#im howling because this is just CURSED

[jmkho]

[anisohtropy]

actually I don’t think we’re processing how good a howls moving castle AU would fit Kavetham. a romance in the midst of political conflict? Kaveh being a dramatic, self destructive blonde? Haitham’s gray/white hair and simple life that is disrupted by the aforementioned blonde and a political conflict? annoyances to friends to lovers? THE THEME OF DESTINY?

[rafeandonlyrafe]

crazy, baby

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, reader is mean and jealous, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), mentions of breeding, one use of daddy, curse words

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450

if anyone else spoke to rafe the way you speak to him, they'd probably never be seen again.

but you're not anyone else, you're rafes sweet girlfriend, at least he sees you as sweet, everyone else sees you as equally intimidating as rafe, if not more so because of the power you hold over him.

“rafe, bring me a water.” you call, not looking up from your phone. rafe stands up quickly, heading into the kitchen and bringing you back a water, but not just any water, a freshly cracked open evian bottle.

“here you go baby.” rafe hands you the water, and you don't even acknowledge him as you sip from it.

“do you want to go to a party soon?” rafe asks, and you sigh dramatically at being interrupted, even though all you're doing is scrolling.

“is kelces annoying new girlfriend going to be there? i hate that bitch.” you scowl.

“i told topper that if she's there, we're not there so she was not invited.” rafe says, running his hand through the hair that falls on the side of your face.

“okay, yeah, let's go then.” you shrug, getting up and walking away from rafe to get dressed. you sift through your dresses, trying to decide what to wear before you settle on a tight black dress.

you put it on along with your heels before finding rafe.

“you look so sexy, baby.” rafe groans, gripping your ass when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your lips together in a kiss. 

“i know, i look hot.” you smirk, rafe nodding in agreement.

“now let me go show my hot girlfriend off to everyone.” rafe says, making you roll your eyes, but a smile still slips through your cold exterior.

you listen to your favorite music in the car while rafe drives you. you complain to him about going so slow, causing him to rev the engine and increase his speed well over the limit as you howl with laughter.

“what do you want to drink, baby?” rafe asks as you enter the party, knowing he's tasked with keeping a cold drink in your hand throughout the whole night, not caring when he has to suddenly leave a conversation to get you a refill.

“mmm, just a white claw please.” you lean closer to rafe, as if you're going to whisper in his ear, but you don't lower your volume down, letting everyone hear your next words, “don't want to get that drunk so i can remember how hard you fuck me tonight.”

rafe cups your cheek, moving your lips to his as he takes them in a hard kiss. “you drive me fucking crazy baby girl.”

you grin, watching as rafe heads away to get your drink. you head further into the party, leaving rafe to find you as you greet a couple of your friends, stopping to talk to topper about the party.

“here you go baby.” rafe finds you amongst the crowd, handing you the white claw, already opened, knowing you don't like to use your nails on the pop tabs.

“rafe, don't you think this music is pretty shit?” you question to rafe, but topper understands it's directed to him and stands up to change the song, knowing how you get when you're annoyed and not wanting to face your wrath.

you nod in approval when the music is changed from rap to more hip hop, knowing it's better for dancing and gloating to rafe how immediately the switch has more people heading to the makeshift dance floor on toppers patio.

“you were right, baby, you're always right.” rafe hums in agreement, watching you finish off your white claw.

“im gonna go dance with my girls.” you tell rafe, giving him a kiss before heading off. rafe knows he doesn't have to give you permission or even worry about you, you truly don't have eyes for anyone else, all other guys piss you off except for rafe.

rafe smiles as he watches you leave, completely infatuated with you, only half listening to whatever topper is talking about.

you find the few girls that don't annoy you and hug them quickly before joining in their dancing, shoving one of their boyfriends away when he tries to dance up on his girlfriend. you have told her to break up with him so many times and wish she would finally just listen.

“do you know the girl rafe is talking to?” one of your friends ask, but you don't even look to see who uttered the words as your head snaps to look at rafe, still in the same spot you left him, but there's a new girl in your place, some bottle blonde that has your blood boiling. she's talking her head off while rafe stands there disinterested, holding another white claw for you when you're done dancing.

“what the fuck?” you growl, stomping through the crowd to rafe. you smack the drink out of his hand, letting it spill all over the floor.

“baby, what's wrong?” rafe questions, but you've already turned your attention to the girl.

“back off my boyfriend you whore.” you shout at her, rafe wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from physically fighting her. “he would never go for an ugly slut like you anyways!” 

the girls eyes widen, rushing away from you and rafe as you turn to him in anger. “i walk away for a couple minutes and you start flirting with some other girl?” you shout.

“baby, she was just talking to me and i wasn't even listening. calm down.”

“rafe cameron don't you dare tell me to calm down!” you yell, but rafe simply ignores your outburst, leaning down to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder. you shout and beat your fists against his back, but rafe keeps walking, heading upstairs as you groan.

“im mad at you, rafe.” you frown when he sets you down in one of the guest bedrooms.

“and im gonna make it up to you, baby. gonna fuck you, yeah?” rafe says, tugging the top of your dress down, revealing your tits to him.

“since you wanna be a brat, im gonna fuck all the attitude out of you.” rafe shrugs, hands gripping your chest, playing with your nipples.

“you think you can just fuck me to make up for almost cheating?” you complain, but reach to grip rafes cock.

“i didn't almost cheat, you know that. i would never. you're my girl, my perfect girl. i only want you.” rafe leans forward, kissing you before you can argue back. “i love you sweetheart.”

you moan against rafes lips, feeling him harden under your fingertips. “i love you too.” you pull at rafes shirt, and he disconnects your lips to take it off. “im sorry for being jealous.”

“it's okay. clearly i haven't been taking care of you enough for you to get all pent up.” rafe says, tugging at the waist of your dress, pulling it up to reveal your small panties.

“turn around.” rafe commands, and for once you listen to him, bending over the bed and placing your hands on the comforter to stabilize yourself.

“why would i ever want another girl after having your pretty pussy?” rafe sinks to his knees behind you, rubbing his hands over your bum, giving it a light smack before tugging your underwear down your legs.

“eat me.” you say, and rafe moves quickly to shove his head between your legs, tongue and mouth working quickly over your pussy.

“fuck, right there.” you groan when rafe flicks over your clit. you angle your hips to give him even better access, his hands gripping your shaking thighs to keep you stable.

“m-more.” you whine, grinding your cunt down onto his face. rafe drags his tongue back through your folds until he reaches your hole, his tongue pushing in as he thrusts it in and out.

you moan loudly, not caring if anyone passing by can hear you. it's not the first time you've hooked up at a party, or even a party at toppers house. everyone knows how crazy you two are for each other.

“give me your cock, rafe cameron.” you tell him, and rafe presses a kiss to your clit before standing up. you lean forwards, shaking your bum by swaying your hips side to side, enticing rafe as you hear him undoing his pants and dropping them to the ground.

you let out a whine when you feel his cock press against your entrance. he teases you there for a moment, making you wait, and just when you are about to shout for him to hurry it up, rafes hips push forward and he sinks his cock into you in one smooth motion.

“fuck!” rafe shouts, feeling your cunt squeezing him. he immediately starts to move, his cock hammering in and out of you as rafes large hands grip your hips. he pulls you back into him, but you don't even need the encouragement, rocking your body back and forth, moving in time with him.

the harsh slapping sound of your skin hitting each other each time echos around the room.

“fuck me faster, rafe.” you tell your boyfriend, who starts to buck his hips into yours, not fully pulling out before he pushes back in, wanting to stay buried deep inside of you as much as possible.

“like that.” you moan appreciateivly.

“my pretty girlfriend, moaning like a slut for me.” rafe smiles down at you, “so jealous just from seeing a girl stand near me, you're all mine. you love me so much.”

“i do love you rafe.” you say, his hands gripping your hips tighter at the declaration.

“and i love you more. fucking crazy about you, crazy about this pussy.”

“yeah?” you smirk. “gonna fill this pussy up?”

“of course baby, gonna put a baby in you, gonna make sure you can't leave me even when you threaten to.” rafe says, knowing two things: that you are on birth control and not actually able to get pregnant, and despite you often getting mad and saying you're going to leave him, that you are never going to.

“yes, daddy, fuck a baby into me.” you moan, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, already pulsing from rafes talented mouth.

“i hope everyone hears you moaning for me. im yours, baby, im yours.” rafe moans, throwing his head back as he can't hold back any longer, his cum spurting into you, causing your orgasm to overtake your body as well.

you collapse forward into the bed, unable to keep yourself up as rafe moves with you, keeping himself buried in your pussy.

“are you calm now?” rafe asks, making sure to carefully pull out of you, watching as his cum drips onto the comforter.

“i am.” you hum, eyes fluttering closed with your cheek pressed against the mattress.

“want to go home and fuck some more or want to go back to the party?” rafe asks, getting himself redressed, handing you your underwear when you finally sit up.

“mmm, party for like half an hour so everyone can see how fucked out we both look than home for more.” you say, putting your panties back on and readjusting your dress, leaving the bed a mess for topper or more likely his family maid to take care of.

“you're crazy, baby.” rafe laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“and don't you forget it.”

[vxiphoid]

SERENE SHENANIGANS

❨ summary ❩ twst › waking them up to tell them stories that don’t make sense

tags ✧ fluff, crack, savanaclaw boys, defo not proofread its like 7 am, cursing but nothing out of the ordinary, ooc(?), ruggie calls you a little shit like once (affectionate), jack is whipped for you

amanuensis’ message ⊹ I LITERALLY LOVE DOING THIS??? my friends hate me for it. but anyways hiii im back after like my month hiatus, how are thy sleeplings?😋 mb guys writers block has been really kicking my ass, i was spitting blanks on paper… i’m gonna hopefully post another pastry emporium soon for scarabia so stay tuned for that‼️

⌜ 300+ e/chara ⌟

♫ sunset boulevard - hohyun

twst masterlist

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

— “leona… pspsps….”

— he hums gruffly when his name was called the first time, only opening his eye thinking you called him a second time when it was really just noise that you would make to get the attention of a house cat. he instantly pins his ears back. how dare you. “hmm?”

— “so i took our snail for a walk and i had accidentally left my feet here to wash the dishes because the grass was blue.”

— huh? you could see him trying to process everything you just said as you explained, his lips parting and eyebrows furrowing. it took everything in you not to laugh. he does one of those blinks, the really delayed ones, one eye opens before the other…

— he’s half asleep too so the confusion is just adding up altogether. if chicken scratch wasn’t a writing term, this is literally it in words. its like the books back at home he picks up to read (derogatory) its, what, 4 am? dont do this to him😭

— you’ve never seen him so expressive💀 this definitely makes his eye and ear twitch at the same time. what type of fucked up fever dream is this?? its usually a blessing seeing you as the first thing he wakes up to, not when you wake him up with some bull strung up in a sentence with your beady eyes staring at him while he sleeps. he loves you, yes, but what does he even say to this…

— “what…”

— your forehead met with his chest as you struggled not to laugh at the uncharacteristic break in leona’s voice. how many cups of coffee did you drink? he asks you to repeat yourself even though it kinda a mind mush decision so you did and by the end of it, he looks absolutely restless.

— “that’s… yes. that’s great, herbivore. can we go to bed now?”

— you note that leona is surprisingly patient when half asleep

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JACK HOWL

— deep sleeper. tug his ear. though he practically springs up before your hand makes contact, giving himself whiplash.

— “jack?”

— almost instantly relaxes when he realizes its you, tail wagging subtly☹️ “hi, baby. s’something wrong?”

— “hiii, do you remember a year ahead ago when i had to go to the dentist to get my spine fixed and the cats were barking at the flying dogs because the sky was in the water?”

— bro feels like he just had a stroke💀 he’s blinking rapidly, rubbing nose bridge as you explain. he really wants to understand, he does, but wtf did you just say??? it was the innocent “hi” before you unapologetically bashed his head in with the entire dictionary. its so ridiculous he couldn’t help but laugh.

— “jack, this is serious.” even as you told him that, your voice was not steady at all which made his shoulders shake violently in silent laughter.

— “im listening, i swear. tell me one more time?” yk his ass is not listening. he pulls you into his lap while his thumbs idly rubbed your sides, responding to your stories with “uh-huh” and “yeah?” with a lovesick smile on his face.

— eventually holds your face and starts pressing heart squeezing, fluffy kisses all over your face which truly made you more tired then you were. you honestly start forgetting what and where the story was going.

— jack only pauses his kissing attack to respond when you take a small break but even then he doesn’t pull away fully, he’s just speaking against your skin

— “—and the duck had my arm while i was taking it on a walk because gran tammy was in a flying shopping cart.”

— “oh wow. and then?”

— he’s listening but he’s not, mostly because he’s like two seconds away from dreamland and his brain isn’t registering half the shit you’re saying. he wants to see how many stories you can jumble up.

— “yeah, i think it’s bedtime for us…”

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RUGGIE BUCCHI

— omfg he wakes up like a mom. like yk how you would barely touch them and they would gasp like they were just given cpr?? he wakes up like that.

— and you’re just standing there awkwardly 👁️👁️

— takes a quick look around before looking at you. “what happened? is it time to wake up leona already?” you shake your head and ruggie flops back, an arm draped over his eyes. “you scared me… come, lay down with me?” he held his free arm out for you and you did take your place cozied up against his side. to your surprise, you did actually scare the living shit out of him from how fast his heart was racing.

— “ruggie, yk i just found out you’re related to turtles, right? and i had to take uncle bobby to the vet to get a dna test because the fish drowned in air.”

— slow roblox turn towards you but instead its his head as he cranes it down to stare at you. you can practically hear the gears in his head turning and you literally could not look at him or you’d blow your cover.🧍🏾

— “i’m sorry,, what the fuck??”

— he’s genuinely confused, asking you questions about your story while his brain tries to put together the pieces. each question he asks, the more its harder to speak in full sentences other than wheezes

— “what are you laughing at, ya little shit? explain this to me!”

— “i’m trying!”

— and you are😭 its like when you have to explain the family tree really slow bc you cant say, “my father’s girlfriend’s son” without him like ???? and you’re trying to explain it to him slowly, eventually forgetting what you said in the first place…

— “…and the fish drowned in air.”

— “yes.”

— “sweetheart, you still haven’t explained how i’m related to turtles—”

[strwbmei]

MEI HEAR ME OUT

(feel free to ignore if your not keen on the idea tho😅)

SERVICE. DOM. TENANT.

Like god she'd KNOW how to treat women right. Also she'd be the typa gal to be overprotective over you. Like just imagine walking down an alley at night and she feels a tad bit danger so she'd go and wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer to her..😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Im also going feral over her morning voice line when she prepares coffee for us 😭😭😭

I just know Tennant would be a service top.

Most, if not all of her pleasure derives from seeing you writhe and squirm beneath her. She's so gentle, too— treating your body with utmost delicacy as if you were more precious than any diamond or jewel in the world. Unless you ask, of course; then, she won't mind treating you as rough as you want her to be. Still, whether you're having soft or rough sex, the one thing that never disappears is her praise. You just look so pretty with your eyes welling up with tears because of the overwhelming pleasure— and she just needs to let you know about it again and again.

Her favorite thing to do is to eat you out. You'd think that that would shut her up— but no, she's even worse. She knows that her words, though muffled as she practically drowns herself in your wetness, sends the best type of shudders up your spine, and she takes full advantage of that fact. Whenever she's in a bad mood, though, all she wants is to bury her face in between your legs and get her fill of you, whether you can take it or not. She'll curse under her breath, chanting a mixture of praises and your name like a mantra as she draws out orgasm after orgasm from you even through your unheard pleas for her to slow down.

Also, the thing about her pulling you closer whenever she feels the slightest bit of danger is so true! It reminds me of the scene in Howl's Moving Castle where some guards were hitting on Sophie and Howl did the exact same to protect her. Which is where I got the idea to draw Tennant as Howl LOL

[bluesworldd]

PT1. Infunami !

↳ pairings: miles 42 x reader

↳ cw/tw: cursing, like 70% proofread, miles going through it, pet names: my love.

↳ genre: angst.

↳ synopsis: miles missed one too many dates and the truth comes out. poor miles

↳ blue says: lets just act like i didn’t disappear for a few months, thanks! enjoy

spoilers ahead !

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fuck

…fuckkkkk

10 missed calls…

miles rushed to get his suit off. fuck how many times has this been? he couldn’t help but think. five..? no five was to little… maybe 10? quickly he called the familiar number.

…ring

…ring

“please leave a-”

fuck. miles had no clue on how he was going to comeback from this one.. its been six months since the two of you started dating and within those six months miles had only took you on about twenty-five dates (yes he counted). now hear him out, 1. the two of you are teenagers and its not much two teenagers can do. 2. it would be way more if you considered cuddling together in your room as a “date”. look miles wasn’t proud of it ok? he s been busy with school and the prowler stuff so hes had a lot on his plate and trust, he does love you, more than you think, but its been a rough couple of months and he cant even remember the last time hes had over six hours of sleep. But fuck it, that was besides the point, now he had to focus on trying to not lose the person he loves….again

quickly he sent a text.

hey..im so sorry about tonight.

he checked the time…only 10:25, you should still be awake. miles knows that because your a bit of a night howl and just like him its hard for you to get sleep most nights…but for different reasons.

anyways.

idk if your still up but if you are just know im coming over.

fuck..im sorry seriously

just please text me back…

after a minute of nothing, in more suitable clothes, miles quickly ran out of his window and straight to you place. ok morales think… maybe a gift? no. miles knows you better, he tried to do that last time and he quickly realized he couldn’t buy your affection back. man that was a shitty three weeks, you had ignored him for a long time before he was at your door for hours begging to talk with him.

miles waited on the sidewalk before a cab stopped near him. getting in he was consumed by his thoughts. so what then? will they even buy the being at work bullshit again?

“kid where to!?” quickly snapping out of his thoughts miles told the cab drive your street address. only 10:33…fuck where did the time go? recently time for miles seemed to be slipping away and fast. never a slow moment to catch his breath or sit down and focus. that seemed to always be the case, especially after…anyways. maybe he could just tell the truth? he chuckled silently to himself. yeah..like thats a fucking option.

“where here” “oh yeah thanks” pulling his wallet out he handed the driver a twenty and a five. “just keep the change” exiting the car miles immediately headed for the back of your apartment where your fire escape was. he couldn’t bother going to your front door, after 6 p.m, no visitors, or rather no boyfriends were allowed in, specifically your mothers orders.

ok morales, just pray you don’t lose your relationships tonight, worry about the rest later. after climbing to the fourth floor he was meet with your window. please be open, please be open, please be- he lifted up the window.

thank god. miles made sure you weren’t in your room before climbing in. ok…now or never. going over towards your door miles knew this was risky. on the off-chance that you mother was up he would be really fucked. before he could open the door someone opened it first.

…miles let out a sigh of relief as he saw your face.

“what the-?!”

he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the room, shutting the door behind him. “….fuck?” you let out a disappointed sigh. “miles..what are you doing here?” a trick question he knew that you knew he was here to apologize but he didn’t say that part out loud, being a smartass would get him nowhere. “look i am beyond sorry-” “yeah i know miles” damn he could hear the hurt in you voice. you had your back turned to him now, focusing on getting you vanity in order. “…if you allow me, i can make it up to you this weekend” “yeah, i know miles…” is that a yes or…? “so…what day do you want to-” “i can always trust that you’ll make it up to me miles but what after?” ok..what? “what do you mean my love?” sighing you turned around to face him again. you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes, quickly mumbling “why do i even bother”

“ok look miles ill um talk to you later ight? it’s getting late anyways” you made your was towards him trying to get to you door. miles stopped you. “fuck, look i know i fucked up but please dont shut me out” he went to grab your hand but you stepped back. yeah, im fucked. “just please hear me out…” “you’ve released ive been hearing you out four times this month right?!” you said, your tone slightly rising. “and im beyond grateful my love, seriously i am, but if you can just hear me out one more time i can explain” turning back around you went to sit down. “well the floors all yours morales” usually, in any other instance, petty comments like that would have pissed him off but he had no right to be upset as of this moment.

“right…ok, i was called in late today. my manager said it was important and i couldn’t just bail on him you know..?” you slightly chuckled. “even you don’t believe that miles” ok yeah thats fair. “just please let me make it up to you my love.” he took a small step towards you “i already said i know that you will” now he was just confused “yeah so what does that mean? you’re saying nothing and everything at the same time” “it means i know that you will make it up to me miles, you always do, but what about after?” “will anything change…?” you voice grew smaller. miles wanted to respond but practically couldn’t. the room was left silent before you spoke up again “right, if thats your final answer than i think you should just-” “no, no, no. i promise i can change, you just have to be…” you glared at him “right…look i couldn’t be more grateful to have you as mine and i seriously dont want to lose you, just please..”

…a silent pause filled the room.

“than tell me the truth” you replied quietly. another silent pause followed. miles couldn’t do that, or else he would definitely lose you. “i..i cant do that.” your face contorted in confusion with a bit of anger. “and why exactly cant you?” you two stared at each before you made up your own conclusions “i see, maybe your too busy entertaining someone else ?” you huffed out. bow it was time for miles to be confused. “what?? why would i-?” miles sighed “no of course not i would never and you know that!” “so than whats the problem miles?! why exactly can’t you tell me the truth?” your voice gradually got louder, your patience clearer at its end. “if i do than you’ll be upset with me, so upset that you’ll most definitely break up with me” miles said quietly, a slight wobble in his voice although it was still prominent enough for you to hear. now you couldn’t help but be concerned. miles rarely got emotional during intense fights between the two of you, thats not to say miles is emotionally unavailable, just that he always stayed cool under pressure and fights.

“miles i cant be more upset with you than i already am, plus im the one asking for the truth so i can’t be mad at you, no matter what it is” you were slowly walking up to him now. hoping to reinsure him. “ok…listen, i cant tell you the full truth but please know im being completely honest when i say that: most times when i cant make it to our dates its because of my work..” you two stared at each other, miles was unable to read your face, although if you asked him, you looked pretty conflicted. as if you were deciding if he was telling the truth or not. after a small pause you came to your conclusion. “you know what miles? if its so hard to just-“

“fuck, ok im the prowler does that help?!”

the room grew silent as before, neither of you uttering a single word.

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[manticore-fangs]

if you've ever watched "still wakes the deep", imagine an cod au with it, but with a few twists. (dont read if you wanna watch it! has a bit of spoilers!)

simon, johnny, price, kyle and the other crew workers on the oil rig, relaxing until the early afternoon comes.

johnny is the person who fixes the electricity. waking up bright and early only for it to turn hell within seconds. he was bouta get fired from rennick. going to the heli before the rig started failing on them.

when johnny met price, the chef. his lungs are killing him, his asthma doing horrible from the short intakes of air from the panic of seeing what almost seems to be an apocalyptic outbreak, he needs his puffer. he looks at soap, asking him to look for the lifeboats and help him find his puffer. please.

the lifeboats all fallen and wrecked from what happened to the oil rig. then johnny was told by rennick to get to the heli! or else he's leaving the lot of you behind!

he then meets simon. his best mate turn into this massive fucking monster. screaming out for help. his large tendrils grabbing and slamming around the crew members on the oil rig, floating around and yelling out "help me!" "please, help me!" "you all are fuckin' bastards" because johnny is so petrified of what his friend became. running away before he could get dragged by those tendrils. just out of reach.

kyle is the one who manages the controls, the one who helps johnny with finding his way around, with the generators and aswell as the navigating his way through the lower parts of the oil rig. calling him through the phones that are on the rig.

when soap was in the generators.. simon evolved and started howling.. he was more aggressive. almost like he wanted to kill johnny.. to harm him in so many ways. "get the fuck over here mactavish!" "im gonna fuckin' get you." "im waiting mactavish." and more obscene curses.

who knows if the men will make it alive. sure hope so. (watch still wakes the deep! such a good horror game with multiple fears like water, darkness and heights.. lots of heights knowing your on a oil rig. the lore is amazing and the creatures too! dont wanna spoil it for everyone.)

[scribblescrabbledepartment]

2 more illustrationsss idk if im really in love with them maybe ill redo them someday

[ID: two illustrations. the first shows two boys walking against the wind in a barren, snowy area. the second shows a creepy, grimy, decaying baby doll.]

story under cut (taken directly from a dream) (this one isnt really my best & it still needs some revising but what ever)

“Do we really have to go all the way out here?”

“Yeah, I wanna show you something.”

Two young boys of eight and ten trudged through a marsh-turned-tundra, one leading the other. The gray sky was difficult to differentiate from the gray ground, and despite the snow and ice covering the area, the land was still somehow spongy and muddy and threatened to pull away their snow boots with each slimy step. Their footsteps would have made a pretty unpleasant crunchy-squishing noise which might be compared to the sound of an enormous beetle being crushed as their boots broke through thin layers of ice and sunk into the marshy ground, but the wind was so eerily loud with its otherworldly howls and whistles that it drowned out nearly every other sound. The younger of the two boys, following behind his older brother, looked warily at the few trees and shrubs poking out of the miserable grayness and thought that they resembled monster skeletons, but would never express this out loud; his brother mustn’t get the idea that he was scared, even though his brother was a little scared himself.

“It’s up there,” the older boy called through the shrieks of the wind. They approached a strange little area which was partially shielded from the weather with monster skeleton trees. About ten feet from the trees was the edge of what couldn’t quite be described as water even during the warmest seasons. It was more like a muddy quicksandy sludge, now mixed with winter slush. Between the slushy sludge and the monster skeletons was a barren strip of land. A couple of objects lay partially covered in muck and snow on the ground.

“What is that?” The younger boy stuck close behind his brother, not feeling particularly fond of anything that was happening right now. His brother snapped a stick off of one of the shrubs and used it to haphazardly dust off the things on the ground—dolls. Two baby dolls that looked like antiques, one still a rosy peach color and in pretty good shape, the other appearing greenish and almost decayed.

“A kid at school told me about this place,” said the older boy, answering before his brother could ask. “Apparently people leave sacrifices for them. You know why?”

His younger brother shook his head. He didn’t know and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. If they didn’t freeze to death out here, he was sure he’d have nightmares for a week just from the visual alone.

“They leave sacrifices because apparently they’re alive. They look pretty dead right now but when nobody’s around they get up and start walking and looking for something to kill, so people leave the sacrifices so they won’t go kill anybody.”

“That’s dumb,” the younger boy said in a voice that trembled much more than he would have liked it to. It was absolutely dumb and it creeped the hell out of him all the same.

“Yeah, it is,” the older boy admitted. “Still kinda neat though. They look really old. I bet they’ve been here for a hundred years.” Doing what, though? He pushed the thought out of his mind. He didn’t need his little brother thinking he was any kind of creeped out.

“Can we go now? This weather sucks,” the younger complained. His brother nodded and they turned around to leave. As they shuffled off, however, the younger boy lost his footing and tumbled over into the vast pond of sludge.

“God dammit,” he cried out in frustration. He knew his brother wouldn’t tell on him for swearing; they always cursed with each other when no adults (or tattle-tales) were around to hear. Grunting, he tried to push himself upright, but he found it very difficult to move in the thick liquid, and his heavy winter clothes didn’t help.

“Here, grab my hand,” the older brother called against the wind, reaching out. His brother somehow seemed much farther away from the edge of the land than he should have been. As he glanced at the ground to make sure he wasn’t stepping into the muck, he noticed that the more decayed-looking doll was missing.

“What the…” he murmured under his breath. He looked back up to his brother and felt his body go numb. On the horizon, moving closer, was what appeared to be a tiny figure.

“Come on, grab my hand!” He tried not to let his panic show as he leaned out over the edge of the pond, but something in his voice tipped his brother off. The younger boy turned his head and saw the doll swimming toward him, slowly but surely, and he began to scream. He screamed and reached as far as he could and tried to shuffle out of the sludge but it was much more difficult than it was getting in, and the doll grew closer. They could see its arms slowly going around like windmills in their creaky sockets in a very poor imitation of swimming and if it had been a scene from a movie they would have been laughing hysterically, but it wasn’t a movie and the movement somehow managed to push the doll with relative ease through the same almost-liquid that trapped the younger boy.

The two were becoming increasingly frantic as the younger brother struggled to free himself and the older boy briefly considered stepping in just a little bit to reach him, but then he surely would have wound up just as stuck as his brother and of no help to anybody. He stretched his arm out as far as he could, nearly falling into the pond as he reached, and as he finally brushed his brother’s fingertips he noticed that the doll had disappeared. And suddenly, so did his brother as something pulled him under at a terrifying speed, leaving the older boy standing stunned and alone in the desolate, miserable grayness.

[crystlizabeth]

Cowboy Casanova

Phillip Graves x Black!Shepherd!femreader

Warnings: age gap(reader is 23 Graves is 32), teasing, suggestive, cursing. Smut. Car sex bc graves and car sex itches my brain just right. Slight angst ig at the end. As always not proofread💆🏾‍♀️

Summary: going to the rodeo with your family, but your dad decides to bring some of his coworkers, little dose he know your dating the ‘Shadow’ as your dad calls him. It gonna be one hell of a night.

P.2

“Oh I forgot to tell you..” Your father spoke taking a drink from his beer. “I invited a friend, Graves.” He finished. Your eyes widen at the mention, your father had unintentionally invited your boyfriend. It wouldn’t be such a problem if one your relationship with graves was not something your father would be fond of and two he wasn’t almost 10 years older than you.

You shared a look with your older sister her already looking at you, she knew. She’s known but this she wanted to laugh at how scared you looked. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him, he still workin’ in the air?” Your brother asked.

You finished your beer off removing yourself from the conversation they started grabbing your sister by the hand taking her back into the beer garden with you. Finally getting away from your family you looked at your sister “Im gonna actually off myself, Nessa WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.” You groaned your hands running down your face.

She laughed no that bitch fucking howled “This is fuckin amazing. Holy shit.” She slapped her hand landing on your shoulder.

“Daddy invited, yo lil boyfriend!”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah but at least you’re finna get laid tonight.” She continued laughing.

You internally scream as you paid for your beer, the two of you returning to your family through the crowd of people. Upon returning there the cowboy stood conversatating with your parents. His eye found your after hearing your mother call your name “You remember Phillip right?” You mother asked.

You nodded “Mmhm I remember him.” Smiling at him as he returned a smile, god.. He looked good in a cowboy hat, his shirt tucked into his dark wrangler’s a silver buckle and his square toed boots.. mmm you would mind taking him here but unfortunately your parentals were present.

“Babygirl how bout you show Philip to the beer garden, we’ll meet y’all at our seats yeah?” Your father spoke handing you two tickets. You gave your father a look, “your sister can go with yall if you’re shy babygirl.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes “common cowboy.” You said turning around. Phillip gladly following behind you after being for sure out of sight Graves came up behind you his and resting his hand on your hip his thumb going through your belt loop.

“Whats wrong doll.” He teased placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Umm just that my Father invited my boyfriend who is seriously of limits to me in his perspective.” You spoke you hand holding his wrist.

“Scared we’ll get caught pretty girl. Common, ‘otta have s’more faith in me.” He said making you both stop facing eachother his calloused hands resting above your low rises on the bare skin, his face leaning in close a greedy smirk displayed on his face.

“Maybe because my father with actually kill you and burn your body in a foreign country.” You smiled letting your hands run down his chest slowly nails dragging slightly.

“Mmm probably but lets not worry ‘bout that right now sweet girl.” He said kissing you lips softly, your hand pushed on his chest.

“We get caught its on yo ass Graves.” You spoke pushing your lips together pressing color back into your lipstick, your hand wiping the darker neutral color of his lips. He gave you a smug grin slapping your ass lightly before continuing to the bar. Fuckin tease.

You placed your self next to him leaning against the bar your arms resting against under your boobs lifting them very nicely giving Phillip and the bar tender and nice view, your cropped gray tank top sat low showing off the top your pretty light blue bra the lace sitting all pretty. Your washed out miss me’s sitting low enough on your back to show your dimple piercings, mmm and did Lip enjoy the view, was he jealous that the other boys where looking at you oh of fucking corse but at the end of the day you were his all his so let ‘em little boys look. He continued you admire you as you both worked on your drinks you wore a straw cowboy hat with a little charm on the front and your belt the buckle bring your fit together yeah you looked so damn good…

“Finish that, we gotta go out to my truck.” He spoke, taking one last swig of his bud light.

“Why?” You asked eventually finishing your beer anyway 3rd one down.

He gave you a look motioning his head to the exit.

Oh…

Oh!

“Lets go!” You grinned pulling him by his hand through the crowd. Luckily it was starting to get dark and Phillips tint would do the trick, pulling out your phone you sent a text to your sister.

‘Hey cover for me be back in like 20-30 minutes love ya!💋’

Nessa💆🏾‍♀️

‘Ight j dont be to long dont want daddy getting suspicious.’

With that you put your phone back in your bag as you two walked to his truck, it being parked somewhere in a dead end street. Opening the back door to his GMC you quickly got it him following you after, he started his truck so the ac could start cooling the inside from the Louisiana sun.

“Lets make this fast don’t want your daddy to worry bout his little girl.” He teased taking your hat of replacing it with his, his hands starting to work on his jeans as you worked on yours you fully discarding your pants.

Your lips met his, both of your lips moving in sync. Phillips hands made there way to you ass grabbing a hand full of flesh as he rocked your hips onto him. “Matching set.?” Lip spoke in between kisses.

You smiled agains his lips “I thought it was cute..” you stated knowing damn well this was one of the sets he had bought you it being a favorite. You felt his hand go to move your panties to the side and he freed himself from his briefs.

You lifted yourself up letting him line himself up to you. Your hands griping his shoulders as you sunk down on to him letting out a soft moan, the movement of your hips causing his head to fall back against the window.

“God you feel so good sweetheart, made just for me huh?” He groaned, a small whimper escaping his mouth when you fasted your pace.

His hands moving your hips as well, your body falling closely to him placing soft kisses on his neck your lipstick leaving stains as well as soft red marks from sucking on him. The truck moving slightly at the fast movement, Phillip fucking himself into you. His arms hugged your waist as he kept his pace up as you fucked him back your cunt dripping of arousal the mix of fluids making a white ring around the base of his cock.

“Fuck Lip..” you moaned, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Common sweetheart hold on a lil bit longer for me I’m s’ close.” He slurred, feeling your walls tighten around him.

“Please.. please let me cum.” You begged her face muffled into his shoulder.

“Nah common baby let me hear you.” He spoke his hands gathering your hair pulling your head back.

“Fuck please let me cum, please daddy let me cum.” You begged, the knot in your stomach becoming unbearable.

He let out an amused chuckle his pace not slowing down. “Yeah you wanna cum?” He asked his tone faking sympathy. “ ‘mon pretty girl use that filthy mouth of yours.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure causing your head to go fuzzy your mouth hanging open slightly as moans continue to slip from your lips. “Look at you all cock drunk.” He degraded.

“Please I- I cant hold it anymore… fuck daddy please.” You pleaded, your nail’s digging into his shoulders.

He wore an amused smirk enjoying your begging, they way you pleaded drove him crazy. Your walls pulsing he knew you couldn’t keep it together for much longer and that if he kept you her to long suspension would come upon your father.

He groaned his balls starting to tighten “mm cum for me sweetheart, fuckin cum f’ me.” He grip releasing your braids wrapping his arms hugging your waist once again his face buried in your breast as he came undone.

Phillip whimpering as he filled you up stuffing you full. After catching both of yours breath you began to redress yourself, Graves grabbing a napkin from his glove box cleaning up his mess that was currently dripping down your thighs into his leather seat, Also wiping the spot on his covers thigh.

“Made a mess did we.” You laughed noticing the stain on his leg.

“You made a mess.” He corrected.

“Could have been worse.” You winked, he knew what you meant and he nodded.

You both exited the vehicle a group of four walking by they looked away from the two of you minding there business. Cute.

Helping you out he took his hat back giving your back to you, placing the hat on your head he gave you a deep kiss. “Your lipstick is smudged doll.” He smirked.

Fuck, you let your hands whipe around your mouth. Phillip watching you he couldn’t help but smile, little did he know he had a few hickeys light but they were there. You both continued on to the gate getting a drink then heading in to the rodeo, your mother of course had to ask questions.

“Where has y’all be, it been like 30 minutes?” She questioned your father looking up taking a sip of his drink.

“I had to use the bathroom and feed him so fried Oreos because he’s never had ‘em.” You spoke innocently the lie rolling off your tongue so easily.

She shook her head letting y’all sit down you in between your father and boyfriend. Your father giving the two of you a look that caused your stomach to drop, but Phillip ignored it tried to anyway. You glance over at him noticing a light lipstick stain, your lipstick stain it wasn’t very visible but it was still there if your wore a lighter shade maybe could have gotten away with it but as of now he knew he had to.

“Graves come get a drink with me.” Your father spoke, Tapping your leg to let him through.

Oh shit, shit shit shit!

Lip nodded standing up going down the bleachers with your father. You looked over at your sister who was next to your mother, Nessa giving you a panicked look.

Phillip stood in line with your father the silence thick. The noise of the fair and rodeo seemed so dreadfully loud. Phillip soon opened his mouth to say something but was cut off “how long have you been sleeping with my daughter.” Shepherd spoke dangerously calm.

“Im sorry?” Graves asked, his heart dropped into his stomach.

Shepherd turned his head looking him dead in the eye “How. Long. Have you been sleeping. With my daughter.”

Phillip wasn’t one to show weakness nore fear but right now he was fucking scared, he made a reckless misstep because he couldn’t keep it in his pants for a few more hours. “Sir, I.. shit.” He took a breath his voice slightly shaky.

“For about 9 or so months now.” He spoke, you two have known each other longer but have been together since late February.

Shepherds head turned back looking in front of him ordering his beer. The two men stepped out of line Phillip trying to explain the situation but he wasn’t having it.

“You realize my daughter is almost 10 fucking years younger than you. And I told you Graves, you and your boys being around my family you were forbidden to involve your self with any on my daughters, Natalie, Vanessa, (name). Yet here I’m finding myself having this conversation with you because your sleeping with my youngest.” Shepherd spoke his voice still calm not wanting to cause a scene, but Shepherd was livid.

Graves had just dug his own grave, they had been caught. “Sir Im aware how old she is and I know I wasn’t supposed to get involved with your daughters life it just happened… we-” Phillip spoke getting caught off.

“I don’t want to hear excuses Phillip, let me make this clear. You can stay the rest of the night because I invited you but when you take my daughter to her apartment tonight because she’ll use her sister to cover for her. I want you to cut contact with her or I will release you if your duties.” Shepherd said his face close to Phillips.

“Do I make myself clear boy.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

With that the two men returned on there way back. Phillip couldn’t believe how easily he gave into your father, how easily he just had to leave you. He couldn’t do that to you nor himself, but his career,  was at risk something he’s worked hard for something her loved yet cherished you. He loved you, so fucking much. Walking back up he saw the worried expression your wore through a small smile, he gave you a reassuring smile nodding at you as he sat down.

Your head turned looking at him, but you couldn’t read him, nothing.

The night went by slower than you would have liked, the rodeo ended at about 11 your family and Phillip now on the way out and you had done exactly what your dad had known. You had used your sister as cover walking the opposite direction with her and Lip Nessa soon seeing her way out.

Getting in the truck you finally spoke “What did my father say?” She asked, he brows frowned.

He didn’t say anything he only began to start driving, his blue eyes focused on the road.

“Phillip what did you and my dad talk about..” now you were scared.

“Baby…”

“Lets talk when he get you back to your place..” he spoke his hand laying on your thigh rubbing it softly.

So you guys did getting into your apartment you took your boots off placing you hat and bag down, Phillip followed in behind you but didn’t remove his shoes he wasn’t wearing his hat anymore. You walked up to him going to him your hands going to touch his face, but he stoped you his hands grabbing your wrist.

“We cant do this anymore..” he whispered.

What? No what the fuck.

“What do you mean..” you couldn’t feel the lump in your throat form you knew what he ment.

“Doll don’t look at me like that… please don’t look at me that way…” his voice soft, his blue eyes focused on you.

“No, no fucking tell me. You cant just.” You spoke, you voice breaking.

“What did he tell you, what did he make you think.” You asked your hands now in fist.

“(Name) dont make this harder than it had to be. He knows…”

“No shit he know you’re standing here breaking up with me!” You shouted pulling you hands from his grip pushing him back a little.

“What the fuck Phillip! are- are you kidding me…” you cried out.

“Why..” you asked letting out a frustrated cry.

“Im 32 sweetheart, your only 23 you have so much to live for. Im… im only gonna hold you back..” he spoke, that lie made him sick, you were living he would never do anything to hold you back. Yet that that excuse he chose to you and you called bullshit.

“Did he threaten releasing you from your position?”

He looked down at her “No.. no”

“Stop lying dont fucking protect him, tell me.” You spoke sternly few tears falling down your face.

Graves looked at you, he hated how you were about the only person that could see through his lies. “He did..”

And you knew how much that job meant to him, how hard he worked for the shadow company how many years he put into the military and now you stood in the way of that. You couldn’t blame him, but it hurt, hurt even more when you weren’t gonna let your father take that away from him. Phillip took a step towards you he wanted to explain you knew the love that he carried for you, but you weren’t gonna make him chose because he was considering it.

“Don’t let me come in between that, I sorry Lip I- I didn’t know he would do that. That he was going to threaten you position.” His heart broke hearing your words.

“Please don’t apologize, never apologize.. I love you so much I hope you know that. I don’t want to lose you.” He spoke taking your face in his hands making you look at him, tears stained your features.

“Phillip, your worked so hard for all of that, don’t chose me over 10 years of hard work. I cant make you do that. I openly went against my fathers wishes and his we were reckless and now you have to go back to work don’t let me drag you down.” Her hands held into his forearm your heads weight falling into his hands.

No, you couldn’t. You could never hold him down, he wanted you and would give up his line of work to be with you. But you wouldn’t let him.

“Doll, don’t say that you could never hold me back.” He spoke his eyes starting to gloss over.

Dont cry, not in-front if her not now.

“You gotta go Lip… you- god, you have to let me go as I do too” you sobbed quietly.

He pulled you in close wrapping his arms tightly around you, “please don’t give up on me.” He whispered his head laying onto of yours, your soft cries muffled into his shirt. He could feel the wet spot build up on his shirt.

“Go Phillip.” You said making yourself push against him, “Fucking go! Please!” You pushed him back.

“I love you (name)..” he spoke softly.

Your bottom lip trembled “I love you too..”

It felt as if someone had just stabbed him over and over and fucking over just left to bleed out.

Maybe this was it.



Okayy I felt dramatic so here’s some angst maybe a part 2 im not sure though we’ll see!

[weixuldo]

Allow me// ch 15

Vader x Reader

a/n: sooo little life update- schools starting back up and i’ll be busier with the cafe and my classes so updates may start to be a bit slower again :( im sorry- but ill try to keep on top of things as much as i can!! also this chapter was written in several diff sessions so im sorry if it doesn’t read well 😭 it’s basically a bunch of miscommunication and misconceptions

A moment of weakness? or just a part of being human?

warnings: cursing, angst, harm, medical procedures, cannon typical violence

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Vader bit back a scream as he gripped your hand; the droids working on removing his leg ports were not as gentle as you had been with his arms (regardless of the ice water method). 

“It’ll be over soon V, I’m so sorry” you comforted as he trembled. 

The searing pinch of the lasers around his sensitive stumps made him dizzy with pain. He just wanted the melted ports off. 

Once more he gritted his teeth to suppress another howl of anguish.

You clenched your eyes shut at a particularly forceful squeeze; you didn’t want to tell him it hurt because you knew what he was experiencing was far worse. 

He groaned once the droid pulled off the warped metal from what remained of his legs and threw them into the disposal bin.

The droid moved away to prepare the new ports, allowing Vader a moment to breathe. 

He exhaled a shaky breath and loosened his grip on you; he saw the red marks on your hand where his just was and felt guilty. This was not your fight, you shouldn’t have to help him through this when you weren’t even involved.

A part of him also was just embarrassed that he was so vulnerable right now, especially in front of you. 

He needed to be the strong and fear-striking sith he normally was- not only for himself, but for you too.

What if you didn’t like this side of him?

Of course in the past you told him you liked all of him, vulnerable, strong, and everything in between- but that was before you saw him when he truly needed help. 

This was still your first time seeing him fully out of his suit, seeing him have to ask for assistance with every little task, seeing him human. 

What if you were pitying him? Did you think of him as a burden now? 

He shut his eyes once he saw the droid returning, hopefully this wouldn’t be as bad since it was just putting on new ports rather than tearing old ones off. 

The ends of his legs ached much more than his arms; the droid had to sear off some of the skin around the metal and a bit higher on his thigh to fully remove everything.

His legs were also much more affected by the lava and flames based on the position he was thrown in. 

Vader sucked in a sharp breath as he felt the droid running disinfectant over his open wounds. You reached for his hand to hold once you saw he was shaking again but he snatched his arm from you dramatically. 

Vader didn’t mean to do it so harshly- he had problems with dexterity and motor skills when he was out of the suit- he was just so worried you wouldn’t be the way you were before he left if he continued to let you see him in such a vulnerable state. 

He needed to salvage the remaining image of a strong leader you still had left of him. 

He needed to do this alone. 

You, on the other hand, felt saddened by his action- all you wanted to do was be there for him, comfort him…

Even if it were a stupid notion; you wanted to be the one person in the galaxy the Sith lord could always count on… maybe even the only one to love.

Of course it was foolish to think he could love you the way you wanted him to… but you could try. 

Despite your efforts, he pulled away… were you becoming too clingy? Were you smothering him?

You fretted over the hypotheticals as you backed away from his table. 

You watched the muscles in his jaw clench with every movement of the droid- he was in so much pain and all you wanted to do was take it away for him… but apparently he didn’t want you to. 

Once the droid got the first port secured you exited the room silently. Best to give him some space.

 Vader sensed your exit and felt saddened at your absence- why did you leave? Were you really that disgusted with him? 

He had a familiar wave of shame as he heard the steel doors slide closed behind you; would you come back if he called for you?

No.

He needed to do this alone, plus it was probably for the better, he didn’t want you to gain more aversion towards him than you apparently already had.

As he endured the operation on his leg and thoughts of you leaving him; he felt the uncomfortable sensation of bile rising in the back of his throat. 

Now it was definitely a good thing you weren’t here. 

He closed his eyes again and tried to quell the urge… so what if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings? He was Darth Vader, lord of the Sith- you couldn’t  say no to him. He could end you-

The contents of his tired stomach emptied themself as Vader rolled onto his side. There wasn’t much for him to lose, but the motion of his esophagus simply wouldn’t stop. He gagged and heaved on his side as he imagined “ending you”.

Even if you truly hated him and posed a threat to his empire, he couldn’t kill you… he wouldn’t be able to.

It made him physically sick to think about your death. You meant too much-

It would break his heart…

Once he gained his bearings another droid came to his aid offering a towel and oxygen. It cleaned his chest and his mess before the original resumed the operation. 

He’d have to talk to you eventually… he couldn’t keep letting his mind wander. 

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Outside of the exam room you sat quietly; hands fidgeting in your lap. You were so worried about Vader that it never occurred to you that he might not want you there.

You just assumed- maybe that was foolish of you. 

You cringed as you heard his muffled cries while the bot secured the his new port. It was hard for you not to immediately rush to his side but you reminded yourself to restrain. 

After a while you felt the familiar pull of Vader’s force signature- guess he wanted to speak with you now. You prepared yourself to face whatever mood was waiting for you behind the metal door. 

Vader was testing his temporary limbs when you entered; he sat up attentively and watched as you cautiously walked towards him. 

“Why did you leave?” he asked as if he didn’t act like your presence annoyed him ten minutes ago.

“I just thought I wasn’t helping you much by standing here and I felt that my presence was not wanted, I’m sorry sir” you accidentally added the title, making Vader cringe- back to formalities…

“Sir” he echoed. 

Your eyes widened and corrected yourself “My apologies… “my Lord””. 

Vader chewed on the inside of his cheek at your reaction- he knew you didn’t mean it in a facetious way; he could tell you were genuinely on edge. 

“Please, do not revert to titles again- I… did not intend to be so brash with you” he said as his eyes intensely scanned your face. 

“Of course, It is no problem at all, you were perfectly fine” you responded shortly. 

He knew you were just trying to not upset him- stepping on eggshells. That's exactly what he didn’t want; he didn’t want to intimidate you into telling him what you thought he wanted to hear (he had a whole galaxy of subjects to lie to him on the daily, he didn’t need that from you too). 

Sure, he wanted to preserve the strong leader image he had for you, but he also wanted you to be comfortable to talk to him on the same level- to trust him. 

Vader focused his energy and watched your relieved face once his force signature descended warmly over you; this was his way of offering you comfort (since he wasn’t completely sure how you felt about his body in this state).

As you felt the warm sensation wash over your body, a small sigh escaped your lips. He seemed regretful- sympathetic- apologetic even?

You were just so caught up in his fragile state that you may have hovered a bit too much- it was only because you cared for the sith so much. It was probably best to distance yourself.

“Would you like me to stay or shall I go?” you asked with a small smile. 

Vader’s brow bone quivered as his eyes called for you (he desperately wanted you to stay but he was too ashamed to admit his desire). 

“Do as you wish.”

“I believe I will take my leave then”. 

You cast your gaze to the floor and blinked back a few tears before managing to meet his eyes again. You didn’t speak; your eyes were glassy and held an expression that could not read. His blood ran cold. 

Nothing was exchanged for a few moments- only intense eye contact. 

“I disgust you” Vader's weak, raspy voice managed, breaking the terrible silence. 

“Vader-” you said softly, watching his eyes transition between yellow and blue. 

“Have I ruined us? This is what I was worried about- I never should have allowed you to get this close- I never should have let you in” he monologued (more-so to himself than anyone else).

“I was a fool to think you would want to stay by my side after you had seen my reality- I am broken… But I never wanted you to witness my incompetence... my weakness”.

His face contorted into a pained grimace and his voice became more hoarse than it already was; you could tell that tears would have been forming if his tear ducts weren’t burnt from past wounds. 

“Vader-” you called once more as you walked towards him slowly. 

He looked frightened as you cupped his cheek with one of your hands. 

“You have done none of these things. You do not disgust me and never have”.

He inhaled sharply as your thumb brushed over his scarred cheek. You bent down to kiss his forehead when he grabbed your other hand with his robotic ones. His eyes were purely blue when he searched yours once more. 

“Then why did you leave?” his voice was wavering with each syllable. 

Your brows furrowed for a moment, “what do you mean, V?”.

The nickname was a relief to his ears, but he pressed on, “Just a moment ago- the droids were working on my legs…”. 

“I assumed you didn’t want me here… you snatched your hand from me-”

Vader closed his eyes and rested his head against your chest. 

“I… have mobility issues whenever I am out of my suit for long periods of time” he said.

“I see, but why- why did you pull away in the first place- I know you intended to, I felt it”. 

“Would you be content if I were to tell you it was because I was trying to protect our relationship- or arrangement (or whatever the fuck we are)”.

You shook your head and he tilted his head towards yours, “No V, I wouldn’t”.

He sighed and sat up straight. 

“I was afraid that you were pitying me… I was afraid you would no longer desire me the way I do you. I thought if I pushed you away that you may not have to see me in such a state for much longer” he admitted, holding tightly onto your hands. 

He really was just a broken man with anxieties just like you- his vulnerability did not avert you from him; if anything it endeared you to him- he was making an effort to connect with you. He trusted you. 

“You could have just told me-”

“No! I couldn’t have- I… I’m not good with managing my thoughts and emotions, or conveying them at least'' he sulked before you tilted his jaw towards you and kissed him softly. 

“I think you’re doing a pretty good job- It really means the galaxy to me that you’re stepping outside of your comfort zone… for me” you said softly before kissing his cheeks. 

“Vader… I will always belong to you, we do not need to define us if you do not wish to- just know, no other being in the galaxy could captivate me the way you do… I am solely devoted to you”. 

Vader felt dizzy at your confession; you were truly loyal to him and that’s all he’d ever wanted (or so he thought).

But he couldn't help the nagging feeling in the back of his skull… he wanted more… he wanted love. 

“Now, we have some time before the emperor comes by for your inspection, right?” you asked, walking towards the droid that just finished his operation. 

Vader cleared his scratchy throat and nodded, “He shouldn’t be here for at least another five hours. Why do you ask?”.

You powered off the droid and turned back towards the man on the operating table, “because I think you should get some rest”.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep-”

“Not in here, I want you to actually get good sleep” you said, preparing a cloak for him. 

You helped him put his arms through the sleeves and loosely tied the robe around his waist (careful to not make it too tight around his still healing skin).

After giving him a small kiss to his cheek you helped him dawn a portable oxygen mask that looked almost identical to the black mask he wore in his bacta tank. 

You pulled the large hood over his head and took one of his metallic hands in yours as you headed for the door. 

“What are you doing?” he asked in a hushed tone. 

“Just follow me” you whispered, ducking around the corner. 

Luckily Vader’s chambers weren’t surveilled by the ship’s general command center- so it was easy to sneak him around without worrying about the cameras. 

Before you entered the general corridor you told him to disconnect the cameras until the two of you passed. He was tired and agreed because he didn’t feel like arguing- with a simple flick of his mechanical wrist he intercepted the surveillance links and made them blurry as the two of you made your way to the end. 

Before he could ask where you were taking him again you quickly pulled him into a room and shut the door. He removed the hood and took in his surroundings- he was in your room. 

“Why-”

“I know you wouldn’t have been able to relax on that stiff table, at least here you can have something comfortable to lie on” you said, turning on the warm bedside lamp. 

You guided him to the edge of your bed and helped him undress; the whole time he watched you in awe. You were so thoughtful, so tender, so wonderful. 

“Here, I'll turn the pressure up” you said, removing the tight mask from his scarred face. 

Once he was finally situated you pulled your blankets over him; they were a bit short for his tall frame, but his legs really didn’t need the warmth (the prosthetics had no temperature sensors).

His tired eyes blinked slowly as he felt the exhaustion catching up with him. He tried to fight it as much as he could because he desperately wanted to spend more time with you- but he also really did need sleep. 

Vader was positioned in the middle of your bed and you were perched on the side near his abdomen. You could feel his energy draining by the second (the force bond you shared was sensitive, yet strong). 

“Sleep well Vader” you cooed as you caressed the side of his face.

He reveled in the soft gentle brush of your beautiful hands. He wanted to stay awake- he wanted to hold you.

“Will you be here when I wake, My Darling?” he rasped out. 

A smile replaced the neutral look on your face- maybe it was just his delirium but he had never used such an endearing term with you.

Sure, he called your “My Dear” but it wasn’t the same as “My Darling”. 

Before you could respond the Sith had succumbed to his exhaustion; chest rising and falling steadily (though you could still hear the wheezing of his damaged lungs). 

In your head you reviewed the events that transpired today- he was really trying for you, something the Sith wouldn't go out of his way to do for just anybody.

You mulled over your emotions and actions towards him and his to you today...Maybe his feelings towards you weren't as different as yours.

Slowly you leaned down to plant a gentle kiss onto his forehead and got up cautiously (careful not to wake him),

“Of course- I will always be here, my Love”. 

***

a/n: well well well- what do we have here?? are they finally going to admit their feelings towards eachother? who knowsss- ngl i don’t have a definite plan for this fic but i hope it’s still enjoyable and coherent for u all haha

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[a-fuked-up-mess]

the dynamic between yuji and nobara is so, so chaotic and funny and similar to eachother like they're on the same wavelength and oh my gods, still so nonsensical that it's hilarious.

next, the live action scenes are just... i can understand manga fans' frustration in action scenes a bit because it's literally something else entirely to see it flow like that than to see its picture by picture.

these negative emotions of mankind become the source of curses, they said. and yuji put all his negative emotions which are hate, fear and regret to turn it into that red flame fist. from this im assuming that all the negative emotions are also what jujutsu sorcerers use as their powers? and by basic fantasy logic, the stronger the emotions, the stronger the power ig? and as they said gojo is the strongest... does that mean he has a lot of negativity inside? eh dunno.

and after the howl, when sukuna comes out and fights that white, raisin looking curse... damn. and after he creates his domain and kills the curse and all. yup, epic. also, ryomen sukuna... why's he kinda... um... no nvm.

again, some scenes i should mention: idiot level teachings on special grade, yuji and nobara after the exit was lost and then petting with megumi's dog, megumi and itadori arguing over tadashi's dead body and yuji's internal struggle about the idea of "a proper death", megumi summoning animals, nobara (almost dying): you know i really hate frogs/megumi (trying to rescue her): well that's just too damn bad, the scene when sukuna burns that white, raisin looking curse with purple flame, and, nobara's phone's death because of kiyotaka ijichi lmao.

last, from ep3, that log entry of a curse being born and one of the three first year dying... is it itadori? because at the end of ep4, when sukuna asks him to switch, he doesn't or maybe... he can't. so is yuji stuck inside the body or something? or maybe im reading too much into it

[indouloureux]

JOSEPH X READER WHERE SHES ALWAYS COLD AND HE ALWAYS HAS STUFF TO WARM HER UP

(hugs, giving her his hoodie, wrapping them in blankets etc) !!!

I WANT BC IM ALWAYS COLD CISJDKDJ thank u for requesting!!

— you seek warmth from your boyfriend after an argument. (hope you don't mind i'm switching it up a bit hehe)

the eerie howling keeps you up; it's what you tell yourself. because you don't want to admit it — you and your whimsical, colossal, pride. it's the lack of warmth, the three mugs of coffee, it's the insomnia, it's the darkness that keeps you up.

not him. no. no, tonight, you're mad at him. mad at him for yelling, for getting just as pissed of as you were, for not apologizing. you curse your boyfriend in your head, wrapping the blanket around you, your body curled 'till your knees are tucked beneath your chin. your breath shakes when you sigh, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

why is it so fucking cold?

it's because it's october, dipshit. you berate yourself. you can sleep alone. it's not like you slept with a life-size teddy bear 'till the end of your adolescence. suck it up.

you turn, seeing the empty, kempt space your boyfriend left. he's sleeping on the couch tonight, and you can imagine how he probably held the same sour expression you're harboring right now; twisting and turning, back aching, and cold.

he's not here to leave the bed and give you one of his hoodies right now, or pull out an extra blanket and wrap it around you like a burrito. he's not here to take you into his arms, tuck your head beneath his chin and kiss you goodnight.

a continuous amount of shivering keeps testing your patience. and finally, after one last shiver that makes your feet as cold as a corpse, you huff like a petulant child. you wrap the blanket over your shoulders, let your socked feet meet the ground and leave the bed.

you feel immediate regret bounce through you. don't go. you're mad, remember? stay in bed. wear five layers of sweaters, for fuck's sake. don't go to him.

the doorknob twists, like a glacier beneath your trembling palm. the door creaks quietly when you open it, wincing when it does, and you're greeted by a dark hallway, and the dimmest of light igniting from the living room, which you can assume comes from joseph's phone. you tiptoe your way to the living room, cotton socks assisting your attempt in silence.

but unfortunately for you, once your figure appears in the living room, joseph's looking up from his phone. from the screen that illuminates his weary face, you can see the worry lines across his forehead and his a sheen layer of gloom from his sunken eyes makes your heart ache.

"what are you doing up?" his voice is shaky, although monotone. his attempt at trying to make it seem like he gave no care on your awake state frustrates you — you expected him to sit up, at least, let his voice waver in longing and concern when he sees you. but no; he's being as prideful as you are.

you wrap the blanket tighter, tucking your hands beneath, and you fight the urge not to roll your eyes even though you're uncertain if he can see you or not.

"i'm..."

don't say it. don't. just ignore him, go to the kitchen, get a glass of water and drink, then go back inside. don't you fucking dare—

"i'm cold," you murmur, quiet but loud enough for him to hear. you visibly see his gears rotate in his head, contemplating his next decision. despite your displeasure against him, you hope he'd do something, at least. give you his hoodie, or apologize, or something that'll help with this ache in your chest because, well, you miss him.

you watch as he sits up slowly, tearing his eyes from you so he could cross his arms in front of him, hands clutching the end of his hoodie and undresses it from himself. joseph stands up, nods at you to indicate that you approach him. "c'mon."

heart pounding, you bite back a smile when you do, standing in front of him. joseph takes the blanket from you and tosses it to the couch, on top of his own, and urges you to raise your arms. when you do, he slips his hoodie in.

dior. cigarettes, faint scent of tea, and him. his fragrance circulates your nostrils, enough to soften your stiff stance. joseph deflates, a quick smile painting his face before he's grabbing your hand and pulling you to the couch.

he sits down first. "still wanna sleep beside me, or do you wanna go back inside?"

unhesitant, you press your knee on the couch and lay sideways, falling until you feel his pillow hit your temple softly. with the blanket over his arm, he slowly copies you, his arm wrapping around your upper body with the covers draped over your joint bodies.

when his hand pats your hair down, you let yourself nestle into his chest, your nose right on his neck, closing your eyes with a deep sigh. joseph does the same, couldn't help himself but press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"i'm sorry i yelled at you," you whisper against his skin, his predominant warmth drowning all the brumal temperature of your brittle heart.

joseph hugs you tighter. "'s okay,"

"it's not," you shift and pull away slightly, toying with the silver chain on his neck, hooking your cold finger beneath to look up at him. "i yelled at you and- and got mad at you for no reason. i'm sorry."

"i'm sorry, too," his voice's soft, somewhat croaked. he cups your jaw carefully, his hand homely as it settles against your skin. "shouldn't have yelled. i should have listened to you. i love you, 'm sorry."

he leans up to kiss your forehead again, keeping you close to him. the bitter cold's futile in its attempt to render your body frozen in the winter season, because he's here now; his arms wrapped around you, his lips hot against your forehead, and you find yourself slipping into slumber faster than how your pride had withered.

[7nessasaryevils]

Ahhh my favourite day of the week! I wanted to watch earlier but today's been so hectic so this is a very late screaming crying throwing up review of Wandee Goodday! Let us begin!

- oh lovely... pain right out the fucking gate why won't you assholes let me breathe???? Poor Cher having to watch the men he loves fight 😭😭

- ohhhh that Cher Yei hug... (gwenchana count 1)

- both yak and yei breaking down in the arms of the men they love most... fucking hell we haven't even gotten to the opening credits! (Also Cher and Dee just silently comforting their boys... gods I'm soft 🥹🥺)

- Dee taking care of yak by physically comforting him and then making sure he eats is just so goddamn sweet... fucking asshole

- Dee pouting because yak says he loves granmama is so boyfriend coded im smacking my head against a wall

- oh wow this is a yei-pain centric episode and we are really putting my son through the wringer

- Cher and Dee becoming the in-laws we needed ♥️♥️

- fuck the simple domesticity of you and your partner working in silence each doing your own thing ♥️♥️♥️

- Dee verbally reinforcing his belief in yak (gwenchana count 2)

- ZAZAKI NY BABIE HI!!!

- oh gods I love him immediately asking why yak isn't doing the fight

- real talk: I get why Yei is so mad at his father... to be that young and lose your mom and then be told by the only other adult in your life that you are now responsible for your little brother, a business, and a legacy is a lot. The resentment he has against his dad is understandable and so is Yak's forgiveness for him. While Yei decided he didn't need his father anymore, Yak decided to stay connected to the only other parent he does have because in that way he's still connected to his mom. My babies have been through it 🥺

- oh look the in-laws are all meeting!

- while I love that we're showing off Dr. Dee... AUTOMATIC DISCREDITING SIR!!! How in the fuck is that doctor telling you - a nonmember of the family- about papa phadetseuk's diagnosis??

- HOWLING 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 are you two cursed to be stuck with my sons is such a sad thing to say I love it!!!

- Cher really said "I'm sick and tired of you idiots fighting I'm telling your dad!" 🤣🤣🤣

- yei's heartbroken face... oh gods why do these brothers always look so good when they're devastated?!?

- I'm so fucking fine look how goddamn utterly fine I am so so wonderfully fine (sobs in the corner)

- I love that we address how grief can break people in the worst way and that both papa Phadetseuk and Yei are taking accountability for the past few years

- this episode really was out to hurt and yet heal my little boxer family and I love it!

- awww cute yei and Cher scenes!

- WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD FUCK ME (fuck Cher actually) HOLY SHIT

- FAMILY KARAOKE!!!

- ohhh... here we go dee backstory time!! (Tiny Dee is precious and I am going to steal him my goodness)

- granmama and yak being besties is exactly what I needed in my life ♥️

- SAY THE DAMN WORDS WANDEE!!! Although finally understanding that you love yak is fucking great!!

And for next week!

Out fashionable grim reaper is back, my son gets hurt, and we have actual clowns!! Perhaps a little less pain than this week ♥️

The exhaustion has set in so I bid you all adieu!!

[konstantintreplev]

‘Inspector Morse is Dead (Alive/Eternal/Cursed/Lucky/Alone/Loved/Hated/etc.)!’

In part on the Multiplicity of the Morseverse Canon

(Alternatively: Damn you Dexter and Russ and everyone else)

This is how we see Morse in the final moments of Inspector Morse: an obscure corpse all alone in a morgue, after an episode that, frankly, feels like watching our favorite grouchy pompous detective (never chief) inspector making an unbearably slow walk toward the light at the end of the tunnel, only going slow because he can’t work up the energy to go quickly any longer (the days of Shaun Evans’s Morse running like he’s a tall Tom Cruise long gone along with uh… Thursday [oops, did I just invoke him? more on that later]). John Thaw plays Morse’s slow demise, decades in the making, beautifully, clearly ready to fondly let go of a character that would come to define him for the rest of his life and legacy (Thaw would die a little over a year after “The Remorseful Day” aired).

That’s it: that’s all they wrote.

Or was it?

We’ll get to Colin Dexter’s manuscript of The Remorseful Day in a bit -- what I want to bring into view is a point of canon that lives in the margins: the deleted scene. In independent research for a PhD I may very well undertake, I did some research on the IM script archive held at BFI’s archive in the middle of nowhere, where they give you fire evacuation instructions if their vaults of nitrate decide to go flooey.

There, Kevin Whately (our beloved Robbie Lewis, the man who defined a shapeless role so that Dexter started actively changing the book canon Lewis he’d established to match his on-screen persona) donated all of his scripts for IM. (Except for “The Wench is Dead,” I believe.) It’s a treasure trove. And in the back of the script for “The Remorseful Day” is a final scene for Robbie they absolutely shot (the call sheet is included too), and it pushes back on the large perception that Morse was ‘alone’ in his final days. (I mean, ignoring all evidence that show canon Strange is clearly worried for his old friend, Robbie is devastated [howling to a culprit ‘Inspector Morse is dead!’ isn’t procedure, but it is Morsian), Robbie kept a close eye on Morse during his recovery after “The Wench is Dead,” even buying him music (!!).)

Still, this cut scene implies someone mourned the guy, not just for his brilliance, but for his ridiculousness and pompousness too.

LEWIS, blank, apparently composed, stares at MORSE. Or what was MORSE. LEWIS bends close to the body. He kisses the forehead. Then straightens up, and whispers as one might to someone sleeping. LEWIS: Goodbye, sir. ‘Parsifal’ continuing. LEWIS strides along the corridor towards the exit. Still composed. ‘Parsifal’ continuing. LEWIS arrives at his car, opens the door, climbs in. ‘Parsifal’ continuing. LEWIS picks up the ‘Parsifal’ cassette from the centre console. As he does, a flash of irritation… LEWIS: K-napper-t-s-bloody-busch. … before his face crumples. He starts the car before his tears come. ‘Parsifal’ continuing…. Oxford city scape. High and wide over the dreaming spires as the sun rises. END.

Russ Lewis isn’t the only Morseverse script writer sitting on a delicious pile of deleted scenes and epic, concise prose, huh?

“The Remorseful Day” was written/adapted by Stephen Churchett, who worked with Thaw closely on Kavanaugh QC; this was the only IM episode he’d ever write, although he continued on to Lewis, writing multiple episodes, and perhaps it’s the fact that he places Robbie at the center of the final scene that ended with it being cut… this is Morse’s story, after all, and I’m sure all involved ultimately believed that.

Except, maybe for his inventor himself. See, “The Remorseful Day” changes a lot from Dexter’s final Morse book, which is less march towards the light and more conspiracy-fueled romp to an early grave. In Dexter’s text, Morse is protecting Strange’s affair with the victim from coming out (and around the time Mrs. Strange [Dexter probably never knew what they were intending for Sara Vickers’ bright-eyed Joan Thursday on Endeavour] dies suddenly from cancer). Morse takes the fall for Strange, or he would, but his death ensures that Strange is going to keep his legacy secure… even to the extent of letting Robbie on to the plot Morse hatched. The 'Epilogue' is an entirely Lewis + Strange affair, with the memory of Morse only really invading at the last minute.

Yes it was clear. ‘You’re saying that all Morse did was to save you… and save Mrs. Strange…’ ‘It would have broken her to pieces,’ said Strange very quietly. ‘And me. Would have broken both of us to pieces.’ ‘She never knew?’ ‘Never had the faintest idea. Thanks to Morse.’ […] ‘…He certainly didn’t give two monkeys what I thought of him, at least most of the time. In fact, the only person he did want to think well of him was you, Lewis…’ ...And after looking around him [Lewis] as guiltily as Morse must have done in the Summertown newsagent's [looking at girlie magazines], for a little while, in his desolation, he wept silently.

(TRD, Epilogue)

Look, Colin Dexter may have described women like the old creepy horndog he was, but he laid the groundwork for all of Morse’s rich homosocial/erotic relationships with nearly every male colleague he ever let himself care for from that point on. (And also established a basic respect in Morse for Mrs. Strange… a woman Dexter had had him describe earlier as a ‘bully’.)

Now, Shaun Evans (lovely guy, seemingly, should stop taking so many roles that are just awful characters) has never seen Inspector Morse the show (or so he claims), but he did read the books, and he’s definitely hinted that the end of Endeavour is more tied up with them than it is with the show that preceded his. (And, in a way, if Inspector Morse is the Greek/Roman tragicomic adaptation of the prose and Morse’s ‘history’, Endeavour is the Shakespearean history version… a whole lot of liberties taken with the ‘facts,’ but the spirit of the man is there, the original man, somehow entwined with Thaw’s take on him too, because Thaw also read the books, and they were a huge factor in him taking on the role.)

Hated this moment when I first saw it because my mind flashed to ‘oh god Snape,’ but then I watched “TRD,” and I read TRD and holy shit, new version of “Exeunt” unlocked.

In the end, all adaptations of Morse dovetail into that original finale for Morse; the one Dexter intended, the one implied by Endeavour and revised by Inspector Morse.

Morse wasn’t alone when he died: he kept Strange’s reputation intact, Robbie mourned him vividly, he ensured Mrs. Strange/Joan’s vision of her beloved, solid husband stayed just as solid as her image of her dad did, and he kept his promise to the man who set him on his path, Fred Thursday… he did look after Jim and Joan Strange.

Always.

Morse wasn’t alone in death, either: Dexter has Mrs. Strange and Max DeBryn precede him in death, and while it’s clear Morse doesn’t really believe in anything coming after on a logical level, surely there’s a part of him that believes in some place for woeful figures such as himself.

Morse has many near brushes with death -- some in the line of duty, some by his own hand, and none is as potent as the one in the graveyard at the end of “Exeunt” (although Thaw’s Morse describing his suicidality as a teen because of his emotional torture at the hands of Gwen Morse is a close second).

It’s an infuriating moment, really. Morse has Thursday’s gun; he’s in a church yard, one that looks eerily similar to the one where Joan has her wedding; and the gun goes off. But Morse can’t actually die, and he certainly can’t kill himself. That would be breaking his promise to Thursday, for that matter. Can’t watch over the newlyweds if he dies during their first year of matrimony.

I’m of the mind it’s a fantasy, the final fantasy of a boy-man, along the lines of his unreal kiss with Joan a bit earlier in the episode… much like he’ll never commit to Joan (never could), he’ll never commit to offing himself, because as Thaw’s Morse observes in “Cherubim and Seraphim,” he realized he was too brilliant to go out that way. That it is with the gun Thursday gave him is the icing on the cake -- not a vindictive act against the man, merely using the tool he was given as it was intended to be used… to inflict pain. The whole scene is edited weirdly, frankly; it’s subtle, and it definitely could’ve been telegraphed more, but one of the few failings of Endeavour as a show was an insistence on subtleties that were SO subtle, they might as well have been coming through a cable transmitting Internet on the floor of the ocean.

As someone who finds himself similar to Morse in a helluva lot of ways, though, I recognize the romantic fantasizing about suicide in a spot of Significance, with an object of Significance, before the grim realization that you are who you are, and you weren’t left behind because of that… you pulled yourself away, actually, because of who you are. You leave the graveyard, you bury the gun, maybe, you go to choir practice, and you pass your older self in his shiny red Jag he loves so much. Your part of the story is over; ‘Is that it?’ you ask, and you are told, ‘That’s it.’ And you begin to become a different person… not better, not worse, but different. (If Shaun Evans ever ages to look like John Thaw, I’ll eat one of my Thursday-styled hats.)

Morse never gets over Thursday (true) (and that’s a whole ‘nother essay), but a lot of people never get over a person like a Thursday in their lives. It doesn’t mean they can’t live on, still, with the knowledge that there’s a possibility of a timeline where their fates entangled once more, or many, many timelines. This happens in fanfic (my own, and others), and in all the retellings of Morse and Thursday, and Morse and Joan, and Morse and Strange, and Morse and Robbie that will exist, probably, well into the distant future. (Do I write original novels where Morse keeps inserting himself, blended with some other factor? Yes, unfortunately. Morsian brain ulcer. Damn you, Colin Dexter!)

Morse wasn’t alone when he died; he was loved. He was difficult, yes; he was troubled, too. He was cursed, and he was incredibly lucky.

Inspector Morse is dead, that’s true, Robbie.

But the fact that we commemorate this day at all, over two decades after his death, is proof that he’s not just alive… he’s eternal.

[hmcbook]

Wait so if Calcifer had Howl's heart does that mean that he could feel whatever Howl was feeling? I know because of the curse Howl couldn't really feel but did his emotions were transferred to Calcifer? Like when he fell in love with Sophie for example.

Im not sure if it's ever directly said, but at least there's a scene where Howl says that the witch's curse got to him, and Calcifer says, "I know, I felt it too" (if I remember correctly hah). And they do share a special bond bc of the shared heart, I'm just not sure what that... means, exactly. I do like to think Calcifer senses his feelings, this poor fire demon. The agonies he must go through

[uwabbittuwabbit]

in my head these r what miyazaki ghibli pairings map onto what motogp ships:

-rosquez are obviously howl and sophie, which i go more into depth into here. its also important that sophie and howl get into the fight about howl's hair, because sophie ultimately does go back, puts on her business face etc. i think the timeline would work out like, they get into that big argument whatever its about but marc goes back, vale tries to make up for it with the ring and beautifying marc's clothes and eventually the house in the mountains but during that time its like their relationship is completely frozen even though they're living in the same house...marc considers moving out to live with alex etc. just becomes older with his withdrawal because of the curse. And then vale moves the castle to marc's old home. sophie is also like very much obligated to her family as the oldest daughter (which is why she stays in the hat shop) which is very marc! he wants to make his people happy...Also don't tell me fuck ass bob vale DOESN'T scream young howl to you. say it to my face. u can't.

-enea/casey are san and ashitaka from princess mononoke. just imagine the "im going to cut ur throat/ur beautiful" scene with them...i dont think casey necessarily gets cured from the illness that he gets from the corrupted forest god it just becomes part of him, so its no longer killing him after the forest god's head is returned but still ails him. hes from a super far secret civilization and cant go back after being banished (kind of like how u can't fade into obscurity after rising to fame). rides an antelope looking thing and is so so noble. enea is feral and living with the wolves. hates humans. but when this stranger comes and gets shot in his name he can't help but feel something other than that hatred he has felt all of his life. chews casey's food for him and delivers it mouth to mouth when he's too weak to eat...the same mouth that spat out the poisoned blood around the mother wolf's bullet wound. etc.

-cele/bezz r sosuke and ponyo, but they also have the potential to be kiki(bezz) and tombo(cele) and sheeta(cele) and pazu(bezz)...to me cele is sosuke, the weird kid who lives in the house on a hill (alone), signals ships at night just to talk to somebody and flies maritime flags. likes to fix stuff, has a tiny little dinky car. works as a daycare science teacher taking the kids on trips to catch bugs and frogs but also helps out at the nursing home next door, fixing the wheelchairs of the residents and like taking them out for fresh air while the kids tag along. thats summer though and in the winter he helps out at the dock and on fishing boats. he would love you if you were a worm, in short. bezz's misadventures get him stuck in a jar (he could cry he's so embarrassed) but cele finds him when testing his newest like little motorized toy boat prototype he wants to show the kids and bezz IMMEDIATELY falls in love, it's crazy. you bet he licked the blood off of cele's gashed finger just like that. is absolutely INDULGING in the attention he gets when cele brings him in for Show And Tell/Storytime and explains in his pondering voice how he found bezz. gets sloshed on that forbidden magic juice right after getting plopped back home and runs on giant fucking waves as cele commutes home to impress him. all cele feels is like, mild concern like damn do i have to detour home? i would have known if there was some major meteorological event coming my way. when the curly haired stranger with an earnest smile shows up at his home and engulfs him in a hug, he meets it with the same bewilderment but because bezz feels familiar. consequentially is not very impressed or surprised about bezz being a fish loool. i was just picturing the thumbnail of this video the entire time i wrote this and that's literally their whole vibe. that's bezz in cele's tub right there. this post is getting away from me more than it already is so ill like do a quick preface of the other premises...bezz is a witch and his familiar is rubik...flies away to a big city and meets cele with his homemade flying contraptions...gets tattoed for the first time by some random artist in the woods...becomes depressed...can't fly anymore...cele is the last member of a royal family and falls from the sky after being held on an airship, with bezz as the one to catch him...bezz has always wanted adventure because his father was one of the few people to have ever seen the fabled castle in the sky...wants to take his chances with cele...cele's billowing curls and tragic eyes...all bezz wants to do is make him happy...all cele wants is to go home.

-luca/pecco as haku and chihiro from spirited away. their whole vibe is childhood friends that grew apart and then rekindled imo. when they meet in the spirit world luca introduces himself as maro and to pecco he seems familiar; you how it was on a playground when you were young and you knew everything about someone except for their name? so maro it is, and he takes pecco's hand when he cries about his roommates (pecco's in college and ended up in an abandoned places exploration group with them) being turned into pigs and is panicking about not being able to go home and is generally a mess and tells him to get up from where he's been curled up into a ball and run with him to the bathhouse where he gets a job and becomes just pecco, no francesco because his name gets taken away. life is pretty tough for pecco at first and he's very lonely while luca is away doing missions for the boss, which is most of the time. hes also very insecure and fears luca leaving him because he's not good enough. but he puts his head down and slowly earns respect from his peers. starts standing up for himself and becoming more confident, and eventually has his standout moment for completely cleansing a polluted spirit. luca (a river spirit) fell in love with pecco when he fell into him and wasn't able to swim. even though that was very much an embarrassing moment what made it worse were pecco's flailing attempts to keep his head above water, but that was what endeared him to luca. it was his stupidly stubborn will to keep his nose to the grindstone even when it filled his mouth with water and got him nowhere. that is how a river thinks, and luca could never forget pecco's lanky straggling form as he struggled up the banks of the river, wretched and alive but triumphant for doing so.