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Good morning! Who's up for some morning angst!? So someone commented on my last angsty head canon and suggested an alternative ending to it, and I couldn't stop thinking about it so I wrote it down 🙈
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Ominis clasped his hands tightly around the book he'd been reading when MC had approached him cautiously in the Slytherin common room, her grievous words still lingering in his mind as he heard her footsteps dissappear up the stone stairwell.
He can't believe what she'd said. Whispering to him in words that broke slightly in the effort to get them out. And then she had placed her small trembling hand at the tip of his knee, as if afraid to anger him, sobbed a quick farewell and was gone from his side.
And through it all, like the idiot he so obviously was, he remained silent and stoic. Even as she poured out what seemed like a hundred apologies for what she'd put him through, what she considered a slight to his life and well-being, still he'd said nothing.
Left alone again with his dark thoughts and nothing but the sound of the embers crackling in the hearth, Ominis feels a tear fall from his eye and wet his pale cheek.
He snaps back to his senses, slaps the old book on his lap closed and stands up briskly, mind now full of intent. He can't let her go through with this. And how heartless he must seem to her, letting her leave without so much as a syllable from his mouth? How very Gaunt of him, he grimaced.
Yes, he was hurting immensely from all of the lies and horror that they'd witnessed together, but MC meant more to him than he could put into words.
He grates his teeth together, angrily wipes away the wetness from his face and pulls out his wand, striding intently towards the dormitory where his little barn owl Opal is resting. He knew that he couldn't physically do much to help on his own, but this, he could. And so taking out a few pieces of parchment and his self-scribing quill, he began to write to those he knew would come charging to MC's defense, starting with the one who'd impacted her decision the most.
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On the day that MC is due to have her memory wiped, she's sitting in a room at the Ministry with a few official witches and wizards around. They go over the details of what is about to transpire with her one last time, also producing her wand, ready to be snapped as a finality to her losing her magic.
They give her a last chance to back out. MC just stares numbly at the wall, giving a little shake of her head.
One of them, an elderly wizard, approaches her side and pats her on the shoulder with sympathy before pressing his wand against her temple gently, the tip of it beginning to glow blue.
MC feels a tear roll over her cheek, and she closes her eyes, her thought's are all of Sebastian and their tender moments together. She smiles lightly, as a cold, icey feeling encompasses her head, melting down into her neck and shoulders and then...darkness.
The elderly wizard catches MC's body gently as she slumps forward into an enchanted sleep. The atmosphere is sombre as he nods to his colleagues to pick her up from the seat and lay her down on the prepared bed in the corner of the room. All of the wizarding folk present are aware of who MC is and what she has done for their world, and can't help but feel quite dismayed by her decision to leave.
A loud bang suddenly reverberates around the room as the door is flung open, followed by the sound of angry voices and footsteps.
Sebastian Sallow barges into the room, his brown eyes frantically darting around, completely ignoring the protests of the Ministry officials as they reprimanded him.
He's angrily demanding to see MC, trying to rip their hands away from the front of his shirt but then he stops dead, eyes fixed on her figure laying in the corner of the room. He loses his breath, body turning cold.
He was too late.
The witches and wizards around him seem to sense Sebastians change of demeanour and release him quietly. They exchange sad looks and the elderly man who'd performed your Obliviation motioned for everyone to leave the room. They leave and he places a firm hand on Sebastians shoulder.
"I'm sorry, son." He speaks empathetically and then leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
Sebastian takes slow steps towards MC, hardly able to take a full breath. He sits down beside her, taking in her sleeping appearance. He brings his hand to her face, softly sweeping aside some stray hair before running his large fingers down the side of her face. The skin around her eyes is red and puffy where her eyelashes kiss her cheeks, she'd been crying.
He feels his heart snap into pieces and breaks down. Gripping one of her hands in his, he buries his face into her chest, unable to control the sobs that exploded from his throat, the pain in his chest unbearable.
He stays like that for a few minutes, his sobbing dying down into sniffles as he runs his thumb across MC's knuckles over and over. With great effort, he pulls himself away from her, leaving a wet patch on the front of her shirt.
He looks at her face again, his eyes dull and heavy lidded. At least she looks peaceful now, he thinks. She deserved that at least.
"I'm sorry MC. More sorry than I'll ever be able to tell you."
He whispers to her, voice cracking as he brings her fingers to his tear-dampened lips and pressed kisses to each of her fingertips.
He stands up and leans over her, pressing a soothing kiss against her forehead, and a stray tear falls from his eye, splashing against her rosy cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb before stepping away from her and moving to the door of the room. He looks over his shoulder one last time.
"Be happy."
After that, Sebastian has the gut-wrenching task of telling MCs friends that they were too late. The rest of them had been stopped from entering the room by Professor Weasley.
The sheer amount of grief that they shared became too intense and everyone returned to Hogwarts in varying states of devastation.
When Ominis is informed of what happened, he breaks down in the privacy of his room, throwing his books, smashing his inkpots and cursing himself for being so pathetic and useless, wishing he could go back to that day when MC had told him of her plans. He could have stopped her then, but he let his own issues prevent him from being there for her.
Sebastian doesn't see how he can move forward. His life seems to have lost all meaning and all he can think of is MC. There's a void in his chest that can't be filled. He wonders if she is happy in her new muggle life and a thousand times he has considered going to her, try to get her to remember him. He doesn't though, because he knows it's futile and that she isn't burdened with darkness anymore.
He enters his dorm room after sitting numbly through an hour of an evening class of History of Magic, ready to take his dreamless sleep potion and just drift away into the nothingness of slumber.
He notices a parcel neatly wrapped on his bed and frowns curiosly. He sits down and takes it in his hands, cautiously unwrapping the brown paper to reveal a nondescript brown box. His fingers nervously undo the catch on the side and lift the lid.
He gasps, eyes brimming with tears but a small smile breaking across his lips. He reaches into the box, and like it's a gift from the gods themselves, pulls out MC's wand.
AN *Professor Weasley sent the wand after putting in a special request to the Ministry, asking that they have it as something for the school to remember their hero - and she gave it to Sebastian. She's a good egg*
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy fandom#harry potter#slytherin pride#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy headcanons#sebastian sallow stan#seb sallow#ominis gaunt
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hi liv hope you’re well!!! i was wondering if you had a reclist for like wound healing / physical h/c ?? i looked through your masterlists and maybe i just couldn’t see it but ohhh i would love it if you have any recs for me :))) thank you so much have a lovely day xx
Hi anon! Ahh yes some good old whump 👨🍳 💋 it’s crazy to think I haven’t done a list for it yet bc this used to be my favourite Starker trope! My memory is not great (especially with long fics) but I think these might work. Oh and if you enjoy Dronarry I highly recommend Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic :)
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Bonus: art!
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MASTER NARIX
"Every heart will return to the light, once all darkness is expunged!"
Time to ellaborate on this beautiful bastard! Master Narix is the overarching Big Bad of the third and final trilogy/"chronicle" in the whole KH Divergence Saga, the Hearts In Chaos Chronicle, debuting in KH4 after having been set up by the secret epilogue of KH3, then serving as the chief antagonist in The Missing Links and one of the main antagonists/final bosses in KH5. The founder and leader of the Luminous Vanguard who dissolved the Dandelion Guild and its unions ages ago, Narix and five of his followers chose to enter a state of time stasis once it became clear to them how impossible the task of eliminating all the darkness and Darklings brought into the World by Darxomnious was, so they'd await the day when Luxu fulfilled his mission and the World was cleansed of that evil, at which point the Vanguard would return to construct a new World order.
Narix has long believed that the majority of hearts are naturally weak and susceptible to darkness that begets dark powers that defile the World, and that only the strongest and purest of hearts should set the course for the World and its denizens. Envisioning a reality where darkness no longer exists, light conquers all Worlds, and he reigns supreme as the light’s oppressive guardian, Narix arrogantly looks to use blight to tear down and reconstruct Kingdom Hearts from within its innermost heart, and will eradicate all that would get in his way.
Since the character concept of Master Narix only solidified fairly recently, most of what I can say about him here are some tidbits:
Quite obviously, I designed Narix as a Contrasting Sequel Antagonist to Xehanort by nature. Xehanort was a former Keyblade Master turned darkness supremacist, Narix is a non-Keyblade wielding Master who's become a light supremacist. The quote up there is even a direct parallel/reversal of Xehanort's famous line "Every light must fade, every heart return to DARKNESS!" And it really ought to be stressed how equally dangerous a light supremacist out to erradicate darkness from the World would be, as not only is, in a wise king's truthful words "the World made up of light and darkness, you can't have one without the other 'cause darkness is half of everything" so the removal of darkness would bring only imbalance and instability, but as has been established before, approaching the task of fighting darkness in a violent, hate-filled, stubborn and self-obsessed way only further feeds the darkness and begets more of it, which Narix is actually smart enough to know since he exploits that with the "blight" power and think it a worthy means so long as the ends he aims for can justify them. He's like Master Eraqus’ moral absolutism and ideals of light supremacy taken to the furthest extremes possible.
"Now wait a minute!" I hear some of you asking "You said back in this post about the Star Wars sequel trilogy "Apparently a whole lot of folks just think having this one guy serve as the overarching main antagonist, direct or indirect, for two trilogies and then having a completely different guy from right out of nowhere with no link or connection to the previous guy nor anything from the last six installments step up as the main antagonist for the third and final trilogy is perfectly fine storytelling so long as the second guy comes off sufficiently Big and Bad enough or whatever.", but how is what you're pushing with Narix any different?"
There are three major differences. 1. Yes, KH Divergence reimagines the whole Kingdom Hearts saga for 25 years as a trilogy of trilogies, and yes all of those trilogies are intertwined to connect with each other in some way, but they are not CONNECTED in the same way Nomura likes to do; while they share the same universe, cosmology, history, themes, and basic common elements across them all, each chronicle is still more or less its own complete story than can stand on its own even if you did not experience the other ones, with even the handling of continuity being kept as newcomer-friendly as possible in the way most game series' are. 2. Narix keeps with the running theme of "darkness begets more darkness". Darkness in the hearts of people begat Darxomnious, who begat darkness in Luxu, whose actions led to circumstances that begat darkness in Narix, whose actions led to circumstances that begat darkness in Xehanort, whose actions begat darkness in Vanitss and Maleficent and Braig and Ansem the Wise and many other villains, essentially putting the whole series as it began in motion, and so in the series' present day narrative the arc with Xehanort begets the arc with Darxomnious which begets the arc with Narix. It's cyclical by design. And 3. Xehanort still factors into the last trilogy as the one who created Evanessé. When you get down to it, Xehanort was THE chief antagonist of the first trilogy - the KH Trinity, or the Door To Light Chronicle - and of KH0.1 (BBS) but was just part of the Big Bad Ensemble in the second trilogy (playing second banana to Maleficent and Darxomnious in the second and third games of it), and a posthumous Greater Scope Villain behind one of the antagonists in the final trilogy. So you can't say he ever stopped mattering here.
Narix's name is derived from a double meaning. Like the other Lost Masters names, it's a play on one of the seven deadly sins (Avali = avarice/Greed, Fura = fury/Wrath, Gorgeyo = gorge/Gluttony, Jelus = jealousy/Envy, Ecaed = acedia/Sloth, Luxu = Lust); as Narix's sin is Pride, his name refers to Narcissism. The NAR in his name, with how it's pronounced like that, is also pulled from the word "Lunar", as in the moon, like Kingdom Hearts itself. Additionally, it felt right to put the "X" letter at the end of his name. Xehanort had it as his name's first letter (as did Xemnas), both Darxomnious and Luxu had it somewhere in the center of their names, Narix has it at the very end.
His hair being brown is also a deliberate choice. Sora was a brunette hero whose nemesis was silver haired. Now we have Ephemer as a silver haired hero whose nemesis is brunette. It's poetry, it rhymes! And the weird styling of it where it goes up into double pointed ends is meant to call to mind rabbit ears. Yes, rabbit ears. It's another reference to the whole "lunar" connection: the fabled Moon Rabbit.
Design-wise, Narix is meant to invoke vintage Final Fantasy villains, primarily the evil Emperor Mateus from Final Fantasy II. This would also work coming off of Xehanort, who was either a straight-up Disney Villain (Master Xehanort in KH0.1/BBS), a Disneyfied Final Fantasy Villain (Terra-Xehanort/Ansem), the Disneyfied Final Fantasy Villain so re-Final Fantasified that he becomes fittingly an in-between "neither Disney nor FF villain" KH Villain (Xemnas), or a crappy Shonen villain from a crappy Shonen manga/anime (Master Xehanort in every game since BBS in Nomura's KH Canon).
Speaking of, Narix's motivation should ring familiar. He wants to clean the universal slate so that darkness is no more, the World is pure and bright with the light of Kingdom Hearts always shining over it, and he remains bound to Kingdom Hearts' inner heart in order to forever safeguard that light and reign over all who have hearts in an oppressive way, "to stop the weak from polluting the World with their endless darkness - to dictate their destinies." Yeah, THIS is the sort of antagonist such self-righteous and fascistic motives actually works with as opposed to shoehorning them onto an established immoral researcher who has historically fancied the darkness. Xehanort started out believing he could "tear down a tyranny of light". Narix wishes to instill a tyranny of light. And the way he seeks to do so is truly insane: he wishes to dismantle and reassemble Kingdom Hearts itself from within its inner heart (to clarify, Kingdom Hearts' "outer heart" is what birthed the World. It's "inner heart" is what birthed every other World and keeps it tied to this KH multiverse) so as to eliminate all darkness across the multiverse, all costs be damned. In doing so he ironically creates an evil force called “blight”, light that’s been perverted to the point where it works in tandem with darkness.
Whatever else can be said about him, Narix is definitely a man of strong ideals and convictions. And one prominent ideal of his is his absolute abhoring of Keyblades. The events of Waning Way, learning more about the Keyblade War, and what occured with Luxu all served to make him swear off the weapon, believing such a weapon to not be fit for human hands. He passed this belief down to his followers in the Vanguard as they cracked down on Keyblade Mastery. The reason the Guardian Keybladers in KH0.1 is such a small and secretive order? Yeah, this would be the reason.
(And seeing how out of hand Keyblades got it Nomura's canon, I can honestly kind of sympathize!)
Now, don't confuse Narix for a Frollo or Emperor Belos type of evil, bigoted, hypocritical religious fudamentalist villain who have openly unpleasant personalities that we can all recognize as being evil beneath the superficial charisma - Narix is a very convincingly affable, charming, parental and seemingly noble individual, which makes it all the scarier to see his more pompous, self-obsessed, and even cruel side come out, especially the more he dabbles in blight and darkens his heart and soul. Narix can also be quite humorous and snarky, not in "lol weird and random" way like the Master of Masters, nor even like Xigbar, but in a more "Ardyn Izunia" way.
For Narix's English voice, I had to think of a VA, namely one who's a big name in anime and video games, who was a super veteran in the industry for years now and would be officially middle-aged by the end of the 2010s yet has a voice that retains this youthful quality to it, capable of performing the smoothy, silky, mellifluous voiceover that the character would need. Who could that be none other than the one and only Johnny Yong Bosch. A sampling of how he'd sound:
The nature of Narix's main power, "blight", is quite insidious: the Masters and lower mages of the Vanguard use their staves to steal light from other people's hearts and transfer it into the veins of creatures of darkness, creating this power where the darkness and light intermingling with each other causes one another to go totally out of whack. It effects the new "Demi-Deterged" Heartless so that rather than be attracted to the darkness of people’s hearts with the instict to prey upon those hearts, they seek out darkness and attack it in violent ways that prove dangerous to the hearts they come into contact with and destructive to the very fabric of the World itself.
While the full stories and scenarios for the Hearts In Chaos Chronicle entires are incredibly hazy to me overall right now, one of the things I can see very vividly is the Final Boss stage for KH5. Basically, the final world brings us back to...well, The Final World, right to Kingdom Hearts' doorstep, at which point a fucking enlarged, Demi-Deterged Chernabog starts tearing up the place and becomes the Climax Boss. And then comes the Final Boss, which is, I shit you not, essentially the one famous Kamina line from Gurren Lagann - "the Drill that will pierce the heavens!" An enormous tower-like contraption that is trying to drill its way into Kingdom Hearts to reach the inner heart, and three competing factions for light, darkness, and nothingness are all trying to make it work in their favor. Stage 1 of the fight pits Ephemer and friends against all the strongest "miniboss" tier enemies in the game all at once. Once that's cleared, Stage 2 is against Neodarkness and his powers of darkness. Clearing that gets you to Stage 3 against Evanessé and his powers of Nil. Clearing this advances you to the penultimate stage where of course it's Narix who's the last one standing. The final phase is triggered when the blight at last becomes too much for the unhinged Narix, filling his heart with darkness, becoming darkness itself! Defeating Dark Narix finally brings the whole thing down, freeing Kingdom Hearts and keeping the multiverse still in order. A completely broken Narix still insists on the rightness of his cause and how he could've improved all Worlds, at which point Maleficent enters the scene to zap him with her newly restored dark magic, obliterating his heart and physically transforming him into a basic Darkling who fades to the Dark Realm.
.....Hold on, I feel like I might've heard this story from Disney before.
A character model for Master Narix, and a close-up of his face.
#Disney#Kingdom Hearts#KH Divergence#disney villains#Master Narix#KHIV#the Missing Links#KHV#oc#headcanon#trivia#analysis
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Hello Chicken! 🐓 Often people list meditation as a "foundamental skill you need to have before starting to do magic / witchcraft". Do you agree? And also, what do you think are some of the other skills needed? Thank you for your time.
It's the year 1525 and you caught Old Lisbeth muttering to herself in the woods again. After much pressing she finally reveals to you that when she sleeps a fairy man named Grisbone takes her to a strange hill which has a hidden door. Together, they go inside the hill and feast on food, and when she wakes up she can hear the trees talking to her until the moon turns dark.
Old Lisbeth tells you about the Black Book and the loving affections of the Devil King, and how sweet the wine is, and how strange and lovely all the pale folk are under the hill.
You want to talk to plants. You want the Pale Master to give you a familiar friend, who will go out and steal cream while it's still inside the cows. You want to sign the Black Book and dance until dawn. You ask Old Lisbeth to teach you how to do all these wonderful things.
"Very well," she says. "I will go down to the hill tonight and ask Grisbone if you too can join us. When I have the answer, I will return to you."
You stay up all night, sick with worry. What if you are denied passage? What if you will never listen to the whispers of the plants, or know the companionship of wee devils who grant wishes?
Finally, morning comes. You finish your chores in a rush and fly out the front door, anxious to meet Old Lisbeth. She motions for you to join her in the woods.
"I have my answer from the folk under the hill. You may join us in our dances and feasts, and you may sign the Book. But first, you must complete a trial."
"Yes!" you exclaim. "Anything."
"First, you must wait for five hundred years for Swami Vivekananda to give a speech in Chicago."
"Who? What's Chicago?"
"Chicago won't exist for a couple of hundred years. Don't worry about that. A man from the East will give a speech, and then Americans will become very interested in meditation."
"Americans?"
"Never mind that. What matters is meditation."
"What the hell is meditation?"
"I have no idea. I've never heard of it before in my life. Anyway, just wait until the year 1960 or so until it gets really popular in a secular way, to the point where it's so stripped from its religious and cultural roots that people start to believe it's a universally necessary practice and start applying it to totally unrelated spiritualities."
"Okay, so I have to live for five hundred years until something called meditation gets really popular in a place that doesn't exist yet? And then I can meet the Lord of the Hill?"
"No, then you have to start meditating. You have to get really good at it."
"But you just said that witchcraft is a totally unrelated-"
"Well, you're not allowed a familiar until you do so."
"So... anything else?"
"Yes, you've also got to learn visualization and energy work."
"What the fuck?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Honestly, I thought they might have been making up some of these words."
"Did you have to do any of this?"
"Of course not, it doesn't make sense. I was churning butter one day and praying, and I saw Grisbone and he took me under the hill, and when we came back I had finished churning the butter. That's how I got started."
"So why can't I do that?"
"Because in the year 2007 someone will make a website called Tumblr, and people are going to start making up a lot of rules about witchcraft. And the gods and spirits feel so bad about how ridiculous those clown fools will look that they decided we had better start changing witchcraft now, so in half a millennium when people say meditation is a fundamental skill of witchcraft the spirits won't weep in despair."
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I generally agree with most of the things you post about, but that recent reblog just really rubs me the wrong way. I think I understand the frustration's the OP got, but I don't know, it sorta comes across to me as "I just WISH people would've came to this realization in THIS SPECIFIC WAY" which is just...unrealistic? I feel as though it's almost a slap in the face to Bushnell himself, who probably knew exactly why he had to do what he did. He knew a lot of people WOULDN'T pay attention unless someone like him did something. An unfortunate reality, but, one that seems to at the very least worked. It is sad that he had to do such a thing, but at the same time I don't think it's in the right place to blame such people for not coming to this realization beforehand. I feel these people are vindicated for having been able to be drawn to whats happening. HOW they were drawn in really shouldn't...matter? I think there are people far more worthy of criticism and scorn than those whose eyes were opened by something closer to home than our own. And I think it's extremely disrespectful to Bushnell's act to look at the reaction of it and complain that it served as a catalyst for some people when they should've been more aware from the get go. Should they have? Yes. Is it realistic to expect the vast majority of the North American populace to be that aware of whats going on? No. Sadly. It isn't. Which is exactly why Bushnell did what he did.
i didn't really take it that way, i read it more as merely regret that it took this long AND such a blatant, violent display of protest for the reality of the situation to finally reach a lot of people (particularly in light of how much western news media outlets have been trying to keep the specifics and severity out of the public eye). i looked at that post not as any sort of disrespect towards Bushnell's sacrifice, but rather a frustration with how numb people often are to seeing faceless numbers and statistics in connection with tragedies these days. most american/canadian/british/etc news media LOVES to focus on "main characters" - people you can easily put a name and face to and plaster all over the headlines for people to discuss - and until there's someone like that to latch onto, folks are conditioned to feel like it's none of their business and those big numbers are merely an ongoing fact they cannot change.
if Aaron Bushnell's public suicide was the tipping point for someone to take more active interest in the Palestinian struggle, and reconsider the distorted/suppressed information they may have been receiving about it, that's undeniably a positive outcome and it would be wrong to assert otherwise. that was the goal, that was what he set out to accomplish. the risk comes from overemphasizing him as an individual martyr in all of this, at the cost of pushing the direct victims of the genocide out of the spotlight. considering (as far as i'm aware) the OP of that post i reblogged IS Palestinian, has personally lost loved ones to Israel's violence, and has been a consistent and invaluable resource over the past few months for educating people about the context and history of Palestine's struggles, i'm inclined to try not to take their post about this in bad faith. it doesn't really feel like my place to police their tone, frankly.
ultimately i can't speak on OP's behalf and i also can't control whether other people take away the same things i did from that post. but my personal belief is that Aaron Bushnell's act was bold and selfless and it's deeply unfortunate that things have reached a point where he felt it was necessary. i just also believe that he didn't do it to make himself the center of attention. i have no doubt that his status as a white american military serviceman is a factor in why many people are finally taking this as a wake-up call when they ignored all the previous ones, but i also think he understood that himself to some extent, and used that position of privilege (as well as the shock factor of defying what many americans expect from a man wearing their flag on his shoulder) to help ensure the message was heard by demographics of people who otherwise might not listen. to treat his sacrifice as a singular unique act, rather than one in a chain of many, and to give it special attention and fanfare when that energy could instead be turned to those who are still in need of it, feels like it runs directly counter to his goals. i think we should acknowledge and appreciate Bushnell's effort to sway more people in Palestine's favor, but not let it derail the greater conversation too much for those of us who are already engaged in this cause and do not need further convincing. he used his position to reach people, and it's our job to continue the momentum and help make sure those people know what their newly altered perspective should lead them to do. mourn the dead and fight like hell for the living, as they say
#ask#chokovit#hopefully i'm not too far off-base with this#again i don't know the thoughts of the person who posted the thing i reblogged but i'm inclined not to tone-police a palestinian about this#and i felt it was important to elevate their perspective amidst the others i was reblogging#but for whatever my own thoughts are worth i can at least make them clear here. hopefully this clears that up one way or another#current events#long post#free palestine
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weeeeellllll hey folks! Finally back again - after ages of promising this - with Hob's playlist. I'm definitely not gonna be as wordy this time, mostly because I am Tired™, but hopefully these songs and their lyrics speak for themselves better than I could anyway. I'd like to dedicate this beast to these particular wonderful humans; @wordsinhaled, @wizardofgoodfortune, ily'all 🥺 y'all keep me creative <3 and to @landwriter for the amazing title inspo and just being super dope and having excellent Hob Gadling character takes in general.
This playlist is a lil more structured than Dream's was, so I don't recommend listening on shuffle, at least for the first time through, lol. I also have marked in my notes which songs relate to which like. Span of years, but tbh that could be kinda flexible, so use your heart ig asjhfvafbab Without further ado, below the cut will be my lyric selections and small note thingies. If you've read even this far, I thank you *mwah* (yes there's 30 songs I'm SORRY I can't be stopped 😭)
1389 –
Avi Kaplan – I’m Only Getting Started
[Verse 1]
Eyes clouded, blood on my face
No mercy coming my way
Yeah, I'm only getting started
Cracked knuckles, fist shaking
These rivers run, but I'm staying
Yeah, I'm only getting started
OKAY... thought this was kind of a cool one to open up with, plus the interesting thing about making this playlist is that I feel like I have a very linear sort of character progression to work off of, which is fun.. so this song speaks to me of that rough and tumble merc/bandit Hob of 1389... been through some shit, lost family,
Alice In Chains – Rooster
[Verse 2]
Walkin' tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my homeland
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy, mm-mm
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
Oh God, please, won't you help me make it through? Mm-mm
[Chorus]
Here they come to snuff the Rooster, aw yeah
Yeah, here come the Rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, you know he ain't gonna die
this gives me very much merc or soldier Hob, kinda unhinged a lil bit cause he definitely should have died a few times there…but he didn’t.
The Mountain Goats – Up the Wolves
[Verse 1]
There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet
No matter where you live
There'll always be a few things, maybe several things
That you're going to find really difficult to forgive
There's gonna come a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
And float from branch to branch
Lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say? Who can say?
makes me think about maybe after a long time at war or fighting as a merc or any plethora of things honestly, he’s like struggling with that.
Emigrate, Cardinal Copia – I’m Not Afraid
On the street that I remained
Some have made another hole
Could it be that I'm to blame?
When the ground has turned so cold
Can it be an audacing?
Can it be a guarded hole?
And what we say is just a game
The one we play 'til we get old
All, all the hands I have laid
All written along my face
I'm not afraid of anything
I just let it go
And now I take on everything
To get out from the hole
maybe avoiding thinking about things just so that he’s able to be the kind of man he wants to be rather than the kind the world is wanting to turn him into…but then he has to think abt them to come to terms with them (also no matter what I do,it will not recognize 'audacing' as a word but I googled it and everything so...lmao)
1489 -
Ryn Weaver – New Constellations
[Verse 2]
There's no walls and no ceilings as far as I know
Just the echoes of scars and the unbeaten road
Trip the gun on cautions that I've been sold
'Cause it's hard to believe that it's wrong to want more
Than the truest of blue and a love like a roar
I will run to wherever I want to go, oh
[Chorus 2]
Charting Neptune by the fire of the Sun
I'm looking for new constellations, new constellations
[Verse 3]
So keep callin' me crazy 'cause I never learned
You should stop loving fire because you got burned
Now it feels like I'm living some sick déjà vu
Like the answers were there when I stared into you
"What if there's more? What if there's more?" The more I look into this the more I want to cry about 1489 Hob and all the things he's seen.. I was on the Wiki page for ‘Spherical Earth’ and the years it was giving me... god he sure was just. there for that. the number of things we know to be just. absolute FACT, now that were kinda up in the air for the majority of his 600+ years??? are you kidding me? the maps the books the science the
Dawes – Living In The Future
[Verse 1]
I know all of my exits
I'm always planning my escape
It's the most aggressive symptom
Of this collective phantom pain
And the more that you ignore it
The more it makes you go insane
Just look around
[Chorus]
We're living in the future, so shine a little light
It may not make it any better, I'm just hoping that it might
I'm not talking about forever, how about just getting through the night?
We're living in the future, so shine a little light
ANXIETY… doesn’t wanna be caught being immortal…but also amazed and trying to see the brighter side of things, wanting to learn
Good Tiger – Salt of the Earth (Acoustic)
I tightened my grip
Around my bow
I'll try to save you all
Knuckles turning white
Blood runs cold
There's a boy with no face
I don't feel there's much separation
I'm an animal
Hope leaves when the waves come crashing
I've never been a religious man
But I'm slipping under drowning
In your eyes
I've never been a religious man
But I'm slipping under drowning
In your
More themes of being animalistic.. kinda nightmare-ish huh … this makes me think of maybe him having nightmares trying to help him understand how he really felt about all the killing he’s had to do, while also hungering so so deeply for more. More life, more knowledge, more people, more experiences. An animal wanting ..
1589 –
Hozier – Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene
[Verse 2]
Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I
Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet
Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile
It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet
[Verse 3]
In leash-less confusion, I'll wander the concrete
Wonder if better now having survived
The jarring of judgement and reason's defeat the sweet
Heat of her breath in my mouth; I'm alive
I’m looking at this song as him falling in love with Eleanor, and I really like whenever they’re depicted as having this kind of.. definitely unconventional type of relationship for the time, and also maybe both being just a smidge unhinged, because Hob certainly is and I could absolutely see him being smitten with Eleanor because she’s maybe, kind of odd or something.. who’s to say..
Fair to Midland – A Seafarer’s Knot
[Verse 1]
Lucky are the leaves of the clover
She's digging for chemistry with the butcher's tools
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler
He's making his tricks his trade, and a job well done
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the motions, waving wishes
To your confidence and eloquence
[Chorus]
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too
What small amazing things we will turn to rain
Fair to Midland is one of my favorite bands of all time, so I was saving them for something special lol. A lot of the time Darrow’s lyrics don’t make.. a huuge amount of linear sense, but I feel like these are straightforward enough to take enough meaning. This, to me, feels like an examination of what Hob did to get to 1589, and perhaps some of the feelings behind that.
(bonus, made me think of the toast scene…ow)
[Bridge]
Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high
Drink to love while we wait for high tide
Keep it short, keep it brief, you have my word
Gather 'round while we wait for high tide
Everything Everything – Blast Doors
[Chorus]
Down in my beast heart, I build an empire
Whenever I'm blind, I open my wild eye
(repeated)
[Bridge]
I hear the death rattle of a time wasted
Time wasted
You know that I believe in it
You know that I believe in it
But I'm wasted
Back again with ‘animal hunger’ Hob. With this one I was really thinking about how… he really wanted to impress his stranger… only to be barely spoken to and then walked away from with no explanation. Like yes that hurts initially, but I’m thinking about all of the things he had to do to get there, I’m sure he didn’t like a lot of it.. and then to find out he pretty much wasted a lot of his time for an idea that had turned out to be wrong? oof
Ray LaMontagne – Such a Simple Thing
[Verse 2]
Take it if you want it
I'm so tired I just don't care
Can't you see how much you hurt me?
It's like I wasn't there
[Chorus]
Tell me what your heart wants
Such a simple thing
My heart is like paper
Yours is like a flame
I mean… -motions to lyrics- asfjvnfnb. Teehee abandonment issues lolololol
1689 –
40 Watt Sun – Stages
If I was only wise enough
To know everything sure and true about myself
You would not be here
What have I brought you to, my love, that you have followed me?
It is all my heart is worth
And more than I would ask of you
Y’all I’m so sorry that this is a 16 min song aldkfjgadj feel free to like, just look at the lyrics if you don’t have the brain space for the full thing, but I kind of forgot that it was so long until after I was so set on it 💀
Sleeping at Last – Jupiter
[Verse]
Wrote it down in the winter of 1610
Just a secret under lock and key until then
While collecting the stars, I connected the dots
I don't know who I am, but now I know who I'm not
This song always has and always will ruin me,, I just love the line “I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not” honestly just everything about that song… make my messes matter, make this chaos count.. (also had to include because.. 1610 lol)
Gregory Alan Isakov – If I Go, I’m Goin
And I will go if you ask me to
I will stay if you dare
And if I go, I'm goin' shameless
Let my hunger take me there
This house, she's quite the talker
She creaks and moans, she keeps me up
And the photographs know I'm a liar
They just laugh as I burn her down
This song just has very Hob energy, like I feel like he would like it, as well, but also just OOOOOOFFFF this do be hurtin….
The Moody Blues – Melancholy Man
[Chorus]
I'm a melancholy man, that's what I am
All the world surrounds me and my feet are on the ground
I'm a very lonely man, doing what I can
All the world astounds me and I think I understand
That we're going to keep growing, wait and see
Another case of -motions to lyrics- tbh
1789 –
Sleeping at Last – Pluto
[Chorus]
Until one day I had enough
Of this exercise of trust
I leaned in and let it hurt
And let my body feel the dirt
When I break pattern, I break ground
I rebuild when I break down
I wake up more awake than I've ever been before
“I rebuild when I break down” this is put here specifically to signify his,, literal rebuilding of himself after the struggle of the previous century,..
The Deep Dark Woods – The Place I Left Behind
I'm a good ole ramblin' boy
Now that's just what I am
This fair land that you call yours
I do not give a damn
I've got the ramblin' fever down in my bones
And everywhere that I wanna go
The only place that I ever loved
Is a place I left behind
Discontent, I think, with where he’s at currently. Still missing and grieving his family, I imagine he probably spends these years pretty alone, and that could be why he seemingly turns his goddamn brain off -_-
Tunng – Fatally Human
Fatally human
We hover in the world
Fatal someone
We flounder in the dark
Take hold of another
Go mad in a moment
The soil and the wonder
Sway to the terror
There’s not really a lot I can say here, but. Yeah.
1889 –
The Oh Hellos – I Have Made Mistakes
I have made mistakes
I have made mistakes, I continue to make them
And the promises I've made
The promises I've made, I continue to break them
And all the doubts I've faced
All the doubts I've faced, I continue to face them
But nothing is a waste
Nothing is a waste, if you learn from it
This song sounds like how Hob looks when he makes that little jab at himself about making and learning from mistakes… couldn’t get that idea out of my head. Plus this song just really hits.
Greg Puciato – Through the Walls
Winter, I'm out of tune
Heating frozen stars
I'll keep spilling my guts out to you
Wherever you are
Dragging my anchor through you
I want you to know
Me before this night is through
Then you'll never go
Careful to not disappear
Offering dreams to the dawn
Nothing's impossible here
Still we can't go on
I didn’t want to make anything TOO outwardly Dreamling, but like… this song, omg…
Tubeway Army – Are ‘Friends’ Electric?
[Chorus 1]
So now I'm alone
Now I can think for myself
About little deals and S.U's
And things that I just don't understand
Like a white lie at night
Or a sly touch at times
I don't think it meant anything to you
[Verse 3]
So I open the door
It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway
"Please sit down."
A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed
Made that last comment and then there’s this song WHOOPS sdkfgadfbaasfjghfb
1989 –
Marina – To Be Human
[Chorus]
All the people living in, living in the world today
We're united by our love, we're united by our pain (Ooh)
All the things that I've done and I've seen
Still, I don't know, don't know what it means
All of the little name drops and the meanings and.. it just gave me very much the century flying by so violently but also colorfully and SO much happening..
Orville Peck – Dead of Night
[Verse 3]
Six summers down, another dreamless night
You're not by my side
Scratch on the moon like a familiar smile
Stained on my mind
Some other town, someone else's life
Dead in the night
In the night
Ofc I had to add Orville… this song and it’s placement… I wanted it to feel purposeful, and I hope it does. Character and theme-wise, and also like irl things happening in those decades..
Danny Schmidt – This Too Shall Pass
[Verse 3]
We think too big, we think our self is one whole thing
And we claim that this collection has a name and is a being
But deep inside when every cell divides
Well, it sets upon the rule that states self-interest is divine
[Verse 4]
And cancer too lives by this golden rule:
That you must do unto the others as the others unto you
All for the best, because it's all that life accepts
And so we kill it like a buffalo: with awe and with respect
This song also gives me overall Hob vibes, musically and lyrically, but.. I just think about the kind of friends he made and the things he tried to do in this century. Helping the people he could and loving those he couldn’t help. The knowledge that yes, this too shall pass…
1990’s-ish – Went on a lil’bit of a bender
Alice in Chains – Would?
[Verse 2]
Drifting body, its sole desertion
Flying, not yet quite the notion
[Chorus]
Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake
Try to see it once my way
I feel like after 1989.. and the overwhelming barrage of a century that was, I feel like he has some, emotions to sort through. N and I talked a lot about grunge phase 90’s Hob and like yes very much influential here, but I think I’d associate him with Alice in Chains, regardless. Stone Temple Pilots too, I think.. there’s more lmao
Def Leppard – Animal
[Verse 1]
A wild ride, over stony ground
Such a lust for life, the circus comes to town
We are the hungry ones, on a lightning raid
Just like a river runs, like a fire needs flame
Oh, I burn for you
[Chorus]
I got to feel it in my blood, whoa, oh
I need your touch don't need your love, whoa, oh
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal
This man fucks. Obvi
2022 –
The National – I Am Easy To Find
[Verse 1]
How long have we been here?
Am I ever coming down?
I need to find some lower thinking, if I'm going to stick around
I'm not going anywhere
Who do I think I'm kidding?
I'm still standing in the same place where you left me standing
[Chorus]
I am easy to find
The National will always be my favorite sad Dad band, I cherish them. I feel like Hob would also like them, but this song of course had to be added because. “I am easy to find.” …. ach
The Narcissist Cookbook – Joy! Joy! JoooOOY!
[Verse 2]
Tonight let's turn the shower on
Full blast and hot
Lie down in the bath like it's a casket or a cot
We'll try to sleep
But we won't sleep
I thought writing it down might make me wanna stop
But I want more and more
And more of this
Til there's no room in me
There’s not a lot I can say about this one either, just.
Broken Bells – Perfect World
[Verse 1]
Oh, London moon, help me stumble home
Let me lose myself along the way
I've got nothing left, it's kind of wonderful
'Cause there's nothing they can take away... away
[Bridge]
But it's another way to win a useless fight
You've been lying so long don't know when you're faking
See the water on the rise
Just another day into a useless night
I've been pushing so hard now my hands are shaking
See the water on the rise
This song is beautiful. I think I had a religious experience when I heard it for the first time a few years ago,,, it’s also just very much a Hob song to me. Not overly optimistic, but still down for life.. the struggles…
Avi Kaplan – Song For The Thankful
[Verse 3]
Goodbye evening, hello to the night
I'm not seein' the wrong from the right
Walkin' blindly on a path without an end
Then the morning comes and leads me out again
I thought this would be the perfect song to end on.. I hope I’m right.
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Seungjin drabble (slowtober challenger)
hii im doing a thing called slowtober (made by @/oeildesaturne on instagram, french speaking folks check it out!! although be aware of tw mental health and eds talks) and i’m posting on twitter a seungjin au per word
I’m late in the updating on tumblr but for the eight days (october 22nd - 25th) The word is "ritual"!
I went with an inaccurately historical au, European (France) 17th century Seungmin is a "witch" like they used to call them and Hyunjin is an apothecary/pharmacist
As a personal tmi I really ADOOORE this period of time and if i get to write this au, it'll be inaccurate for several reasons but I did spend a lot of my free time when i was young reading about it and learning about it sooo! This was so fun
Tw: period related homophobia (implied)
AND if you enjoyed this challenge who is now over you can vote on this form for your favorite that I’ll be writing into a full fic on ao3! (“soumettre” is “submit” btw)
if you want to check all the drabbles you can go here
The clock on top of the front door ticks in a familiar motion. Hyunjin does not bother looking at it, silently counting the sounds in his head and when he finally reaches sixty, the door opens.
He has to stop himself from smiling too brightly. Seungmin is a very predictable person, Hyunjin means it in the most positive way, and with time he had learned with enthusiasm to understand all of Seungmin's rituals. He is not sure if the latter has noticed that.
"Good evening," Seungmin's voice whispers.
The shop is empty. It is a late Thursday night and no apothecary should be open at that time, except Hyunjin's definitely not a simple apothecary.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
Hyunjin swallows back the fact that he has been waiting for him all night long. He just shakes his head, "of course not."
The nobleman seems relieved. The lights in the shop are dim, it would be best for both of them if no policemen starts wondering about the shop activities on the side. He knows very well that Seungmin is also a very careful man and would have made sure to come here in a discreet manner, like most of Hyunjin's clients he has as much to lose as he does. Maybe worse. Seungmin puts his hat and coat on the coat hanger near the door. He watches the way he carefully folds the coat, in an inexplicable yet seemingly very important way, because he does it like that all the time. A man of ritual, Hyunjin thinks.
Hyunjin does not need to tell him anything because he knows his way around and they are both comfortable enough by now. After all they both know each other deepest and most dangerous secret. Sometimes Hyunjin can't help but wonder if Seungmin might keep another kind of secret. Sometimes with the way his eyes linger on Hyunjin when he believes he is not seeing him, or when their fingers brush and his cheeks are colored in a pink tint… sure sometimes Hyunjin lets himself think about it.
“Full moon’s ritual?” Hyunjin asks him, when Seungmin is ready to listen to him, even if once again, he knows that the answer is yes. Seungmin’s practice seems to be mostly oriented toward the moon and its phases so Hyunjin carefully checks it every night.
“Yes,” Seungmin answers, “and some other things I need. I got a bunch of my, uh, clients asking for my help.”
He slides a piece of paper on the counter. Hyunjin carefully looks at it. Seungmin’s handwriting is neat and precise. He describes exactly the quantity of each plant and other ingredients he needs. Seungmin was actually the only person Hyunjin has ever met who had more knowledge than himself on the subject. Maybe because Seungmin comes from a higher line, richer and more powerful, he has access to information way before Hyunjin could, receiving books and reports from overseas expeditions, places Hyunjin barely manages to imagine in his own mind. He is not sure why Seungmin still comes to him, in his little shop, in a part of the city which probably takes him a while to go to, and risks being caught. Or maybe he does not let his mind wander in the reasons.
Hyunjin has already prepared everything for Seungmin, he just needs to take a few other things in his cupboards. Seungmin waits for him patiently, looking around in the shelves to keep himself busy.
He still remembers the first night Seungmin came to the apothecary. Hyunjin's side practice is not known by many so Seungmin must have been close to one of his most important clients to be there, as there is no way to randomly find about it, Hyunjin always makes sure of it. Seungmin was very shy, and embarrassed, like he was not sure why he had come here at first, or maybe like he was not sure if it was safe enough. Their first talks were mostly in codes, making sure that both of them were on the same page. Hyunjin never ever judges his clients. He has seen it all, and he does not care what they will do with what he gives them. He is far from stupid, he knows the amount of poison murders that has been happening in the high classes and he probably knows he has played a part in those killings, some would say. He sleeps better at night, not asking any questions, only handing the ingredients. What they do with that is far from his worries, once they have closed the door of his practice and he is counting the money. People might die. He gotta live.
Seungmin seemed different. The shyness first of all had nothing to do with most women or men discretion. None of them were really shy. They were commanding, arrogant, haughty, but they knew what they were to lose if they got caught. Seungmin spoke softly, handed him a carefully folded piece of paper, a very beautiful paper Hyunjin had noticed, and the ingredients written on it had nothing to do with the usual... preparations he has been asked to make. Another thing Hyunjin had noticed immediately was how cute and pretty Seungmin was, he kept that to himself.
Slowly but surely Seungmin warmed up to him, because Hyunjin always made sure to make Seungmin comfortable and it was obvious that it made the latter happier a bit more every time. More and more Seungmin would smile genuinely at him, dare to look him in the eye, linger a bit longer in the shop when it was not necessary, brush their hands whenever he had to grab for what Hyunjin was giving, explain to him why he would buy this and that, or make a compliment. More and more Hyunjin would stay awake at night thinking about him, making sure to remember all the rituals he was following, in his own practice or in his life.
Hyunjin looked forward every time he knew Seungmin would cross the back door of the shop.
“Here,” Hyunjin tells him when he is done measuring everything Seungmin needs.
He makes sure to let his hand linger near the package and Seungmin does exactly what he expected and his fingers brush the back of his hand. He is happy with the small touch.
“I have something for you too,” Seungmin says.
“You do?”
Seungmin takes something out of his pocket, “one of my own clients offered me this, you might have heard about it… chocolate powder.”
This time Hyunjin can not hide his surprise, “I’ve heard but…”
Seungmin has a shy smile, “it’s good, and you can make it sweeter.”
“I thought only the people of court had access to it,” Hyunjin comments, staring at the powder like it would have been a magic one, “I did not realize those were your clients.”
Seungmin puts a finger over his lips, “I have a few secrets I might tell you one day.”
Hyunjin stays quiet, when Seungmin winks at him, he giggles. Seungmin puts his own package in his pocket before going back to his coat and hat.
“Good night, Hyunjin,” he whispers softly.
Before Hyunjin can answer anything, the man is gone. Hyunjin gasps for air, his heart beating faster in his chest, and his cheeks burning red.
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Okay more rant time, so I've noticed the ASD community has again decided to grab something by the Figurative strings for dear life (The Amazing Digital Circus) which has happened quite a few times in the last two years, with it happening a total of like four times at this point in that timespan. Anywho, I think I know why, it's something I've been running through my head for a few weeks. So I think I'll explain, it's the isolation and confinement factor. What do I mean, let's take a look at all the fandoms I'm talking about
First is The Amazing Digital Circus, where the characters are all effectively isolated from the outside world, and trapped there.
Next, is Welcome Home. Now this one is depending on the theory people have, since it affects how you view the main character, Wally Darling. If you believe the isolation theory (where Wally is trapped and alone inside Home, and is using the restoration project to try to escape). But the same concept exists, trapped and isolated and alone .
Third, is DHMIS I don't even need to explain this one. But I will, all three puppets are trapped inside the house, and each of them is also isolated from others, only having each other to rely on.
Finally The Stanley Parable, once again, Stanley and The Narrator are literally trapped in the Parable. They are isolated from anyone other than each other, with them sometimes isolating themselves completely (like the not real ending, or the escape ending, the skip button ending, just all of it)
Now what does this have to do with autism, wellllll, a lot actually. Now this is just from my own experiences so it doesn't fit every one, but I know that it applies to plenty of autistic folks, but many folks with ASD have been isolated from our peers throughout our lives, even if we could mask really well. We were picked on, when we ranted or talked, we immediately got weird looks. So many of us got ostracized from social groups, hell sometimes we isolated ourselves by hiding in our rooms or closets to get away from others. And then the trapped factor. This is another one, many of us have felt trapped in our own lives (yes it sucks). We had to play pretend with everyone, just to not get isolated and even that didn't work (but the kicker, was it was hard to stop masking). Many of us got forced to sit still, the touch or eat things that hurt, to drain our social batteries for gatherings. And when you're a kid, which is where most of the trauma comes in, you got little to no say in what you and your family did. I know on multiple occasions I was forced to go to festivals I didn't want to go to, and was exhausted when I got home (yet still expected to clean afterwards sometimes, depended on the day though)..
Anyways, this sore of sympathy and empathy I think extended very specifically to characters even more than where their from. In most of these case the main premise has the idea already there (with the exception of Welcome Home, though their puppets so that absolutely plays a factor), but there are plenty of characters who are isolated or trapped in their respective media, like The lonely Wizard, Goobert, P03 (look I have seen multiple people call P03 out, and you can't tell me you don't love Goobert or Lonely Wizard). Chara and W.D. Gaster was another one, Gaster makes sense, and Chara is only heard by one person (the player) so yeah isolation. You also have Suns and Moon again they are stuck in the daycare (Moon's iffy, but Sun's definitely there). Bill Cipher was another one, I think not sure about him (could just be my bias)
And the best part, the majority of these characters are also viewed as having ASD or ADHD, which those two things go together too well, which adds to the empathy even more. But I do want to point out that what I just stated isn't a requirement at all, but it does help.
#the amazing digital circus#tdac#welcome home#dhmis#tsp#dont hug me im scared#the stanley parable#the stanley parable narrator#autism#fnaf#analysis#wally darling#isolation#trapped
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I wrote you some homomiko. I hope you like it.
Notes: Massive DGS2 Spoilers
Summary: Herlock and Yujin talk about their futures and what they want to do after the whole mess.
It's around 600 words.
“Finally, a moment of privacy.” Herlock exhales as his body loosens. He steps closer to Yujin, whispering his next words. “...After all these years, you're back in London. You’ve aged like fine wine, my good fellow.”
“Thank you.” Yujin’s lips trace a smile as the compliment lingers in the back of his mind.
Fine wine…
Herlock must be working his charms on him. This isn't new behaviour from the detective at all. Yujin is still flattered nonetheless. They’ve both aged. Yujin has a grey streak in his hair and some of his skin is starting to wrinkle. He still has the glisten in his eyes, but he's aware his age is getting to him.
Herlock, on the other hand, has only glistened as he’s gotten older. If anything, he’s actually rather beautiful with his wondrous, big eyes and extravagant personality.
It’s been a long time since they’ve been able to see each other face-to-face like this. Yet, the first thing that happened when they reunited was that they got wrapped into the Professor case. Now they finally have a pleasant moment together now that disaster has thankfully been sorted out.
If anything, he’s actually rather beautiful.
The two pace down the dark street, the only thing guiding their way is the dim lamp posts. They wander to a familiar place near a river they used to frequent back in the day.
This was the only way they could catch up in private. Even if it’s a brisk, smoggy, cold evening, it’s better than being in that suite right now.
Everyone’s stress has begun to stuff the apartment, so they decided to go on a walk so their conversation could continue without interruption. It was the right choice. Yujin’s head feels lighter already and they can speak their mind without being observed.
“Have you considered my offer to stay, my good fellow?” Herlock finally breaks the silence while observing the lake. His voice is pleading, almost as if he’s begging Yujin to stay.
Yujin’s eyes glance away before he makes his final decision, admitting the truth. “Yes, I did.”
“Did?” The detective raises an eyebrow.
“If it wasn’t my current circumstances, it would have been my only option. I can't, though. I have my career and life in order, my daughter needs my help to cement her future.” Yujin admits with a smile.
“With that reasoning, I can’t blame you. Perhaps we are meant to only pass on letters until we both pass…” Herlock pulls out his pipe, letting a drag pull out, trying to hide his disappointment before he places the pipe down with a content smile. “I must say, I’d do the same if I was in your shoes. I cannot wait to see what Miss Susato accomplishes. I’m sure she could revolutionise the entire legal system in Japan alone if she really put her heart into it.”
“Yes, I believe so too, but that’s not something one person can do. We have to be realistic here.” Yujin explains a bit more in detail. “Japan isn’t as progressive as the British Empire, and she’ll definitely need my help and resources from time-to time to accomplish her goal.”
“I believe it. I completely understand, considering most of my clients are the underprivileged folks of London.” Herlock leans over the railing, tapping the bridge for a good minute before continuing. "Do you think perhaps you would consider coming back in the future?”
“Yes, of course.” Yujin blurts out without any hesitation. “When life settles down, I will let you know what I decide.”
“I hope you do. Then I shall stay here, anticipating the day you give me your answer.” The detective’s eyes glisten with hope. “Just know, you will always have a home here if anything goes wrong or you just get bored. That offer extends to Miss Susato. Oh, and of course, Mr. Naruhodo. Don’t you forget that.”
“I won’t.” Yujin nods with a sincere smile. It is nice to know he has a safety net, just in case things go wrong. “Thank you.”
"Anything for you, Partner."
#homomiko#herlock sholmes#yujin mikotoba#dgs2 spoilers#muffin writes#valentine's event#thank you for waiting!#majjiktricks
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Wreckless - Being Little Finn
*Warning Adult Content*
Finnegan
All week I've been dealing with the slight problem that at the end of the day, I want to go to Emmett's. It's not just because he's there, I could invite him to my place but for some reason I want to be at his house and I'm not sure why that is. My two p.m. teleconference is a bust, two folks haven't joined, so I have time to think about it while I transform Bumblebee. I don't dislike my apartment even though I complain about it. I do hate my couch but there are other places to sit and honestly, I could just get a new one. I'm too lazy to bother, it's a rental.
The kitchen and bathroom are great, the bed is nice and the gym and parking are a bonus... so what's the difference? I've had good times with Emmett in both houses. In fact, we've had more sex at my place and it's mine, I should feel more comfortable there but I don't... why? The answer is so obvious that I'm sort of mad at myself after I figure out... I relax and have fun at Emmett's. I wear comfy clothes and we snuggle on the couch and we have pizza and watch cute movies. He has fun straws and a ferret and ice cream.
When we're at my house I seem to have this need to maintain a certain level of, I don't know. Respectability? Decorum? But it has to be this way. I can't just go around acting like a kid all the time, who would want that? I'm not sure why Emmett puts up with it at all. I spin a few times in my chair and then find myself googling 'Little', isn't that what he called me? I get Little Richard and some movies. That's not it.
'Acting like a kid' doesn't do it either. I give up on my conference call and end it. Finally, 'being a little' brings up some stuff that at least seems to be right. Twenty minutes later I'm more confused than I was when I started. At least now I know what he was talking about but I don't know if I qualify. Still, maybe Emmett wasn't completely wrong, a lot of it certainly fits. At least sometimes. He seems to know more about it than I do and I should just ask him but somehow that means it'll be real and I'll have to deal with it and I don't want to. It's hard and stupid and... I sound like a kid. I give up and call him.
"Hey, darling."
I love when he calls me that.
"Are you busy?"
It is the work day, after all.
"Nope, just finished an oil change. You don't usually call me in the middle of the day, you okay?"
He's right, I always text because I'm usually too busy to call.
"I'm fine. Just wanted to hear your voice,. Is that stupid?"
"No, not at all. You wanna get together tonight? Have dinner?"
Absolutely... I've been thinking about him all day and most of last night.
"Yeah."
"My place or yours?" he asks.
Good question. Very good question.
"Um, I guess that depends on how... uh... how mature you want me to be."
He sounds confused.
"It does? I want you to do whatever you want, Finn."
"I don't know what I want."
I sound petulant but it's close enough to the truth.
"I think you do. Maybe you're just scared or nervous about it for some reason. It's up to you, we can do whatever you want. We can just meet somewhere for dinner if that's easier, no strings attached."
He's too nice.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"Cause I think you're too hard on yourself," he replies immediately and I have no doubt that he believes it.
"And," he confesses.
"I sort of like you a little."
A little... did he do that on purpose? Is he saying that he likes me being a little? I'm probably reading too much into it. But he said 'sort of' which...
"Finnegan?"
I put Bumblebee down... I need to concentrate.
"Yes?"
"Come over to my place when you get off work, okay?"
"I... um.. sure. Sure Emmett. Thanks."
"Actually... text me when you're leaving, please. Can you do that?"
It's the least I can do.
"Sure."
He'd be a good daddy dom, actually. Reading about those did a lot more for me than reading about whiny brats getting spankies.
"I've been googling stuff... little stuff. I just don't know. We should talk about it but I'm scared. I mean... I don't have to do any of that stuff with you, really. I swear."
And some of it I don't want to do.
"Finnegan. I'm glad you're reading and thinking about it and you don't have to hide it from me. We need to have this conversation in person. Okay?"
He's right.
"I'll try to get out by six o'clock."
"Good. Text me. I have to run but I'll see you later, Finnegan."
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I am a useless mess by 4:30 so I tell Megan to go home and I call it a day. I stop by my house to get some things in case I end up staying over. I hope I stay over. I'm ready to pack a suit when I realize I have some shirts and two suits at the dry cleaners and should just pick them up. I have time and they're already portable. Perfect. That errand done, I'm ready. Except oops, I didn't text Emmett. I send him a quick one that I'm on my way and he replies almost immediately that he's ready for me anytime. Is he a perv for saying that or am I for thinking he was talking about sex? Hmm, questions.
I park and just sit in front of his house, too nervous to get out. Granted, it's not the best neighborhood to sit around in an expensive car, either but that's not nearly as scary right now as going inside. I'm being ridiculous, I know I am but I can't quite help it. I ask myself what the worst thing that could happen is and all I can think of is not getting to see Emmett any more. That would suck. But since I can be mature and date like a normal person, what's the chance of that happening? Besides, he's said...
Emmett Locke: Get in here, rascal. What you doing out there, darling?
Finnegan Walker: I'm berating myself and second guessing my life choices.
Emmett's front door swings open and yes, there he is. I have to get out now so I do... grabbing my bag.
"Anything else?" he asks, taking it from me.
"My suit... one sec."
Emmett grabs the entire bunch out of the back seat and then manages to wave to his neighbor who's sitting on her porch.
"Fumigations are the worst. Aren't they Mrs. Lewis?"
"Lordy, Lordy, yes. We are so lucky."
"We sure are. Take care ma'am."
Slick, slick.
"I don't want you to get in trouble with your neighbors," I say once the door is closed.
"She doesn't care... just needs an excuse to tell anyone else who's bothered. That excuse will work for a solid month so no worries. Let me put this upstairs while you get comfortable."
He leaves me my bag, taking my shirts and suits upstairs where I'm sure he's hanging them. It feels weird to hang my suits in someone's closet... nice, too. He's cooking something, the whole downstairs smells divine.
"Chicken?"
"Yeah... with a white wine sauce. Making some noodles too in a sec."
He looks good coming down the stairs. I've got my jacket off and am working on my tie but he comes over and helps me... I let him. He undoes my buttons then, working down my chest. He slides my shirt off, then unfastens my belt.
"I really don't want you wearing a monkey suit in my house, darling. Work is over."
Why is it so hard to swallow all of a sudden?
"I'm... I'm good with that."
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June!?!?!?
today is July 1st but oh well. is it really in my fashion to deliver things if not late? 🤣 it's just a day late, so forgive me. this month's updates are all on a good note, i still feel all excited and giddy to relay the stories to you!
let's start with the highlight: actually getting Coldplay ticket(s)!!!!! yes, you heard it right, folks, i finally get my well deserved Coldplay tickets. surprisingly the ticketing war for Singapore shows (which the band will do for six nights!) was easy compared to the Jakarta one, ticketmaster has proven to be the best ticketing site. and yes, you also read it right, i have tickets plural, because i teamed up with Isha (one of my lovely Coldplayer mutuals) and we secured tickets for the Friday Jan 26th and Saturday Jan 27th shows!!! for the Saturday one i got the Kubik Experience package, which is basically the early entry version of the standing/general admission ticket with dedicated merchandise gifts added to the pile also! can't wait to go back to Singapore's National Stadium again, it has been a long six years since my A Head Full of Dreams tour Singapore show 🥺
this month is the last preparation month for the project and i will have to 'present' it on first week of July (which is d-1, counting from right now) can you believe for this thing i kinda have to lie low for a while and that means removing profile pictures (i’ve always done this actually) and deleting bios? 😆 i'm super nervous but also at the same time can't wait to get this over with 😂 i've had this plan on the run since last year so i just want to finally pour out everything i've worked hard for, and i’ll get the 'result' in last week of July. keep me in your prayers, okay? 🤞🏻
speaking of July, my dad's assigned to yet another Bali office trip and because of my 'project' i'll be left alone at Jakarta while the rest of my family will spend a week at The Westin, Nusa Dua... kinda sad because i really want to tag along because i have this quirky? unusual? hobby to enjoy as many hotel restaurants and i really want to experience the Nusa Dua beaches as well 🥺🥺🥺 i guess next time. my dad said he also has a Sumbawa office trip coming up, and i'm determined to clear my schedule for that one hehehe it's another dream of mine to explore as many Indonesian cities as i can!
my Brisbane based cousin's wedding is a little bit over a month away and the modiste told me my outfit for the day will be done by the end of July! i know i've repeated this word numerous times before but: i'm super excited!!! Bandung trip soon!
at last: one particular little Pycnonotus snouckaerti that i haven’t seen for a long time came, as a surprise visit. i think this is one of those common yet invaluable moments where i'm getting reminded again and again that happiness is in the little things. and that it’s irrevocably true, the “everything in good time.” quote is. i think it’s amusing to experience how anything put down in the right way is an integral factor of transforming such small matters into something more meaningful, enough to boost and fuel you just through everything.
i think June has been kind to me and i am truly, genuinely happy. i'm ready for anything life throws at me at this point, welcoming all the people and twists and turns and adventures. i'm gonna say hello to everything and everyone; i'll be waiting. cheers to live even more of life!
see you in July's post, send me all your luck for my project! 😉
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keep me as your finish line
buck/eddie | rated e | 33k words | aka the gym crush au
“Oh no, we’re not doing this.” Chimney pops a bubble with the gum he’s been chewing as he moves one of his fingers back and forth to point between The-Man-who-isn’t-Buck’s-man-he’s-just-The-Man and Buck. “You didn’t drag me to the gym just so you can ditch me to fuck some guy in the showers.”
Buck lowers his voice, leaning forward as if trying to make the words’s journey shorter between him and Chimney so they can’t escape and reach anyone else’s ears,“I wouldn’t fuck him in the showers.”
Chimney’s response is wordless in the form of an eyebrow raise.
“Not anymore, okay?” Buck clarifies, rolling his eyes. “That’s not who I am now.”
(spoiler alert: Buck does fuck the guy in the showers. but that comes after nicknaming him Big Beautiful Brown Eyes, finding out his name is actually Eddie, becoming best friends with him, and falling madly and deeply in love.)
(read on ao3.)
#buddie#buddie fic#911 fic#911fic#911#fics i write#yes folks it's finally time. i can't believe the day has finally come#gym crush au#hope y'all enjoy it <3
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On one hand, I think the line "I'd rather have you, cursed or not" is very romantic and amazing, and I can totally understand why it's one of the biggest destiel quotes.
But on the other hand, that quote is prefaced by dean saying "you know what, bottom of the ninth, and you're the only guy left on the bench." Which makes it seem like Dean is basically saying "even though you're not very good, you're the only option we have left" which doesn't feel nice at all.
I really want to love that quote. And by itself it's lovely. But with the context, I'm not sure how it's supposed to be sweet? What am I missing?
Hi there! and honestly I appreciate this question, because you are looking at more of the context of this line and trying to understand it that way, and there's just so much bad faith interpretation happening out of context in the world these days that it's refreshing to see folks try to dig deeper! Really!
But if context is what you seek, then you're still only looking at a convenient snippet of the conversation and larger context of the scene. To understand the fullness of the significance of this line, you have to understand all of s7 really.
Dean spent the better part of the season coming to terms with the loss of Cas, only to finally get him back and then "lose" him again in one go just a few episodes ago. And then when he began to recover-- sort of, to the extent that Cas wakes up and is walking and talking for himself again by this point in the series, despite clearly being not-quite-right and burying his own responsibility for their current situation under this mountain of denial and avoidance that manifests as what the fandom commonly shorthands to "crazy!Cas" even if I personally don't see him as "crazy" here but deeply, deeply in denial and horror with himself-- when Dean thinks maybe he might have a chance of getting his friend back, what he's left with is so incredibly frustrating to him.
I mean, look at Dean's own life. He's never been able to truly lay down this burden of "fixing everything." And he's TRYING to be understanding with Cas, but he's honestly out in territory that he can't even wrap his head around. Think back to the whole "your PLAYING Sorry" scene two episodes before, where he's trying to shake Cas back into recognizing the reality of their situation and just being that person Dean had known before... between Dean feeling the urgency of their situation and Cas deliberately and repeatedly glossing over his own part in it, he sort of reached the end of his rope. He is trying so hard, though.
By this point in 7.23, he's come to an acceptance of Cas as he is now, though. Cas won't fight, Dean knows that. But he also knows how Cas CAN help, without fighting. Cas can bring him back to where his car has been hidden all season, and Dean WILLINGLY allows Cas to teleport him there. Which, in itself, is something of a miracle, you know? Dean HATES teleporting :'D
He's trying to meet Cas on his level, but again, Dean is also feeling the burden of now having to fix everything on his own. He's accepted that this will probably be his Last Stand against evil in the world, you know? He believes there's a very good chance that this is a suicide mission, and that this could be the last chance he has to even talk to Cas at all.
So bearing all that in mind, let's look at their whole conversation, not just the two lines you referred to, and I'm gonna break it down line by line:
CASTIEL: If we attack Dick and fail, then you and Sam die heroically, correct?
[oh my, a shred of hope for Dean-- is Cas including himself in this mission now, after insisting for days that he will not fight? But Dean won't push it, he's just gonna be honest and let Cas make his point in his own time]
DEAN: I don't know. I guess.
CASTIEL: And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake. Or... I don't die – I'm brought back again. I see now. It's a punishment resurrection. It's worse every time.
[yes, it looks like Cas is actually considering what his own role in this fight could be, but oh fuck, is this really how he views himself? his own ongoing role? this sounds borderline suicidal and awful, but do we really have time to unpack that massive suitcase right now? that's a rabbit hole dean can't afford to go down, no matter how much he might want to understand and help Cas come to terms with this, it's so far above his pay grade it hurts his head to wonder about, so he's gonna attempt a deflection]
DEAN: I'm sorry. Uh, we're talking about God crap, right?
[oh good, at least this got Cas to change the subject back to himself, back to territory Dean can understand, because Dean feels exactly this same way about himself... this is something Dean can address via the same coping mechanism he's used for himself his whole life, because this is does understand 100%]
CASTIEL: I'm not good luck, Dean.
DEAN: Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth, and you're the only guy left on the bench... Sorry, but I'd rather have you, cursed or not. And anyway, nut up, all right? We're all cursed. I seem like good luck to you? [CASTIEL stares at DEAN.] What?
[but lolololol of course Dean's own coping mechanisms for feeling insufficient to any task yet forced to pick up all those cosmic burdens his entire life involve baseball metaphor pep talks... tell me this isn't EXACTLY how Dean has felt about himself every single time he's had to confront the responsibility the cosmos has laid on him-- from having to raise Sam to being resurrected from Hell and forced into being Heaven's champion to "play his role" in the apocalypse... he has literally told Cas before that he wasn't the guy they needed, that it was all too big and he couldn't do it... and yet... he didn't really have a choice. He just had to nut up and do it. It's all he COULD do, you know? So this is what he has to offer Cas in this moment of mutual understanding-- his own sense of personal helplessness in the face of cosmic chaos, and the only coping strategy he has for himself, which sadly happens to be self-deprecation, acknowledgement of his own uselessness and powerlessness in this situation, and choosing to do the stupid thing anyway.
And after delivering that bit of The Worst Pep Talk to Cas, he acknowledges that he was also speaking about HIMSELF with the "i seem like good luck to you?" line, which is actually what finally makes Cas blink. Cas finally understands, Dean's NOT just prodding him to be useful, HE'S PRODDING HIMSELF to be useful, just as much. Dean ALSO feels terrified, guilty, and useless! THEY HAVE BONDED!]
CASTIEL: Well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness.
[YES. Cas understands! This is Dean's attempt at forgiveness! Despite the terrible Dean-mangled words, Cas sees right through him and knows, and understands]
DEAN: Yeah, well, I'm probably gonna die tomorrow, so...
[and because this is still Dean, of course he deflects, but he's also sincere here... he really does finally forgive Cas for everything he'd been holding against him since the end of s6. They have reached an understanding, at least, and have chosen to give themselves a clean slate-- as Dean once promised Bobby and Sam they would always do for each other, again back in s6 at the funeral they held for Rufus... they would never carry a grudge to their death. All would be forgiven. And despite Cas not having been part of that conversation at the time, he understands anyway. These words sound dismissive, but there's deep Character Stuff about Dean backing them up as earnest, and Cas accepts them on that level]
CASTIEL: Well, I'll go with you. And I'll do my best.
DEAN smiles slightly and nods.
DEAN: Thanks.
This is so few words to convey SO MUCH about their relationship, about what they will be willing to set aside for one another, just because they understand, forgive, and accept each other where they are, and continue to do their best just because the other one asks and needs them. Even when they're both convinced they're doomed to fail, that won't stop them from at least TRYING to do what's right, the only thing they really can do.
So with the full context of that scene, does that clear things up?
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Hi I just want to ask why do you believe in Shiall? Because the ship barely have any proof (or is just that I haven't dive deep enough yet) I'm sorry if I came across offensive, I just want to know what makes Shiall believable.
Hey there! 👋
( No worries, no offense taken 😊)
So when I first heard about shiall , I think it was 2019? 🤔 when I kept seeing shiall topic, at first I thought it was just friendship like Narry, Niam,or Nouis. So I didn't pay much mind or attention to it.
But then as I kept scrolling on Twitter and I kept seeing it brought in many tweets more and more. So to see if it was romantic or not, I asked some of my folks if they believed Shiall was together. And alot said yes. Like a strong yes. 💪 When one of the people I was following said Shiall was their OTP. I decided to start taking it seriously. I decided to keep my eyes open for signs of attraction or couply moments.
(This wasn't so unusual. I'm also a Larrie and a Ziam fan. I joined them the same way. Asking others if they thought they were romantic ships, and seeking out info/proof.)
So that's what I did. Just looking around for moments/proof/ instances.
And I found alot. 👀👀
It's true that we don't get a ton of Shiall, because Niall + Shawn weren't in a band or will be in a band, not like Larrie or Ziam was.
So the moments between them won't be day in day out moments. But there is still a lot of Shiall moments when you add all the little, moments up all together.
Physical Shiall Moments:
1) Shiall Big Weekend Interview
2) Shiall AMAs moment
3) Shiall Bar moments
Verbal Interactions:
1) Twitter interactions
-Praises, supportive boyfriend mode, gushing over each other, fanboying each other
2) Physical Solo Shawn or Solo Niall interviews
-They talk endearingly about each other when interviewers bring the other name up.
3) Shiall Endless Couple Photos
-1st like on each other Instagram photos
4) Lastly and Most LOUDLY- Their Music
Niall + Shawn talk about the same relationship in different ways through their songs and albums. It's related and it's hard to deny that aren't taking about each other. It always seems to be a call and response style of song between them.
I think it Starts with Illuminate by Shawn talking about an off/on relationship. How he loves them but they are having trouble making it work.
Niall follows up and explains the same exact thing on Flicker. Niall also talks about on and off relationship. Making things work, troubles in love. It sounds like he is giving Illuminate answers to me.
Then Shawn writes his third album: Shawn Mendes. In this album Shawn comes to the conclusion in that yes, we have up and downs, on off, but I want only you. He ends with " when you're ready". He says that he is waiting for his person to want the relationship.
Niall responds with " Heartbreak weather" again continuing and following up to " Shawn Mendes". Niall sings about how is so happy with his person, he's ready to commit now, he wants them to be happy and have a future. Niall ends his album with "Still" , a song about wanting to try one more time finally being together no more games.
Shawn personally said Still was his favorite on the album. 👀
Coincidence? I think not!
So now what does Shawn do? Writes his new album Wonder. Wonder is his first album that has nothing but love songs on it. He talks about how in love he is, how he can't wait to start their life together, he pours his love for his person in this album. It seems like since he now has Niall , and their committed relationship, he is just exploring love in this album. From start to finish , Wonder sounds like a love letter to the live of Shawn's life, aka Niall.
Now, Niall is working on NH3 as we speak and O know, he is about to give us a response to Wonder album. Like, wonder I guarantee it's gonna have nothing but fluffy, romantic love songs and songs about being together forever.
I'm gonna make a few more posts showing the things I've said above with more, exact videos and tweets. So keep a look out for that.
Some if my previous posts have some uncovered Shiall Moments as well.
Keep diving if you really wanna see more of the Shiall love story. Shiall + Niall aren't exactly subtle!
#Shiall 💙💛
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Create For Thra Day 6: "There are many paths laid before us, some good, most bad."
@createforthra
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Here's a thing I have written months ago, which happens to be a perfect fit for today's topic!
Excuse my writing skills and enjoy!... Or cry.
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Open Your Eyes
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Kira tried to wipe away some of the blush from her freckled cheeks. She loved her reflection on the dressing mirror, but she thought her mom could do her make up a little bit less.
She heard her mom laugh.
"And here I was wondering how long would it take you to remove some of it."
"But it feels heavy, you know I like how I look."
"Yes honey, but this is a special occasion... Spare me this once?"
Kira rolled her eyes playfully as Brea braided her silver hair with beads. Kira's hair fell from her shoulders, she especially wanted side braids like her gorgeous mother, but had thin side braids instead of thick ones. She made them herself, then Brea offered help attaching the beads. Brea made two braids, connecting into one thick braid at the center.
"Looking good as ever." Came a silent voice. Kira turned to her aunt, whose body, spider body, was sitting on top of the counter. She couldn't help but blush, looking down.
"Don't move your head, sweetheart." Brea said, posing her head straight again.
"Sorry. I am just... Excited." She was terrifyingly aware of her heartbeat, tried to take a deep breath.
"I can sense your fear." Tavra walked with her thin legs and stopped between Kira and the mirror. "You have nothing to be afraid of."
"I can't help it." Kira explained. " I wish I could know what the future holds for me, like Mother Aughra. Maybe then I wouldn't be this vulnerable."
"You are not vulnerable." She felt her mother tug on her finished braid as a warning. She didn't like it when Kira dragged herself down this way. "Do you think I didn't feel afraid? I thought I was going to faint."
"Ah yes, glad that you only puked and didn't faint."
"Tavra!"
Kira started to laugh. Well, this story was new.
"You puked?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"I didn't want my daughter to know this ridiculous fact, thank you very much."
"She was so excited, so she ate whatever she could find from the kitchen and made herself sick." Tavra spoke mischievously.
"I had to keep myself busy!" Brea argued with her big sister. Kira loved their bickering. They were almost never serious with it, that's why Kira even started some of them on purpose.
While they were stating opinions on how to cope with these kinds of excitement, Kira looked at the mirror once more, and decided her fear was a good thing. She would always have her loved ones by her side, possibly talking nonsense like this and she realized, there was nothing to be afraid of. Her future, their future was filled with hope and laughter, she just knew it.
Another deep breath. And a big smile.
"Alright, all done here." Her mother said. For final touch, Tavra brought her golden coronet, which Brea placed on Kira's brow.
A knock on the door which made Kira's heart flip. Only Onica's wild red hair could be seen since she opened the door ajar while talking with someone outside the dressing room. Tavra's tiny body bounced with joy. When Onica came in, they also saw Tae outside, waving at them.
"We are all set. You can come out whenever you want." said the Far-Dreamer.
"Thra's Mighty Hooyim King, you look amazing, Kira!" Tae cheered.
Kira thanked her while she got up from her chair. Her white gown with gold and silver rands fell smoothly behind her. Embroidered with both Vapra and Spriton symbols, she was very proud of this dress she made herself.
One last glance at her reflection, one last deep breathe.
Brea reached to fix her bangs while Onica put out her hand for Tavra to climb on. Tavra wished her a good luck with: "Go get him!" while moving her legs exaggeratively, causing a big laughter in the room.
Then they got out, it was only her and her mother now. Brea's eyes were shining, her little fizzgig was now all grown up, taking another big step in her life.
"Mother, I will be okay."
"I know, baby."
"So, don't cry."
Brea abruptly wiped her tears on her long sleeve, trying not to smear her make up. Then she held Kira's hand and squuezed. Supposedly, they promised each other just this morning as a family that they weren't going to cry.
But all those hardships back in the trines, almost getting killed by a Garthim several times... Brea still couldn't believe it was all over. Skeksis no more.
Another knock on the door, and this time both of their eyes sparkled, as the legendary songteller stepped in to the dressing room with a blinding smile.
Kylan stopped in his tracks and stared at his daughter in awe. Kira laughed and went to hug him.
"Please don't start crying like mother did just now."
Kylan chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her and spinned once. Then he sent a playful smirk on Brea's way and said: "It seems you lost our bet, love."
Brea pretended to be angry with a pout, but when she glanced at her little family, she smiled until her cheeks hurt.
"I want a hug too!" she said as she took big steps towards her husband. Kylan opened one arm for her and immidiately in she was. Kira leaned on her father's shoulder, which always felt like home. After some minutes, Brea sniffled once more, and Kira reached and hugged her as well. This is nice, she thought. It had been a while since they could be like this because of the fussy preparations.
When they let go, Kylan placed both hands on her cheeks and kissed her forehead. Kira could see his eyes becoming misty with emotion as well. She smiled widely with the same eyes she has as her father.
Brea took his arm and started to lead him toward the door.
"Aww, I don't want to give her to Jen yet!"
Brea raised a laugh. "You are not giving her to anyone, honey. Let's give her a moment and take our places at the balcony."
Then she flashed Kira a proud look, and they were gone.
Kira felt aware of her heart again. She couldn't stop this fuzzy feeling inside her stomach and bounced around happily. Calm yourself before you sweat inside the dress, she thought to herself. She let go of the fists she made without noticing, and reached for the door.
Citadel's hallways were empty. As she passed each one, she heard the Gelf folk outside, crowded and excited, just like her. The noise grew louder and louder, then she made a left turn, reaching the last corridor before the Citadel's balcony.
She already could see her parents, on the left side. Brea was already looking at her direction and when she saw Kira coming, she gently elbowed Kylan's arm, causing him to look at her too. And the smile he gave her was everything. Before she teared up, she took a right glance, and saw Rian and Deet, also waiting for her to arrive.
With all the rustling her parents caused, Jen turned around where he was standing at the center and their eyes met.
The flutter inside her chest made her think that she was really about to let go of the lunch she had at noon.
Even if he tried to, Jen couldn't stop looking at her until she was at his side. He awkwardly reached his hand out for her. She took it eagerly.
They both stood straight before her Aunt Seladon, who was going to perform their marriage ceremony. She smiled down at them lovingly, which, Kira didn't experience often much before.
Kira glanced down at all the Gelfling who attended their wedding. Besides the whole citizens of Ha'rar, she could see many faces from every clan. Well, if there is any left, at this point.
Her Uncle Gurjin and Auntie Naia were cheering loudly, as well as her Uncle Amri. As her closest family friends, they had every right to scream.
She couldn't even begin to count everyone she knew when her eyes locked with a figure, at the very back of the crowd. Her eyes widened as the old creature's crane's shard shined with light.
"Mother Aughra..." she let out before she could manage. Jen smiled knowingly.
"I also thought she wouldn't be here today."
Kira, not being sure if Aughra could see it, bowed her head slowly at her direction. Jen followed right after her, thanking Mother Thra for everything she's done for the Gelfling.
When they finally started the ceremony, Aughra snickered loudly.
"These kids..." she said to herself. She ignored the looks of some Gelfling who heard her loud and sudden snicker, and glanced at the endless sky.
"You spoil these children, old friend." She talked to Thra, jokingly mentioning the great weather today. Her tired eyes scanned her every children, happy and bonded with the song of Thra.
They deserved this, she thought.
Their future is brighter than the stars above, she thought.
Then she closed her eyes, listening to her children's voices.
She didn't want to open them. She truly didn't. However, she had no other choice. She counted every star she visited while she was sleeping, just to kill time. But, they also came to an end.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a Gelfling. Laying and unmoving, already returned to Thra. After every slow step she took, she saw another. And another.
She recognized one, two, three... Maybe all. Or maybe she didn't. She didn't know.
She wondered, why Thra showed her this vision now. Which didn't mean anything. She huffed, then coughed, trying to silence her pain.
She knew where she was. In which reality, in which possible future she was in. She had this reality as a vision trines ago, and there they were. Her children, poor children...
And she knew what she was supposed to do. Her feet took her to the right direction as if moving without her consent. But that was she. That was Thra. Already decided fate. Too late to return.
One tear dropped from her eye to the bloody soil as she stood beside the corpse of a certain songteller, his eyes are half open as he clutched into his magical firca, like a last hope.
She leaned down and grabbed it. With delicate care, she fully closed his eyes, careful of her crooked nail.
Without looking back, she made her way toward the already decided route again. She wished all of her children, for them to return to Thra safely, as that was all she could do.
Grunting while she walked, scolding Thra for showing her a vision this heartbreaking, for making her cry, off to the UrRu valley she went. With the firca around her neck.
#create for thra#there are lots of paths indeed#i have to admit i sobbed#the dark crystal#alternative reality#mother aughra#she is tired#kylan and brea being kira's parents is a theory i support#kira#the dark crystal kira#brea#kylan#royalmelody#this family is killing me ;-;#brea x kylan#the dark crystal age of resistance#rian#deet#jen is their son in this#which makes sense#tavra#onica#tdc tae#naia#gurjin#amri#seladon#the dark crystal jen#jenkira#stonegrot
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A light in the Darkness
☾︎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fantasy au, fluff, a lil bit of angst
☾︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Felix x reader
☾︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight mentions of murder
☾︎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: As you made your way to your favourite place at night, just to enjoy the peaceful silence, you quickly realized that you weren't the only one with that plan.
☾︎ 𝐚/𝐧: This is my first attempt here on tumblr so I can't promise anything but I hope you enjoy either way!♡︎
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
Stepping out of your house and into the night you breathed in the now slightly chilly air which was usually warm in the midst of day. Sneaking out in the middle of the night became a habit of yours. The night was just so peaceful compared to the busy streets at the light of day where everyone seemed to be chasing their time, the stress being visible on their faces. With the silence of the night and the stars twinkling above you, you felt at ease, like all the burdens just have been lifted off of your shoulders.
Sighing, you made your way to the place you always went to at night- a pond in the woods. It somehow holds a magical aura to you, the way the water glistened in the moonlight and the trees forming an almost perfect circle around it, it was your safe place.
Your figure wandered between the trees, the leaves and branches crunching beneath your feet with each step you took, as suddenly something made you stop in your tracks.
"𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝, 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒~"
Taken by surprise, you quickly hid behind the nearest tree, not wanting to be seen and startle them with your presence. What was this person doing here in the middle of the night? you thought, at which you smiled ironically coming to the realization that it was you, after all who always came to this place at ungodly hours. Deciding that you wanted to find out who's beautiful voice you just heard and because you couldn't hide here forever you carefully stepped out of your hideout but not without tripping over a branch, the noise being loud enough to signal the person that they weren't alone. Just great, I can't even walk properly without my face kissing the ground. "Who's there?" you heard a deep voice ask. Getting up from the ground and dusting off your jeans, you finally made your way to the pond.
Into your view came a boy around your age with blonde hair and dark eyes, his seemingly stiff posture loosened when he saw your "not - so-intimidating" silhouette approaching him. Even though you were a stranger, he could tell you meant no harm, let's just say this was his talent: reading people. In a way it was the same for you, not the reading people part, but you felt that you could somehow trust him. So you hoped your gut feeling wouldn't fail you, as you took a seat on the rock next to him. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on killing you." you joked, feeling the need to reassure him.
Although he had a sad look on his face, a small smile graced his prominent features as he eyed you. "I heard you singing, you know." you turned your gaze towards him. His eyes became bigger as a flash of embarrassment overcame his body. "I must've sounded so terrible, this is embarrassing." his words muffled because of his hands, covering his face. You on the other hand, looked at him, as if he grew another head "Are you kidding me? I hid behind that tree as an excuse to listen to your voice." Slowly he removed his hands from his face, looking at you in disbelief "Do you really mean it?" You gave him a small smile "I don't say what I don't mean. I really like your voice, I think it's unique, rare. It's deep but also very calming, like the sound of ocean waves." These words combined with the sincerity in your eyes made a blush creep up on the boy's cheeks. No one has ever heard him singing before, so this really meant a lot to him.
"I'm Felix." he held out his hand for you to shake. Smiling, you gently took it. "I'm Y/N." "So, what are you doing here if I may be so bold to ask?" he questioned. "The same as you, I suppose." Felix raised a brow "And that would be?" You shifted in your position, so your body would face him. "Running away from reality." You saw him turning his gaze towards the night sky. The moonlight highlighting his skin, making it glow and stand out from all the darkness around you. His freckles twinkling like the milion stars in the universe. He was beautiful, if you haven't realized it yet, you definitely did now. "Guess that makes two of us, huh." he whispered into the chilly air, letting out a sigh and you couldn't help but notice the broken tone in his voice. You stood up from the rock you've been sitting on and spread out a blanket that you stored in your backpack. As you laid down, you could feel Felix's eyes on you. "What are you doing?" a tint of amusement in his voice, as a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well, what does it look like? Might as well appreciate the stars when I'm outside." you deadpanned. Following your action, he laid down beside you. Turning your head, a grin appeared on your lips. A little company once in a while wasn't that bad.
After a while of just laying there and watching the stars shine in the darkness, your voice interrupted the calming silence. "I know I'm only a stranger you've just met and it's probably not my place to ask you that but... I've noticed the sadness in your eyes and something tells me that there's more to it. It's not something that can easily be fixed. So, if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you. But don't feel pressured, it's your choice after all." Felix debated if he should tell you what has been bothering him since he really couldn't make out how your reaction would be. This was a secret that needed to be kept as such and the boy was very aware of that. But he felt that he could trust you and honestly; he really wanted to get it off his chest. So, Felix sat up and took a deep breath "Promise me you won't freak out?" You just looked at him, confused as to why he would suspect that reaction from you but you gave him an assuring smile "I promise." The blonde stretched out his palm and after a few seconds you saw a pretty blue flame lighting up the darkness around you. It left you in awe and you couldn't believe what you were seeing.
There was a legend about an ancient folk called "Lumina", it's said they had special powers such as lighting up flames with their palms. They were superior in reading people-you could never fool them. The Lumina were an extremely peaceful folk, very empathic and loving, which made them stand out from the most people. Although you would think of these powers as a blessing, they were pretty much a curse. Other folks were jealous of the Lumina's perfection and used this, as a reason to murder them. That's why it's believed that the Lumina don't exist anymore.
Therefore, your amazement made itself visible on your face as you've realized that one of them was sitting right beside you. But instead of screaming out of shock, you slowly reached for his hand. "Can I? Is it gonna hurt me?" Felix quickly came out of his trance, stunned from your positive reaction. Shaking his head, he explained "No, it's only gonna hurt you, if I decide so." Touching the flame cautiously, you only felt warmth, it was truly intriguing. It warmed his heart, seeing how amazed you were. "You know, usually people are afraid of me and call me a monster if I show them my powers." You felt your heart shatter and looked him in the eyes, you could clearly see the pain in them. "Is that why you ran away?" you quietly asked. The boy nodded "It started when I turned 18. If I got too emotional my hands would form blue flames and hurt those around me, I had no control over it whatsoever. That's when I realized I wasn't normal, at first I thought something was terribly wrong with me. But after a lot of research-"" You've realized you're a Lumina." you ended his sentence.
With big eyes he stared at you "So you knew about them? There's almost no information, even in the internet." You nodded, a couple of hair strands falling out of place "Yes, but I love legends and this one is no different. So I've spent a lot of time doing research." You truly had the talent of surprising him, he has never met someone like you before. It sounded cliché, but right now, he thought you were one of a kind.
"Thank you for trusting me." you said. At which he only slyly grinned "Well, as a Lumina I can read people like an open book. Sooo-" you hit him on the shoulder. "You're a brat." The blonde fake winced and clutched his chest "Oww, right there." Before you could scoff at his antics, he quickly dropped his behavior, looking into your eyes and suddenly you felt numb under his gaze. "I also have to thank you." A few seconds passed before you spoke up, tilting your head. "For what, precisely?" He leaned in, his voice dropping a few octaves, whispering in your ear. "For being here."
Giving you one last glance, he stood up, dusting off his jeans, completely aware of the effect he had on you. "So, want to know more about my abilities or what?" Still in shock because of his duality, you blinked a few times as though by that your blush would go away.
Clearing your throat, you also stood up from the blanket, following him. "But only if I'll hear your singing afterwards." you pouted at him. "Whatever makes you happy." Felix responded while ruffling your hair.
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