#Saw Monkey Man yesterday :)

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Monkey Man ~

[hoshigray]

𝐓𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐞, 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 | getō suguru

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: rigger! Geto x fem/afab! reader - shibari; rope bondage (boxtie, breast, crotch, elbow) - blindfolded - gagged (handkerchief) - fingering (f! receiving) - pleasure denial - oral (m! receiving) - pet names (angel, baby, little/pretty bird, sweetie, ) - mention of drool/saliva and tears.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: c'mon now, y'all KNOW geto would be into rope play. matter of fact, it's canon cuz I'm part of gege's assistant team, lol. also, tysm for 2.5k, y'all are too kind ♡

inspired by a talk b/w me and @ramonathinks (ily hon!!)

"Thank you so much for the help, Geto."

"No problem, now be good and always behave from now on."

"Oh, I will!" The spiky raven-haired offers a warm smile to the woman as two men usher her out of his room, the three dark figures seen from the sliding door disappearing with footsteps heading to the corner of the hallway. Geto then gets up from the tatami flooring and stretches. 

He then stands and looks at the door for three seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty.

After a full minute, his purple eyes peer at the sliding door to his right, taking light steps when approaching the room next door. Geto hovers an ear next to the door, trying to hear something from the other side if it contrasts with the silence of the room he’s currently in. He gives it a few more seconds before sighing through his nostrils, a sly smile creeping up. Geto brings a hand to the handle, finally sliding it to the right and revealing what was inside.

And to his mischievous glee, his smile grows from ear to ear. Because it wasn’t a what that had him chuckling to himself — it was a who. 

And who laid on the tatami floor before him was you. You were nude, your body covered in red rope, your mouth gagged by a red handkerchief, and your eyes covered in a black blindfold. 

There, you lay on your side on the floor. The red rope around your body restrains your arms and hands behind your back in a boxtie position, and your bare chest prompts up for exposure. The cord separates your breasts to each side, leaving a unique and alluring design that crosses throughout your abdomen and down south. No undergarments in sight; therefore, your chasm was out in the room’s air, the red cable slithering down between your folds, leaving a wet residue on the strict texture. 

And, good Lord. The whimpers you use to comfort yourself in this situation. All naked and isolated to the confines of this dark room, away from light and hospitality. Your meek voice is the only thing that holds familiarity to you. That is until you hear Geto close the door behind himself, the sounds of his light footsteps dancing around the room.

“Well, hello there, little bird.” The warm tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine, for you could hear the words parade condescendingly. Geto walks around the room, lighting up the candles. The smell of smoke and the rosy scent enter your nostrils. “Sorry for leaving you in the dark like this. Were you lonely?”

 He can only hear the mumbles confined from the handkerchief, which he can only assume was confirmation. “I apologize, baby. I had to leave our little session to tend to some business with some monkeys.” He said the last word with such slight vexation; you were bright to listen hard enough to catch it. Geto comes to you and sits next to your restricted body. “But now, you have my full attention, sweetie.” 

Cold, slender fingers touch your cheek, causing you to jerk at the sensation. It makes him snicker. “You know why I have you like this, yeah?” His palm cups your cheek, thumb swiping off drool at the corner of your mouth. “I saw you, my pretty bird, in the garden yesterday. You looked so beautiful and pure with the world — my world.” They snake down to your neck and brush your collarbone. His fingertips now become warm from the friction of your enchanting skin. “Then, I saw some parasite — a man worth for sore eyes — come and talk to you. He even had the gall to touch your hands with his filthy palms.” The hand now comes to your breast, a small gasp when they brush your nipples. “And you, such an amiable and accepting person, let him touch you like that. Unbeknownst to my vision.” Those same digits tweeze the bud or your mound, resulting in a sharp pant covered by the cloth in your mouth. “Who? Who told you to let that happen? Hmm?” 

Of course, he doesn’t wait for your response; what response? Your muffled moans and puffs of air? How silly. Geto brings his mouth to your other nipple, taking it in and sucking on it. The lapping motions of his tongue and the grazes of his teeth distract you from his hand snaking down with the red rope to your cunt. His digits now intrude on your southern lips, playing with your wetness in a teasing manner. And when you feel his forefinger about to enter your slit, you can’t help but sway your hips to invite him in. And it’s detected by the raven-haired man.

“Oh? You want me to put them inside, baby?” He already knows the answer; it’s no surprise when you nod helplessly. However, he clicks his tongue. “I don’t know, angel. Or should I even call you that anymore — how can an angel of mine be stained by the stench of such a foul monkey, huh.” His fingers move away from your cunt, now toying with the flesh of your inner thigh. Oh, the way your brows trench and how you whine for him. It always awakens something in him — something carnal. And how can he subject himself to the cries of his little bird? “Alright, alright. But if you really want me so badly, prove it to me. You can do that, right?” 

Geto removes his hand and mouth from your body, your chasm and nipples feeling outcasted from his warm touch. You jolt when the handkerchief in your mouth loosens and soon meets the tatami floor. Yet, your vision is still shielded by the black cloth. “Su–Suguru,” you chant his name in trembles. “Please forgive me, I—“

“I will forgive you,” the sound of clothing rustling fills the space, indicating that he’s now removing his monk attire. The black yukata comes undone, revealing his upper body while he pulls his pants down to his thighs. Something touches the plump of your lips, the tip seeking entry to your oral cavity. “Just suck me off like you always do, and all will be forgiven. You’re still my angel, right?” And with that, you accept the head of his cock with patient yearning, hallowing your cheeks while your tongue welcomes the underside of his limb. And it takes everything in Geto’s power not to rut your face with relentless vigor. He wants to take this slow first. He needs to see if you deserve his kindness. “Mmmm, good. Just like that…”

A few bobs to the base of his length is enough to put you in a trance, especially with the blindfold hindering your sense of vision, forcing you to rely on others. His smell is so intoxicating, the taste of his precum overcoming your tastebuds and the slap of his balls on your chin. Unhurried thrusts slowly but surely dial up to speed by the seconds. Your euphoric hums become frequent as his dick hits the back of your throat, every inch of him sinking deep into your mouth and throat that strains of saliva streak down to the dent of your chin. Your toes curl when he grinds his pelvis down to your lips, nose pressed to the pubes that fill your nostrils with his raw scent. Good God, it feels so good, the throbbing sensation in your chasm between your legs flourishing within.

And it goes the same for Geto, too. Both his hands find purchase on your head, keeping you in position for him to rut your face. Your tight throat grips him so nicely, the gummy walls holding onto him so deliciously that he can’t fight the wanton need anymore. Erratic hits to your face become apparent, making your mouth soaped with saliva that drips down to the room flooring. And you take the jabs to the back of your throat with ease, mewling on his cock with pleasure while being used like a toy as the head of his shaft bullies your insides. 

He pulls his head back, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his body jerks to the electric shocks climbing up. He’s close/ So, so close. “…Haaahh—Mmmph!! Damn, you feel so good for me…I’m cumming, angel. Gonna—Ahhhh! Christ…Hmmph!!” With gritted teeth, Geto drills his dick deep within your throat, the warm fluid excreting out his glans greeting its velvety walls. Blissful hums from you vibrate your throat, sending shivers to Geto while he experiences his crescendo. 

When he’s finally done with his high and his load is inside you, he gradually removes his length from you. The tip of his cock resting on your tongue, which licks off any excess come. He then moves to free your shut eyelids from the black blindfold, your eyes fluttering at the scene of the warmly dimmed room, and Geto is now inches away from your face. Your watery eyes sparkle from the candlelight, and tears strike down and slide down your breast until the red rope captures it. “Forgive me, Suguru. I will always be yours. Only yours…”

He gives you a playful sneer, using a finger to wipe a tear from your cheek. He'd be a fool if he let you off the hook, especially now when you look at him as if he's your entire world. That's all he wants from the person he loves more than anything.

“You’re forgiven. And now, my pretty bird,” you can see the slight devious glint that harbors in his dark, violet eyes. 

“I shall reward you.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 – transparent edit made by me + dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[mamas-ethereal-gun]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

Trafalgar Water D. Law x single mother!fem reader

"Mr. Law?" You called out to him, breaking him out of his train of thought. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" you asked ever so softly, careful not to startle him any further. "N-no. What did you need, (y/n)?" he responded, his voice a tad gruffer than usual. "Monkey D. Luffy is here waiting for you," you informed him. Law sighed, remembering that he had just seen Luffy yesterday when Luffy had claimed that he had heart problems.(he was fine) "What does he want now?" he groaned, his annoyance evident."He apparently needs to get another check up." you replied, letting out a soft chuckle at Law's visibly annoyed expression. He rose from his seat, making his way towards the door.

"Also," you said, handing him some papers, "I'm going to leave work early today. It's my daughter's birthday, and I still have a few things to get for her!" Sometimes he forgot that you had a child. With a warm smile, you wave goodbye and disappeared before he could respond.

You and Law had been coworkers at the same hospital for around three years now, with him as a cardiologist and you as a nurse under his wing. Over time, it became evident to many of the people in your firm that Law might have a little crush on you. His subtle glances and occasional nervous stammers whenever you spoke to him didn't go unnoticed by your colleagues.

For example, one day, Law and a few other doctors and nurses were cleaning up for the day. They talked about many things during this time, but it soon turned into a big conversation about Law's love life. "I have many other things to focus on," he would say, rejecting the topic as a whole.  "Like (y/n)?" Shachi teased playfully, causing Law's face to flush crimson in response. His attempt to hide his feelings was evident to everyone present, causing a wave of amused glances exchanged between the staff. Despite his efforts to maintain a professional demeanor, it was clear that his thoughts often strayed to you, his nurse colleague, in ways he couldn't understand.

There have been times when Law has seen you outside of work. Like this one time when you and your daughter were out grocery shopping, and you needed help getting something from the top shelf. You kindly asked the tallest person you saw for assistance, and you instantly recognized the black-haired man.

"Excuse me?" You tapped the man's shoulder. "Hi, can yo—oh, hi, Mr. Law!" you exclaimed, your face lighting up with excitement as you recognized your coworker. Law turned towards you, his expression softening into a small smile as he took in your presence. "Hello," he greeted.

During this little encounter, Law was introduced to your little girl, Amora, who stood beside you, clutching onto your hand. She looked up at Law with wide, curious eyes. "Hi, Mr. Law!" she greeted with a toothy grin, her enthusiasm contagious. Law couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him at the sight of her, his usually reserved demeanor softening. "Hello, Amora," he replied warmly, crouching down to her level to meet her gaze.

After a few minutes of more conversation, you suggested that Law could come back to your place. At first, he hesitated, thinking that he might be intruding or burdening you, but you insisted with that tooth rotting smile. "It's no trouble at all," you reassured him. You had been carrying the conversation from the walk to the store all the way to your home, but eventually there was a moment of silence between the two of you.

“…”

"You look really good today, (y/n)," Law remarked, his head turned away from you, his words tinged with a hint of shyness. "I've been meaning to say that." "Aren't you so sweet, Law!" you exclaimed, a soft smile gracing your lips. He couldn't help but admire how genuinely captivating your smile was. "I just bought this dress, actually!" "Well, I think it looks pretty on you," Law replied.

Law couldn’t understand why he felt this way. From your pretty eyes to your relationship with your daughter, he loved every part of it. He loved every part of you. He couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to give up on you like your baby daddy did. In his eyes, you were perfect.

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A/n🧸- sorry how rushed the ending is😣 also I’m thinking about starting a taglist lemme know if I should 😚

@kodzuchim

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[py-dreamer]

Long hair Macaque, my beloved-

No but srsly, one of my favourite designs is just long hair mac and in this au Mammy's figure is just mostly hair.

I was trying to recreate this screenshot:

Obviously there's some difference like I tend to draw a bit chibi (big heads) and I didn't want to make Mac's hair THAT voluminous-

I wanted to achieve sort of a gypsy vibe with these little skrimblos

AND THEN I FOUND THESE:

And I could NOT pass it up.

So yeah...

Oh! And I also gave the sparkly drip to their ears

(Sh!t I just realised, I forgot the shadow creatures... I'll see if I can add them in later)

I COULDN'T for the life of me figure out the hundred yard stare to match with Mac's sharp eyes (how I draw him) and not make it look goofy so I made them spoopy and glowing instead

I sadly don't have much to say about Bai He here since her black hair didn't leave that much room for shading in a darkened environment (I'm so sorry) And this piece was to show off Mac's design more anyway (I promise Bai He will get her spotlight)

(Also Bai He, nor Mk nor Macaque wears shoes. Wukong is the only one in the family who does and I find that funny)

But oh! The hair? Here comes the fun part

(No his hair isn't purple, I just used purple to shade here)

You see I WAS going to use black hair for this photo but i soon realised how much of a pain it was just to shade it (cause i couldn't) and I was just WISHING I could use his white fur instead

And then I realised....

The white fur could be his winter coat.

Some animal's shed their fur in the winter (I think some rabbits do) and grow a new coat, occasionally with a different colour.

Therefore I could make the white fur the winter coat and during the story, his fur could be black to show how much time has passed since Bai He last saw her Baba...

Mwuahahahahahhahahahaha I'm so evil

(I was very proud of myself)

(Also I know macaques don't grow winter coats but just let me have this one ok?)

And why doesn't Bai He have white fur as well then? Well maybe she's just a different kind of monkey or perhaps it's just an age thing.

Funnily enough, when I showed this to my friend, she said he looked heavenly which is funny cause. As much as I love him, Macaque is a smug bastard and he knows it.

Like I know a lot of it was due to trauma BUT STILL

I just personally dislike how the fandom sometimes makes him seem like he could do no wrong and he is "uwu delicate babygirl that needs to be protected at all costs" when this boi is fockin FERAL man.

So despite taking a bit of a back seat in the main plot for this au, Macaque is still a smug bastard behind the scenes as much as he is a good dad

(Gosh sorry for the rant, I just had that pent up for a while now and needed to get it off my chest)

I wanted to post this yesterday on Friday 13th but oh well,

I hope I achieved the mysterious spoopy vibes as the original lol

(Click photo for less sh!tty quality)

(Also pls reblog, as much as I really appreciate feedback in general, I really like this piece and want to show it to more people...)

Gosh we are on a roll with this Shadowalkers au huh?

[strangerhands]

jdoekekfodofkf have you seen monkey man???

YES I JUST WATCHED IT YESTERDAY AND LOVED IT! actually i think i saw a gif set that you reblogged some time ago from the trailer and that was actually what made me find out about and want to see the movie😭 like it just looked so good to me so thank you for that fen😭🫶

[cloudytomboy]

Okay I’m too lazy to make the meme but I saw monkey man yesterday and what I expected was like, dev patel does john wick x ong bak

What I got instead was, okay, mostly that but like much more politically topical and with an extremely prominent subplot which I can only describe as Hijra Day of Revenge

[hjea]

Going through the tag, it looks like a number of people are really struggling to understand Bram Stoker’s terrible cockney-accent writing style, which is a shame because Tom Bilder the Zookeeper is a real treat. So I’ve gone through and written out his dialogue in plain English as best I can. This isn’t annotated, just my attempt to make the writing a little more accessible for everyone.

Only Tom Bilder and his wife’s words are written out here, please insert the Pall Mall Gazette interviewer’s words as needed.

“Now sir, you can go on and ask me what you want. You’ll excuse me refusing to talk of personal subjects before meals. I give the wolves and jackals and the hyenas in all our section their tea before I begin to ask them questions.”

“Hitting them over the head with a pole is one way; scratching their ears is another, when gentlemen with money want a bit of a show-off to their girls, I don’t so much mind the first—the hitting with a pole before I throw in their dinner; but I wait until they’ve had their sherry and coffee, so to speak, before I try the ear-scratching. Mind you, there a deal of the same nature in us as in those animals. Here’s you coming and asking me questions about my business, and I was so grumpy that it was only because you gave me a half-a-bloomin’-pound I didn’t immediately blow you off before I’d answer. Not even when you sarcastically asked me if you’d ask the zoo’s Superintendent if you could ask me your questions. Didn’t I cheerfully tell you to go to hell?

“And when you said you’d report me for using obscene language, that was the same as hitting me over the head; but the half-a-pound made that all right. I wasn’t going to fight you, so I waited for the food and howled like the wolves, and lions, and tigers do. But, Lord love your heart, now that my wife has stuck a chunk of her tea-cake in me, and rinsed me out with her bloomin’ old teapot, and I’ve lit my pipe, you may scratch my ears for all you’re worth, and you won’t get even a growl out of me. Go on with your questions, I know what you’re getting at, that escaped wolf.”

“All right, governor. This here is about the whole story. That wolf we call Berserker was one of three grey ones that came from Norway to Charles Jamrach, which we bought off of him four years ago. He was a nice well-behaved wolf, that never gave any trouble to speak of. I’m more surprised at him for wanting to get out than any other animal in the place. But, there, you can’t trust wolves any more than women.”

“Don’t you mind him, sir! He’s been minding the animals so long that, bless me, if he isn’t like an old wolf himself. But there’s no harm in him.”

“Well, sir, it was about two hours after feeding yesterday when I first heard the disturbance. I was making up a litter in the monkey-house for a young puma that is ill; but when I heard the yelping and howling I came straight away. There was Berserker tearing around like a mad thing at the bars as if he wanted to get out. There weren’t many people about that day, and close at hand was only one man, a tall, thin chap, with a hook nose and a pointed beard, with a few white hairs running through it. He had a hard, cold look and red eyes, and I took a dislike to him, for it seemed as if it was him that was irritating the animals. He had white leather gloves on his hands, and he pointed out the animals to me and said: ‘Keeper, these wolves seem upset at something.’

‘Maybe it’s you,’ I said, because I didn’t like the airs he gave himself. He didn’t get angry, as I hoped he would, but he smiled a kind of insolent smile, with a mouth full of white, sharp teeth. ‘Oh no, they wouldn’t like me,’ he said.

‘Oh yes they would,’ I said, imitating his tone. ‘They always like a bone or two to clean their teeth with around tea-time, which you could provide.’

Well, it was an odd thing, but when the animals saw us talking they lay down, and when I went over to Berserker he let me stroke his ears the same as ever. Then the man came over, and bless me if he didn’t put his hand in the cage and stroke the old wolf’s ears too!

‘Take care,’ I said. ‘Berserker is quick.’

‘Never mind,’ he said. ‘I’m used to them!’

‘Are you in the business yourself?’ I said, taking off my hat, because a man who trades in wolves, etc., is a good friend to keepers.

‘No,’ he said, ‘not exactly in the business, but I’ve made pets of several.’ And with that he lifted his hat as polite as a lord, and walked away. Old Berserker kept looking after him until he was out of sight, and then he went and lay down in a corner and wouldn’t come out the whole evening. Well last night, as soon as the moon was up, the wolves here all began howling. There was nothing for them to howl at. There wasn’t anyone near, except someone apparently calling a dog somewhere out in the back of the gardens in the Park Road. Once or twice I went out to see if everything was all right, and it was, and then the howling stopped. Just before twelve o’clock I just took a look around before turning in for the night, and, bust me, but when I came opposite to old Berserker’s cage I saw the rails broken and twisted about and the cage empty. And that’s all I know for certain.”

“One of the gardeners was coming home at about that time from an harmony, when he saw a big grey dog coming out through the garden hedges. At least, that’s what he said, but I don’t put much stock in it myself, since he never said a word about it to his wife when he got home, and it was only after the escape of the wolf was made known, and we had been up all night hunting the park for Berserker, that he remembered seeing anything. My own belief was that the harmony had got into his head.”

“Well, sir,” he said, with a suspicious sort of modesty, “I think I can; but I don’t know that you’d be satisfied with the theory.”

“Well then, sir, I account for it this way; it seems to me that the wolf escaped—simply because he wanted to get out.”

“Right you are, sir,” he said briskly. “You’ll excuse me, I know, for teasing you, but the wife here winked at me, like she was telling me to go for it.”

“My opinion is this: the wolf is hiding out somewhere. The gardener who didn’t remember said he was galloping northward faster than a horse could go; but I don’t believe him, for, you see, wolves don’t gallop anymore than dogs do, not being built for it. Wolves are fine things in a storybook, and I daresay when they’re in packs and attacking something that’s more afraid than they are they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up, whatever it is. But, Lord bless you, in real life a wolf is only a low creature, not half as clever or as bold as a good dog; and not with nearly as much fight in it. This one hasn’t been used to fighting or even providing for himself, and more than likely he’s somewhere around the Park, hiding and shivering, and if he thinks at all, wondering where he’s going to get his breakfast from; or maybe he’s run down some area and is in a coal-cellar. My eye, won’t some cook get a fright when she sees his green eyes shining at her out of the dark! If he can’t get food he’s bound to look for it, and maybe he’ll find a butcher’s shop in time. If he doesn’t, and some nursemaid goes walking off with a soldier, and leaving the infant in the perambulator—well, then I shouldn’t be surprised if the census has one less baby. That’s all.”

“God bless me!” he said. “If there isn’t old Berserker coming back by himself!”

“There, I knew the poor old chap would get into some kind of trouble; didn’t I say it all along? Here’s his head all cut and full of broken glass. He’s been getting over some bloomin’ wall or something. It’s a shame that people are allowed to top their walls with broken bottles. This here is what comes of it. Come along, Berserker.”

[defiantbird]

Idk if this has been talked about much already- I just saw Monkey Man yesterday and wanted to point out a bit of symbolism that I thought was really neat. I haven't seen it mentioned, but I also haven't really been looking at discussions around the movie for long. Spoilers ahead.

The bit where his mother tells him that the lines on his hands are like the roots of the trees of their home. She traces the lines and says that they show his future, and she asks what his future will be. We don't hear an answer.

Those lines are marred and basically erased when he tries to save her from being burned alive. It symbolizes his future being taken from him in that moment. In the beginning of the movie, we get no lead up to his decision to kill the cop and guru-- this is his plan, it has always been his plan, it is the only future he has. Whatever he might have been, whatever he might have had, the roots that tethered him to his home and his sense of self are literally burned away in witnessing his mother's murder.

Along the same lines, the monk who nurses him back to health tells him that to her, his hands show not scars, but the courage of a child trying to save someone he loves. His future was changed, but who he is was not erased. His hands still show his roots in a way- the pain he comes from, the courage inside him, the woman who taught him love.

Idk I just thought that was well done.

[sashi-ya]

[ 砕けろ, 鏡花水月 ] 𝐊𝐲𝐨̄𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐞 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. a little analysis on Aizen's blade.

✦ i'm not a literature expert, just a fan. This is just my take on something I thought yesterday during one of my insomniac nights.

So, I'm sure everybody knows the meaning behind Aizen’s Zanpaku-tō. However, I couldn’t sleep yesterday, and I began to think about how much he can relate to what 鏡花水月 means.

We know that, 鏡花水月 is a phrase that translates to: <Flower in the mirror, Moon on the water> and it is used to describe something that is indeed visible but unable to be touched. Beauty that cannot be reached, that cannot be touched nor possessed even if we are seeing it with our own eyes. Desire vs possession.

Now, I think that Kubo used this mainly because of the ability of his zanpaku-tō which is controlling the target’s five senses, making them to believe anything Aizen choses them to see or interpretate. Specially during the Shikai special ability Kanzen Saimin (total hypnosis) but… if you think about it, it does not stop there;

Him, who has always felt different and consequently lonely, embraced that image of an untouchable man.. like the reflection of a flower, you can’t touch the flower just the image on the mirror. Or the Moon… you can see the moon reflected in the water, but you can’t ever reach it. Reminds me of Byakuya’s speech to Renji (“It’s like the tale of the monkey and the moon. That which shines in the eyes of the beast, is the moon reflected on water.  No matter how he struggles to capture that “moon”, he inevitably sinks to the bottom of the lake at the end to no avail).

Aizen’s God complex, him acting like a completely different man to put some distance between the real self with the rest, fusing himself with the Hogyoku to become indeed untouchable - this time literally as anyone can come any closer him without exploding in the air- are all representative of Kyoka Suigetsu. And, it’s not a coincidence either that he fused with his Zanpaku-to, too… after all, “the blade is me” has always been clear. And now, he is that reflection, that beauty and that power that cannot be touched. Maybe he accepted loneliness, because he couldn't ask for anything else either. Sometimes, when we can't change something, we end up accepting that that's just part of us...that's what and how we are...

But it is not only the aspect of becoming untouchable but also the eyes, those who see the reflection, those who make you want to touch something that you can see but you can’t reach. The eternal wrestling in between desire and not being able to fulfil it. How many times we wish to have something we saw in an advertisement but because we can’t buy it, we can’t actually have it? Or, a person you love but doesn’t love you back? You see them, but can you touch them? Possess them? No.

It's not a coincidence either how he chose to wear glasses to fool the rest, and then he broke them to show his “real” self to the Gotei when he revealed his treacherous intentions.

And what about his subordinates? - Ulquiorra, whose eyes served for Aizen to see what happened, and also how much on a nihilist the 4ta espada was. Only the things he could see where the ones that existed. - And Tosen? He is blind. He cannot see, and he can’t touch his friend/the woman he loved because she was murdered (fuck you, Tokinada). - Gin? Gin has his eyes closed 99% of the time. (Justice is blind, they say. He chose not to see, commit many crimes in order to get some justice for Rangiku).

And him? Having 3 eyes during one of his Hogyoku form? Or, even after… why did he have his eyes completely covered by the orders of central 46? Was just because of his powers, or there was yet another poetic aspect introduced? Maybe, since during his “redemption” moments he only had one eye covered…

And would it be also a coincidence that the last panel we ever see in the manga of Aizen is indeed his eyes?

The more you think about it, the more you found amazing symbolism and pure poetry. Please, take time to read Bleach in depth… it is not a normal shonen.

[lostfirefly]

Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine (Ch.2)

This fanfiction story is my present for my friend @yujo-nishimura.

Two things inspired me to write this fic: One of my fav songs from which the title is taken and Elena and Damon's dance (from The Vampire Diaries, S1).

Description: Yujo is a young girl whom her father has betrothed to Mr. 3. She and her sister come to the ball, where she meets one of the members of the Cross Guild Corporation Sir Crocodile.

Warnings: The action takes place around the end of the 18th - beginning of the 19th century

Words: 1481

Sir Crocodile x OC

The title is taken from "Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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Chapter 1

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The girls returned to their estate late in the evening and went straight to the bedroom.

"What an amazing evening!" Helena could not contain her emotions and collapsed on her stomach on the bed. "And this Sir Crocodile. Did you like Sir Crocodile, Yujo?"

“He seems like a nice person. But I don’t know him at all, it’s hard for me to say.” Yujo sat on the bed and started removing the clips from her hair. "Besides, I'm engaged to Mr. 3. Why should I think about some Crocodile."

“Oh, by the way, we were chatting with Emma. She said that her father saw the swordsman. They say that he is very handsome and brave. I’ll have to somehow hint about this to our father. My husband must be from the Cross Guild Corporation.” Helena lay on bed and dangled her legs.

“If dad takes you and marries you to some clown, what are you going to do?” Yujo asked mockingly.

"Ugh, sister, what are you talking about? A clown can't be in the Cross Guild. This is a place for handsome men!" She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

In the morning the girls went down for breakfast. The light walls of the dining room were flooded with bright morning light, making it seem even brighter. The maids had already placed fresh flowers on the spacious white table. These were yellow lilies.

Yujo and Helena sat down at the table and were immediately brought breakfast. Eggs and bacon for Helena, oatmeal with fresh berries for Yujo.

"Good morning, girls!" They heard their father's voice.

“Good morning, dad!” The girls answered in unison.

“Selena,” the father turned to the maid, “I’ll just have a cup of coffee, please, and a fresh newspaper. Well, girls, how did you have fun yesterday?”

“I had a great time, and I also got to talk to Emma,” Helena picked at her bacon with a fork.

“And what did she say? She’s probably spreading gossip about their neighbors again, the family of poor Monkey D. Luffy has already suffered enough from her long tongue,” the man stretched, sitting on a chair and took a sip of the coffee he had just brought.

“No, really. She told me about a certain swordsman Mihawk. They say he’s not married yet and he doesn’t even have a bride and he’s handsome!” Helena had difficulty sitting in her chair. "I think I'm in love with him!!"

Yujo choked on her porridge after hearing those words. "How did you fall in love with him if you haven't even seen him?"

“Don’t spoil my moment, sister. It’s good for you. You’re already matched. Dad, please, when you're going to choose me a husband, make sure he’s from the Cross Guild. Just don't marry me to a clown, daddy. Please!” She looked at her father with pleading eyes.

The father smiled and opened the newspaper. "By the way, Yujo. Sir Crocodile was interested in you. He invited us all and Mr. 3 to dinner at his castle tonight."

Yujo put down her spoon and looked at her father.

"Don't look at me like that. He offered me a good deal, we'll have to discuss it. Getting Cross Guild's support will be great for our estate."

"This means...?" Helena looked at her father with burning eyes.

“It doesn’t mean anything yet, sister. Please, calm down and finish your breakfast. You’re already giving me a headache.” Yujo silenced Helena with a look.

“In any case, I have already asked one of our servants to prepare the carriage. You are going to the city today, you need to choose the best outfits. We are going to visit an important person after all.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Sorry, girls. I have to go, see you later.” 

Yujo and Helena spent half the day in the city, choosing outfits. The second half of the day is devoted to reading, studying and preparing for dinner, of course.

By the evening, the maids prepared their dresses. Helena chose a light pink dress decorated with small flowers and white lacy gloves. Yujo, on the other hand, chose an indigo dress that beautifully emphasized her figure and a black velvet bracelet.

They got into the carriage and headed towards Sir Crocodile's castle. Helena was again looking forward to the evening, dreaming that she would finally see the swordsman. Yujo, on the other hand, was worried. Her dance with Sir Crocodile could not leave her mind. And every time she remembered his gaze or the hook on her waist, she felt how goosebumps run through her body. She tried to drive herself away from various thoughts, convincing herself that her fiancé Mr. 3 was a wonderful person. He is handsome, rich and respected. But Yujo’s thoughts kept returning to the dance with Crocodile.

"Sister! Sister! We've arrived!" Helena snapped her fingers in front of Yujo's eyes. "Come on, they're already waiting for us."

The girls climbed the massive stone stairs. Yujo looked around the castle. He seemed huge. The gray stone facades and large black windows clearly matched the mysterious image of Crocodile that was pictured in her head.

"It's like Dracula's castle..." Yujo muttered.

"MIhawk?!" Helena asked.

“God, when our father marries you, it will be the best day ever,” Yujo rolled her eyes.

They reached the main door and entered the castle. The first thing that caught your eye was the number of gargoyle-shaped figures. A long red carpet led towards the huge dining room. And a large wooden staircase clearly led to the second floor.

Plucking up courage, the girls walked towards the living room. The room was furnished with massive furniture made of mahogany. Candles in golden candlesticks hung on the walls. And large cabinets against the wall were filled with books.

Yujo noticed Mr. 3 talking to her father, she took her sister's hand and walked over to greet her fiancé.

"Yujo, you look great today!" Mr. 3 couldn't contain his joy.

“Thank you for the compliment. How are you doing? How are our wedding preparations going?” She asked in a calm voice.

"Everything is fine. Everything is going according to plan and there are no hiccups. But if you suddenly want to make changes, please let me know." Mr. 3 took Yujo's hand and kissed it. "Can I off..."

"Mr. 3, it's not nice to talk to your fiancée and not bring her a drink," a deep voice came from behind Yujo and a chill ran down her spine. "Ladies, I brought you a glass of sparkling wine."

Yujo looked to the side and saw Crocodile holding two glasses in his hand. She could hardly hide her joy at seeing him. He was wearing a cutaway tailcoat, close fitting trousers and clean white linen garments.

“You know, I suggest we go to the living room for now. We’ll discuss business a little later. It’s not good to discuss business in front of the ladies.” Crocodile took out a cigar and lit it.

He showed the way to the dining room with a detour.

"Sorry, I'll be gone for a second!" Yujo felt the trembling begin to take over. She walked out into the hall and randomly entered a small room.

“Damn, this looks like an office.” Yujo looked around. The desk was again made of solid oak, cabinets with books, a fireplace. She walked over to the office and gently ran her hands over the backs of the books.

"Please be careful, some of the specimens are very old and need to be handled with care." Crocodile's voice came from behind Yujo. She froze in place. "Sorry, I scared you."

"No, no, it's okay. Sorry, I didn't know this was your office." Yujo was nervous and didn’t know what to answer, so she said the first phrase that came to her mind.

"You know, it seemed to me that you were avoiding me." Crocodile grinned slightly and took a small step towards Yujo.

"No. I'm just a little nervous about my upcoming wedding to Mr. 3, that's all." She took two steps along the bookcase.

“What did such a young beautiful girl see in this not very young man?” Crocodile tilted his head and began to glare at Yujo.

"He is a good and respected person and that's the main thing." She took two more steps along the closet and ran into the wall.

“And it already seemed to me that you liked me.” Crocodile took another step towards her.

"It seemed to you." She tried to hide her stutter.

Crocodile walked closer to Yujo and ran his hand along her neck. “It’s a pity, otherwise I already wanted to talk to your father so that he would break off your engagement with Mr. 3.”

Yujo felt his hook rest on her waist and how he touched his lips to hers.

[felacunti]

i saw monkey man yesterday. and um. i cant stop. thinking about it. its stuck in my head. i think it fundamentally changed me as a person. i wrote a tiny letterboxd review with like, a 1/10th of my thoughts boiled down to a consistency that makes sense.

[soranihimawari]

Be my Light

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader// platonic! Gojo x reader

Warning: none(?)// mentions of alcohol & death

Rating: fluff & dark humor

Part 2

Notes: saw the .gif and thought yep! reader is a baddie.

“So curses are real, huh?”

The cafe is busier today than normal. You’re sitting down with your childhood neighbor’s friend, who is stabbing a poor blueberry to death. To the right, his best friend, the man in white and black, sits humming an affirmative answer to your question.

“And you two… ‘kill’ these things?”

Your jacket and jeweled hand rest easily on your shoulders as you pause to drink your hot latte. It’s autumn now, so your leather jacket comes out of storage and your dark academia jewelry is on display. You were warned by parents and loved ones alike about how you shouldn’t be too friendly with the Gojo heir since his friend is also troublesome, but you don’t take their worries to heart. For the last decade or so, you helped soothe their fears before a mission or especially after tiring ones, you offer your home for them to rest their weary heads. You always left a lamp on in the spare room when you know they’d come back. You don’t know what has transpired since they went off to help keep a young woman safe, but what you do know now is how much Geto and Gojo seem to be affected by her loss.

That was half a year ago now. Here you three were, discussing curses and you asking them questions you might not want to know the answer to, but you press on until Geto stands up and snaps at you for poking into their lives:

“It’s dangerous,” that is all he says and leaves. He doesn’t want to let you know he’s on the precipice of spiraling, so you shrug it off.

Gojo apologies and pays for his and Geto’s drinks.

You don’t hear from them for a week.

In that time, you decide enough is enough. Your parent at home is asleep when you sneak out a quarter to midnight and your feet take you to their dorm area on campus. As quietly as you can, you climb and tap on Geto’s window.

“Su? It’s me,” you say low enough for your voice to travel through the glass. “I-I just haven’t heard from you in a couple days & if Satoru won’t answer me, I jus— ”

The window slides open and you’re pulled into his arms as he gives you the tightest embrace. He smells of cheap alcohol, no doubt an adviser bought it for him to help cope. He just casually lifts me and sits me on his lap when he sits on his bed; he says nothing, but you know he knows and you see it. Bags under his eyes, his thinning face, his baggier than normal clothes. You cup the side of his face, slightly smiling giving him some hope for this to pass.

“I’m not here to tell you what to do,” you whisper. “Or what you should be doing…”

Geto grunts before he growls, “tell me not to go murder every damn monkey in that church. Please.”

You realize he’s proud and arrogant to a fault, but he listens. He adheres to whatever code of friendship he has with Gojo; he has respect for his fellow sorcerers; and you notice whenever Gojo’s not around, he clings to you. You’re an innocent in all this, yet yesterday at the cafe, you asked more questions and the last one caused him to have an epiphany that perhaps a new world order needs to be started. Especially if you have the ‘Eye’.

There is something your childhood neighbor hasn’t told you while you were at a park hanging out over the last couple of days and Geto is around a few feet away—

“Boys, considering your last mission did not go as planned your next one will be a bit easier: considering you know your target.”

Their teacher slides the file of a person with a familiar name and Gojo glances up saying it was a mistake.

“You’re joking,” he’s amused and serious when he passes the file to Geto.

Their teacher and an elder sits down and describes what may occur if they choose to deny this mission: “you either protect your friend and ensure y/n lives to see another day or you have her killed just like…”

“Don’t,” Gojo stands abruptly. “We’ll accept, right Geto?”

Geto asks more important questions like why and what significance does keeping you above ground serve.

The elder straightens up and right as Gojo is about to leave, the elder states: “the Eye can see weak points in a cursed humans body—they can extract the curse without even touching the human—originally found in Korean lore, the Eye is usually passed maternally, from mother to daughter, typically their abilities are active once the mother is dead or hunted. Your friend, yn, is one of the last few remaining in the known sorcerer world.”

Gojo freezes and turns to tell his raven haired friend it’s time to leave. Later in Geto’s dorm room, Gojo reads into the file more. Geto, on the other hand, listens to how his friend rambles on.

“Satoru, you know what to have to do,” Geto sighs as Gojo’s rambling ceases.

“But how can I hide yn, the person you also claimed to be your light in these times, in my void? YN would die there,” Gojo says, a deep melancholy floats heavily on his last words.

Geto, leans forward with his chin resting in a prayer hand pose, elbow to his knees.

“If you don’t do it, I can.”

“You’d do that? You’re cruel.”

“But if it protects yn…”

The conversation lives rent free in Geto’s mind, even now when he hears how you fret over him. Calmly tracing his features, one thing you discovered when you saw Gojo with him the day after your turned nineteen. You tell Gojo you’d rather hang out win your friend; when asked why, you nonchalantly say, “Suguru needs a break from consistent sunshine, right Sugu?” And your smile, your smile brought a solar flare to his hardening soul even if Gojo walked ahead saying you two should date. Your cheeks blush though, as Geto chooses to walk past you, he hears you muttering, “I’d say yes if you’d asked me.” His heart must have stopped immediately the moment you lock eyes with him, soft with affection, understanding that this might be the first-last chance at a youthful romance given where life was taking you, he had no qualms of hiding your relationship while he went on missions.

Gojo finds out naturally one day when he catches his best friend hiding a familiar onyx ring.

“When?” Gojo asks him quietly.

Geto says quiet. It’s been a month since their disastrous mission with the middle schooler. You are consistently checking in with Geto even if it’s by proxy through calling Gojo since the other won’t answer his phone for hours at a time. Geto might not seem like he appreciates it, but he does. It’s the one went that is making him not snap and kill everyone on sight. One night, when you were walking home with him after a series of dead end conversations, you present him the onyx ring, telling him it’s ok to lose himself for a little while. He tries to give it back, but instead, you press it into his palm, close his fist around it and press that fist against his sternum. You cup his frowning face, kissing his forehead lightly, whispering against his skin in the autumnal air: “you have every right to feel these emotions. I’ll be right here to help you if you like.” And just like that, Geto bows his head and he crumbles just a little bit; strong arms shake asking with his shoulders and you, you who seem so small, you soothe him until the sadness, the fatigue, the everything-wrong-with-the-world leaves Geto’s soul alone for minutes, hours even. You don’t know how long he plans to sob into your already soaked shoulders, but you don’t stop him.

“How tragic and full of sorrow you must be,” you whisper against his cheek, running your fingers in his hair. “Things will work out, you’ll see.”

Waving your free arm behind his crouched form as you calm him, several of the most hideous creatures burn away above him. Your warmth is something he cannot get enough of, only then does he see through blurred eyes just how bright you can shine. He calls your name and you glance at him, his tear streaked face now dry, his lips quiver. At the end of the day, you two part ways, but not before Geto, tall and proud, kisses your lips praying he doesn’t fall further in his spiraling descent.

Back in his room, the ring is still in his hand. Geto feels six eyes on him, he knows. Even if Gojo will never attempt to admit loving someone else whether romantic or not, Geto finally has something Gojo cannot have. The onyx ring warps their reflection a bit as their conversation continues.

“Geto Suguru,” Gojo is warning in his tone. “YN is like my family. You already knew what our next mission entails. Are you sure you’re up to the task?”

Geto picks up his long hair and puts it up in a half bun. His dark eyes focus on the ring and turns to Satoru.

“YN deserves to hate one of us,” his voice is calm yet loaded with livid undertones.

“Can you live with it being you?”

Gojo had this annoyed look in those gleaming eyes, but his friend, his dear friend, his charcoal haired brother in arms, turns and with a smile throws back the question to the self-proclaimed strongest:

“Can you?”

Gojo slams the door when he leaves, his mouth dry and feet heavy. He believes he needs to find the resolve to ensure you can survive his technique—like those princess stories where they are cursed sleeping for eternity. Meanwhile, Geto calls one of his seniors who buys him cheap alcohol. It’s the only way he might be able to deal with what they had planned for their mission later in the week.

You’re here now, resting a head against Geto’s shoulders, your ministrations cease as you tell him about what Gojo told you just earlier that night on the phone.

“I know, you don’t have to hide it,” not an ounce of regret in your tone when you kiss his furrowed brow.

Geto’s grip loosens, then tightened, then loosens again. His head is bowed in shame because you were read into this mission, their world, their jobs…

“I won’t hate you,” you continue, voice quiet and Geto has a pained look on his face. “Sugu, I don’t think I ever can.”

You feel his hand reach the back of your neck, circling the nerve that will make you go limp. Grinning, you nod, understanding the implications of the boys’ plan. You persisted to stand by his side, help him through a majority of his darkening times, and for some odd reason in the shower, when he stood there for an hour, both naked and with soaked clothes on, your countenance enters mind—the comfort you provided and still do makes his heart ache. Gojo was wrong, Geto thinks leaving the dorm showers, we never should have accepted this mission.

“You should,” his hand retracts from that spot on your neck and he pushes you forward by the small of your back to kiss you instead.

Your hand presses against his chest as your eyes close and he hums approving of how you move. Geto entices you to follow his lead to deepen this kiss when his canines nibble gently at the top of your lip; you taste the fear and uncertainty but the love and genuine compassion is there. His lips leave yours momentarily, his nose tickles your jaw and his teeth graze your neck before he bites you, sucking the flesh, bruising you. And you bite your bottom lip, sort of chortling away at his eagerness to show you that you too can drive him mad. You call out his name and he pauses, hungrily ready to receive more of your sweetened warmth.

After a moment’s reprieve, you brush away his loose bangs, noticing the hurt and soft loving expression in his dilated eyes.

“Shh...” your breath is hot and you kiss away the tears that escaped his eye. “It will be ok. Everything will work out.”

He is frustrated, you know he’s caught between a rock and a hard place, yet you make him want to try to be better.

You kiss his brow when he holds you tighter, his mouth close to your ear, you hear Geto Suguru, special grade sorcerer, “Don’t make me lose you too.”

You nod, bringing his forehead to rest against yours as you slide your lips over his with more igniting a passion more fierce than earlier. Your fingers tangled in his hair and with a light nudge, you feel him press his tongue against your lip, asking, imploring you to let him memorize the taste of green tea cheesecakes and the shapes of your teeth. He almost moans into your mouth, making sure you are breathing still because heaven forbid Gojo finds you both like this, Geto believes he’d be a dead man. He inflates your lungs in order for you to stay with him longer. Your kisses are powerful, filled with a light that seems to make his shattered heart become filled with gold like those old art pieces. He kisses you like he knows you understand his betrayal and the best part of it? Geto’s the first and last person whom you’d expect to love you—so yes, you do get that teen romance a been craving. Ah, but alas, Geto makes up his mind: he would sacrifice the world to have you back. Even if you’re frozen in time for an eternity. He will watch the universe burn if it meant you breathe again tomorrow.

“Stay still,” are two words you’d never think you’d hear from Geto, yet you obey.

“Let me look at you one last—”

Right outside the door to his dorm, Gojo Satoru drops a bouquet of gardenias along with the resolve to confess how he truly felt since you crashed into his bicycle when he just turned six.

As you stay still, your words are interrupted, Gojo enters the room through a rip in his own void, taking your now unconscious body out of his best friend’s hold. Gojo doesn’t get very far when he hears Geto run behind him and the door to the void closes, snipping edges off Geto’s hair. The last time Geto Suguru sees you is when you are encased in a written and glass coffin in a quiet meadow in Gojo’s void. Gojo Suguru seals it with several layers of a barrier before picking up the ruined gardenias and placing them atop the coffin. You look so peaceful here. Your eyes closed, the bouquet eventually withers, but you stay youthful. Gojo, once the void closes, bows to your sleeping corpse, whispering words of a confession and apology.

Geto memorized that place, so if he does indeed fail, he can find you once more. Panic, depression, obsession. Those three words and their definitions finally cause Geto Suguru to snap. He leaves for his hometown for a fresh start the morning after you are pronounced DOA by a hospital, although you sleep in the glass coffin in one chamber of the limitless void. You dream of Geto finding you; out of the blue you’d forgive him and Gojo by default.

After that night, Gojo retreats into himself a little more while his peers think of other missions they’d get assigned to. The elders and the principal are happy this mission ended successfully; somehow Gojo finds himself walking past the cafe, a random memory blooms in his mind.

“The void is a dangerous place,” you’re reading in the Gojo family library with Satoru on your right. You’re both finally the same age of eight. Right before you turn nine, though, Gojo asks you to read the prophecies book his nanny left out. “Once you enter, it is limitless.”

Gojo’s phone lights up with the news that Geto Suguru has killed everyone in his hometown.

[thegameoflovemindberries]

Top 100 Best Beatles Songs warning:this is my opinion and it may not coincide with yours and this is completely normal. So please don't get mad at this list.

(I decided that it would be fair to include in this list not only songs from albums but als songs from anthologies)

100) dig it

99) free as a bird

98) three cool cats

97)my Bonnie

96) across the universe

95)yes it is

94)Anna (go to him )

93) Your Majesty

92)a taste of honey

91)money (that's what I want)

90)thing we said today

89) when I get home

88)because

87) Mr moonlight

86) no reply

85)golden slumbers

84) boys

83)sea of time

82) hey bulldog

81)dear Prudence

80)wild honey pie

79)Martha my dear

78) pigges

77)if I needed someone

76)Michelle

75)you won't see me

74) blue jay way

73) blackbird

72) yesterday

71) one after 909

70) I'm the walrus

69) strawberry fields forever

68)dig a pony

67)everybody's trying to be me baby

66) I will

65) the word

64)yer blues

63)glass onion

62) back in the U.S.S.R

61) birthday

60)happiness is a warm gun

59)why don't we do it in the road?

58)I saw her standing there

57)love me do

56) please please me

55)it won't be long

54) you really got a hold on me

53)little child

52)if I feel

51 ) I'm so happy just to dance with you

50any time at all

49) baby in black

48)hello goodbye

47) the night before

46)nowhere man

45) I'm looking trough you

44)I'm only sleeping

43) here, there and everywhere

42)good day sunshine

41)doctor Robert

40)Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

39)getting better

38) fixing a hole

37) Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite!

36) lovely Rita

35)only a northern song

34)yellow submarine

33) two of us

32)Maggie Mae

31)for your blue

30) she loves you

29) I want to hold your hand

28) now and then

27)maxvell's silver hammer

26)sun king

25)baby it's you

24)too much monkey business

23) young blood

22) to know her is to love her

21) I got a woman

20)get back

19) you're gonna lose that girl

18) misery

17) you're really got a hold on me

16) fool on the hill

15) good morning good morning

14) Eleanor Rigby

13) twist and shout

12)octopus's garden

11)the ballad of John and Yoko

10)oh! Darling

9) do you want to know a secret?

8)and your bird can sing

7)Lucy in the sky with diamonds

6)all you need is love

5) within you or without you

4)Norwegian wood

3) something

2) love you to

1) It's Only Love

[pttucker]

A TV panel installed above the bar was broadcasting scenes from a live concert. A pretty popular idol group was currently performing there. One of them was a monkey, the other was a dragon, and the last one was an Archangel. The Great Sage wielding the mic delivered an impassioned vibrato-filled roar, which was promptly followed up by the shower of colourful spotlights focusing on the rear of the stage as Uriel made her entrance. Yoo Sangah elegantly chewing on the intestines muttered out. "They are really popular these days." "I joined their fan club yesterday. The Uriel Force is seriously…!" When Lee Jihye piped up, Lee Gilyoung sent in a quick tackle. "I can't bear to look at their performance anymore after seeing the one Dionysus has put on, you know? Especially the dude over there…"

I'm gonna be so lost once I start reading fanfic for this novel. I'm never going to be able to tell what actually happened in canon or what was just fic because the canon is like this.

THEY WENT AND MADE A BAND AFTER THE SCENARIOS WERE OVER!?

And Dionysus too, though honestly he's a bit more believable than these guys.

Oh man, the affect Kim Dokja has had on this worldline. Especially when you compare them to the three that we just saw a few chapters back in the 0th turn.

[heich0e]

Dear Liv,

LIV I just now realized that Choso’s apartment number in your snowing up fic is 505 & I immediately had to think of the Arctic Monkey’s 505 song:

I'm going back to 505/ If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive/In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side/ With your hands between your thighs

Hot neighbor/ bartender!Choso thinking about reader with her hands between her thighs in his sheets on his way home from work is going to kill me!!!! I don’t know how it never occurred to me before since I re-read this fic rigorously

Yours truly,

Nana <3

PS HAPPY WEDNESDAY I hope you’re well <333

HELLO SWEET NANA HAPPY THURSDAY <3

I reread snowing up yesterday for the first time in sooooooo long and when i saw that i had made choso's apartment number 505 i was like OMG!! LIKE THE SONG!! as tho i am not the person who wrote the fic lmaooooo. i'm sure it was intentional (even if i don't remember it now whoops!) and i am so glad u also noticed!!

also reading the fic was truly like experiencing it for the first time bc i also forgot he was a bartender and i was kinda like... man.... that's so sexy of him honestly. hot bartender choso sipping coffee... being a Good Man.... i think i need him.

LOVE YOU TERRIBLY I HOPE UR HAVING A GOOD WEEEEEK

[strangerhands]

eeee finally left my house (yesterday because its now past midnight) and saw monkey man finally and rewatched dune two and aaaaaa so good. both so good. monkey man was just. 🤌 chefs fucking kiss. 🤌 dev patel...<3 sobhita dhulipala...<3 i need them... pls... theyre so. oh my god. bowing down and praying to and worshipping them for real. anyways. i really enjoyed it a lot. i love that they werent afraid to get brutal and bloody like fuck yessss give me that gore baby. and dune 1+2 are still just so fucking good. i actually meant to rewatch dune 1 before it but i forgot. but whatever. i cant wait until the third oneeee. anyways yea i just wanted to yap a bit bc my friends really dont care that much and it has been making me very sad the past few days but it is what it is ya know. but i hope you all have been doing beautifully and better than me lol. and i hope to like finally get caught up on here soon. like actually soon. hopefully. pls. if god wills it. please. ok bye<3