#but i can always see what the show was going for and while it may not have Worked For Me i can see the earnest attempt
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I just had a thought while ranting in the tags, which was my initial plan. So not only is it just not effective at actually protecting anyone, because private information getting in the wrong hands is ALWAYS a possibility when a person uploads personal information to anyone or anything, and not only is the job of restricting a kid's internet access can only realistically be done on the user end, as in the parents installing software that blocks unsafe sites, but tell me WHY people so "concerned" about today's youth being exposed to inappropriate content tend to advocate for exposing their private business to their parents without their consent, because the parent has the right to literally every aspect of their kids existence apparently, but they never actually place any of the accountability on the parents for doing anything to protect their kids from whatever is it they believe the kids shouldn't be seeing, whether their idea of what that is is reasonable or not. Literally advocating parents' ownership of the people they bothered to bring into the world without any of the responsibility of raising them. That burden is simply offloaded onto TOTAL STRANGERS and other people like teachers, who are not going to know anything about these kids and what their limits are in various aspects of life until that kid opens up to them for a while.
Not every parent is actually responsible enough to have a child, but total strangers on the internet can't be babysitters to every kid on the internet. That's just ridiculous. And privacy is still a major concern. Children are probably the most in need of privacy from WHOEVER may use sensitive information to harm them, but demanding adults show their face or ID to be allowed to use a site is still a violation of privacy.
There is literally no circumstance where I support age verification to access a website. As I've said before I'm very much the "there's nuance here" person on almost everything but on this issue there's no nuance for me, it's awful and horrible in and of itself and it also sets an awful and horrible precedent
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🌌Astro Observations - 10 📡
Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home! A single placement or aspect isn't enough to conclude and the whole chart has to be analyzed! Look at your Vedic chart!
1st lord in 1st house -> Takes decisions quickly. You may often talk to yourself out loud or make facial expressions while thinking about something, even when walking or doing chores. You may have what I call a chronic DIY syndrome. Even if someone else can do it, you will do it yourself. Often misunderstood as aggressive. Idle mode feels like death. Confidence is natural to you. You may hate waiting - waiting lines, doctors' waiting rooms, etc. You def love to see yourself in the mirror. For you, asking for help = weakness. You may appear fearless even when you're afraid on the inside.
2nd lord in 2nd house -> Slow eater. You may keep worn-out clothes because “they're still good.” It's sentimental. You might hum or sing under your breath when in a good mood. You don't share snacks or food with people unless they're really important to you. You may collect coins, pens, random tiny objects, etc and it matters to you. Deeply loyal to childhood friends and people, even if they're toxic. Your roots > logic. You may not throw away plastic containers or carry bags due to your pure storage instinct. You may go silent when you're angry. You might even correct someone's memory of a shared event with exact dates. You may whisper an affirmation, mantra, or favorite word during stress.
3rd lord in 3rd house -> Eavesdropper. Not to gossip, just curious. You screenshot chats. Just in case. For your records. You can’t sit still. Your hand is always moving like a pen, phone, hair, or table tap. You’ve had fake arguments in your head that lasted all day. Just in case. You love your phone but lowkey hate how much you’re on it. You may copy people’s slang unconsciously and start using it like it’s yours. You might stare at someone’s mouth while they talk, not romantically, just decoding their delivery. You reply to texts in your head and swear you already sent them. You can’t start writing until the font, or pen, feels right. You might talk about writing a book or starting a blog/podcast/vlog more than you actually write the book.
4th lord in 4th house -> You stay in the shower longer when you’re emotionally overloaded. In some cases, may sleep in a fetal position even as an adult. It just feels safer. You stare at the corners of your home when deep in thought, like the walls are listening. You may drink water or tea when overwhelmed. You sleep better when it rains. External comfort reflects your inner world. You may feel energetic in the evening than in the morning. You might have a favorite cup or plate at home to eat from. You may struggle to sleep in others' homes. You scroll through Airbnb/Zillow listings when sad. Not to book, just to imagine new feelings. You might sleep wrapped like a burrito.
5th lord in 5th house -> You want attention, but only on your terms. Random attention is rude. You react to compliments like you didn’t expect them, but you 100% did. You rewatch the same show or clip 10 times just to master its timing, humor, or lines. You secretly judge people’s taste in TV shows. You may take it personally when someone watches a show you recommended but “didn’t love it.” You don’t just watch reality shows or movies like you pick favorites, enemies, and emotionally invest. You may watch behind-the-scenes content for fun. You love niche games, indie creators, or anything where you can shine. You watch interviews of artists/public figures just to decode their energy and delivery.
6th lord in 6th house -> You are the kind to research an illness before visiting the doctor. You notice bad breath, loud chewing, and worn-out shoes. Immediately. You write detailed feedback. You notice if someone’s medical knowledge is outdated. You google health stuff more than you'd admit. You def know what to ignore now. You put your meds, keys, or water bottle in the same spot every single day. You make mental notes of how people treat staff. You don't trust people who have poor eating or lifestyle choices.
7th lord in 7th house -> You mentally rehearse breakups long before they happen. Just in case. You study your exes like case files. For growth, of course. You’re more polite with strangers than with lovers. You may tilt your head slightly when someone lies to you. You def have one voice for customer service, one for real people, and one for negotiation. You may re-wash dishes your roommate/partner “already cleaned.” You fix your hair in store windows, pretending to look at merchandise. You check your reflection in car windows/stores more often than in mirrors.
8th lord in 8th house -> You may save an important file under a random name so that others would think it's not important. You often say “I don’t know” when you actually know exactly what’s going on. You let people believe false assumptions about you if it protects your privacy. You hide your search history like it’s your bank PIN, even if it’s harmless. You secretly enjoy hearing about scandals, betrayals, dark stuff, not to gossip, but to understand human nature. You always check for exits when entering a new building casually, but every time. You delete old photos of yourself and others you don't wanna see again from your phone. You might rewatch emotionally intense scenes from movies but skip all the filler. You remember exactly where you were and what you were wearing when certain life shifts happened, because your body logs trauma like a diary.
9th lord in 9th house -> You try new food combos just to “see if it works.” You screenshot quotes, forget the source, then repeat them with "I read somewhere…" You feel like the whole universe sends signs through street names, angel numbers, and playlist shuffle. You def have a fantasy version of yourself in a different country/language/life at all times. You’ve bought a book for one paragraph. Literally just that paragraph. You skip or forget to have meals when deep in learning mode. You zoom in on maps for no reason other than “what if I lived there?” You rephrase quotes in your own words so they “feel more like you.” You research visa policies for countries you’re not even visiting. You might watch documentaries with subtitles on, just to make sure you didn’t miss the phrasing.
10th lord in 10th house -> You may feel like a fraud when someone compliments your skills, even though you do the work. You use "lol" in messages to soften work-related requests that you’re secretly pissed about. You’ve tried to make a side hustle out of a hyper-niche interest at least once. You feel like you're always 6 months late to a trend and 6 months early to a new one. You change your username across all accounts when you’re entering a new phase. You hide your “nice” stuff when people come over, not because you’re stingy, just...territorial.
11th lord in 11th house -> You always sit in a way that lets you see everyone in the room. You call out plot holes during group movies and can’t help yourself. You overhear strangers' conversations in public and silently fact-check them. You can def explain twist endings after movies like a teacher. You rarely join group karaoke unless you’re fully in control of the song choice. You notice small tension between friends and want to know the full backstory immediately. You eat while watching other people cook food you’ll never make. You add items to your cart (groceries, furniture, gadgets) just to feel like you're organizing life, even though you never plan to check out. You're the kind to turn the volume on your laptop/TV to an even number or a number that “feels balanced,” like 14 or 15, but not 13 or 17.
12th lord in 12th house -> You wear headphones with no sound playing just to block out the world. You rewatch emotional scenes from shows you don’t even like, just to feel that one moment again. You repeat the same 10-second part of a song for half an hour until you feel like it’s processed. You lose all track of dates and feel deeply insulted when someone reminds you it's Wednesday. You sometimes sit fully still in the middle of doing something, arms mid-air, thought frozen. You forget if you actually washed your hair in the shower or just stood there thinking. Sometimes, you may even forget your name or whether you brushed your teeth or not. You become emotionally attached to the sound of the fan or such and can’t sleep without it. Your best friends and your worst enemies live in your imagination.
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Something inky this way comes! The Ink Demonth emerges once again!
The Ink Demonth is a 31-day event dedicated to the game Bendy and the Ink Machine (and other games associated with the Bendy universe). It’s based on daily themes. As long as your creation involves elements from the game along with any interpretation of the respective day’s theme – it counts!
You don’t have to create something for each day, make as many creations as you’d like. However, if you manage to do all 31 of them, you can submit a form to receive a little gift (drawing request)! In the form, you will have to provide a link to each of your posted event submissions (it doesn’t have to be Tumblr, just a site that’s publically accessible!).
Here is the link to the form (it will be opened from September 1st to September 30th 2025):
Tag your creations with #The Ink Demonth and #Bendy and the Ink Machine. It’s important if you want to have your entry reblogged by me, which I’m going to do to everything I’ll see in this tag. (So don’t @ me, just tag it with the event’s tag and the game’s name. It’s possible that your post may not show up in the tags, if you notice that I’m not reblogging your entries for a longer while, feel free to DM them directly to me on Tumblr. My focus will be mainly on Tumblr, I may interact with posts on other sites but it is going to be with whatever I run into, as this event is Tumblr-focused. Feel free to post on other sites too, though!)
(And, though I think it goes without saying, if I notice a post containing something I consider harmful content, I will not reblog it and will warn the creator of such content that, depending on the case, they cannot continue to take part in the event with content like this or perhaps even not at all.)
Remember to tag only the finished entries, so the tag isn’t clogged with WIPs!
You can create whatever you’d like! Draw a picture! Write a fic! Do a video edit! Take a cosplay photo! Anything you can come up with that is a creative interpretation of that day’s theme!
(Don’t try to „cheat the system”, though – don’t submit a, let’s say, straight line for each day, I will notice this kind of spam and remember: spamming is a terrible sin. You can make an entry that covers a few themes but as long as you don’t create 31 things, the gift will not be granted to you.)
The event starts on the 1st of August and ends on the 31st. Although, don’t worry if you’re too busy in August, late entries are always welcome! (…for reblogging, as for drawing gifts I’m going to give all of you an extra month, so if you’re aiming for that, the end of September is your deadline.)
Why in August? I figured that since August is the month on Joey’s calendar in his apartment and August is the month during which BatIM takes place, it should be the one!
Please, make sure to tag appropriate trigger/content warnings!
Thank you for taking your time to read this. Reblogs are appreciated in order to get the word out.
Have fun everyone! 💛🖤
The themes this year have been thought out with the contribution of @raven-anime @insane-control-room @skxllbxnny @appreciatedvillain @archer-kacey @salpho @akiraidraws @baconsoupaddict @ghostly-wren @willyfeltching @caffeinechao414 @nayialovecat and from Twitter whom I can't tag here @MadHatterison1 @ArtsyDumpsterr @RecordingGold @MCake6058 @twinscover12
Thank you all for the theme suggestions! <3
You can view this year's themes in text under the cut~
Loop
Comedy
Tragedy
Homesick
Fallen
Stitches
Contract
Identity
Perfect
Mistake
Mischief
Fool
Promise
Tomorrow
Wolf
Theory
Not What It Seems
Feast
Flood
Ships
Sewers
Chaos
Death
Taxes
Steal
Split
Spin
Sanctuary
Swing
Past
Fate
#bendy and the ink machine#batim#bendy and the dark revival#batdr#the ink demonth#bendy fandom#bendy#bendy: lone wolf#lone wolf#halfpost#halfart
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can you tell who is my fav? ( extra hard challenge )
starscream eyes headcanons
actually seen as the least visually shocking pair of optic rims but that makes him more able to stand out among the trine , tiny details matter to him more then just a bold look
Optics are in fact just mods , they see just fine with the plane red that fills out the rims . The target icon in his left is meant to lock onto autoboots better and aim precisely with missiles or whatever weapons he has on him , the star in his right is act like slits in normal eyes for light and extra detection but the ridges on his eye frame are coloured as a vos tradition to match trine mates and palette
Tiny stars are a simple add on , personal subtle flare.
The blue shade in his eye that clashes with his plain red is just what i put there to show how his usual plans often opposes Megs ( the red) and how Starscream's coming defect to the autobots was always inevitable from the start..
Skywarp eye headcanons
Wants to actually be the most flashy among his trine mates but is second to being the most visually shocking of the three , so he had put alot of time into choosing his optic rims and customizing it .
Optics are in fact warped or glitchy in right due to haphazard use of his ability leaving a triple center of vision and he refuses to get it changed because it 'looks cool' and mostly because resources are limited and the last thing anyone wants is to lose another flyer while out shopping. Left optic is fine but the swirl acts as a pupil to take in more light in as well as project where he is going to teleport to.
Coloured ridges for traditions and stars for himself ( likes to copy star alot)
Puts on a sort of Cybertroian makeup to make his ridges darker and sharper , he has a shade of purple and hot red to represent his cunning , silly personality and loyalty to the cause and Megatron no matter how rambunctious he acts.
Thundercracker eye headcanons
thinks he is the least visually shocking compared to skywarp's try hardness when he IS actually the most stunning one , chose his optic rims to match his designation sometimes thinks he may have gotten too bold in his youth when he did..
Optic on his left was shot during his first air raid for the decepticons , said he was going to get it replaced but never worked around to it so he wears his visor to correct his vision and partially modded his right optic to more enhance his accuracy like skywarp but more purposely .
Again , Coloured ridges are tradition but got roped into the tiny stars by Warp.. now everyone thinks that's tradition too..
Has a red/orange sort of scheme to his planes to represent his often questioning part of the cause , like he wants to do this but doesn't want everyone to get so brutally scarred as he did but keeps fighting anyway because his trine is here too..
EXtra: sometimes the optics can get damaged and even though they are meant to enhance their vision on planes they sometimes can harm it too , plain mods have very little chance of damaging the planes like the correct prescription of glasses but upgraded ones can better or worsen it depending who adds them on to the mech but it typically it is recommended for bots who work mines , air or in this case war..
So thundercracker optics basically shattering in his planes did infact make him a little blind in that eye , skywarp is lucky that he got a free upgrade with the only consequences being helmaches or opticstrain , star's only consequence for his mods are the fact his target eyes drift awkwardly sometimes like a subtle version of lazy eye only it may cost a mech it's life..
#starscream#thundercracker#skywarp#seeker trine#transformers#elite trine#tf seekers#transformers seekers#tf headcanons#maccadam#transformers fanart#tf skywarp#tf starscream#tf thundercracker#pixel art but in high res lol.. dont come for me-
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I have extensive thoughts on this subject but very little time to delve into them, so I'll be brief:
First, I think the unspoken undercurrent of this thread is that pretty much everyone who spends time online has come to seen the Internet in general, and corporate and social media platforms in particular, as fundamentally deceptive. It's an exhausting notion of nothing ever being simply true, everything always having ulterior motives. And implicit in that idea is the craving for things that are "simply true"—simple in the since of simplicity, simplicity of the sort we might find in everyday "real" life, i.e. the real world. This whole strain of thought is a subconscious convulsion against the notion that we are stuck in a destructive behavior pattern of being abused.
And I am entirely confident that this is mostly true. The parts of the Internet that we are most likely to be shown by algorithms, by our own consumer habits, and by friends and acquaintances, are overwhelmingly some degree immersed into the aforementioned scourge.
Second, however, this is not actually a fundamental property of the Internet or modern media. There are people on here who are genuine. In fact there are a lot of them! They just don't get seen. The OP's claim that all published media are fundamentally performative isn't true. Many people publish as an outlet, as a labor of passion, as a coping mechanism, as a distraction, or for various other sincere reasons. Even media that originates from the desire to perform isn't intrinsically "performative," if we are using performative in the more common modern sense, which I infer is intended here, to mean "insincere," a la presenting one type of content for another reason, that reason being the unspoken or glossed-over purpose of making money, building a following, or advancing an agenda.
Genuineness is a real thing on the Internet, and we routinely see people who forgo commercial (etc.) development opportunities, or actively hinder themselves therein, because their motives lie elsewhere. Not because their are incapable or incompetent at acting upon these ulterior motives—although this too is very common—but because their motives truly do lie elsewhere.
This leads to a pernicious metagame where many content consumers seek out genuineness and authenticity among content creators, and many content creators are genuine and authentic, and sometimes even manage to build up modest (or, rarely, large) followings on that basis, but the inauthentic content creators are aware of this and therefore some of them go to varying and sometimes great lengths to appear genuine and authentic, thrusting the onus squarely upon the consumer to accurately discern the genuine articles from the facsimiles. We become counterfeit spotters, developing elaborate patchworks of detection criteria—red flags, green flags, "tells," and so on. We often come to recognize sincerity by the absence of "slickness" and highly-polished production values.
As a subset of this, we often come to admire and value imperfections in art and entertainment media. If someone doesn't edit a video to within an inch of its life, that's promising. If someone draws fanart of a character without hewing to the conventional norms in that character's depiction, that's promising. If someone shows you all the steps in the process and doesn't just hit you with endorphin bomb after endorphin bomb of splashy finishes, that's promising.
If you develop a strong understanding of human nature, and with experience testing your understanding in practice, you may be able to become a fairly descent judge of sincerity. And while this doesn't necessarily give you deep insight into the true underlying character and life circumstances of that content creator, you can at least get to a point where you are reasonably confident when someone is saying what they really mean, and when someone is either lying to you completely (regardless of whether their content itself is accurate or correct) or exploiting your tendencies by way of showing you things you like for undisclosed reasons.
To finish, I am someone who greatly values authenticity in creators and their arts and crafts. I seek it out actively, and have no use for the people who are just making the numbers go higher. And this is an important thing to understand about me when accounting for the types of content creators I like, and the types of art and entertainment I like. As an artist myself, it also happens to explain me personally. (Hi.)
The internet is amazing for sociological research in that it is the ultimate double-edged sword. All self-writings are performative to some degree, in fact things like historical ‘journals’ were often literary fads or writing projects that would envision public release. But still, in comparison the internet is an absolute explosion of written, documented text (& images and film!) about what people care about, spend their time on, etc, but all of it has been ruthlessly pruned by optimization metrics to be content to be consumed by others. Its all half real, half brand.
I will often, to study how people view a media property, watch all the different youtube videos or read the reddit posts on it, but (particularly with the youtube) you can’t actually take naively that the opinion being stated is the creator’s opinion; instead its the narrative they would be interesting to make as a video. They probably believe that narrative after making the video, that work changes you, but that chronology matters, and you can only view that process from the edges of those polished works.
#I need to revamp my tag system so that my tags are more useful and easier to remember. 😅#Philosophy#Jeez I am bad at this
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i’m so obsessed with annie moon 😭 can you write about her moreeee plssss 🥺 i have a thought about g!p mean girl annie keep teasing nerd reader 😋
pairing. mean girl!gp annie moon x sub!fem reader.
content warnings. blackmail, semi public sex.

i can easily see her as a mean girl 🫠 maybe it’s because annie is a rich girl or maybe it’s because of the attitude and behavior she usually shows, but annie totally gives me the vibe of the popular, rich girl from the movies who’s always looking for a target to make her new toy and object of ridicule... and bad luck for you because that ends up being you, the quiet and reserved student who only attends classes to study and see your friends! it’s not an option to try to escape from her clutches because annie knows how to handle herself and make sure that absolutely no one tries to help you, not even students or teachers 🥰 her family is high–powered and everyone knows it, so trying to go against her word is a gigantic mistake because she can ruin anyone’s life in just a snap! but unfortunately you didn’t know this until you ended up being her prey with no escape :(
although it is somewhat curious because she does not treat you the same as her usual victims; annie stopped being intimidating and practically a bully with her new target, not stalking you in the halls at school and threatening you to give her your lunch money or do her homework like some kind of personal slave, but she always seems to be flirting with you or at least having a suggestive glint in her eyes whenever she talks to you??? annie doesn’t even speak to you in a bad way because it seems more like a conversation between two people who want to fuck each other and will jump on each other at any moment… maybe it turns her on a little bit because despite being a “nerd” you always command respect and don’t let her words affect you! anyone else would let themselves be walked over and not respond to annie every time she’s a bitch, but seeing how you always defend yourself makes her want to fuck the attitude out of you 🥰 of course she doesn’t bother to hide how big her massive obsession with you is and it’s noticeable every time she has a word exchange with you, mixing what would be a poisonous comment with a clear flirtation.
“nice glasses, (y/n). i wonder if you also wear them on... other occasions.”
“don’t look at me like that, four–eyes. unless you want me to do something about it.”
“what’s in that little notebook of yours? math equations or daydreams about me bending you over your desk?”
it’s no surprise to anyone when you two end up fucking anywhere in the school when the opportunity arises! annie bending you over a random desk in the library during your “study date” after seeing how you get all moody when she struggles to answer questions about the upcoming exam, having no choice but to fuck the attitude out of you after noticing how grumpy you got over her being somewhat of an idiot or maybe under the stands during a game between the school team and the neighboring school, joking that it would be hilarious if someone looked down and noticed her fucking your brains out while the whole school was focused on the football game… i can see her taking pictures every time she’s fucking you because she wants a nice memory of her encounters with you, the real reason may be to use the photos as blackmail in case you didn't want to continue having fun with her... who knows, maybe she needs to have something with which to play with your emotions and be able to have you eating out of the palm of her hand, just in case!🥰
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Yandere Type Headcanon | Mammon

I had a little problem with him. I didn't get his yandere type never and I never knew. But he's clearly harmless to you, don't want to hurt you, want to make sure you're safe. And also is asking for consent. Kinda soft yandere with craziness based on love.
In my opinion Mammon is clearly a monopoly type. This type is one who's always thinking about their love. They're obsessed. They want to do anything for them. Jealous, sometimes controlling. Asking you where you were and with who. Because he wants you to be his and only around him.
Mammon is Tsundere-like. So it's also adding to his behavior. He wants to be around you and he's jealous or angry when he can't. But he doesn't want to show that at all. Even if that's obvious, because he's not that complicated.
At the first sight you can already see that he is in love. So his denying or ignoring that can be either funny or annoying. Why should he say that since everyone, even you can see it?
Yet, even with his trying to have distance, he's still around you. Asking where you are going, with who. He's clearly showing his disapproval when you're going somewhere with someone that's not him.
When you're around brothers, and when Asmo is coming to you and touching you, he's yelling. He's focusing on you so no one will be too close to you. While still having his indifferent, tsundere side a little. When someone is mocking him for being so overprotective and all over you, he'll say he's not.
When you're alone, he'll be clearly more blushful and smiling. But that's a different smile. Not one when he's seeing money. But a softer one. Because you're around, and there's no one else.
He's saying he's your first man. And he wants to really believe that. And he's always telling you that he is. So you'll approve that. And he'll for sure get that position. Your first and only. He would want you to say.
But the Monopoly type is likely to lack trust. He's trusting you in loving him. He's not trusting his brothers. If you're saying you love him, you mean that, right? He's believing you… because his heart is pounding so much when these words slip from your mouth. He's feeling warm and cozy. He wants to hug and kiss you. Nothing more.
He's not the type to lock you somewhere. But he's all over you. Thinking about you. Calling you. Sending you messages. Looking for you in the house whatever he wants. Only to get happy if you're alone. And grumpy when you're with someone else than him.
Like I said, he's trusting you, but he's not trusting any of his brothers. Sure, they may not hurt you at all. But then, just spending time with you makes him anxious and jealous. Because this is not HIM. You're with THEM. So what if you're openly accepting him when he'll come into the room. He wants to spend time only with you.
Is he a coward? Well, someone can say he is. Screaming when Lucifer is angry. Screaming when he will be scared a little. He'll even stand behind you. But he's concerned about your well-being. So he knows that he, as a Demon, needs to take care of things. Humans are not indestructible. Humans are more fragile than demons. He himself never wanted to hurt you, and he knows that he's stronger. He may bite you. Or squeeze hard when he's hugging you. But if he's doing it too much and too hard, he's quickly backing off. So you won't be saying he's bad.
He hates when you're ignoring him. If that's severe, he'll go angry and crazy. You can even not ignore him on purpose. You could just leave your DDD somewhere and go. But he's always waiting for your response. If you're not, he's getting crazy more and more… first that's just “ya ignoring me?”
but then if there's no response at all, he'll be sending more and more messages. Or call you a few times.
What if something happened to you?!
Or maybe you just got enough of him?! No! You can't get enough… he loves you! Are you with his brothers?! But he's your first!
Don't leave him like that… he just loves you. Don't ignore him. Because he'll be sad or angry. Don't spend time with someone else, because he'll be jealous… he won't tell you these. Because that's embarrassing to tell you about his feelings and problems he gets when you're not around. He doesn't want you to mock him because of that. But he feels all of this.
He said he'll be protecting you. He'll never hurt you. And that's real. You can go whatever you want. But tell him, okay? Or take him with you!
Only you two are around! He protects you and gives you comfort! To give you company! He's the best with that! So just take him with you…
If not, he'll be anxious…
He'll be sad…
He'll not be behaving like himself…
And he'll get back to normal when you're back home - with him.
He'll be angry at you. Because you left him. Because he was thinking about you all day and night. And you were not around.
You're not leaving his side for at least one day! without saying anything he would just lie down with squeezing you to him. Or he'll be dragging you everywhere.
He's not hard on you. So he's not forcefully pulling you away. He's telling you that he wants that. And he's asking if you'll go with him.
He would be Yandere who's asking for your consent to even take you somewhere. Just because he wants you around him and he wants to be with you. You two alone. Without anyone who'll interrupt.
He may be an idiot. He may be saying weird things or mean ones. But all he ever wanted to do was be near you. Alone. So he won't be jealous over anything. And he will feel loved by you.
A/n: Levi next! Give half an hour! (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
I hope that's at least a little accurate!
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An Ode to Seonghwa
I just watched the logbook following Seonghwa as he walked the runway for Songzio, for whom he was just announced as the first global ambassador.
After the runway, Seonghwa addressed the viewer and spoke candidly about his experience and feelings.
I appreciate that Seongwha lets us see the messy bits. He's such a perfectionist and always hardest on himself.
I think I did well… But I also feel like I still have a lot of improving to do. If only I had a little more time… the amount of prep time. It would have been nice… if I had as much time as the previous time. That’s what I’m a bit sad about. Also, the hair & makeup style was very… a style I’ve never done before. It may have looked awkward, but I think it was a really fun experience. I just want to tell myself that I did a good job. I feel like I’ve achieved something. Though it may be slow, at my own pace. That’s how I’ll move forward. As long as I don’t stop, I’ll reach the top. Good job.
Achieving his dreams, one by one, put him in a pensive mood. I relate to that: the striving towards something is sometimes easier than accepting that you've made it.
After his first appearance at Paris Fashion Week, this was his immediate reaction:
Seonghwa later shared his perspective on luck:
I know I got lucky, but I think luck finds its way to those who are prepared. Even when luck is in your way, it you're not prepared, you can't use that luck.
It's why he keeps exercising, and practicing walking in heels, and perfecting his posture.
His IG caption after his first runway show:
It's not that a late bloomer is not beautiful. Even if it's as slow as it is now, I'll walk at my speed without stopping. It was a thankful and happy path to my dream because I was with ATINY.
Seongwha's words echo what we've heard from other members about the slow but miraculous ascent of ATEEZ. They all see themselves as late bloomers. There's a part of them that still can't believe they play in stadiums, walk runways, model for campaigns, collaborate with their idols, and break global records.
Seonghwa often speaks for the group when expressing his sincere disbelief in having achieved so many dreams, long thought out of reach. His speech for their MMA Global Artist Male award last winter:
To be honest, for us ATEEZ, just being able to stand on stage tomorrow felt like a truly big dream come true. But after meeting our ATINYs, it feels like our dreams keep growing bigger. We won’t forget this gratitude and will strive to repay it through our efforts by delivering great music and performances on stage.
I don't want to step into parasocial territory, but you can absolutely understand how much ATEEZ relies on ATINY for support. ATINY believed in them when no one else did. ATINY sold out their first overseas tour, ATINY made it so their US albums sales would count towards the Billboard charts, ATINY campaigned for them to be the first kpop group to headline Mawazine Festival in Morocco.
ATINY made sure Seongwha never once felt alone during his fashion week appearances:
There's an interesting reciprocal relationship that forms between a musician and their fans that is not restricted to kpop. Yet, I do believe ATEEZ is an extraordinary example, due in part to the pervasive fandom mantra "ATEEZ only has ATINY"
I've written before about how this is not the healthiest strategy for a growing business like KQ, although the Golden Hour Part 3 cycle has shown just how hard ATINY will work to see ATEEZ succeed in the face of many many hurdles that were mostly KQ's responsibility.
And yet the members also sincerely believe in ATINY's power to manifest their dreams and goals. Hongjoong tells us his primary goal is to be an artist we can be proud of, while also sharing his pride in us for consistently showing up.
Going back to Seongwha, who is constantly striving to achieve perfection as an artist...
The hunger and ambition is part of his DNA. I don’t think he’ll ever change in that regard. When I wrote about Seonghwa's idol persona I noted that Seonghwa likes to lose himself in the performance, whether on stage or on the runway. I called it a desire for transformative annihilation.
Seonghwa places enormous pressure on himself to achieve a high standard, partially for his own satisfaction but I also suspect it's because he wants to show us (ATINY) that he was worth our investment.
He's said:
I'm interested in acting and fashion. But I never want to lose my identity. I'm a singer, and I want to continue working as one. I always say this when asked - I put the team first. If I can't fulfill my role in the team, I don't think I can achieve anything alone. I exist because ATEEZ exists.
It's a great feeling to see someone you admire succeed at their goals and to have had a hand in that process, but I also feel heartbroken for Seonghwa who seems to genuinely struggle with believing in his own worthiness.
I was reminded of a letter Seonghwa received from his mother, who attended their concert at KSPO Dome:
‘My beloved Seonghwa~♡ I celebrate your radiant, precious, relaxed, and strong self now. Your idol activities, relationships, selfhood, and happiness. Even when your head is full and heavy, saying "It's okay" while humming, and even in your irritated tone, I thought you were truly well-prepared. I hope that you will love yourself as much as others love you, and that you'll shine even more because of how much effort you put in. Mom thinks that eternity and forever are things that will just fade and pass by. But even in the moments where you might’ve stumbled, felt upset, or things seemed unfair, I hope you realize how beautiful each and every day of your shining small efforts is. So, I’m sorry, and thankful. As much as Mom didn’t fully know, you quietly worked hard and filled yourself from within. I wished that, just like how you share comfort and sunlight with so many people, now you can think of and look at yourself with hope, rather than only others. My beloved Seonghwa Please be strong and serious within yourself. Keep receiving good things in life endlessly, and don’t feel the need to hide it away. I love you dearly, with all my heart.
And another letter from his childhood friend:
Park Seonghwa, hello hello You’ve become the ambassador you always talked about, and with your birthday and the concert coming up soon, I wanted to give you a special gift so I prepared this!! Since high school, I’ve always seen you working hard, taking care of the people around you and chasing your dreams, and to me you were someone to look up to. So even after you went to Seoul and I couldn’t see you anymore, I wanted to live like you so I tried so hard? So my talents began to bloom, people around me started to increase one by one, and naturally I developed a dream of my own. You once said that without ATEEZ you feel like you’re nothing special and it makes you anxious. But I, who worked hard wanting to live like you, never think like that. I am sure that for you, who lifts up the people around you, grows with them, and achieves what you want through hard work, only a bright future awaits. I’m. absolutely. certain.”
translation credit @nobodylikehwa
I don't think I could say it any better myself!
Seonghwa, we're all so proud of you and look forward to supporting your many future endeavors, but I also hope you can one day get to a place where you feel like you aren't nothing without ATEEZ and ATINY.
You are a star!
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀〝 THESE ARE THE DAYS! 〞

⠀ #̲ the fool . ◞ the first day in my band dr
10:36 AM FEBRUARY 17, 2021

⠀⠀⠀i am not a morning person , but today is a special occasion . our very first album is finally being released to the world , how cool is that ? actually , it's probably already out while i'm writing this ... anyway , that's not the only thing , we are kicking off our world tour . we've toured before , sure , but nothing like this . our own tour with our own support acts , it doesn't even feel real .
12:58 PM FEBRUARY 17, 2021

⠀⠀⠀being blonde is a lifestyle . i've been bleaching my hair since 2017 , and i don't plan on stopping any time soon . today i'm finally rebleaching my roots , they've grown in ... so much . i can't be looking like that in front of the fans , i have self respect , you know ? i usually do my hair myself , but since this is a special day , i got it done professionally !
5:13 PM FEBRUARY 17, 2021

⠀⠀⠀i like to eat a couple hours before i perform , if i don't i will probably die . today , my meal of choice was kfc , which is pretty much my choice every day . toasted twister with kentucky mayo , large fanta , and a large popcorn chicken . usually i eat while sat on my bedroom floor , accompanied by my cat sparky , and my snake bowie ... while he's safely in his tank .
7:03 PM FEBRUARY 17, 2021

⠀⠀⠀soundcheeeeck ! thanks to me, we were a little late ... i'm always late . everything went smoothly , thank god . it's been a few months since we last performed live , so it's nice to finally be back . am i nervous ? yes . am i excited ? absolutely . we finally got to meet the royston club , they're opening for us tonight ! oh my god . we have openers .
10:29 PM FEBRUARY 17, 2021

⠀⠀⠀that may have been the greatest night of my life . everyone loooved the songs , at least that's what it looked like with stage lights beaming into my eyes . the royston club sounded fantastic , i can see them going places in the future. eli and mikey managed to make it even though they said they wouldn't be able to , yes i did cry after the show ended . i don't know if i can wait until the next gig . get me back on stage !
2:22 AM FEBRUARY 18, 2021

⠀⠀⠀yes , it's the next day ... i don't care . most other bands would go out , party , i don't know , after their album releases and tour kicks off ... i went home and got in bed . i got to talk to my mum for a bit before she went to bed , a few tears were shed ... i'm an emotional girl ! that didn't last for long though . aimee and ella , my best non-band friends broke into my flat came over ! now i get to get drunk in the comfort of my own home . awesome .
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PAIRING.⠀Vergil x Reader
CONTENT.⠀female reader | post-DMC5, pining Vergil, fluff, developing relationships, talking about movies, Asian reader, falling in love, very disgustingly self-indulgent and self-insert | ~6,2k words
A/N.⠀I don't have an explanation . I wrote this in a hyperfixated daze and was so locked in I actually stayed up three hours past my bedtime. crazy times indeed
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Months later, Redgrave City is still facing the remnants of what happened. Though the city is slowly but surely being rebuilt, there are leftover demons who couldn’t make it back home. After returning from Hell, Vergil reluctantly agreed to join the Devil May Cry crew and better himself. Now a man without a major plan, he’s found himself taking mercenary jobs and cleaning up the mess he made.
Come on, brother, it’s the least you can do! Dante had said, clasping a hand on his shoulder a little too firmly to be playful. So here he is, doing the least, but because it’s out of his volition, not because his irritating little brother told him to.
He’s met people and made amends since then. It’s not an easy path—not that he expected it to be—and it troubles him more than he’d like to admit. His relationship with Nero is still complicated, though they’ve taken to sparring against each other as some sort of a bonding exercise. Nero’s friend, the gunsmith, always says it’s not a proper way to bond, but it’s working well for them so far, so he doesn’t have any complaints.
What he does have a complaint about, however, is you.
You met just a few months ago. You were fighting demons on your own, covered in blood and entrails while protecting a child you saved a moment prior. Vergil happened to be hunting in the same area. To finish things up, he slayed the demon with ease, only seeing your fatigued form once the demon’s body disintegrated.
“That was my kill,” you whined playfully, pouting up at him. “Show-off.”
Not waiting for his reply, you returned to the young girl and offered her a hand. “Let’s go look for your dad now, okay?”
Before you left, you gave him a smile and mouthed ‘thank you.’ Though he considered it a normal interaction, he had an inkling that it wouldn’t be the only time you’d meet.
He was right.
The second time you met, it was during a demon invasion. You popped up seemingly out of nowhere and stole his kills. Recognizing him, you only offered him a mischievous grin.
“Now we’re even!” you stated triumphantly, wiping off your scimitar with a piece of tissue. “I’ll never forget what you did.”
“You were exhausted. There was no way you could’ve gotten that on your own.”
You gasped in mock offense. “How rude. And here I thought you were hot.”
Dante, amused, looked at him expectantly. Vergil sighed, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“We’ve met,” he said plainly. “Unfortunately.”
Oblivious to his dismay, you introduced yourself to the team. You’re one of Nicoletta’s friends and a ‘dabbler.’ The demon hunting is just for fun. You didn’t say anything about your background, nor were you suspicious of seeing three men in full combat gear. Before you pranced away to Nicoletta with a bag full of what seemed to be demon parts, you smiled at Vergil again and told him the child had safely reunited with her father. Your friendliness was… something. He wasn’t used to it.
It almost irritated him, but somehow, he also didn’t mind it at all.
You started visiting the office more regularly after that. It felt like you were doing it mostly to annoy him, but also to bring gifts to the team. You always had bags of food in your hands and helped clean the place up without being asked to. The office never felt livelier. What surprised him was how you treated him as a friend. You brought him food and drinks he had never tried before, and sometimes talked to him about your favorite movies. He never had much input, but he always listened. There was something about your animated way of speaking that held him firmly.
You’ve never gone on a mission together. Not until now, at least. He was insistent that he could do this alone, but you wanted to tag along. And in the past half hour that he’s been here with you, there are two things that he noticed.
The first thing is that you’re brash and impulsive. You don’t move with the grace of a master swordsman—you move with the aggression of a brawler. You let out excited hollers and cheers when you cut down an enemy, which vexingly reminds him of his brother. You’re not sloppy, per se, but it’s very evident that you weren’t lying about doing this for fun. There isn’t a single bit of fear in you. It’s almost as if you’re toying with your prey.
The second thing he notices is that you have tunnel vision. You’re so engrossed in fighting off a bigger demon that you don’t notice another one creeping up behind you with its claws raised. Before it can strike, Vergil cuts it down with ease. The demon in front of you also disappears into ash.
“Focus,” he says simply. “You could’ve died.”
“I have you to protect me,” you say casually with a bright grin. A sign of pure trust that nearly makes him lose his mind.
He doesn’t know what’s worse. Your dishevelled state—torn clothes, blood splattered and smeared across your skin, the crazed look in your eyes—or the fact that you so wholeheartedly believe that he’ll protect you. He doesn’t have time to mull over it before he’s leaping to slice another approaching demon in half, glaring at you pointedly. You only look at him with a pleased expression, blinking innocently.
“See?” you giggle out. “I have you, Vergil.”
“You’re still reckless,” he mutters. More demons are coming closer. “Get back to work.”
Together, you make quick work of obliterating them all. The walk back to the office is spent mostly in silence, but with you chiming in whenever a thought pops into your head. Once you’ve arrived back, you separate to clean yourselves up. Minutes later, in fresher clothes and a clearer mind, Vergil watches you rub some sort of balm into your bruised skin leisurely. Noticing his stare, you smile up at him.
“You okay?” you ask, offering him the tin. “Do you want some? It’s traditional medicine. You can use it for bug bites and everything.”
Before he can reply, you continue. “I also have an oil version if that’s what you prefer. It’s really… well, oily. And you have to be really careful about not touching your face, because it’ll sting super bad. I do it all the time.”
“I don’t need them,” he declines.
“Okay! That’s fine.” You put your items back in your bag and swing your feet from where you’re sitting on the windowsill, upbeat and cheery. “So, did you need something?”
He pauses for a moment. “Your blade. Where did you learn how to fight?”
“Oh, my mom taught me!” You brandish your sword proudly, the sleek metal glinting under the light. “She retired, but she was a demon hunter, too. She’s running a dog hotel now. I help her with it full-time! So if you need me for a mission, then… just call us. She wants me to go out more anyway.”
“The way you fight is… chaotic,” he says carefully. “You could’ve gotten hurt.”
“Aw, is big bad Vergil of the Devil May Cry worried about me?” you coo playfully, lips forming into a pout. “Everything’s fine! Elegant and graceful like you isn’t my style. I like having fun. I think your sword’s cool, though. Well, I mean, I think all swords are cool, but…” You clear your throat awkwardly. “Sorry. You were saying?”
“I can train you,” he offers without thinking. That’s the first time he’s caved in so easily. “Refine your skills, so what happened today doesn’t happen again.”
“Am I that bad? Is that why you want to intervene?”
He blinks, surprised at how hurt you sounded. “I didn’t say that.”
“I’m kidding, Vergil,” you laugh softly. “Sure, why not? Sounds fun. I’m free this weekend anyway—we’re closing up for a few days. You’ll have me all to yourself.”
You wink at him, and suddenly he’s at a total loss.
Ignoring you, he changes the subject. “Do you need me to walk you home?”
“Ooh, a gentleman!” You tap your fingers together giddily, cheeks full from smiling. “It’s fine. It’s not dark out, so I can go by myself. Thanks for offering, though. I didn’t expect that out of you.”
You give him a reassuring pat on the back, though the force nearly knocks the breath out of his lungs.
“Guess I’ll see you this weekend!”
—
Training together becomes a regular occurrence.
You’re a quick learner, he notices, but you’re easily distracted. The sound of blades striking against each other fills the room. Short puffs of breath leave you as you keep up with his pace, flashing here and there so enthusiastically that it takes him aback for a moment. You look like you’re enjoying yourself, cheering and laughing with every move. It doesn’t look like you’re taking it seriously at all.
He manages to get you on the ground, pointing the tip of his sword at your neck. You don’t look defeated at all. Instead, you smirk at him. It’s a sight that, for a second, makes him nervous. Your cheeks are flushed. Your hair sticks to sweat-slick skin, and your eyes glimmer with mischief.
He frowns at you. “You’re losing on purpose.”
“Maybe I just like this view,” you shoot back, tone light and playful. It must be your default state. “Can we take a break? Not all of us have demon stamina like you do.”
He stares at you wordlessly. You stare back, expression contorting into a pleading one, like a sad puppy. Sighing, he relents. “Fine. You have five minutes.”
Five minutes turn into ten, and ten turns into fifteen. You never come back. He leaves the training room and finds you in the kitchen, eating fresh mangoes. The spoon is still in your mouth when you see him, eyes wide and panicked as if you got caught stealing.
“I paid for these myself!” you blurt out. “They’re mine. I can eat them.”
“I gave you a break so you could catch your breath.”
“I am catching my breath. The fact that I happened to have a craving for mangoes is not my fault.” You hand him the other half. It’s been sliced and inverted, the cubes ready to be eaten. “You want some? They’re namdokmai. Very hard to come by here. Well, not really, but they’re expensive. Exotic fruit and all that. Import taxes or something. I don’t know, I didn’t do well in economics.”
He squints at you. “Are you not planning on coming back?”
“I am!” You swallow the bite. He tries not to focus on the way your throat bobs. “I just wanted a snack break. I need more energy to keep up with you.”
“I highly doubt your words. You appear to be very comfortable.”
“Then join me. We’ve been sparring all day! I’m tired,” you whine, kicking your feet petulantly. “I want to do something else. Oh, I know! Let’s watch a movie. I brought DVDs because Dante’s collection is just… sad. I’m here to add color to this drab office. Just watch, I’ll buy us a console next!”
By some sheer miracle and an unexpected turn, he agrees. You beam at him and clap your hands together, skipping to the living room where you rifle through a stack of DVDs. You end up picking what seems to be a science fiction film that you’re excited about, judging from the eager smile you give him. It’s… surprisingly well-made. The rhythm and the ambience feel just right, the visuals are interesting, and it actually catches his attention.
He narrows his eyes at the creature that looks like a hybrid between a flea and an isopod. “What… is that?”
“A facehugger!” you chirp. “They plant their babies in a living host. That’s why it bursts out of Kane’s chest—aaaand I just spoiled the movie for you… I’m sorry.”
“Spoilers don’t bother me.”
“But I wanted to see you get scared…”
He huffs haughtily. “That day will never come.”
Even though you warned him about it, the scene in question almost makes him wince. It seems to scare you as well, watching how you’re nervously biting down on your thumb. He has half a mind to question why you’re watching something that scares you on purpose, but you’re unpredictable and a storm. You’ve always been quite the puzzle to him, anyway. He learns something new about you every time you come around.
Eventually, he finds his focus drifting from the movie to you instead.
You’re expressive and colorful, features brightening and frowning with every scene that touches you. Your knees are pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them comfortably. His eyes travel your face. The curve of your nose, your eyelashes, your lips—swollen from how much you’d been biting down on it. When you glance at him, he swiftly returns his attention to the movie, but he can see your smug little smile from the corner of his eye.
You never make it back to the training room.
Vergil winds up spending hours and hours with you on the couch, accompanying you on your ‘marathon.’ Normally, he’d walk away—he’s not that interested in what you’re watching, not particularly—but he finds himself staying. There’s something about the way you talk about your interests that keeps him rooted to his spot. Pleasing. Magnetic.
By the last movie—Mamma Mia, you said it was called—the sun is beginning to set. You get up and yawn, stretching your arms above your head, completely oblivious to his inner musings. He believes you must have bewitched him in some way for him to stay with you. You always find a way to make him break out of the strict confines he puts on himself. He can’t tell if it just comes to you naturally or if you’re doing it on purpose, but one thing is for certain—
He thinks he’s falling.
—
“Hello, Devil May Cry!” comes your cheery voice from the doorway.
You walk in with hands full of glasses of bubble tea—a beverage he just can’t quite understand—for everyone present. You make your rounds and stop for chats, enthusiastically engaged and attentive to each and every one of your friends.
You reach him and hand him his cup, smiling at him. “For you. No boba or added sugar. Just regular Thai tea.”
“I’ve never had Thai tea,” he says. It’s not necessarily to dissuade you, it just… comes out of him on its own. Making conversation.
“See, now you have to try it or I’ll be sad,” you say jokingly. “You can have mine if you don’t like it. Actually, you probably won’t like that either…”
He grimaces. “How sweet is it?”
“I told them to make it extra sweet,” you reply, suddenly sheepish. “It’s a lot of sugar and sweetened condensed milk.”
“You amaze me,” he comments dryly.
You throw your head back and laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. A part of him feels negatively about the way you’re hiding yourself, but he brushes it off as just him being unused to you.
“Okay, I need to get this to Nico or she’ll kill me,” you sigh. “I’ll talk to you later!”
You practically skip away to the couch where Nicoletta is waiting, already talking about something he couldn’t quite catch. Dropping down on the seat next to her, you immediately immerse yourself in the conversation.
And what a sight it is—you’re practically radiating joy, brightening up the room with your presence. You banter with Nero, bicker back and forth with Dante, thoughtfully chat with Lady and Trish. If there was something he’d want to encapsulate, it would be this version of you. Dimples deep in your cheeks, eyes curved like little crescents, and a smile that is just captivating.
Your eyes meet across the room. Your smile widens and you wave at him before returning to what you were previously doing as if the pause didn’t happen at all. It’s the split second of a stare—a shared look of understanding, of fondness—that makes him freeze in his tracks. It’s far from the first time you’ve looked at him like that, but it makes him forget how to think every time it happens.
He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts and goes back to sharpening his sword, the image of your smile lingering in the back of his mind. The world around him fades into background noise as he works. Only the sound of you calling his name breaks him out of his momentary lock, a mixture of exasperation and excitement surging through him. You’re standing in front of him now, bouncing on the heels of your feet.
“Can you sharpen my sword too?”
“Your weapon is your responsibility,” Vergil says without missing a beat.
You clasp your hands together and give him a pleading look, doe-like eyes glimmering with playfulness. “Please? I’ll stop sneaking out for snack breaks. For a week. I can’t do longer than that.”
He gives you a disapproving look, but you don’t give up. Normally, he’d say no, but your weaponized charm is more effective than he’d like to admit. He lets out a sigh and sets the Yamato aside, freeing the space on his lap.
“Fine. Hand it over.”
“Yay!” you squeal, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him briefly. He stiffens under your touch, which you’re presumably oblivious to as you let go. “I’ll come back for it later! I’m going for a snack run.”
At his silence, you sputter. “I’m abstaining from snacks for a week. I need to have all I can get or I’ll go through withdrawals.”
You bat your eyelashes at him and skip away, already out the door before he can say anything else.
The memory of your arms around him replays in his mind. Your softness, your warmth. The comfort with which you went for him. He wants to chide you for being so casual with you, but he can’t quite bring himself to do it. Not when he’s realized recently that he likes it.
He lets out another sigh and begins to work on your blade. You’ve occupied his thoughts for too long.
—
Summer has come.
The sun is out. The concrete is scalding. The fans are being used so much that their dull thrumming has become a familiar sound. Vergil has had to trade his usual vest and coat for something lighter, a simple short-sleeved shirt he bought in a pack. Even his boots had to be replaced by a plain pair of loafers instead.
He’s engrossed in his book when you walk into the office with a bright smile. A chorus of ‘hey’ and ‘hello’ rings throughout the room. The background chatter resumes, then he feels the couch sink under your weight, causing him to stop for a moment.
“How come you didn’t say hi to me?”
As soon as he sees you, his mouth dries up.
You’re wearing a strappy top and a pair of shorts. Not the most scandalous choice of clothing—people’s fashion has changed with the times. It suits you, but it still reveals a lot of your skin, which he is not used to at all. He pointedly keeps his gaze on your face, fighting back the urge to sneak glances at your exposed décolletage and legs.
“I was… distracted.”
You scoff. “You? Distracted. Can’t be.”
He says your name with mild exasperation. “You’re hardly dressed.”
“These are clothes!” You look down, torn between confusion and offense.
“Barely.”
“You’re just like Paulie. He gets insufferable when he sees women dressed like me.”
Paulie. That’s a name he doesn’t recognize. There’s a bitter taste on his tongue, lingering with its unwelcome effects.
Seemingly having noticed his confusion, you clarify, “He’s a, um, fictional character. I’m not going to introduce you to another person without telling you first.”
He’s relieved. “I see.”
“Anyway, it’s weird seeing you in a sleeveless shirt,” you point out. “Isn’t it hot in Hell? Aren’t you used to it?”
“You’re from a country near the equator. Heat is also normal for you.” He eyes you up and down. “And yet here you are.”
“I’ve been in the sun all day! I bet you can’t even do that,” you huff haughtily, placing your hands on your hips and puffing up your chest. “You probably get blinded and dissolve into ash as soon as you open the curtains in the morning.”
“I do not. I am not a vampire.”
“Are you sure? You look like one.”
“I am not.”
“Okay, come stand with me in the sun then. Whoever passes out first loses.”
“Do you always have these childish ideas in your head?” he deadpans.
“So you’re chicken.”
His eye twitches. “I can handle the sun.”
It’s a string of unexpected events and impulsive decisions that lead him to stand in the courtyard with you. The sun’s flares threaten to invade his eyesight, its heat bombarding his body. It’s much hotter than he expected it to be. The sun’s rays fully assaulted him through the clear, uncovered windows, and it’s much worse outside.
You give him a confident look. “Game on, Vergil.”
He’s questioning himself for taking on your challenge. Why he continues to entertain you and your nonsensical whims is beyond him. Saying ‘no’ to you feels like a formidable task that even he can’t undertake. Irked, he stands proud and tall, brows furrowed from the brightness.
Then, you start swaying. Your skin turns deathly pale.
His swift reflexes help him catch you when you collapse, breath uneven and face dazed. There’s a sinking feeling in his heart, like shackles are anchoring him down in the farthest of depths.
Foolish girl.
With a sigh, he carries you back inside, ignoring the knowing look Dante gives him when he passes by. He gently lays you down on the couch, a worried frown lingering on his face. He moves quickly, automatically. He moves the fan closer to where you’re seated. He brings you a glass of cold water. He awkwardly looms over you, unsure if he should leave you here and go back to his business.
Somehow, he can’t bring himself to do it.
“Boo, I lost,” you sigh, slumping against the cushions. “Oh well, at least that proves my hypothesis wrong. You’re not a vampire. You weren’t lying.”
How you can still be so talkative and treat your health as a trivial matter makes him want to chide you to the ends of the earth.
“Stay here,” he says simply. “Don’t move.”
You weakly salute him. “Yes, sir.”
He tentatively takes a seat at the opposite end of the couch, watching you dutifully. Your breathing has gotten steadier now and the color has returned to your face. You shakily push yourself up, leaning back on the palms of your hands. Seeing you come back to normal makes the weight on his shoulders so much lighter for reasons he doesn’t want to begin to go through.
“You don’t have to stay,” you rasp. “I bounce back fast.”
“You’ll force yourself if I leave you alone.” That, and as painful as it is to admit, he’s worried about you. “I need to make sure you don’t do anything foolish.”
Your lips curve into a smile. “Keep that up and I’ll start thinking you have a crush on me, Vergil.”
Maybe he does.
—
“You know other women?” you ask, embarrassingly incredulously with exaggerated devastation. “How could you do this to me?”
He doesn’t know what to say at first. He’s well aware that you’re joking, but he can’t help but feel as though there’s some truth to her words. So, honestly, he tells you, “There’s only you.”
He’s the one who catches you off guard this time. Your lips part but no words come out, just broken syllables and confused sounds. You regain your composure soon enough, giving him a soft smile. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
He clears his throat, trying to act like blood isn’t rushing straight to his cheeks. “I’m saying I don’t look at anyone else but you.”
You strut towards him, hands wrung behind your back as you peer up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Like you’ve been proven correct about something. Like you’ve won. He stubbornly keeps eye contact, feigning indifference when you tilt your head to the side. The gesture makes you look like you’re in a state of pure wonder, innocent and curious like a fawn.
“So you like me?” you continue, hopeful. “Is that what you’re saying?”
How can one person reduce him to such a state so effortlessly?
“Yes,” he breathes out, as if it pains him to say. It sort of does. There’s an ache in his chest, craving to be close to you—craving you and you alone, so you can share your life with him. Be with him. “I do.”
You bring him down by the collar of his shirt, fingers curled around the fabric. He goes still. The fact that you’re so close can only mean one thing.
But then you kiss the corner of his mouth and pull away with a playful grin, pinching his cheek affectionately.
“The food’s probably here by now. We should go back inside,” you say cheerily, then reach for his hand. You’re much smaller and softer than he is, and it makes him hold on to you tighter out of instinct. Protecting. Keeping you close. “Come on, before they eat everything and leave nothing for us.”
He doesn’t leave your side the entire time.
—
A few days have passed since that moment, and not once has Vergil stopped thinking about how addictive the feeling of your lips against his skin was.
It changes something in him. He feels less… intimidating, so much so that the others have begun to mention it. Starting with Dante, who, in typical Dante fashion, teases him as soon as he notices it.
“Something happened between you and little Miss Sunshine, didn’t it?” he goads, smirking from where he’s sitting. He’s dangerously balancing the chair he’s sitting on while his feet are comfortably propped up on the desk.
Vergil hopes that he’ll fall back and hit his head one of these days. Maybe it could fix whatever is wrong with his brain.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns to another page of his book. “Stay out of my business, Dante.“
He ignores his warning. As usual. “So was it a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Ask me again and I’ll kill you.”
“Fine,” he groans. “You’re no fun. I don’t get why she likes you.”
Then, it’s Nero—his own son who he’s still building his relationship with—that brings it up when they’re alone. It catches him off guard, considering they don’t have much to talk about (or rather, much that they are willing to talk about).
“Did, uh, did something happen between you and her?”
His eye twitches. “Did Dante put you up to this?”
“What? No,” Nero scoffs. “Everyone can see it. You’re so obviously in love with each other.”
“I do not wish to discuss my love life with you, Nero.”
He grins, pleased that he caught the bait. “Your love life?”
Vergil takes in a deep breath and sighs, closing his eyes in chagrin. He’d like to think he’s mellowed out with age—he’s not hot-headed or impatient anymore. But it stings his pride that he always falls for the bait that the crew throws his way, even more so when they actually manage to get on his nerves.
“This conversation is over.”
He snorts. “Alright, man. Whatever you say.”
When the others mention your name, he acts like he doesn’t hear it. Not because he’s ashamed of his relationship with you, but because he doesn’t want to entertain them. It makes him wonder if being insufferably nosy is one of the qualifications for being in the Devil May Cry crew. He tries to pay it no mind, instead continuing with his life. Keeping up sparring with you, accompanying you while you run errands, watching your back during combat. Listening to you ramble about your favorite things and lending an ear when you have complaints. It’s not things he does for just anyone, but something about you just draws him in.
And, in a way that no one expected, he doesn’t mind it at all.
He’s started to seek you out, texting you blurry photos of things he sees that remind him of you. He looks at his phone more often, much to his dismay, considering how distracting he thinks it is. He picks up the phone after two rings, and if he doesn’t, he calls back as soon as he’s free.
It’s… new. Refreshing.
Something to look forward to, especially after all that he’s been through.
His phone vibrates with a notification. Quickly inserting a bookmark and setting the book aside, he picks it up.
Vergil I cooked some food. come over and eat
I have a movie i want to show you :)
if you’re not busy, of course
you don’t have to say yes!
also just letting you know if you do come over, you don’t have to bring anything. Just yourself is enough. Xo
He’s almost offended that you think he’d ever say no to you. After an arduously long moment of scrolling, he finally responds:
I’m on my way. 👍
Ignoring the knowing looks sent his way when he leaves, he makes his way to your home. His heart is pounding, threatening to burst out of his chest. Normally, you’re the one who comes to him. This time, he’s the one coming to you. His stomach flutters—nervous, he’s nervous. His mind races with what feels like a thousand possibilities. Would you greet him with a smile, or would you be somber? Would you welcome him with open arms like you always do?
He stops in front of your apartment. His finger finds the doorbell and it rings within, loud enough for him to be able to hear it from outside. It doesn’t take long before the door opens, revealing you standing there, looking so elated to see him.
“Hi!”
“Good evening,” he says.
You step aside to let him in. The apartment smells like jasmine and herbs, an amalgamation of spices he doesn’t quite recognize. After he took his shoes off, you lead him to the dining table where dinner is waiting, hot and steaming. He sits down across from you, tensing up when his foot accidentally brushes against yours. You don’t seem to notice, eagerly waiting for him to take a bite.
“It’s my mom’s recipe.” Your fingers wiggle in excitement. “It might be different from what you’re used to, but I really wanted you to try it… okay, I just realized I’m making it sound like you’re my lab rat. You’re not! I really did want you over for dinner.”
The flavors burst on his tongue, savory and fulfilling. Silverware clinks against the dishes as you eat in a comfortable quiet. He chews slowly, trying to memorize everything he’s tasting.
“I haven’t had this before,” he brings up, wanting to see your reaction. “It’s my first time trying it.”
Your eyes turn hopeful. “Do you like it?”
“I do.”
You grin at him and turn away, seemingly flustered. A nervous chuckle leaves you. “I’m glad. I was worried you’d hate it.”
He doesn’t even think he’s capable of hating anything that has to do with you. It pains him that you’re so unaware of it. Or maybe you still doubt him, layers upon layers of defenses surrounding your heart. He’ll make it through, eventually, just like you’ll make it through his.
“What did you want to show me?” he asks.
You beam. “Roman Holiday. It’s from nineteen fifty-three.”
Another thing he knows about you by soul. Your love for cinema and the same handful of movies you always come back to because they bring you happiness. He doesn’t ask anything else, wanting to see for himself.
When you’re finished eating, you urge him to wait in the living room while you tidy up. A few minutes later, you come back with a small plate of brownies.
“I learned how to make these today,” you say shyly. “Do you want to try one?”
He does. The brownie is a little too sweet for his liking, but he finishes what you gave him anyway. You fiddle with the remote and start the movie, comfortably nestling into your side of the couch. A blanket is sprawled over your legs as you hug the pillow close to your chest, wiggling in pure giddiness.
“I don’t know if you’ll like it, but I still wanted to show it to you.” You bite down on your bottom lip, timidly fidgeting in your place. “I thought you could use a break from all the sci-fi and action we’ve been watching.”
The movie starts. It’s a romantic comedy, shot in black and white. It feels timeless. The more he sees it, the more he thinks about how it makes sense that you like it. It suits you perfectly. You try not to talk over the dialogue, though you can’t help but bring up trivia you learned or commentary you have every now and then. He listens to it all. You’re here, so dear to him, and he realizes that he wants to know everything that you love.
“You were great back there!”
“You weren’t too bad yourself.”
The man abruptly kisses the woman. Music plays over the sound of running water in the fountain, adding a dream-like effect to the scene. Vergil is silent, thoughtful. Then, his gaze drifts over to you, just like how it always does. You’re clutching your pillow, toes curled, eyes wide and hopeful and filled with wonder. You’re fully immersed in the movie and he can practically see you swooning. It makes warmth blossom across his chest, makes his fingers twitch by his sides, itching to reach out for you.
He clears his throat before he says your name quietly. When you don’t reply, he tries again. This time, you turn to him with curious eyes.
“What’s up?”
He doesn’t talk for a moment. Debates with himself whether he should say what he’s been thinking for the past week or not. In the end, he swallows his pride and breathes out—
“You didn’t give me a proper kiss.”
That seems to please you. You give him a delighted smile, looking so soft in the glow of the television screen. “I did kiss you,” you say innocently. “Have you forgotten?”
“Not where I wanted you to,” he finds himself saying.
Your eyes widen, and so does your smile, a chuckle leaving your lips at how demanding he sounds. You feign a dramatic sigh and slowly crawl towards him, closer and closer until your face is only inches away from his. The coy look on your face makes him feel like his heart is stuck in his throat.
“Then show me where you want to be kissed.”
He stares at you, surprised at the sudden boldness. You stare back at him with a devilish glint in your eyes, leaving him entranced by your wiles once again. He takes in a deep breath, unsure of what to do when you’re so, so close. Satisfied with the state you’ve left him in, you let out a giggle before cupping the side of his face and kissing him properly this time.
It takes a moment before he kisses back, tilting his head to deepen it. His eyelids flutter shut and his hand comes up to clasp yours, feeling your warm skin beneath his touch. You’re soft and you taste like sugar, exactly how he imagined it. When you part for air, you look at him with so much adoration and amusement that it leaves him at a loss for words.
“Was that good enough for you?”
“Again.”
You burst into laughter. He swoops down to kiss you again, placing his hand on the back of your neck. The movie has gone forgotten. You’re still smiling, melting into him as he finally, finally gets what he’s been craving all this time. You pull away, lacing your fingers with his as you thoroughly enjoy the moment.
“You do like me,” you giggle, giddy as if you haven’t been the one deliberately working hard to steal his heart. “I’m just so irresistible, right?”
You’re joking, but Vergil takes it completely seriously.
“You are.”
That makes your breath hitch. You soften and caress the back of his hand with your thumb, peering up at him like he’s a masterpiece you made. He thought he had renounced all these human feelings a long time ago, but you bring it out of him just by being yourself. More than that, he really doesn’t mind it at all—he almost wants to say he welcomes it. He’ll welcome anything if it’s coming from you.
“So… What do you want to do now?”
He swallows, the action subtle and imperceptible. “I would like to spend more time with you… If that’s acceptable.”
“I’d like that too,” you whisper, smiling softly. “You’re stuck with me now, Vergil.”
And he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
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idk if you already watched the new sylus card so spoilers ahead for my ask
but i dont get why sylus left mc on that plane like he probably thought she was gonna jump after him or whatever but idk this card made me sad or when he didnt listen to mc idk maybe its just my abandonment issues speaking up but thus card just made me sad the ending was romantic but everything else just made me feel like he didnt trust mc
i mean he did give her the protocore but i just dont know i enjoyed watching him in action
idk the card made me feel lonely so j was hoping you could idk reason with me since your takes are always really canon feeling
I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this! Odds are that your perspective on Freefall Gambit has changed since then, but I'll go ahead and give you mine anyway
I first want to say with 100% certainty that Sylus trusts MC with his whole being. She is the very center of his universe, the woman who not only saved him in every way a person can be saved but who also in a lot of ways shaped who he is.
Sylus trusts her implicitly. But there are certain things he does withold from her (I am for one convinced he knows so much more about the Association and other things than he lets on). Not out of mistrust (that goes against his feelings for her and them being literal soulmates, half of each other), but probably because he simply thinks it's best she finds out for herself rather than him dumping all the lore onto her. She is capable of as much if she only starts digging (Death & Rebirth proves as much). MC is an extremely strong and independent person with a need to get to the bottom of things, and with her drive she'll get the answers she seeks (with Sylus assisting on the sides). But there might equally be certain answers she's simply not ready for yet, in particular unsavory truths about the Association (I know this hasn't been confirmed yet but I am positive those mfs are shady. I am side eyeing them hard. I'd be super shocked if we don't at one point learn that the higher ups are actually aligned with EVER/are corrupt or some shit. They for sure know about MC's past and her powers)
Then there is another thing to keep in mind where SylusMC are concerned – while they do spoil and have no issue doting on the other, they both equally enjoy challenging each other and being difficult little shits lol. It's just who they are. And especially whenever they step into their professional roles, where they seldom go easy on the other. It's always been part of their relationship dynamic from the very start. So while it may at times come off as Sylus not trusting MC or being mean, I read it as him simply challenging her and playing into their dynamic while also enjoying getting a rise out of her lmao. Two birds one stone
As for Sylus jumping out of the plane, I see it as very in character. Because again he is a little shit. He absolutely enjoyed doing a crazy stunt like that and watching her expression (I know he giggled like a schoolboy in his head). Also I mean... he knows he looked hot af doing that. Sylus isn't the type of guy to miss out on a chance to impress his girl.
But aside from that, and most importantly, him jumping out of the plane actually shows just how well Sylus knows MC. He absolutely knew she'd come jumping straight after, hence why he stands down there waving and waiting for her haha. And not only that, but he also knows that a thrill like that is exactly what MC needed and what she craved. She is like him – she has always loved a good adrenaline spike just as much as he has. Because they are after all the same "true kindred spirits" ;).
In conclusion I promise you that Sylus would never ever abandon MC or harbor any mistrust towards her. The only scenarios where he would ever contemplate truly leaving her would be either by MC's express request (as in Razor's Dance), or out of entirely selfless reasons (end of Beyond Cloudfall, and second Timelock Key).
I hope that this very late reply was of some help ♡
#asks#aesztik#sylus x mc#sylusmc#sylus#mc#lads sylus#mc lads#lads mc#sylus lads#love and deepspace sylus#mc love and deepspace#love and deepspace mc#sylus love and deepspace#love and deepspace#lads
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Tag Game: Hopeful Little Queer Shows 🌈
I was tagged by @hughungrybear (as always thank you for tagging me ♡)
There is no rule for this game and it's more complicated this way. I guess it’s all about what you want to convey with the word “hope”. I admit this is a word that I really like. It helped me when things were difficult and it still helps me (so far) when I fear of going back to the very lowest point of my life.
I looked up the definition of “hope” and the one I found was: “a positive feeling about the future, or something that you want to happen”.
So, I guess, I’m going to write about shows that gave me this positive feeling or series that shows things I wish would happen.
1. Moonlight Chicken:
I know most people connect with the story of Li Ming and Heart and I agree that it is a beautiful story. It is heart-warming and healing. However, the story that really gave me hope was Jim and Wen's story. On one side, there is the complexity of Wen and his ex-boyfriend's relationship. When a love story stops, everyone wish they could have a proper ending, but in life, it's not that easy and I think they've done a pretty good at showing how complex it can be. On the other side, we have Jim, who can't heal from his past relationship and, on top of that, he has to deal with the cost of living and economy problems. Jim and Wen started as a one-night stand that slowly evolved in something more while healing and finding closure. I admire how Wen was persistent, yet he was always tactful. I think this series shows a hopeful part of how you can overcome the difficulties in your life, while healing and moving on.
2. Be My Favorite
This is one of my comforting shows. There is something hopeful about the fact that you can have a difficult life and yet you’ll be able to change it to something better. Of course, we can’t exactly go back in time, but I see the fantasy element as just a metaphor of Kaiwn finally deciding what he wants for himself and not let the circumstances make choices for him. I like the idea that we are in charge of our own life and we can change it, if we really want it (not saying that it’s easy, but it’s a comforting idea). I think the other hopeful part that really struck with me was all the arc around Piseang learning about his sexual orientation/identity. The way he did it, the people he met who helped him and the final acceptance are things that makes me hopeful that other people who would face the same questions as Piseang, can find the right support around them to understand who they are and what they want. These characters had flaws, but they learned from their mistakes and grew. I also liked how the series emphasizes the importance of communication. It may seem too simple, but most of the problems we face could be solved if we knew how to communicate better and also listen. This is something I wish happened (and so it’s a little hope of mine).
3. Love for Love's Sake
I wrote a full paragraph about how I connect with Myung Ha because of depression, but then I deleted everything. I'm still not ready to talk about it here. It's too raw and too personal. I connected with his desire to find an goal in his life and to be helped/saved (in a way). There are so many more things to say about the portrayal of Myung Ha and how I think it was pretty good. I think this show is very hopeful, in the way that it shows how “love” is a powerful driving force in our life. I'm not only talking about romantic love, even if that's what it is shown in the series, I'm talking about all types of “love”. I guess the idea of healing is very hopeful to me because it seems like it's a constant in all the shows that I wrote about. Love for Love's Sake makes no exception.
4. Marahuyo Project
This is a series about the challenges you can face when you're part of the queer community (used here as an umbrella term) and the bliss of accepting who you are. This is a story of acceptance, resilience, courage and love. Those are all things that I would consider hopeful. I really connected with the character King. All his struggles and all his victories are something that are relatable. I think there is again the idea that your life can be difficult (here, it's living a very conservative place) and you can bring the change that would give more acceptance (in the series it is to create the first LGBTQIA+ org in their campus). Perhaps, I'm a bit naive or too simplistic. I know the challenges can be sometimes impossible for so many reasons. I just wanted to say that when you know you're not alone, it gives you some kind of comfort and maybe hope. That's how I view this series. It gave me hope for a change.
5. See Your Love
How not to love this story and these characters? This is such a beautiful story. We have Shao Peng, a deaf character, who is resilient, persistent and kind. He doesn't let his disability defines himself, but as everybody he also has sometimes doubts and fears of how people can perceive him. I think the show highlights the vulnerability we can have, but also the strength to overcome it. It also insists on the fact that you can also have the right to be “weak”, you don't always have to be seen or perceive as “strong”. Being vulnerable isn't bad. In fact, you have to show some vulnerability to be able to connect to others. In the case of Shao Peng, he really wanted to be seen for whom he is and not his disability. However, sometimes it made him feel like his vulnerability was something wrong. Thankfully, he discovers he also had the right to be vulnerable. Zi Xiang, his partner, is also a character with multiple layers: his life may seem easier, but he also has his vulnerabilities and own strength. Together, they learn how to accept it and they are very compatible. Their romance is a tender portrayal of how we can learn from each other, the importance of communication and the help we can give to one another.
6. We Are
I think the hopeful part in this series is the portrayal of friendship especially among people who are queer. You may think it's weird, but when I was the age of the characters I thought it would be impossible to find anyone who was also queer around me. I didn't live in a small city, but I felt really lonely because this is a part of me I could talk with some of my friends, but they couldn't relate because they weren't part of the community. I wasn't openly out, so I didn't dare to join any club, organization or event that would have made me meet other queer people. So, watching a series where a group of friends is all queer is something joyful and hopeful. I could see how great it is. The series isn't groundbreaking, but the simplicity of everything made it relatable. It feels like something that could happen to anyone and that's a good part of the series. The friendship was genuine and important.
7. Not Me
You're probably wondering why I'm putting this show here. This is because of the political aspect of the series. I think when it comes to LGBTQIA+ you can't exclude the struggle and the activism that made possible, in some part of the world, to get social acceptance. Of course, there is still a long way to run. Not Me's political aspect may not resolves entirely around the social acceptance of LGBTQIA+, but it was shown through different ways and it was shown through the lens of activism. LGBTQIA+ history is a history of activism and resistance. I feel like the series tried to portray how social change can happen and how we need to keep pushing for a more just and compassionate society. You may think this is not very hopeful when I say it this way, but in the series, the character's actions and activism help things to change and that, in my opinion, is something hopeful. You can imagine that something similar could have the same impact in real life (and it had in some part of the world). This is also something I'm still learning about.
Obviously, there are many more shows, but I just quoted a few of them.
I'm tagging @mikuni14 , @pinkkop , @pickletrip , @slonekaru and @benkaben (Again no pressure. I don't know if you have already done and I almost sure that some of you already made your own. Sorry in advance if I missed it, don't hesitate to tag me in yours so I can read it properly). Of course, everyone can do it too. ♡
#tag game#hopeful little queer shows#multi bl#moonlight chicken#be my favorite#love for love's sake#marahuyo project#see your love#we are the series#not me the series
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Since no one asked, below are the period accurate perfumes/cologne I think the 1980s crew were rocking. Because the only thing I care about besides this show is how things smell.
Stanford Pines
We start with Ford, who is wearing Polo by Ralph Lauren, launched 1978. While I think the notes suit him perfectly, and I definitely see him valuing a tried and true classic, I don't think he bought it with that in mind.
I think he went up to the perfume counter and asked what scent was popular with men and bought the first one they brought out without even testing it. He didn't really care what it smelled like when he bought it, he just thought he should own cologne as an adult man and bought the Best one.
Considering his hygiene I think he either barely used it or used it extremely often in place of taking a full shower.
Stanley Pines
For Stan, we've got Cool Water by Davidoff, launched 1988. To me, this is a no brainer, this is his vibe, can't imagine anything else for him. It's an old man scent but still sexy, a real crowd pleaser. I imagine he owns a whole collection by now, but always comes back to the first one he ever bought.
Now, you may wonder why his scent came out later in comparison to everyone else's. That is because he definitely couldn't afford cologne until he started pretending to be Ford, and even more time passed before he felt like he deserved to buy himself anything nice. :)
Bill Cipher
For Bill, we have Cinnabar by Estée Lauder, launched 1978. Now, before you come at me for giving him a womens perfume, I like to think Bill wouldn't care about who what scent is for and would even wear a womens scent out of spite because you can't tell him what to do.
That said, Cinnabar to me suits Bill really well. A bright opening with a dark smoky dry down, do you see the vision? The incense especially was a must have note in my opinion.
I can only really imagine a human version of him bothering with perfume to cover the meat smell, but I also think OG Bill would just will himself to smell like your mother's approval or something for manipulation purposes.
Fiddleford McGucket
Truthfully, I don't Fiddleford wore anything but a nice aftershave, but! We're giving him a bottle of Grey Flannel by Geoffrey Beene, launched 1975.
I think he got this from his father right before going off to college, never having been allowed to wear anything fancy before he was considered a man.
It's subtle, gentle, the kind of scent you would probably have to hug the person to smell. Mild mannered if you will!
#bill cipher#stanford pines#ford pines#stan pines#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#gravity falls#i care about smells so much you guys#i love sniffing#tell me your favorite sniffs so i can sniff them too#the site the images are from will not be getting any airtime from me#i took my screenshots and left
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A Word with Friends | July 28th
This week's word is
Prodigious:
• Very big in size or quantity; gigantic; colossal; huge. • extraordinarily exciting or amazing • ominous, portentous
and last week's word was:
Contumacy | July 21
Noun • Disobedience, resistance to authority
Both are included, while Métier/metier | July 14 is to come in the draft! You heard it here first baby, Batty's back and making a splash! With an entire one shot! That might not even be fucking canon! :D
I'm loving it, I'm having fun here, this is my favorite tumblr game in the whole wide world and I will abuse that. I can do Whatever I Want Forever.
That being said: welcome back to Treviso, baddies! 🥂
I don’t remember/know if Villa Dellamorte had a ballroom, but for the purpose of I want to and I have free will, it does now. All your Rooks are invited! Bring your own daggers!
outfits under the cut I'm not sorry, I shan't be
Bet you can't guess who's wearing what (lol)
anyway GO MY RANDOM BULLSHIT- enjoy long form content!!!
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“You know,” Rook began with a warm smile, taking Lucanis’ proffered arm. “Sometimes I wonder if you like showing me off.”
“Perhaps.” Lucanis looked ahead, lips twitching upward even as his expression remained cold behind the curving beak of his silvery mask. They descended the steps of Villa Dellamorte’s ballroom, magelight shining off the soaring marble eaves, violet fabric draped across every surface. Music came from everywhere and nowhere, soft and subtle enough to sway to.
It was not unfamiliar, this finery, nor the palpable tension in every nod, every smile, every sharp gaze turned their way. Like a surge of adrenaline underneath the surface. Sights set, risks being weighed.
It brought back some very interesting memories. And some very bad ones.
Lucanis squeezed their bicep reassuringly, the gesture hidden beneath the gauzy golden fall of Rook’s cloak. “I appreciate you making the time for this,” he murmured, not looking at them. There were a lot of stairs.
Come to think of it, the Villa had an impossible number of stairs.
Rook sighed, grateful for their own mask as it may have swallowed the flicker of worry in their face. Lucanis, of course, would see right through it all. He always saw the frenzy beneath the calm. The rushed calculations and harried thoughts beneath Rook’s every grin and easy gait. Maybe the other Crows weren’t quite as good?
A long shot. A long shot in the dark. But with so much happening outside Treviso– Rook’s own feelings towards this little celebration would have to be irrelevant. Crow parties, Teia had counseled them, were about making everyone believe you had the merit to survive them. Not dissimilar to the ridiculous galas Alois had thrown. But Caterina’s insistence, mere months after the official paperwork and coronation of First Talon, for an occasion to boast the reunion and rise of House Dellamorte, seemed ill timed at best. Not to mention, Lucnais hadn’t slept easy in three weeks’ time. Not to mention, Illario’s smug face around every corner. He hadn’t been invited, of course. Still on house arrest. Only rooms away, or above. Or what have you. But there was no guarantee Dellamorte the Lesser hadn’t done any Crow proud with a good disguise, or hired people to eavesdrop or–
End of the stairs.
Rook breathed in as their cloak of beads and finery whispered along the marble floor. The crowd parted in riots of feathers and color, and it was like plunging headfirst into the ocean.
Reverent murmurs of “Messere” and “First Talon,” old friends clasping at Lucanis’ forearms with crooked grins and telltale impressions in lapels, ceremonial rapiers that didn’t look just ceremonial, a whirlwind of bowing and laughter, curious whispers and hurried introductions.
Rook tried to keep some of the names straight.
Marcio from House Velardo. Master Ignacio. Grandmaster Bocceri, red hat. Noah of House de Auctis. Or was it Valisti? Tiana from House Gegar, with the blue feathered pauldrons. Guillermo of… um…
Breathless on the cusp of a laugh at something a charming young fledgling had said with her eyes bright with mockery, Lucanis gently tugged Rook to one side as a spinning masked couple dripping in quartz crystals and black plumage danced across their path. A few of the Crows had begun dancing to the clarion melody of an oud, or guitar from somewhere in the rafters. Everything was contrasted. Sweeping movements, staccato steps, clashing colors and harlequin patterns. Somewhere along the way, Lucanis whispered a brief apology with another squeeze of their hand before being swallowed into a boisterous trio of primary colors and puff sleeves that badgered him about his contract negotiator and his plans for reestablishing Rialto Bay for independent (or Crow facilitated, rather) trade.
Rook tried not to stray far, craning their neck over the sea of heads and towering masks in case Lucanis might beckon or call for aid. The night was humid and thick with body heat and the cloying scents of expensive colognes, jasmine blooms and spices from around the country. Fascinating, but it left the rogue dizzy and struggling not to stand directly in anyone’s way. A small crowd ebbed and flowed around the Veil Jumper, all smiles and deep curtsies and endless questions.
Someone passed Rook a flute of champagne, and after they paused for breath trying to briefly recount the Siege of Weisshaupt for the nine thousandth time, they gratefully moved to lift it to their lips.
“Not that one,” came a sharp, reproachful voice. A dark leather glove plucked the glass from Rook’s hand, and just like that some of the spotlight of attention and lingering bodies dispersed, as if repulsed.
“Viago,” Rook sighed, sagging. “Thank the Maker.”
The Fifth Talon scowled, leaning heavily on his adder headed walking stick. “Didn’t Lucanis tell you to eat or drink nothing he didn’t give you?”
“Slow down, Vi,” Teia crooned, smiling slightly as she leaned her head on his arm, her waterfall of dark curls unbound. “Lucanis isn’t a fool. Not in this.” She studied Rook with a frown. “You look tired, dear.”
“And you look stunning.” Rook grinned.
Teia made a show of preening with a graceful hand under her chin, smoothing the front of her scarlet gown. “I know that, of course. But you’re sweet.”
Viago briefly inhaled from the rim of the glass. He grunted dismissively and set it aside, abandoned on one of the dark wood tables arranged around the edges of the ballroom, the golden liquid shimmering.
“What was it?” Rook encouraged, their drawl low with weariness even as a bitter smile touched their lips.
“Deathroot extract. Mediocre. Amateurish. But it may have done the job.” Viago rolled a shoulder, dark eyes steadily mapping each and every outfit he’d have undoubtedly noticed lingering around the Veil Jumper mere moments ago.
“I wasn’t thinking. Thank you.”
Viago snorted. “Don’t thank me yet. ‘Not thinking’ will ensure you’re choking on your own bile before the night is done. Why has Lucanis left your side?”
“Business, I assume. He’s not far.” Rook tipped their head to where their handsome lover stubbornly refused to be persuaded any closer to the dance floor, leaning against a marble column a little too desperately rigid to be casual. He was speaking with Chance Candide, and a woman Rook didn’t recognize. He looked utterly miserable.
Rook’s heart cringed, and despite the obvious impropriety, they raised their finery clad arm and waved wildly.
It was worth it to see Lucanis’ gaze land on them over Chance’s shoulder and lighten considerably, edges softening as his mouth split into a mystified little grin.
Viago sighed. Loudly.
Teia only laughed, flowing from the Fifth Talon’s side to take Rook’s arm. “You have no heart at all, Vi. Come, Rook. I will find you something safe to drink, and safer company.”
Viago grumbled something about brains making up for it before turning to follow.
Rook struggled to peel their gaze away from their lover as he was swallowed by the damnable crowd once more. But Teia’s grasp was gentle and sure as she lead them along the fringes of the dancefloor. “He will be fine. Although, if he finds it to be too much, he could always surrender the title.”
“Yes, but to who?” Rook sighed, allowing their eyes to fall closed for what felt like the first time all night. “He loves the Crows. He loves Caterina, and he hasn’t mentioned anyone more qualified than Illario– and we all know that ship has sail–” Rook blinked, regarding the slighter elf beside them. She gave a small, innocent smile through pearly white teeth.
Rook laughed. “I’ll talk to him?”
“On pain of death?” Teia tittered and waved the words away. “I will leave it, for now.”
“You’re teasing me, no?”
“If that puts your mind at ease.”
“Teia,” Rook groaned.
“Remember, you have the eye– and ear– of the First Talon. That makes you a very powerful person, Rook. One it would pay to have at one’s side. Or in one’s pocket.”
The Veil Jumper snorted, but drew themself up a little straighter. Maybe it was their imagination, but a few of the Crows chatting amongst themselves over their champagne had fallen a little more quiet as they’d passed, heads tipped suspiciously in their direction. “My word means very little when it comes to this faction, Teia. I know so little about you all. I am willing to learn, but as you can see–” They gestured to the dark circles lingering beneath their eyes, in the slits of their mask. “I am preoccupied. I trust Lucanis to make whatever decisions he deems necessary. I will counsel him, if he likes, but until he requests my thoughts directly, I’m going to keep my big mouth shut. On pain of death.”
“You may be wiser than I gave you credit for,” Viago grunted.
“That hurts, De Riva.”
“By the way, you still owe me for those poisoned ballista bolts.”
“And here I thought that was a generous gift bestowed to the Veilguard by the Fifth Talon in a show of good faith.” Rook cast him a sidelong grin. “You can cash in on that anytime, after I can sleep for more than four hours in a row. Or when I’m done wringing the Blight out of my hair.”
“We want this war over as much as you do,” Teia reminded Rook in a low voice. “The gods must be stopped, and your battle isn’t over. But the politics are necessary. Especially as Treviso inches closer to freedom. Your presence here, though generous, is by design. A symbol of hope for us, and maybe a mild deterrent for any overt attempts on Lucanis’ life.”
Rook sobered, working their jaw. “I don’t mean to be difficult.”
“You aren’t. But you’re wishing you were anywhere but here, and you are displeased at your lover’s malcontent.”
“That obvious?” Rook glanced down at Teia as she led them to a balcony, catching a breath of fresh air off the canals, its trellis overgrown with flowering jasmine vines. Some of the lingering fledglings had enough sense to clear out quickly, so the space was relatively private. Moonlight fell in glittering slats across the marble, gilding the edges of the Treviso skyline, now very familiar, in molten silver.
“You are a very loyal lover. And maybe a very jealous one,” Teia observed, gaze sparkling. “I only know because I’ve seen it before.”
Viago rolled his eyes as he settled against the threshold pillar, but there was something sheepish in the hunch of his shoulders.
Rook grinned despite themself, heat blooming on their cheeks. Again, they were grateful for the mask. “Ah. Teia, that is so far beyond the problem–”
“You are angry with Caterina, which is even more dangerous,” Teia pressed on, a hand at her hip, her expression suddenly serious.
Rook bit the inside of their cheek. Hard.
“She made this decision– spur of the moment, yes, but it’s been in the making for many many years. Since Lucanis was a boy, and far before your involvement. Before this Blight, before the Dread Wolf. You must wonder if you have the power to dissuade either her, or Lucanis, from taking this any further after it’s all over. The Crows are not going away, Rook. And they need a leader who knows what that means. Lucanis is, and can be, that man.”
Rook’s heart thundered in their chest, and they swallowed their initial words quickly. They slipped uncomfortably into that easy, warm molten gold that had been reserved for ballrooms with lions instead of crows, blues and brass instead of violets and silvers.
Rook spoke softly. “I know that, Teia.”
“You have to believe in him,” Teia insisted.
Rook shut their eyes tight. “I do believe in him, Teia. I know he can do this. He’s brilliant and courageous and clever— sharp as a wyvern’s tooth. What is this really about?”
Teia looked to Viago, who shrugged a shoulder. “It’s not a good idea to make enemies with what remains of Lucanis’ house.”
“Caterina and I have barely spoken.”
“She believes you to be a passing fancy at best, and a horrible danger to her grandson’s legacy at worst.”
Rook worked their jaw with a hollow click of their tongue, a thin, fiery thread of anger pulling up their chest and through their voice. “Perhaps it’s best we do not speak, then.”
Viago shook his head. “That will not last.”
“I am angry, yes. Frightened, mostly. But that is my business,” Rook said firmly. “It has not changed the way I look at Lucanis. Or either of you.” Either of you, who might be much happier taking this stupid job.
‘All I know is death,’ Lucanis had said one night, curled together by the fireplace with cups of cioccolata calda and one of Bellara’s racier novels between them. ‘I am an assassin. That is not something easily changed.’
Rook had smoothed his hair in their lap, speaking softly and without thinking. ‘You are my assassin. And I would have you know more than death before this is done.’
But here, surrounded by hungry gazes, Lucanis had become an obstacle on a throne. A head of a House. Less the Demon of Vyrantium and more the First Talon’s grandson.
Not to mention, poor Spite had complained aloud all evening of Lucanis’ knotted stomach and racing heart. And the smell of parsnips, for some reason. But the pressure and expectation of the highest authority in a long established den of contract killers— some kinder and more honorable than others– spoke loudly of Lucanis’ constraint. Discontent. Anxiety.
If anything, his hands were tied more than ever before.
To make matters worse, he’d had less time for spur of the moment evening visits to Cafe Pietra.
Silly, yes, but any small joy robbed from Lucanis at a time like this, while Elgarn’an and Ghilan’ain still scorched the earth, was unforgivable. And illustrative of days to come.
“Your contumacy is admirable. Sometimes I wonder if you’d have made a good Crow,” Teia sighed.
“Never,” Viago corrected primly. “The mark of a good Crow is the ability to follow orders. Even unvoiced ones. Especially unvoiced ones.”
“It’s a good thing I was a Veil Jumper first then, no?” Rook folded their arms, frowning deeply. “Was this a warning or an intervention?”
“It was both. But now I am exhausted. Mostly for you. It was rude of me not to inquire, and now I need a drink.”
“I will go,” Viago clipped, slipping away, just as Rook said, “Inquire?”
Teia walked to the rail of the balcony and leaned on her folded arms, turning her head to watch Rook quietly through the red lace of her mask. “How are you?”
Rook settled at her side. “Besides tired?”
“Besides tired.”
“...I’m fine. Mostly. I keep busy.”
“Evidently. What are you working on?”
“Evil magister on the loose in Minrathous. You know. The usual.”
Teia laughed softly, regarding the horizon. “How are your friends?’
“Exhausted. But they’re up for it. Neve’s working overtime, she’s out with a few of her contacts and Bellara. Taash and Davrin have been hunting Antaam on the Rivaini coast for six days. They killed a Lord of Fortune on one of the merchant ships.”
Teia winced. “Another martyr.”
“There will be more.” Rook worked their thumb into the palm of their hand absently, kneading the stiff muscle there and studying the veins of a jasmine leaf. “I may have to make one soon.”
“Hmm?”
“You remember Bellara, don’t you?”
“Yes. Charming woman. I could like her quite a bit more with time. She has such a mind for explosives.”
Rook smiled wryly, nodding. “Her brother’s worshipping a problem in Arlathan.”
Teia sighed heavily, expression sympathetic, just as Viago returned– silent as a boa– to place a glass of something red in her outstretched hand. He offered one to Rook.
Red wine. Because of course. At least it matched Teia’s dress. The Veil Jumper sighed and swallowed their irritation that the only thing drinkable in this place was the stuff of bitter grass, burnt leather and nightmares. It would be rude to refuse the gesture, so Rook took the glass between their palms with a genuine ‘thank you.’
“That must be difficult for you,” Teia hummed. “She looks to you for strength to end it?”
Rook visibly cringed. “We’re… not sure yet.”
“Family is a weakness. Crush him before he can turn on your friend,” Viago counselled.
“You are. Terrifying.”
The poisoner’s lips quirked.
“I am sure you will find a just solution. Or a swift one. Preferably both.” Teia tapped her glass musingly with her pinky finger as she looked out into the night. “And your necromancer?”
“Emmrich’s… coping.”
“His… peer?”
“Uh, we’re working on it.”
“Ever since your confrontation with Illario– or I should say, rather thorough dressing down–” Viago spoke in clipped tones. Teia’s lip curled as she sipped her drink, elegant shoulders tight. “I had wondered after him. It is rare to see a Mortalitasi at work, and I was impressed.”
“You should talk plants with him. He’d be fascinated with your work regarding blooms and tinctures and their relation to the end of all things.” Rook smiled. “Heard from Vorgoth about your Archambeau yet?”
Viago scowled. “The buyer is being stubborn.”
Rook laughed. “I am sure, if anyone can dissuade swindling on your behalf, it’s Vorgoth. Give it time.”
“I’ve considered sending someone.” There was a dark edge to the Crow’s voice.
“But is it really collecting then?” Rook teased.
Teia chuckled. Viago was not amused. “In the most literal sense,” he said. “Once I have collected it.”
“Rook?”
The Veil Jumper turned, even as Teia beamed. “Ah, Natale.”
“You may not remember me,” the woman began, folding her black bell sleeves behind her, feathered mask stark against her olive skin and high cheekbones.
“Not at all,” Rook enthused, beaming as they set their glass on the rail and let their hands fall to their sides. “Speaking of the coast. You look well, how have you been?”
“Killing Antaam where I can.” A dangerous gleam heralded the Cantori Crow’s little smile.
“I’m pleased to hear that. You’re healed nicely?”
“Leg works better than when I left.”
Rook grinned, extending a hand for her to shake. “Excellent. It’s thrilling to see you here. I was only just counting my allies on one hand.”
“Not at all,” Natale said, suddenly serious as she shook their hand, an echo of their earlier sentiment. “You risked everything to save Treviso in the first dragon attack. You have many friends among us. Those of us with any brains.”
“She speaks for most of my House,” Teia hummed, approving.
Natale bowed sharply to Teia, then Viago. “I apologize for interrupting. I could hardly believe what I had seen. There had been rumors that you accompanied the First Talon–”
“I do,” Rook hummed.
“I was on assignment. His cousin is the talk of the city, now.”
“Bitter talk, I hope.” Rook scowled.
“Some,” Natale acquiesced.
“Why don’t you offer Natale a dance, Rook?” Teia suggested, teasing. “You could use a little fun. Keeps you out of earshot if you have something disparaging to say about another House.”
Rook cocked their head to one side, regarding Natale with a curious smile. “If you would have me, my friend.”
“I could.” Natale’s usually severe face remained stoic, even as her dark eyes gleamed with confident laughter. Rook felt their face flush red, and Teia huffed around a smile.
“You make me proud, Natale, but you can take tonight off.”
“Yes, my Talon.” She clicked her heels and offered Rook her hand.
“I’ll have you know I’m happily taken,” Rook cautioned, accepting her gloved hand and leading her back inside and onto the dancefloor, into the whirling bodies.
“I’m sure you are, Rook. Don’t worry. Seduction was never my first trade. Though I cannot say the same for others here.”
The music was beginning to kick up in tempo, rapid strings and scales on the low roll of a guitar and a mournful brass horn. Something approaching the build of a flamenco? A salsa maybe? Rook tried to search their memory for Alois’ dance lessons.
Teia looked to Viago and offered him her arm, batting her lashes with an enticing smile.
“No,” Viago sighed.
Teia tossed her head with a scoff, swallowing a laugh as she slipped away to take the arm of a passing assassin instead.
“I uh, I’m not very good. At dancing. I mean, I can waltz, and I shuffle with the best of them, but it’s either necessity or for fun.” Rook allowed Natale to take their hand and rest hers on their other shoulder.
“I will lead,” she decided.
Rook sputtered a laugh. “You’re gonna think differently of the prodigious hero of the Veilguard when this is over.”
“So the rogue cannot dance. I cannot sing.” She rolled a shoulder, indifferent, and with the call of a trumpet led Rook in a rapid back and forth step, stretching an arm between them to spin and return quickly to the same sequence of steps in place.
“What’s the real reason Teia wanted me to dance with you?” Rook hazarded, wincing as they shifted their hips so their clumsy mirror of the tandem sway didn’t land their heel on the Crow’s toes. They were watching their footwork, trying not to embarrass themself too badly.
Natale squeezed their hands. “You were being watched. Quick-quick-slow, Rook, close on three.”
“Yikes,” Rook breathed, more at their dancing than the observation. “By who?”
“A few. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
“You sound like Lucanis.”
“Impossible.” Natale smiled wryly and tugged Rook into a tight spin. They fought not to stumble, swallowing an embarrassed giggle.
“Am I making a fool of myself yet?”
“Very much. But you’re not entirely graceless.” Mercifully, Natale slowed and lifted an arm. Rook spun her diligently as she snapped back to their side.
“Should I worry?” Rook hazarded as Natale rested a hand on their lapel.
“Not if you do what Andarateia tells you. And do not drink what the Fifth Talon says not to. You will be fine. Tonight. But you must know, anyone trying to get to Lucanis Dellamorte–”
“Will try to go through me? I don’t usually have such a high opinion of myself, but unfortunately I’m very familiar with these kinds of Games. Luckily the last witch who crossed us both is dead now. We’re working on another.”
“Yes, the infamous gods. It’s a little above my worth.” Natale frowned and navigated them between a few more dancers. Rook swore they caught a glimpse of a knife unsheathed, but it was gone before they could blink.
“You mean contractually?”
Natale hummed. “I tend to keep my work confined to the mortal coil and its mortal coin.”
Rook groaned. “I remember those days. Nice days.”
She chuckled.
“Seriously though. It’s nice to see you. I know things must have been hard.”
“Grief is a weight best discarded quickly, Rook.” Natale gave them a pointed look.
Rook scowled beneath their mask. “In theory.”
“In theory,” the Crow acquiesced.
“Mind if I cut in?” The music had begun to slow to a stop, and Natale paused to step back from Rook with a crisp nod to glance at their interruption.
“Jacobus?” Rook grinned. “Now I highly doubt Heir let you–”
“I was invited, same as you.” The boy rolled his eyes, his expression still sour, but his gaze was warm and excited. “You see the other fledglings? This is a learning opportunity. For the best of us, anyway.”
“And you are the best,” Rook agreed, offering him their hands.
Jacobus preened, or at least tried not to look like he was preening. “Assassin,” he greeted Natale, but there was a note of finality despite the respect.
Natale snorted. “Sure, kid. Goodnight, Rook.”
“Goodnight, Natale. Be safe.”
“I intend to.” And just like that, the Crow melted into the throng, practically invisible. Jacobus cleared his throat.
“You gonna take it easy on me, Egrativi?” Rook smiled and accommodated his height with a little more distance between them.
“I thought you might appreciate a professional Orlesian waltz. You looked pale.”
“Har har.”
“Hear me out.” Jacobus grinned. “I’m shorter, not evil.”
“You’re going to let me lead?”
“Maybe your ego needs soothing?”
Rook scoffed around a grin. “Don’t get a big head.”
“I’m not. Wanted to make sure you weren’t getting yourself killed.”
“Why is that what everyone is worried about tonight?” Rook sighed.
“It’s not often someone who is not a Crow makes it through this kind of thing.”
“You can���t have been to one of these before.” Rook let the boy hold onto their arm and took his hand, trying to find a three count in the swell of the next song. It might have to be a little less leisurely than your usual waltz…
“Smaller scale,” Jacobus admitted. “With outside guests. But this is purely Cr–”
“Crow business. That’s exactly what Illario said. A thousand times.”
Jacobus voice heated as Rook took them into a turn. “That b–”
“Careful. There were some who wanted to see how it would end. And didn’t mind who he’d been working with in the first place. Mutiny and betrayal are kind of… walks of life, here.”
“You’re not defending him!” Jacobus whispered harshly, scandalized.
“Me? No. I’d have skinned him alive if the First Talon asked me to.”
At that, the boy started to grin. “You really like him, don’t you.”
Rook laughed softly, “Lucanis? Yes.”
“Must be weird.” Jacobus leaned back a bit to catch a glimpse of the higher balconies.
“It’s uh… I don’t know, really.”
“You’d do anything for him. Might mean you have to spend more time here in Antiva.”
“Hmm. I can think about that when the world is set to rights, I think.”
“Why? Nervous? If you’re courting him you have to–”
“Jacobus. I’m a grown person.”
“Right.”
“We’re kind of… not courting. Anymore.”
The fledgling’s eyes blew wide. Rook only smiled as they danced. The music swelled and Rook turned the boy carefully under their arm as he squeezed their hand.
“That’s… then you’re… what?”
“Well, we just… are.”
“Oh.” Jacobus sagged with a huge sigh of relief. “I thought you’d proposed or something, like an idiot.”
“Wh– hey!”
“You have to be careful,” the boy insisted.
“Andraste give me strength– Jacobus, I’m not a Crow.”
“That’s why!”
“I know, alright? I’ve got gods to slay first, is that okay with you?”
“It’s fine with me,” Jacobus huffed. “But whatever, I don’t actually care that much about your mushy romantic subplot. It’s going to burn up anyway. That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“You are such a teenager.”
“I could stab you in your carotid. Right now.”
Rook snorted. “Out with it, love.”
“Right. I need your help.”
“Uh-huh.”
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It needs editing. And more plot than ooo shiny, and also ooo playing dress up with my dolls, because Batty likes shiny but this is gonna be MORE and I'm excited to kind of deviate from the gameplay just a teeny tiny bit.
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SaL anon hear friend and you know what I find particularly telling about that certain group of fans and their "Eddie is abusive" bullshit take?? Remember way back in November when BT thankfully broke up and those people got all up in arms about it?? It was never "this is Buck's fault" or "this is Tommy's fault" it was always the "bad writing". The writers made the break up "come out of no where" and there was a whole writing campaign about how bad the writing choices were for a bland, bigoted character to be left alone, boo fucking hoo. Where's all this outrage at the writers now?? Where are all the posts about how the "poor writing" made Eddie unnecessarily aggressive and how bad it looks for his character and how the writers just flagrantly let "abuse" be forgiven on primetime?? Cause I haven't seen a single peep critisizing the writers about this episode. Instead all I've seen is posts about how Eddie is just "that way" and "he's always been violent" and he never treats Buck well, as if this is something the writers would actually intend for a popular main on the show. Why is the break up you could see coming from space "bad writing" but Eddie getting upset while he's grieving a clear sign he's an "abuser"?? We all know why.
10/10 no notes. You think the show that wouldn't even let actual racist, homophobic, misogynistic characters or shitty parents stay bad guys while not even bothering to show them being sorry for their actions and changing, is going to actively make a main character an evil abuser out of nowhere? On the "everyone makes mistakes and can learn and be better the next time" show? On the "both main characters are a little in the right and a little in the wrong in this argument between them" show? Please. It's so transparent.
#911#eddie diaz#my sweet nonnie friends#sleeping at last anon#anti tommies#anti tommy fandom#this is such a perfect example of their absolute bullshit#because i've had moments where i'm like 'mmm this is upsetting to me personally because of Reasons and My Trauma'#but i can always see what the show was going for and while it may not have Worked For Me i can see the earnest attempt#and the story they are clearly trying to tell because this show is....not subtle#so for them to be like 'this is upsetting to me personally so the show CLEARLY meant for it to be taken as abuse and for us to hate eddie'#is just...wild and ridiculous#also like...you were SUPPOSED to feel on edge!! that means the lighting and camera and director and actors are doing their jobs right!#tv is ART and art is supposed to make you FEEL something and that scene sure as fuck made people feel things!#and while you will always have your own personal feelings to bring to the table the show is also telling you what you're supposed to feel#the lighting is cold because we are supposed to feel the tension and disconnect and GRIEF. we are supposed to feel the isolation.#we see eddie right up in our faces because we are supposed to be seeing HIS grief. HIS guilt. HIS isolation. HIS anger and fear and pain#and all the while buck's body is at the very edge of the frame steady and unmovable in the force of eddie's grief#we are supposed to feel him taking that weight from eddie and that is the point when eddie steps away and we can see them both again#and see buck making that bid for connection to try and do what he always does and try and fix it but it's still to raw and real#and eddie's grief and guilt about NOT being there is hitting against buck's grief and guilt about being there and not doing enough#it's SUCH a great scene and so well done and people are being hateful in such clearly transparent ways#ANYWAY#may buddie kiss in the finale and those people fuck off for absolutely ever
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if sonic ever gets greenlit for sommore movies do you think Rouge will show up and more importantly do u think theyll give her boob physics like in sonic adventure 2 lmfao
#if they keep up this pace of adding like 2 characters per movie and reveal a new one at the end this may go on for a while HAHA#what if they bring back the cursed game lore that was sonic unleashed HAHA#like i guess we can add amy and metal sonic to the list for 4 now right#shadow is definitely not dead tho that was forsure a mislead n aint no way theyd kill off the fandom's fave edgy goth boy#but shadow and rouge are always on team dark together and we have a full team sonic already so any day now#i think itd be really funny to see james marsden react to a vector the crocodile tho like JFC WHAT IS THAT yk#i do wanna see blaze the cat tho i had a mini crush on her when i was little playing mario+sonic olympic games on the wii HAHA#also ive never played a sonic game or watched a sonic show but i somehow know so much lore HAHA#anyway make shadow gay#sonic the hedgehog
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