flutter in the breeze around her knees, and feels adrift.

They walk in silence.

It lingers, stretching in the yawning distance between their fingers, scant and yet impossible to breach. It’s familiar.

Agnes doesn’t talk often.

In fact, it’d be maybe more accurate to say she doesn’t talk almost at all, except to offer tidbits of information in response to some rambling anecdote or other about his family or his friends or his job. He had quickly run out of stories, his life exhausting itself into her steady breathing and the cracking of twigs under her weight, and now they spend most of their time together just walking in the rapidly darkening light.

He holds what little she volunteered close to his chest, even if it paints a rather strange picture.

Something about a large family, and religion, and years she spent away, tangled in something bigger than he can understand. She doesn’t mind the cold. She doesn’t like spiders.

The time she told him about the spiders was the only one in which she’d let something like anger slip in her voice – it had seethed, crackling and powerful, and the air around them had grown hazy with the smell of smoke and burning dust.

He’d never talked about it again. He tries not to think too hard about any of it.

It’s kind of hard to do, though, when the only other occasions Agnes initiates conversation involve the kind of question that makes him freeze on the spot, anxiety writhing in his chest like it wants to scoop something out of it.

«Do I scare you?» she asks, today. She’s smiling as she speaks – the sort of there, sort of not smile that makes his heart contract and expand too violently, recoiling against his ribcage like a faulty gun –, her head just barely turned towards him. Her voice doesn’t raise at the end, and it comes out not sounding like a question at all.

She doesn't wait for an answer, either.

Her expression doesn't change, but he can still tell – with the absolute certainty of dreams, that lingering conviction – that she's sad when she wasn't before. Something in her choice, her gaze meaningful and heavy.

«It's okay if I do. I'm supposed to.» she says, and he can't gauge the emotion in her tone but it clings to the words like blood, her expression unreadable. Final.

Jack hates it with furious, single-minded intensity.

Then the streetlamp next to them blinks to life, casting its warm glow against the encroaching darkness of the evening, and suddenly she's awash with light.

It takes his breath away.

Agnes has always been beautiful. Now she's lit from within, almost, and he has the insane thought that if he touched her he'd burn.

He still wants.

Her eyes flicker like a summer bonfire, dark specks of terracotta dancing in her irises. This close he can make out the golden freckles dotting her nose – the red, suffused glow of her cheeks, the rose-tint of her lips he wants to kiss brighter. He might die if he did, he thinks, his wildly beating heart bursting out of his chest at last, but she's real and warm and breathing, and she might well be the only real and warm and breathing thing left in the world, in the island of light the streetlamp paints around them, his breath freezing in the glacial November air before he can fully exhale.

It leaves him unbalanced, teetering on the edge of something he isn't quite ready to face.

He falls.

«Can I hold your hand?» he asks, and it echoes too loud in the quiet between them. Presumptuous, maybe.

Heart rabbiting in his temples, climbing up his throat to pulse in his palate as he waits to see if he finally pushed his luck too far, he waits. Stops two steps behind her, leaving her space.

Agnes doesn't leave.

Instead, she stops, two steps in front. She rummages for a second in the deep pocket of her big black coat, making a small sound in her throat when she finds what she was looking for.

She slips the leather gloves on one at a time, primly, tugging them under the cuff of her sleeves until no skin is left exposed. They're maybe a little small for her – he watches her flex her fingers inside them, stretching them out, like

It's endearing. Even more so when she thrusts her arm behind her, fingers wiggling a little. He can't tell if she's trying to encourage him or just still getting used to the feeling of leather.

Jack takes her hand anyway, and ignores the way his own shakes as he does.

It feels momentous, when she tightens her grip, squeezing gently.

Warmth seeps through where their palms touch, flushed together, sensation coming back tingling and prickly to his cold skin.

«No one had ever held my hand before.» Agnes says, and her smile is more there than it isn't, her mouth soft and open with it. She doesn't sound sad anymore.

«I won't let go until you ask me to.» he says.

It isn't until the words are out he finds they sound as sure as hers ever did.

#tbh i should just go around wearing a 'ask me about agnes montague' shirt because i could talk about her for hours #and have before #(yes it was to saint) (yes that nickname is more and more literal)#(care u if you're reading this)#not to mention there's a joke to be made thereabout the string of fate #if that spider in his flat that she burns to dust had anything to do with it at least #but ANYWAYS #im also writing other things i promise this just happened to get done #unlike my several other wips #and i thought i might as well share it after sitting on it for a couple days #much love i hope y'all enjoy <3 #tma #tma fic #agnes montague #jack barnabas #tired writes

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 2 years

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This is a very purely scientific question, just how feral can Estinien get when it comes to Agni's voluptuous figure?

(This is extremely NSFW.)

Estinien was frustrated.

He was frustrated with this "journey" through Dravania.

He was frustrated that Alphinaud seemed to have no practical knowledge at all.

He was frustrated that Lady Iceheart enjoyed needling him at every moment.

However, in this particular moment, Estinien was frustrated...sexually. He'd barely had a moment's peace to answer nature's call, let alone jack off in private. Now though, in the privacy of a hot spring inside a cave, he could finally see to the ache in his cock as he bathed. He leaned against the stone, hand on his engorged member, and thought about her.

Agnes Currai was a sweet, thoughtful, and frankly adorable woman who inspired all who came into contact with her. She always was quick to offer a smile or kind word. She also really likes hugs.

Oh how I wish I could hug her...squeeze every curve of hers. Estinien groaned, closing his eyes as he thought of her. She's so fucking beautiful. So sexy. Never seen a more sexy woman than her. Tall and full of softness. I wonder how soft her tits are. They're so fucking big and jiggly when she dances or jumps. SHE jiggles. Fucking hells, she jiggles---her arms and legs and belly...would she let me fuck her tits? Or mayhap let me eat her out while her huge thighs squeeze my head? I could kiss them too and a little nibble? There's so fucking much of her to touch...

His moans and pants grew louder with every second. Tis good I'm alone. I can be as loud as I want when I think of her. I could kiss her belly too...and hips. Fury, her hips. Soft and wide and swinging so damn sensually every time she walks. Ah, and when she walks, her thighs touch and I want to touch myself. Agi's a feast. A banquet. And no man has ever touched her. What insanity! Do men in the south not know a beautiful woman when they see her? Do they lack taste? Who wouldn't see her and think "Fury's frozen tits, you are gorgeous!" Nay, I have taste. Would she let me kiss every ilm of her? So soft and pretty and perfect. I'd worship her every day, several times a day, if that's her desire. Or even simply lay my head in her giant titties. I'd die a happy man...I'm close. So close. I want to hold her against me and grab that fat ass...

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK." Estinien nearly yelled as he spilled into his calloused hand, panting and sweating bullets. When he came back to earth a few minutes later, he chuckled at the mess he made. That's several days' worth of frustration. I certainly hope it won't be another week or so before I get to do this again. As he washed himself, he continued to think of her.

Oh Agi, how I wish I could tell you. You say no man would ever want you, yet...nay. Not til my duty is done. Until then, I shall protect you and be your faithful servant, dear lady. Maybe...you'd let me call you "sweetheart." Someday, perhaps.

#no man would ever love me #estinien x wol #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #wolstinien #asker i wuv u #ask and you shall receive #pre-relationship #estinien is having a tough time on the dravania roadtrip #alphinaud can't make a fire and he gets roasted by ysayle constantly #and he's in love with agi but can't let that interfere with his mission #agnes currai #literally she says and he's like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON

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lhrry · 2 years

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I'm sorry you're feeling down :/ here are links to some of my fav louis moments (hoping they still work)

1) a compilation of cute things louis has said

https://killmygoldenn.tumblr.com/post/628628534723788800/louis-tomlinson-once-said

2) a collection pics of louis beaming like the actual sun

https://lesbianslovelouis.tumblr.com/post/680354539069702144

3) louis being cute and messing up his valentine's day message

https://tommosgun.tumblr.com/post/676159840164495360/tommosgun-wishing-you-the-best-valentines

4) misc. cute louis things that reaffirm that he is my comfort person

https://fairylouies.tumblr.com/post/672596608877199361

https://hless.tumblr.com/post/152463659148/listen

Sorry I couldn't link these, hope the URLs are ok though. 💖💖💖

anon i'd die for u thank you thank you thank you!!

#literally watched the first video to stop a panic attack #I love u doing this so much please know I really appreciate it #I know I'm whiny but this is one of thee most difficult times of my life #and I appreciate you all a lot ok #when sad #talk time with agnes

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cedarbranch · 2 years

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I hate you so much /j /s. WHy do you dO this???

They're just,,, so goOd. I am SOBBING - /hj

(I'm rereading a bunch of your GerryMichael fics because I saw My Chem live and I can no longer think straight.)

BLESS... somewhere out there magnoliaverse!gerry is seeing mcr and losing his fucking mind. he hears mama live and is going so hard he almost passes out. HOPE U ENJOYED THE SHOW U LEGEND I CANT WAIT FOR MINE THIS FALL

anyway this ask immediately prompted me to go back and reread some of my favorites of my own gerrymichael fics and then start writing, so i once AGAIN have to thank u for giving me motivation juice <3

#me: i miss wandering eyes 'verse. i should call her. *opens sequel doc*#(proceeds to not work on it and instead add 2k to agnes fic)#agnes is also at the mcr show btw.#actually thinking so hard rn abt what their favorite songs would all be #like mama is a Very Obvious choice for gerry but like. he would have so many deep cut faves too #like death wish and boy division live would annihilate him i think. and would go crazy to vampire money #with agnes i think a lot of her faves are ones they havent played yet but if they DO end up playing early sunsets.... killer #also sleep #i was just abt to type that i'd literally write a oneshot of them all going to the show #and then i realized that that'd be like a crossover event with my own fic-writing history. OOPS #anyway thinking about all the tma fic ideas i abandoned.... they deserved better #archivist!michael au and time travel au i still love u baby im so sorry #me having tag rant of the century over here instead of going to BED #answered

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sttoru · 7 months

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 .

⟣ sypnosis. a nightmare of your lover’s disappearance wakes you from your sleep.

⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. angst, comfort, fluff. takes place after gojo’s unsealed but before dec 24th, bits of spoilers jjk leaks 236 at the end. mentions of death, blood.

⟣ note. based on it’s happening again by agnes obel. coping rn dhmu . . . not proofread bcs i cant read through my tears anyways hope u enjoy im gonna cry myself to sleep now

everyone has to die at one point — not even the strongest of all could avoid that tragical fate. not even the strongest sorcerer you call your lover.

no, not even him. the universe couldn’t spare him. you thought that maybe, it would. maybe fate wouldn’t apply to him. oh, how wrong you were.

blood splatter—a stream of red liquid. right at your feet. right in front of your eyes. a man in half. and not just any regular man;

“satoru !”

your dark surroundings become blurry with tears, your body jolts out of its current dreaming state. you could feel your heart in your chest—in your throat. your brain shut itself off for a few seconds as your eyes try to make out shapes and figures in the room you’re in. your bedroom.

you only then realises that it was all just a gruesome nightmare. a hyperrealistic one at that; one that will haunt you for years.

“hmmh.. ‘m right here, baby.” a groggy voice next to you replies to your yell in agony. the yell that was the shape of your lover’s name leaving your lips—

you instantly turn your head to the right and there he was; the man whom just met death in your dreams. gojo satoru, all alive and well. in your bed, in your presence, in your life.

satoru’s hand aimlessly pats the space next to him in search of your body whilst he rubbed his eyes with the other, trying to adjust his sight to the dark so he could find you. you seemed to be in complete distress. which he does not like.

“it’s okay, shh, shh,” your lover hums, hand finally finding your arm. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you on top of him—your head laying on his chest.

his body was warm. his heartbeat was there. loud and clear in your right ear.

“satoru. . .” a river of tears flows down your cheeks like a dam that has been broken into. your body trembles, lungs feeling like they couldn’t get any air in them from how hard you were sobbing. the pain of losing your loved one; it all came flowing back to you.

satoru frowns, “hey, hey. look at me — sweetheart, c’mon.”

he instantly sits up and pulls you along with him. his hands find your cheeks, tilting your head up. this time it was his turn to feel his heart break in pieces. you looked absolutely distraught. as if you just went through a traumatic experience of some kind. he hated it.

“shit,” satoru mutters under his breath before pulling you into his embrace again, arms circling your waist with his head buried in the crook of your neck, “it’s okay, i’m here now. you’re safe.”

it wasn’t the first time you had nightmares when he was with you. you had them regularly after satoru had gotten sealed in the prison realm for nineteen days—nineteen days of dread for you. of an empty bed, an empty house and an empty life.

when satoru had finally been released from the prison realm it was like a dream come true. a happy dream, that is. not those repetitive, bad ones you have every now and then. you still get those nightmares of your lover being either taken away from you by force or by death itself. your brain couldn’t give you a break — even after his return.

“take a deep breath in,” satoru instructs and sets an example by doing the breathing exercise with you, “hold it for three seconds . . . breathe out for six. mhmm, good—jus’ like that.”

you repeat it a couple more times, sobbing and shaking throughout the entirety of the exercise, but eventually manage to calm down a little. satoru sighs in relief at this;

“you okay, baby?”

you nod weakly and sniff, wanting nothing more than to be held by the man you thought had vanished from your life forever. you had that scare once, when he was sealed, and you never want to go back to those dark times. ever.

“it’s— i, just—“ you hiccup once, unable to complete entire sentences, “i thought you w-were gone. i thought you had died.”

it was silent after that (except for the sound your silent sobs and sniffles). satoru had guessed by now that you saw him die in your dream — that much was pretty obvious. but, the thought that you were this distressed because of it makes him. . . happy in a way.

happy that someone would mourn over him at least.

“well,” satoru pensively replies, hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, “everyone has to meet their end one day, you know?”

that sentence was one that was meant to lighten up the grim mood somehow. one of his many lighthearted remarks that were supposed distract you from your tears. it would work during other moments like these — were you’d be too baffled by the things satoru says to care about what you were crying for — yet today it only worsens your misery.

“shut up.” you weakly punch his chest to which the white haired male chuckles softly, his slender fingers instantly interlocking with yours. satoru’s thumb brushes against your wrist before pulling it up to his lips, placing ticklish kisses among your skin.

another silence hangs in the air.

“seriously though. . . if i were to somehow die, i’d want you to live and move on, yeah?” your lover whispers in such a quiet tone that it was almost inaudible. satoru had looked death right in the eye before — he didn’t care back then if it were actually his end.

he does now. he has the world to lose — his world — his everything. you.

satoru wants to live a happy life with you. he doesn’t want to die now that he has you. the love of his life which he wants to grow old with. maybe have kids with. start an own family away from the busy streets, away from the swarming curses in the city and away from all that sorcerer stuff. it was a nice dream.

“shut it!” you huff and satoru takes another weak punch to the chest. his gaze lands upon your tear struck face and he instantly drops the serious ‘act’.

the sorcerer laughs, his usual boyish laugh that makes you feel better, and he flips you both over so that he has you pinned underneath him. satoru grins before kissing your tummy all over, making you giggle from the ticklish feeling;

“i’m playin’, baby! i’m not going anywhereeee!” he promises through wet pecks against your skin, the smile on his evident even if you couldn’t see it — you could hear it in his voice.

satoru leaves your tummy and moves on to your neck and face. he was smothering you in affection in hopes you’d cheer up some way. he just wants you to forget about anything bad happening to him. you didn’t deserve to think about all that stuff — you deserve to be happy and full of joy.

even without him one day.

“i’d never leave my princess all alone.” satoru shakes his head and pouts dramatically, “who else is gonna spoil you? or kiss and cuddle you to bed, huh?”

you finally show an ounce of joy. a tiny smile. that was all satoru had needed to see. he wasn’t going to stop there, however. his goal was to turn that small smile into a full blown fit of laughter.

“i’m one of a kind, baby. you’re never gonna meet a man like me.” he continues with a proud grin, putting all of his body weight on top of you which causes you to groan and grumble a lighthearted complain.

satoru knows you like it whenever he clings to you and thus he uses that piece of knowledge to help you feel better. his head was buried into your shoulder, limbs enveloping your body like a koala.

“whatever.” you roll your eyes and snuggle up to your lover, closing your eyes as the tiredness hits your body after all that crying.

“whatever !” satoru mocks you in a high-pitched tone, followed by a pair of giggles from the two of you. a third and final punch to the chest finally shuts him up for the rest of the night.

the sorcerer made sure you had fallen asleep first before he whispered the next words in your ear, hoping they’d calm your mind and body so that no nightmares would ever bother you again;

“don’t you worry, sweets. i’m not leaving you. ever.”

. . .

those were the same exact words satoru wished he could utter to you one last time before the current date — 24th of december.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fic #jjk fluff #jjk angst #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo angst #jjk comfort #jjk spoilers

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kidelder · 1 year

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every day i die a little bc of zhu yun and li xun

#like no u guys dont get it skldfj the angst!!! my eyes tear up just thinking about them oh my god #the latest episode is breaking me like i perfectly understand why he said those things but ppl arent getting it and theyre bashing him sm #sigh i love him sm now #hes not perfect and he knows it and she knows it and understands despite how it hurts #he hurts for the fact that he knows that he can hurt her and has hurt her #and she hurts bc she knows he really isnt the way he seems and #she hurts for the way that he has to hurt her like that and that he too feels bad for it #sigh idk what im saying but!! this show!!!!#shut up agnes

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i wish tumblr put your posts at the top of my dash because i am missing out on so much pheonix content bc they keep hiding your posts from me! it’s tragic truly

if i had the jennifer's body kissing gif on my laptop i wld put it here ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

#tumblr wants 2 silence me homophobia is strong but our love iz stronger <333333333333333 #mutuals tag #mailbox #this ask actually gave me motivation to go work agn u r magical

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Hello and good morning/day/night :]

I was wondering, in BNF, we’ve gotten tiny little bits of information about the ‘Nice and Accurate Prophecies’ (not sure if that’s the correct title, sorry) book and TV series, if there was anything else you could tell us about it?

Character names, storylines, plots, any fun details you may have made up or otherwise, etc, etc.

I just think it’s sweet how interested both Aziraphale and Crowley are in the series, and if you might be as interested, if not more, in it too.

Thank you, and have a lovely Sunday. 🫶

this is it, my leash has snapped, i'm wild in the streets, thank u for asking; i'm gonna go be insufferable now

(hi @neil-gaiman if you see this, i think it's safe to read, but it does border on being fan fic. i'm writing a fic where crowley and aziraphale are an artist + writer in an online fandom, much like we are for good omens, and this is the fake story i've made for them to be fans of 💛)

The Nice and Accurate Prophecy

info dump of the fake 5 book series by Agnes Nutter (1985-1992) and its fake fandom:

The Nice and Accurate Prophecy

The Strange and Improbable Prophecy

The Vague and Perfidious Prophecy

The Tense and Harrowing Prophecy

The Faint and Ineffable Prophecy

a dramatic, layered story with a bizarre and unexpectedly lovable cast of characters, humour that hits you out of nowhere, and a lot of attitude from the narrator. a la Good Omens, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

fantasy/historical fantasy and mildly action & romance

a la good omens, a witch and a witchfinder become friends and help each other throughout history, despite being on opposite sides. they get closer as they fight against the immoral plays from their prospective sides (the witchfinder army and a demonic cult the witch was born into) that each lose sight of their core values in a bid to hold more power over the world.

the story is set primarily in a medieval fantasy era, but suddenly jumps to the present in the later books, catching everyone off guard and giving a whole new context to enjoy the story. the challenges they face parallel the earlier story but in a modern take with modern technological twists. the modern era is the late 80s, since that's when it was written.

the witch reincarnates, similar to doctor who, due to a high class black magic ritual they performed in their arrogant youth (which they were NOT supposed to have access to). they've had long lifetimes where they die of old age, and others where they've barely managed to live a year. their reincarnations aren't entirely random; they will reincarnate according to their growth and preferences as a person (a la Magical Boy's magical outfit generations), which includes fluctuation in gender identity. their pronouns fluctuate depending on each "face" they wear, but have canonically been a "they" before. the good side of the fandom (crowley & aziraphale) default to they/them as an overall rule. they do have a name, but they like to change that too, so the fandom almost exclusively calls them witch, or witchy.

the witchfinder also has a name, but the fandom have taken to calling him witchfinder to match the fact that witchy is called by their role. it also helps that a lot of the witchfinder narration refers to him by role instead of name. he is human, 30ish in appearance, but at the end of the first book, the witch fears to lose him and curses him with immortality against his knowledge to try and keep him safe.

witch is crowley-coded, witchfinder is aziraphale-coded. my to-do list includes an illustration of the two of them played by michael and david :') but i picture them being kind of like newt and anathema for the most part.

ship names include witch/finder, witchwitch, w² or witch², and witchfound.

at the start of the first book, they meet and become friends without knowing each other is a witch & finder. the witchfinder is a bit bumbly, like newt, and the witch is cool and suave but neurotic and insecure like many human au variations of crowley (major overcompensation vibes). witch is male at the start of the first book. their friendship is secure when witch finds out he's a witchfinder, so there's less "oh my god i'm friends with the enemy, is he going to kill me in my sleep?" and more "ah fuck, Lets Drink About This"

there's battles, horseback riding, camping out in dark woods, disappearing and losing each other for months at a time, and many missed connections as they try to work together against two common enemies, whilst keeping up the facade that they're on their respective team's sides.

there's charged chemistry in the first book, but it's more plot heavy. there's hints of shippy moments in the 2nd book that fall in between the plot. there's a Moment of almost confession in the 3rd book, and a non romantic kiss towards the end (we gotta, for neil). they're pretty much married in the 4th book, securely at each other's side, but never actually talk about it until the end, and there's a more explicitly stated shippy connection in the 5th book.

agnes herself is a total recluse who drops books out of nowhere then goes back to existing somewhere in the english countryside (people presume). she's happy to supply signed copies to fundraisers and conventions, and sometimes random bookshops across the country will be vandalised with genuine autographs on the inside covers. she's notoriously pedantic about being involved with adaptions behind the scenes, but she has no social media and isn't ~around~. she once did a talk when she was presented with an honorary doctorate, and did a single book signing when the first Prophecy book came out, but beyond that she keeps to herself.

there are a small handful of quotes from her in behind-the-scenes footage talking vaguely about character intensions and clarifying world building, but she likes to leave things up to interpretation like neil does. it's in these few snippets of interaction we've seen from her that she's steadfastly supportive of intersectionality and lgbt rights, like staring dead-eyed at an interviewer when they ask her a ridiculously heteronormative question about the characters (like "have you read my books?")

adaptions include:

(most adaptions start like the book, with a male witch at the beginning that turns into a female witch when they first regenerate. the early ones usually change the pacing by switching to a female actor by the time they realise witchfinder is a witchfinder, unlike in the book where he's male for this scene, and there's way less Charged™ chemistry between the m/m witch/finder.)

Feature Film: late 90s, kind of cheesy, but good spirited fantasy (a la Indiana Jones). focuses on the first book alone, with hints to a sequel that never happened.

Abandoned TV Pilot: early 2000s, a little too dramatic but still a good time (a la the Dungeons and Dragons 2000, ASOUE 2004). good source of gifs and Moments™ but the fandom is generally Fine with it being abandoned.

Stage Performance: late 2000s-early 2010s, a stellar stage adaption of the first book with elements of the 90s movie. f/m witch/finder the whole way through. one cast used m/m actors but it was a short run and only a handful of fans were lucky enough to catch or remember it. crowley would give his left arm (or someone's, anyway) to have experienced it, so a fan sent him some flip phone camera footage of it that he keeps on a harddrive in his safe.

HBO Streaming Series: late 2010s-present, high quality, highly revered, resurged the fandom's popularity and spread the series further overseas. made in america, but doesn't try to americanise the series. extremely respectful to the books, with easter eggs to the film, and is working its way through the entire book series (a la The Witcher netflix series). f/m witch/finder, but has had one episode that included some flash backs/montages of different witch faces. probably like 15 minutes total screentime of a male witch played by a ncuti gatwa level/style of actor, which the fandom has giffed, edited, and screencapped to oblivion.

Several bonus books: Agnes has written a few extra books (a la The Unauthorized Autobiography of Lemony Snicket and The Beatrice Letters), as well as curated some anthologies from other authors (a la A Study In Sherlock). there are a total of 3 anthologies so far, in which other authors have written stories about the characters in their own tellings. basically like canonised, published fan fiction, curated and authorised by agnes herself. There's also an unfinished graphic novel that retells the book series (a la The Adventure Zone comic), but has been WIP/unheard of since the 3rd book.

#ask a rat #fuck i lvoe this fucking fakedom #bnf au #i cannot get it out of my head #rat writes

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