#and even without all that she's just so beloved to me

[bewitched-hours]

Why is it always Yan!( Character) Or Yan!( Ship)

NO I wanna be Yandere!

Therefore I request Yan! Ghost Reader x Noob( yep I'm building off of my request)

But is it alright if it's not too dark, like there are traits and some features of a Yandere but it's not like reader's down right toxic and not good for noob. Idk man I love Yan fics but when it's too much it puts me off.

Noob get your ghost wife she's about to strangle two time for the nth time-

OH???? A LITTLE SWITCH UP???? FOR LIL' OLD ME??? Is it christmas-? Also, yeah, I get it. I try to make my version of yanderes more watered down in a sense where it's a bit dark but not off-putting, ya know?

Reader gets She/Her again~

How long has been been now? You didn't care.

You were head over heels for your favourite little survivor and as if sensing your desperation, the Spectre allowed you a deal.

A physical form for all the memories of your life before its realm. You accepted it without thinking and now waited for your beloved in a form that resembled the one you had as a ghost but with a lot more colour to you and no more transparency.

To say Noob was surprised would be an understatement... Especially with how you practically jumped at him.

But how could he blame you when you're head over heels for his cute face? Not that he'd know.

You were even given the abilities and title of a sentinel soon after, surprising the other survivors as you proudly declared yourself to be the ghost that's been haunting them.

Although... You did assure them that they had Noob to thank for your friendliness. He wasn't too happy about being the center of attention but he didn't protest after you shut him up with a quick kiss. It was simply adorable just like him!

You weren't even trying to hide your favouritism everyone pretty much accepted you were just warped by Spectre knows how many years of being stuck in this hell and Noob just so happened to be the unfortunate soul to become the target of your affection.

Sure, you grew to warm up to the other survivors and help them out but even so you spent most of your time by Noob's side like a lost puppy. It was honestly kinda adorable, if not for the way your obsession with him grew deeper and deeper.

He noticed it of course, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up. He loved you back, that much was clear, but he also knew he had to put a line in the sand to make sure you kept a grip on your... Tendencies...

To start off, he had to give you a gentle kiss to make sure you were fully fixated on him. It also acted as a confession of sorts which threw you off and you didn't really know what to do.

"Listen, it's- it's not that I don't like you too but... I just want to make sure this new side of yours doesn't ruin it." You were a little surprised but made sure to listen and didn't interrupt him. You could tell this was important and it was touching that he cared enough to discuss a way for the relationship to work. How does he always find ways to make you love him more...?

"I need to be sure that you have whatever this is under control so I want to find ways to help you stay sane. If you feel jealous or any urges to feel negative because of me or the others, come to me and we can talk about it. If you feel like you need to steal anything of mine, we can talk about it." It went on like that for a bit, though you never even dared to think about not taking him seriously.

Despite what he appeared usually, you knew Noob was someone who delivered on promises and he made sure you knew that while he loved you a lot, he is not staying in a relationship that'll isolate him or creep him out. And you were determined to not force that on him.

True to your mutual promise, you'd go to him whenever that darker part of your brain began whispering those tempting thoughts of what you could do to keep him to yourself. He eventually came to learn how to tell your obsessive moods from your regular negative ones through subtle cues and even when you wouldn't even realize it, Noob would take you aside and reassure you that no one could take him away from you.

You were his... He was yours...

Even if the Spectre wasn't all too happy but it wasn't like your memories hadn't tasted good enough for it to allow this.

You can put your worries to rest... Home is here...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[tamayula-journal]

I've been watching a lot of Western romance movies lately to learn what kind of men and love stories resonate with international audiences (currently obsessed with the After series 😳🔥). And what I've noticed is that the most popular male leads tend to be:

Handsome

Rich

Tall with a decently muscular build

Highly sexual

Obsessively in love with the heroine, showing her affection no one else gets

Emotionally damaged or traumatised, yet slowly healed by the heroine’s love

The perfect knight-type who swoops in to save her whenever she’s in danger

It’s made me realise just how beloved this type of man still is.

To be honest, I used to be quite ignorant about how Western audiences view romance. I had this naive assumption—probably influenced by online discourse—that the dominant belief was “equal relationships are the only healthy kind” and that stories where pure-hearted women are constantly protected by men were considered outdated. I thought most Western romance fiction followed that ideal.

But after watching so many romance films, I’ve come to see that even now, the dynamic of "a pure, innocent heroine and the perfect knight who protects her from everything" is still hugely popular—and that discovery was honestly a huge surprise for me.

In Japan, when a romance story features a man who perfectly embodies all female fantasies—like a devoted knight in shining armour—he often gets dismissed as “unrealistic” or “just some teenage girl’s fantasy.” These kinds of male characters have been appearing less and less in recent Japanese romance works (though there’s still a passionate niche audience for them). But in Western romance films—even the adult ones with explicit scenes—such male characters are portrayed as normal, which honestly gave me a bit of culture shock.

I think it might come down to a fundamental difference: in the West, there seems to be a stronger cultural understanding that fiction is a space to fulfil the audience's desires. That idea feels more widely accepted than it is in Japan, at least from what I’ve observed.

Back in January, I mentioned on my main blog that I’ve been trying to “discard my Japanese values and rewire my brain to match the tastes and values of Western audiences” in order to portray Sebastian in a more appealing way. It’s been a six-month-long challenge. But sometimes, without realising it, I slip back into drawing the selfish version of Sebastian I personally adore (like in this older work), and I reflect on that with mixed feelings. It hasn’t been easy.

But now, having learned that the dynamic of “a knightly, handsome man who fiercely protects the heroine” paired with “a pure, saint-like woman who teaches him love” is still beloved in the West, I feel like I’ve gained something valuable to apply in my future creations.

From now on, I want to commit more consciously to portraying Sebastian as “a possessive man with a wounded heart, who unconditionally loves his partner and always shows up to protect her in times of danger.” I think I’ll also need to adjust the trajectory of Sebastian×Sakurako’s story to embody that “protective knight × pure saint” romance dynamic more clearly.

[shubertblue]

Random IvanTill Idea (Alien Stage Spoilers‼️)

So like- What IF Ivan also survived. I’ve seen so many theories in wake of Till being alive and it had me thinking…

What if Ivan was kind of revived/healed by another group of human resistance members. There HAS to be other resistances, but they have to keep a low profile to survive in an alien-prominent society. So what if when the aliens were dealing with the bodies, they realized Ivan was still alive. However, word spread and while they were in the process of transporting the body (healed enough to survive but would need further treatment) it was intercepted. If the aliens took him, everybody would know and he’d be forced back in a role of a spectacle. However, the aliens tried to cover the incident and just chalked it up to Ivan being dead (the ones hiding it assumed he’d be dead soon anyways without more treatment).

But of course, he was very much alive. When he was better he watched the Alien Stage finale and the attack Mizi did with the resistance. He become grief stricken at Till’s “death”, for all he knew among others he really was dead. It’s not everyday you see someone get sh0t in the neck and be unconscious during an explosion, to then survive. (I assume cameras weren’t able to pick up clearly the resistance leaving with Till. Even if it did, one would still assume it was too late for Till).

As a result, Ivan grew vengeful and determined. He hated the aliens, he hated the resistance that decimated Till’s body (for all he knows because a body was never found and people assumed it was destroyed in the explosion. To add, the actions of the resistance was definitely villainized by the aliens to look like it was meant to kill everyone. So for all Ivan knew, it was meant to kill Till and Luka also.), but most of all he resented Mizi. He knew that pink hair anywhere, she “distracted” Till and that’s what caused him to lose (even though she motivated him, but his POV from the camera’s perspective would make it seem Till was distracted). To add, she was the one who dropped the explosives. Of which only made things worse for humans, it wasn’t coordinated enough and it made things harder for other resistances. (Again, for all Ivan knew it could’ve been the plan from the get-go with the resistance she was a part of.)

So, fast-forward seven years in the future. Ivan is a strong figurehead in his resistance. Of course he HAS to go by a different alias and hide his identity because he was so well known and beloved by aliens in the past. Although being “dead” for so long sure helped him hide his identity, many aliens still knew of his name and face due to how popular his Alien Stage bracket was between it being full of talent and ending in a disaster. (Ironically, it’s the same exact situation as Till.)

Ivan is doing some resistance work and ends up running into the infamous member that rides a motorcycle. He would be lying if his didn’t still hold a grudge towards that resistance group in particular. Not to mention, that guy was messing with his plans. (Keep in mind, Ivan has reverted into someone harsher/abysmal/stoic. Very morally gray.) So he decides to “teach him a lesson”. The other guy is scrappy, and of course doesn’t go easy. The fight is giving him an odd sense of Deja Vu, which entices him to the mystery guy. He talks (with a voice modulator to further hide his identity) but the guy wouldn’t respond (couldn’t because Till probably has a damaged voice, he could probably make some noise/talk but not without extreme difficulty and pain. To add, he’s getting beat up here. It’s not like he can easily grab his notepad.)

They go their separate ways in a hurry not to get caught, but for the first time in seven years Ivan finds himself deeply fascinated in someone again. Little does he know it’s still Till.

(Should I make fanart of this/ write a fic?)

[dollpurity]

Her grip never wavered .. steady and grounding, even as her pace shifted. You could feel the way she was holding back, her breath catching in her throat, soft gasps that only you were close enough to hear.

“You’re doing so well for me,” she whispered, voice low and thick with reverence. “I know it’s a lot tonight, but look at you—taking it so beautifully.”

Her fingers slid down to cradle your cheek, brushing sweat-damp skin as if you were something fragile and beloved. She smiled.. The ones where you gave her everything. your trust, your body, your heart and she treated it like the most sacred thing in the world. Every movement of hers was deliberate, paced to your breath, your soft moans, the way your fingers twitched in her grasp. She noticed everything. Worshipped everything. “Let me hear you, baby,” she murmured. “Don’t hide from me.. I want it all. Every sound, every little tremble.” She leaned closer, nose brushing yours, lips ghosting over your mouth without kissing you just yet. “You’re mine, you know that? All mine. And I’m going to take care of you, just like you deserve.”.

She stilled for a moment, just enough to watch you eyes wide, lips parted, your breath catching in your throat each time she moved. You looked so helpless beneath her, but not afraid. Never afraid. There was only trust in your eyes. Need. Devotion. That was what undid her.

“Darling…” she whispered The angel blinked before muttering a “fuck..” under her breath, her hand gripped your wrist tighter.. soon enough she started pounding, she looked up to see if you were displeased with this and was shocked to see you were enjoying it as much as she was. “You’re doing so good for me,” she murmured, almost like a prayer. “So perfect. I wish you could see what I see right now…”

Your body was her temple and she swore tonight the gods she’d take care of it.

“Taking it so nicely.. you like that .. huh? To be used like some fucktoy only for me..” she’d lean down and nuzzle your neck, leaving a few small bites there. “you’re so pretty honey.. I wish I could see you like this all the time… to be oh so possessive over what’s mine.. ”

the femme moved up to see your face again.. then moved her hands to the side of you.. just so she could kiss down what was hers.. each time she would lift up after every kiss. “My” “adored” “my” “pretty baby” “my” all” “mine”

Something 4 those who like being topped .. sub post next mayb… sorry if my writing is bad .. I was typing this as I thought ehe..

[haroun31]

Hii what do you think about mitsuya with a s/o that looks and is really sweet but has sooo many tattoos under her cloths that are usually covered by cardigans and long skirts

And you can only see the tattoos when she is with a shirt.

So when they are at his home with luna and mana and maybe his friends they see the tattoos.

Up to you how they are gonna react but i picture luna and mana drawing on her tattoos hahahah

Have a good day

My Canvas Is My Body

Warning: MC is female | Tattoos | Japan's prejudice against tattoos | Fluff |

Mitsuya is such a good kid, despite being a founding member of the Tokyo Manji Gang and partaking in the typical activities of gangsters. He is a diligent student, grades not at the top but definitely above average. Mutual respect for older figures such as his teacher, the cleaners and parents. And he is even a beloved president of the sewing club! So you would expect his girlfriend to also be a person who can match his good boy persona. A stereotypical cute girl, who maybe is average in school and definitely away from any type of dangerous activity that could be related to gang stuff. Mitsuya feels like a guy who wants to keep his personal life and the gang as separate as possible.

So it was always a surprise when people find out that you weren't exactly the type of girl that they would imagine.

Not that you weren't a good person, not at all! You were still respectful and did good at school, there was nothing wrong with your personality or behavior. . .it was just that they totally didn't expected you to be so full of tattoos. We are talking about from head to toe here–too be frank it was actually baffling how you were able to hide all of them to the point of making people believe you didn't have any.

The first time Mitsuya saw your tattoos it was during a date at his sewing club. School hours had ended along with club hours and you had decided to join your boyfriend to keep him company while he worked on a project. You watched as the pencil moved across the paper, your head resting on his shoulder and your eyes fixed on the drawing of a jacket. Nothing but comfortable silence and eachothers presence filled the room.

"Done" he said softly, looking at the final sketch he ended up choosing in the midst of discarded ideas with a massive cross above them "Now I need a model to take the measurements. . ." He mumbled, placing the sketchbook on the table and letting his violet eyes shift on the side were you stood. He really wanted to start making clothes for you but he was never able to take your measurements without sounding awkward. So this is gonna be the perfect excuse to finally be able to.

"Do you want to be my model?"

At first you were a little hesitant to accept. Taking your measurements meant you would have to at least take off your shirt, and despite your relationship blooming quite recently, you still hadn't revealed to him the myriad of tattoos painted on your skin. And you were scared of his reaction to knowing about them. But in the end you gave in, especially after that smile of his that made your stomach flipping into itself and fold like a sheet of paper.

Damn him and his charming personality.

When Mitsuya first saw the tattoos littering your arms he remained silent as his violent eyes slightly widened. Not because he was shocked or disgusted with what he was seeing, but because those were one of the most beautiful designs he ever laid his eyes on. And trust me, he saw a LOT of tattoos in his life, especially since being in a gang usually lead to that. Plus he was a man of art, he knows beauty when he see it.

You had immediately mistaken his surprise for regret at having entered into the relationship. After all, a girl covered in tattoos was certainly not the ideal type of an average Japanese man. On the contrary, Japan shunned tattoos and you had not been allowed to enter several buildings if you did not cover them. Seeing your nervousness, Mitsuya immediately reassured you that he wasn’t disgusted by your tattoos and instead he found them so beautiful that at first sight inspired him already some works that would compliment them.

"Is that why you still use the long skirts even when it's summer"

"The school doesn't accept tattoos, especially on girls, so I'm forced to wear and cover them up if I want to keep being allowed to follow the lessons"

With this new discovery Mitsuya finally made up his mind. He will design you clothes which not only will be good looking on your figure but also functional in a society full of prejudices and harmful stereotypes. Jackets with sleeves that can be removed whenever you wanted, light skirts that would not make you dying in the heat of the summer, trousers with the design of your tattoos patterns to emulate the one in your legs.

"You know, I also have a tattoo. It's on the side of my head, a dragon. I will have to show it to you one day"

"I swear Mitsuya, if you dare to cut your beautiful hair just to show me that, I'm gonna lose my mind"

When you started going to Mitsuya's house it was during the winter time, which meant that both his little sisters, Mana and Luna, actually never knew that you had tattoos and you never really mentioned it to them. They just saw you as the cool big sister who made their brother's cheek all red and start to ramble off about you with them. And if Mana and Luna haven't been able to see your tattoos, Mitsuya’s friends even less.

But everything came crashing down a particular morning of summer. You had spent the night at your boyfriend's house, sleeping with him in his bed while cuddling and enjoy his presence. However, when your usual alarm started ringing, Mitsuya actually stretched his arm over your body to turn it off before you could wake up. You had a long day yesterday and he felt like you deserve a bit more of sleep.

He kissed your forehead before quietly freeing himself from your grip and getting out of bed to start his day. It took you three more hours to finally wake up on your own. You immediately felt confused when your ears didn't catch on the usual sound of your alarm, which made you believe to have woken up before it. Though your confusion deepened when you didn't see your boyfriend in the bed.

Without thinking you left his room, putting on one of his shirts along with the shorts you were already wearing. Though your path was soon cut off when you realized a tiny, tiny detail. Several head snapped in your direction, your hand still in front of your mouth mid yawn and hair more messy than the Mexican you ate yesterday with Mitsuya. You accidentally walked into his living room full of his friends.

Some Toman's member stopped at his house to talk about the new changes they wanted to apply to their uniforms and you chose the perfect memory to just waltz in looking like a bear out of hibernation. It wasn't their first time meeting you, but. . .well. . .it was their first time seeing you with a T-shirt and shorts. Though, their reactions hasn't been exactly what you expected.

"SHE HAS TATTOOS?!"

Your face exploded in red, especially with the fact that your sleeping brain was just now processing the fact that you weren't exactly at your best display. Mitsuya immediately came to your aid, placing his uniform jacket around your shoulders before guiding you back into his room to get properly changed, while behind everyone were losing their minds (AKA just Mikey)

But at the end they still accepted you. Of course they did! How could they not!? Especially when your tattoos looks so badass. Draken actually showed you the tattoos that also Mitsuya has on the side of his head since they basically did the same damn design. The origin of the twin dragons. Mikey went on and on asking you about the meaning behind your tattoos or if they even had one. At the end he almost considered doing one too, probably about a Dorayaki.

Kazutora showed to you his tiger tattoo as Baji joked around about you 'looking so innocent while hiding this rebel side of yours' while Pah-chin was trying to process the fact that a girl had more tattoos than any guy he ever met. Especially since he knew how painful getting one could be. . .your pain tolerance must be pretty fucking high.

Meanwhile Mana and Luna. . .they started using you as their personal coloring book. The majority of your tattoos were black and they had fun filling in the empty spot with their colors and markers.

"Big brother! Big brother! Can we also get a tattoo??"

"When you two are gonna be older all four of us can get a matching tattoo if you want"

You are so glad you found people who loves you despite what society might consider about your way of expressing yourself.

[mostbelovedqueer]

They should have been queer Tournament - Round 1

Disclaimer: This tournament is based on submissions! Please respect all identities, characters and fandoms! Hate will get you blocked instantly!

Why Steve should have been queer: Bisexual because he has female and male love interests

Additional submission message:

I have written a counterpart to this with Bucky Barnes, but Steve should have been bisexual. (Gay is fine too, this is just my take.) As I said in the other one, the first two movies are centered around their relationship. None of the story works or means anything without their love and loyalty. I'll copy some of that below, and then expand on the Steve side of things:

Bucky plays the role of his love interest in both TFA and TWS: The person Steve enlists for, the person Steve actually gets off his ass and becomes a superhero for, the person whose death reveals a darkness and need for vengeance in Steve, and the person whose loss cuts him so deeply he decides not to try to escape the crashing plane even though he's borderline indestructible and can probably swim in the icy water. Let me reiterate: Steve's girlfriend is begging him to stay alive any way he can, and he doesn't even try. Because his beloved Bucky is dead.

In The Winter Soldier, Bucky's role as love interest is even clearer: Steve tells Natasha directly at the beginning of the movie that he doesn't want to date because he doesn't know how to find anyone with shared life experience. Then, almost immediately, while a LOVE SONG ABOUT YOUR BEAU RETURNING FROM WW2 IS PLAYING, he encounters Bucky. Bucky, who, like Steve, has gone from a normal young man to a weapon, who has lost everything that mattered to him, who has found himself in a new world decades later, who has lost time due to being frozen.

Bucky, with whom Steven spent most of his childhood and young adult life, who has been through nearly everything with Steve, including all the things he doesn't feel he can share with his new friends. Okay, this is becoming a queer Steve manifesto too (and I'll give him one), but I can't explain how the movie presents Bucky as Steve's lover without that.

Then the tropes begin! Amnesia! Fighting on opposite sides! Bucky as abuse victim, needing to be rescued. A fight to the death, Steve dying for Bucky, and breaking him out of the amnesia spell by reminding him of a tender moment they shared, a promise they made that sounds like a wedding vow. "'Til the end of the line." 'Til death do us part.

And it would have been beautiful for Steve to die in 1945 and wake up to a world where he could marry a man in five states and DC. Put it on his little notebook list. "Berlin Wall, JFK, Trouble Man, Stonewall, gay marriage?!!"

Steve is a bigger character than Bucky, so they do more with him. He has two women love interests, who are unfortunately related to each other. It feels like they were trying to replace his affection for Peggy with Sharon, her NIECE, but neither of them are compatible with the Steve we know, values-wise.

Peggy is a pragmatic secret agent. She is shown to be willing to work with Arnim Zola, whom she knows tortured Bucky and murdered a number of, at the least, American soldiers. Operation Paperclip was a real program, and Americans did indeed work with former Nazi scientists, so this could be a complex topic to tackle, if they didn't shy away from the full implications. That's a compelling thing to do with Peggy: a woman agent who has to fight for respect…is still working with shady government agencies. A shady government agency that Steve Rogers KNOWS will very easily be convinced to support a program that will attempt to slaughter twenty million people at once. Steve immediately clocked the spy program as evil when Nick Fury called it protective. The Steve of TWS wouldn't tolerate for a second Peggy's grey moral zone.

Sharon may not knowingly work with Nazis, but she spied on Steve for months while pretending to be a friendly neighbor. That's her job, that's interesting, but Steve didn't like it and the movies offered no reason for me to believe he was interested in her after that until they randomly sucked face while Sam and Bucky smiled painfully.

I don't say this to suggest Steve shouldn't have any relationships with them, or women at all. That's fine. What I do mean by it is that the character of Steve, who has a very intense moral code, might break it for Bucky, but usually he doesn't even have to. Whereas, they don't even suggest he would have to contort himself to be with these women he hasn't even spent much time with, BUT HE WOULD. Heterosexuality infects these movies so deeply that it makes more sense to the writers (or execs, or whoever) for Steve to go back in time to a decade he DOESN'T EVEN LIKE to marry a woman he SAW working with his BEST FRIEND'S NAZI TORTURER than for him to, I don't know, get a house with Bucky? Who really needs him right now?

I don't think most people got really queerbaited by the MCU. They weren't gonna make their second flagship character gay or bi officially like that. But after spending 3+ movies saying that this relationship is the most important thing in the world, splitting them up by seventy years was a rug pull. It made the story worse, it aggressively retconned multiple arcs, and it felt like someone at Disney got nervous about how popular the ship was in the mainstream. I don't know, probably we'll never know what exactly happened, but it sure felt like a middle finger. Steve should have been bisexual.

Why Max should have been queer:

He talks about women sexually, but there's nothing there in his interactions with them. His only serious relationships with women are his landlord, sister, and lesbian friend. There's some vague structural implications that Max is gay in the movie, and it's totally possible they wanted to do that but, as the cast mentioned, they had enough trouble convincing execs to let Prudence be a lesbian. Regardless, the gorgeous triumph that is Julie Taymor's Across the Universe can only be improved by making Max's story gayer. Follow me on this journey.

Max meets a stowaway, Jude, who sneaked into the country and has nothing, and immediately adopts him into his college clan. Shows him the sighs, takes him everywhere, introduces him to American pot. Then he ditches all his other dude friends to move to New York with this cute guy. He gets a bit bummed when Jude and his sister Lucy start dating, but he's a loving brother, so he lets it go. Now let's do a little edit of the bowling alley scene with officially Gay Max. He sings along with "I've Just Seen a Face" normally. His lines are "Yes he is falling," referring to Jude falling for Lucy. But at the end of the song, he gets to add "Falling, yes I am falling…" and trails off. Wistful, pining, gut wrenching, beautiful.

We then meet our beloved lesbian cast member Prudence, who in the movie falls for hot, older Sadie almost instantly, and platonically hits it off with Max pretty quick as well. But I propose that Max and Prudence duet "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" here. (I thought about "It's Only Love" and there may be time for that, but I think the former has more gay pain in it.) Please imagine Joe Anderson's (Max) American accent and his voice cracking on the line "Gather 'round all you clowns." GOOD, right?

Max gets drafted. He goes to the draft office and claims to be a homosexual in order to get out of the draft (this is in the movie, he says it out loud, along with anything else that might get him a 4F). The officer snarks, "As long as you don't have flat feet," and stamps his card. He now has worse things to worry about than the object of his affection dating his sister.

Prudence gets really bummed, though, especially after Max gets drafted, and she bemoans that she will never have Sadie. She hides in the closet and they all sing "Dear Prudence" to her. This scene can be easily upgraded by Max joining her in the closet for the last bit, and then bringing her out to the open air with him so they're BOTH coming out of the closet together. That's solidarity, that's love.

Prudence leaves in search of better things, and the rest of the gang joins a big acid-fueled fest/party/event that includes Bono as an amalgamation of Leary and Kesey as well as an analogue of the Merry Prankster's bus Furthur (which is called Beyond in the film). In real life, the bus Furthur was driven by Neal Cassady, AKA famous bisexual hookup king Dean Moriarty. While Jude and Lucy are having trippy cuddling seshes, I don't see why Max couldn't get a seduction of his own by whatever Neal Cassady analogue they came up with.

Ultimately the story of Across the Universe doesn't quite sit right with me, because I think the end fails the rest of the story. When Max is dragged to Vietnam to fight a war that is wildly immoral and is likely to kill him, Jude and Lucy comfort each other. Until they don't. They're not on the same page. They're both hurting, but Lucy is a fighter who needs to do something. She joins an anti-war protest group. Jude can't handle his own fear and hurt, so he comes up with a bullshit reason to pick a fight with Lucy over her work. He doesn't respect it, and he doesn't respect or trust her to handle her own shit and stay loyal. He gets a bit controlling, because he's afraid of losing both of the people he loves the most. She dumps him, and in the mess that follows, he gets deported back to Liverpool.

That's a good story, but what it also shows is that not every relationship works. That's okay! It's a good story to show a relationship that fundamentally is incompatible. The soundtrack does a lot of work there too. The Jude/Lucy songs are mostly all basic romantic songs, whereas the Max and Jude songs are showing the story, showing their place in the world, their relationship in other ways, etc. It's just more compelling. And Lucy deserves better than returning to a man that disrespected her agency and values that way, even though, yes, he was in a lot of pain and frightened for her.

Max sustains a head injury and returns home. Lucy visits him in the hospital. He's deeply traumatized and the carefree boy who never liked violence before wishes he had a gun. He's lonely. He's damaged. He misses his best friend. Everything's changed but that. He still loves Jude.

When Jude returns to America, it's Max that comes to greet him and jumps into his arms in what might be the cutest scene in the movie. (Of course it's while he's singing the screaming part of "Hey Jude," what else?) They go to see their friends (Sadie, Jo-Jo, and Prudence), who are doing an illegal rooftop concert, and to surprise Lucy. And that's how the movie ends, with Jude singing "All You Need is Love" while Lucy watches from the opposite rooftop.

Absolutely no discussion. Nothing. I don't know why he came back to her. I know why he came back to Max. I know why Max pounced on him instantly. I think this movie could be vastly improved by Jude coming back for his circle of friends, and maybe even for Max specifically, one way or another. The implication that Jude and Lucy will be lovers again just doesn't jibe with what I've just watched. She doesn't even get to speak an opinion here, just stand there while Jude makes a big gesture. They should be friends again, but not romantically involved.

I could fix this. Before Jude returns, let Max and Lucy TALK about him. Get them high or drunk. Or both! "Would you want him back?" "Maybe as a friend. I don't think we could make it work." "Well that's cool…I saw him first anyway." "What, haha, you want him?" (absolutely toasted off his ass) "Yeah, no, yeah, yeah…can I go for it?" "…What?" "Oh shit." "You're…serious?" "Oh fuck. Don't tell Mom and Dad."

Then when she sings "Blackbird" for him, it means even more.

That's just me throwing something down, we can improve that scene, obviously. Then when Jude and Max are on the phone, Max can be like, "Hey, we all miss you like crazy. BTW Lucy is uh, pretty moved on. I hope you'll come home anyway."

And he does because that's the important part of the movie! Not the romance. The friendships, the circle, finding your people, finding yourself.

Max AND Lucy meet Jude at the docks. We can keep the pouncing bit, Max still sings most of "Hey Jude," and the Jude and Lucy reunion is slightly awkward. It's clear that the love is there, but the romance is not. The trio goes to the rooftop concert and "All You Need is Love" is fully about the whole circle: Jude, Max, Lucy, Prudence, Sadie, Jo-Jo, and maybe even Rita if she's there. Maybe Max watches Jude all wistful. Maybe Jude even returns the gaze, if we're feeling brave.

And yeah then they make out sloppy style behind an amp or whatever. Obviously.

I love Across the Universe, but Max should've been gay. It would've elevated this beautiful movie so much.

[eternalmomentss]

What is the dumbest take you have heard about each BH member (and also a good take you have seen about them to balance out negativity orz)

Thank you so much for letting me yap again, I am honored. Generally, I like to avoid dwelling too much on negative aspects, so I am going to try and balance all this out nicely. Although it is undeniable that I have seen some opinions and comments about Bells Hells that I'd love to touch on. Not calling anyone stupid here, just some things I really disagree with.

This is absolutely not directed at anyone! It's just a general exploration of takes and ideas that I have witnessed over the course of the campaign.

One might notice that reoccuring themes are selfishness or overreactions. Because for some strange reason, BH are often viewed as selfish, arrogant or obnoxious. It's especially bad with certain characters, but I will get into that.

When it comes to Imogen, I think my biggest pet peeve is whenever she gets assigned the label of "main character" or whenever people claim she has "main character syndrome" (which is more rare but still happens). Did she play a key part in the story? Yes. But not more than other characters have before her. Is she one of the most beloved characters in the campaign? Yes. I believe people might get the idea of "main character" because a lot of fans started resonating with her trauma and experiences and the amount of art/discussion/other content around her really ramped up. Especially also in regards to Imodna, of course, which is kind of revolutionary as such a well-developed sapphic relationship. Her character is well adjusted and woven into the story fantastically! And I think plenty of folks are also excited to see a woman (a lesbian no less!) play a big part in a narrative.

But since Laura herself is rather uncomfortable with the idea of Imogen being the focus of C3, I really dislike the idea overall. In a DnD party, some character will shine more than others at times, that happens in any homegame and it has also happened in C1 and C2. And again, I don't even think it's necessarily true. Imogen is very very reserved and always insists that she does not want to be put on a pedestal or be seen as some saviour figure. Every member of Bells Hells got their arcs and their moments and all of them are connected to the main plot through their own threads.

I don't know if that counts as a "take", but with Laudna it really is just everything connected to Delilah and her trauma surrounding her manipulation. Laudna gets blamed a lot for her responses to shock, fear and overwhelming situations in general and having finished What Doesn't Break not too long ago, this is just ten times more painful to me. Blaming Laudna every time Delilah starts controlling, manipulating and gaslighting her is just such a no-go for me and I found it especially painful during the aftermath of swordgate and the shard incident. Yes, Laudna is definitely not without her own flaws, but the way some folks reacted to her struggles just really hurt. Laudna is not Delilah and she is not purposefully evil.

Also, adding to that, the claim that Laudna is a selfish ass for voicing her emotions toward Higbearer Vord in the last episode is also really bugging me. I have seen some folks say that yes she is totally wrong to feel these emotions and is a total asshole for feeling them. Firstly, she never voiced those emotions in front of Vord, she avoided hurting him with anything she might say because she knew it might be upsetting. She literally asked "am I wrong to feel irritated, guys?" because the situation and the emotions following are complex and confusing. They just risked their lives and fought a being more powerful than gods to avoid a future catastrophe, only to face more vitriol, of course she will feel a certain way, even if it might be earned in some ways. Emotions are not wrong or right, inherently. The way you act on them can be, and Laudna handled that situation incredibly well (and shoutout to the Hells for their levelled responses).

On a more positive note, I absolutely loved the amount of inner party conflict and extreme high-stress / explosive situations we got this campaign, so I was happy whenever the narrative allowed complex and complicated character moments like that. Laudna's ups and downs, her being freed of Deliliah, then giving in again and eventually the swordgate "peak" leading into her finally controlling her was so great to see. Laudna really embodies the unpredictability of emotional outbursts and responses very well (all of BH do, but Marisha really didn't hold back and I commend her for it)!

I do kind of hope we get a Delilah perma kill one shot one day!

Fearne is often called overly aloof and naive, sometimes even indifferent and I could not disagree more with that. She is often reduced to this dreamy, quirky fey character who walks through life with her eyes closed and just waits to see what happens. She is kind and generous, but she is by no means naive.

I just posted a general analysis of her character and behavior, describing how a lot of her "aloof" and unbothered attitude/mask can easily be explained by an intense fear of lack of control and agency. Fearne is an incredibly complex character, who is such a vital key piece to the story and themes of C3 and it does really hurt whenever she is merely regarded as the wacky, funny, flirty fey. Also, similar to Imogen, because of her Ruidusborn nature, some folks claim she was pushed to be a "main character" and well, you know what I think about that at this point.

In connnection to that, I saw some people claim that she "overreacted" during shard gate, when this was truly one of those moments where her mask fully slipped and her fear and guilt completely took over. She was scared for Ashton, felt guilty because she rejected the shard and felt like maybe this entire situation is her fault now, she hated being helpless. She watched her friend, who she loved, kill themselves and break her trust. And that hurts. I just adore shard gate so much for what it did for her.

When it comes to Dorian, there was a time period in which people accused him of overreacting as well, calling him stupid and silly for hating the gods and wishing for them to step down, hoping for a shift in the power dynamics. It was very much a "get over it, it was a single betrayer god that did it" mentality, and some even went as far as to claim he was at fault for Cyrus' death, which is so incomprehensible to me. The entire point of the Downfall was to show that the Primes won't let go of their siblings, who are abusive and manipulative. That they will sacrifice mortals without a second thought for them. And that exact situation happened with the Crown Keepers (The Matron and Melora were literally there, Fy'ra even called for help and they refused). Dorian had every right to be that upset.

But the worst take in connection to that in my opinion was honestly the belief that he would betray his friends and join Ludinus. DORIAN. Betray his friends, his best friends and the man he loves, his chosen family? He would never in a million years even think about that. That one offended me personally lol

In my Orym meta I talked about how much I disagree with the take that he is the voice of reason; the only normal and nonbiased character in the party. Obviously that is not true at all, as I stated before and honestly, in a way it's also really unfair to the character itself because whenever he does crack and gets triggered or his trauma makes him respond a certain way, he is catching strays. Or he is "overreacting" (that word is used a lot with BH huh), which is just not true. Again I explained that in detail in the post I linked.

Also on the same note, when people say he doesn't belong with the Hells, it just rubs me the wrong way. Or when people say they are surprised that he never actually neutralized any of them. That role was mainly pushed upon him from the outside.

I love when people shine light on his flaws and obvious biases and of course, Orym fans do acknowledge all that!

Ashton is called selfish a lot. They are dubbed a hypocrite and a bigot, I have seen the word fascist thrown at them, which is wild to say the least. I think that take came up after their vision in episode 110, which if I recall correctly, never had them agree with Ka'Mort. It was them asking for another voice in this conflicet. There was a lot of interpretation that I didn't agree with there. Can they be self-centered sometimes? Yes. Shortsighted at times? Sure, they have their moments. But that does not take away from their nature.

Ashton has such a good heart, they are so sefless, have been from the very start. They've always protected the Hells, they have always stood up for people, they understand the pain of outcasts, although they don't really understand themselves, they serve "the forgotten and the dirt beneath their feet" and they mean that. They sacrified their life without a damn minute of hesitation to give people a chance. They struggle with understanding themselves and their relationship with the titans, they want to belong to something. Come from something. And in the end they do. They always have belonged to the Hells.

Chet has been perceived as selfish as well, some claim he doesn't care about anyone and is merely just a comic relief character who kind of does whatever he wants (but then again to be fair, I have also seen plenty of people defend him! A lot of folks understand him very well and it makes me so happy.). Chet cares so much for people, be it the Hells or others he grows attached to. The scene where he snaps at Tofor and Keyleth remains one of my favourites for him. He is genuinely pissed off about the way BH are treated and his sense of justice is displayed so well there. Him making these little gifts for the Hells from scratch, always defending Imogen and Fearne in particular. I love him for that.

Chetney was scared to get attached to anyone for such a long time because his family left him behind and he thought everyone else would too. But his Hells didn't and he quickly realized they won't. Chet is neither selfish nor is he a joke character. He can be a grumpy grandpa, but he is a wonderful and meaningful character.

FCG is a hard one. I don't remember any particularly striking takes about them that I disagreed with. If you do remember one, let me know, but I am blanking right now. I mean, perhaps there have been some floating around, but if so I have not seen them. Maybe the only thing I could think of is kind of similar to Orym's perception, as in they were too "god-positive" for the group and don't really belong. Which of course, is nonsense in my opinion.

And Braius is kind of in the same boat. He's not been around for long enough to catch strays I think lol.

I am always open and excited for more thoughts! Thanks for the ask.

[raazberry]

vent sorry

[wandixx]

Halloween dress-up, let's go!!!

Assignment: "Dress up as ghosts".

Status: Yes. They're ghosts. Just really different types of ghosts

[grace4867]

hey again pt 1 i ran outta tags lol

[mordremrose]

I’m just gonna write a little thing! A little thought for Bloom, nothing too intense, just so I don’t forget it!

1000 words later? Whoops

Writing below the cut, major spoilers for the end of Heart of Thorns and implied End of Dragons spoilers but nothing explicit from EoD :]

Bloom

“Kill me, Commander.” Trahearne could hear his own voice tremble, as horror overtook his dear friend’s face. Around them all, their friends— Rytlock, Caithe, Canach, Marjory, Braham— were exhausted. Worn thin by the fight against the jungle dragon, both physical and within the Dream.

“What? No! Mordremoth is dead. We destroyed its mind from the inside.” The commander protested, their fingers curled around the hilt of Caladbolg.

“But I still hear its voice.” Trahearne looked down at his hands, twisted and blighted as they were. His body was not his— he was corrupted. It was only cruel fate that he had kept his mind this long. Or perhaps something more sinister.

“Mordremoth is alive. One last hateful vestige… a terrible seed, planted deep in my mind.”

Trahearne’s hands curled into fist, as he took a deep steadying breath.

“You must kill me, Commander, before that seed grows. Before… before Mordremoth reclaims what it has lost.”

He reached out now, hands on his friend’s shoulders. The tears streaming down their face broke his heart. He did not want this. He didn’t want to hurt them, to see them suffer so.

Trahearne wished there was another way.

“What is left of me can’t survive on its own, my friend.” He croaked, and felt the Commander tremble beneath his hands. Were they always so small?

“Strike now or—“

Against his will, a rage rose up. A sick bile that boiled in his stomach and burned through his chest as his mind lurched.

Through his mouth, Mordremoth spoke.

“I am the future! I am this world! You cannot destroy me!” The dragon roared, hands tightening around the commander.

“Run while you can!” It took everything he had left to force his fingers to uncurl, to release the commander even as the dragon wanted to tear them to shreds to be remade anew.

Caladbolg flashed in the corner of his eye.

“No!” The commander yelled. Strike true my friend! Trahearne wanted to yell. But he couldn’t, and his mind went dark.

There was no great explosion. There was no dying scream.

If you asked those present what happened, none of them gave any concrete answer.

Canach hesitated to answer, but would confirm that Mordremoth was no longer hounding his mind, or any of the sylvari.

All Rytlock would say was that the confrontation wasn’t pretty.

Caithe mourned Trahearne, in her quiet and melancholic manner, and asked not to push the matter further.

Braham would scowl, shake his head, and shove his way past, unwilling or perhaps unable to describe that final blow.

Marjory Delaqua, normally so elegant and clever with her words, who could see the twists of a plot before anyone else— when she was asked, she could only shake her head and reply ‘I don’t know’.

The Commander didn’t answer at all, because no one was able to find them to ask.

Eventually, researchers at the newly established lab of Rata Novus confirmed what the entire world held its breath to hear.

Mordremoth was dead. He had to be, to explain the slow steady trickle of magic escaping the jungle, supposedly as the dragon… decayed wasn’t the right word, but it conveyed the idea well enough. It was a slow death, they said, not quite the explosive reaction from Zhaitan, who had gorged itself on magic before its death, but a gradual decay. It changed things, about magic, about how the people of Tyria and the soon to be established Dragon’s Watch understood the flow of magic around and through the Elder Dragons. But it was dead.

It had to be.

He woke up. His body ached, as it always did, as he woke. A consequence of being too bigsmall. He stirred slowly, limbs stretching out and tail dragging behind. He had buried himself beneath massive vines this time, the weight of them both familiar and restricting. These conflicting sensations, the constant disagreement with himself… it was the only thing he could rely on. Even his name escaped his memory, although he could hear whispers of it on the edges of his mind.

Traherdremaneth.

It didn’t matter, really.

He moved slowly, not truly wanting to rise, but knowing he must.

He was something in between, and there was no stillness for him. No place of his own.

His one companion, if you could call it that, would be upon him soon. A dogged purserer, both a thorn in his side and a trusted ally, trailed behind him. For a time he thought they left him— and the feelings that had wrought left him stationary in a deep cave for nearly a week before they had reappeared.

He didn’t want them close, he knew that much, but they were one of the few things he had, a consistency. He couldn’t see them well, not with the distance between them, but he could always make out the broken blade at their hip. The one that made the scar across his chest ache.

He wondered what would happen if he let them get closer. Would they strike? Would they know him?

They were his enemyfriend. What would they make of him? Caution kept him at a distance from them.

The longer he was awake, the more memories he could half-remember.

The Orrian landscape stretches out before him and it reeks of his sibling, twisting beneath the dirt. The undead don’t notice him, not yet, and he can take a moment to look closer at the coral. It was neither alive nor dead. Not unlike himself and yet so different to him or anything he had ever encountered before.

He missed his siblings, their quiet talks among the then empty roots, among safe coils with their constant presence around him. They were too distant to feel or simply gone now and it unnerved him. This was wrong. Perhaps they could help him make it right.

There was one other thing, other than his sort-of companion and his unsteady roiling mind, that remained constant. And this was the true constant. A steady beacon, that he could not see or hear, but simply felt in a way that he could not describe. A magnetic sort of pull that had him orbiting closer and closer.

It drew him in, out of the depths and dark underbelly of the jungle and the cave systems, towards the strange golden stones, the elegant walls meant to keep out creatures that wished to destroy the beacon. He was not welcome there, not yet, even though he meant no harm. He just needed to be closer.

He didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew it.

[hag-lad]

God I love RRR 😭

[danidoesathing]

I agonized over which to pick because I just want to ask about all your fics in progress!! I narrowed it down to two and that's just going to have to be ok

the world is staged and the script is set (you cannot change the ending)

Jukeboxes and Maple Syrup

its very funny you pick those two because those like. two of the only three on that list that ISNT lord huron related lmao. those are both hatchetfield fics ive started in secret. regardless those are the main ones im working on right now SO

the world is staged and the script is set (you cannot change the ending) is a fic based on the ending of TGWDLM where like. you know how in the credits where Emma starts begging the audience for help? and like. you know how in TTO how the audience is also referred to by Bliklotep's title? soooo the fic is the ending but i throw him in the mix and ramp the already existing horror of "begging for help and being ignored a cheering crowd" by going "realizing said crowd has been treating your suffering and death as a source of amusement right before you die". only fun times in hatchetfield

"She stumbles to the edge of the stage. The stitches in her leg have come undone and there’s blood seeping through the bandage. That is real. Emma is real, and she needs to help right now."

Jukeboxes and Maple Syrup is a fic that takes place directly after the end of Yellow Jacket that focuses on Daniel and Sophia like. right after the ending. we dont really see them after the Otho fight and we still have no clue is Sophia is even ALIVE and also i miss them dearly. the fic mostly focuses on Daniel trying not to have a panic attack in Miss Retros because one friend is missing after almost dying and the other is in the hospital after also almost maybe dying and he doesn't really know what to do. Not a whole lot of plot it's mostly him trying to deal with that whole. mess. luckily he's got Miss Holloway and Duke to make things a bit easier (responsible adults? in MY hatchetfield? its honestly only these two but its better than nothing)

"He feels so stupid. Sophia is in the hospital and she might never wake up. Hannah is missing and could be kidnapped or dead or worse. And he’s just sitting here in a cozy diner with pancakes and orange juice, and Hannah’s Jacket but not Hannah and not Sophia."

[crossbackpoke-check]

nosy anon again making a return because i think what my brain did was read that i helped find some kind of writing and then did not fully process what the writing was?? but upon rereading i am very intrigued if you ever get the urge to share i will be all eyes/ears/senses required to enjoy things!!

I GET TO DO WIP WEDNESDAYYYYYY!!! the writing exists mostly in the form of a tag (fantastic! 'verse) and also a thirty-two page doc of snippets and planning, so the sense you will be using most is imagination:

don't think i have ever actually formally written out anything about fantastic! 'verse but! the tl;dr of it is that it's a semi-college au: joel is still a hockey player for the lv phantoms, but morgan is a college student-athlete. it's incredibly relevant to the plot that joel falls in love with morgan in the check-out line of a wegman's, lies a little bit, and ends up going back to get his degree.

most of it is just good fun about college kids growing up, but i think there's a lot of parallels between making your way through a development system where traditional "success" isn't always guaranteed (ahl -> nhl, completion of higher education -> pursuit of a career) because that development system isn't always designed for you to "succeed" or have opportunities. heavy quotation marks around success because part of that struggle is learning what you want in life and how you define success. are your dreams achievable? are they still the same dreams you always used to have? it's infinite branching universes of would you still love me if i was a worm (ahl player forever) (a college dropout) (a college graduate) (older) (realizing the fallibility of your body) (uncertain of the future) (human).

silly little snippet:

[scientia-rex]

For the most part, my approach to prescribing hormones is “sure,” but I will note that the one thing I lean HARD on patients about is smoking. If you’re transgender, and you’re on hormones, the number one thing we want to protect is your cardiovascular health. That’s frankly the number one thing I want to protect in all my patients, but anyone taking exogenous hormones is at higher baseline risk. And the best thing you can do for your heart is DON’T SMOKE. It’s a bitch to quit, and I didn’t even smoke much or long before I quit in my late teens, and I STILL didn’t enjoy quitting and had smoking dreams for years. It’s harder to quit than just about anything else up to and including crack and heroin, and that’s coming from a patient of mine who recently passed in her early 60s who’d done all of those things—for years and years—but eventually was able to quit everything except smoking. And that killed her. She developed severe COPD and eventually called to say her blood oxygen saturation was dipping into the 70s, which is incompatible with life. She was lucid enough to decline medical care, including refusing to call 911 or go to the ER. A week later, after both I and one of our outreach nurses had contacted her to ask her to please go to the ER, I got a notification that she’d been found dead. She had been so frustrated that she wasn’t a candidate for a lung transplant.

One of my oldest trans patients is in her late 50s. She’s had blood clots that went to the lungs. Repeatedly. Smoking raises that risk. Estrogen raises that risk. She’s a veteran with PTSD; of course she smoked.

These aren’t theoretical. These are humans I’ve cared for over years of their lives. I have been rooting for them—my beloved former addict, who spoke without shame about her years of homelessness and drug use in the city; my queer elders, who are slowly trading in their motorcycles for power scooters. I want everyone to live their fullest, best life.

Smoking doesn’t fit into that. Please don’t smoke. I don’t want you to die like that—not now and not later. I want you to have the future that you may not be able to see yet, but exists.

Since I moved home as an out queer, word got out, and there’s a whole apartment complex of lesbians in their 60s to their 80s who come see me—sitting next to their wives in the office, nagging about blood pressure meds, tattling about not having gotten the shingles shot they said they would. To be clear, when I was growing up in town, I knew no lesbians. Not one. I knew one gay kid in my class, which eventually turned into two. We were it. To see these women living decades with their wives and being able to squabble like any couple in my office over who was supposed to bring their home blood pressure cuff in for us to check it… it means the world to me.

[relicsongmel]

Dena. Sweetie.

Pot, kettle.