#inspired and yet definitely mad. so- Truly inspired

[keeps-ache]

teeth achieved. [goes to sleep]

[jvnluvr]

you have my heart ; michael kaiser ♡

ft. kaiser x f!reader

author’s note: finals have been killing me, but it’s my last week starting today !! inspired by that one tiktok where the bf is staring at his gf with LITERAL heart eyes and the song sunsetz by cigarettes after sex. <3 used some lines from redacted bc they so fit kaiser’s personality, cute tease :( michael brainrot goes crazy !! i love him with literally everything, ENJOY FLUFFY FLUFF !!

it’s well known that kaiser usually ends up coming home late due to having practice basically all the time. you usually try to stay up until he comes back, so then he could drag you both to your bed. but this time around, you were particularly too tired to wait on the couch.

you slowly dragged yourself back to your shared bedroom, not making a futile attempt to properly dress the blanket over yourself before you passed out. you were knocked out completely, but it was only a couple of minutes after that the front door rang open, with kaiser dropping his bags beside the door immediately after not seeing you in the front.

“liebe,,? oh. she’s asleep.” he realized, words still vocalizing his thoughts before he could make a judgment. he gently closed the door behind him before walking over to you, seeing the blanket almost falling over the bed. “jeez, atleast put the blanket on yourself, you’ll get cold.” kaiser sighs to himself, picking up after your lazy habits.

he sat there for a while, watching the way your chest slightly heaved up and down, soft snores escaping you as you peacefully slept. kaiser doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to do this, he’s so busy after all.

shortly after, he laid down besides you. truth be told, kaiser couldn’t really fall asleep like this. like yes, you’re still there, right next to him, but he doesn’t know how to explain the feeling. and truly, he would hate to wake you up from your seemingly peaceful slumber, but his hands move on their own, and you jolt awake.

“michael,,? what’s wrong?” you say in a groggy voice, slowly but surely turning around to face him. he just thinks you look so adorable though. he’s just staring at you, the way your eyes slowly start to open, your pouty lips at him awakening you, your slightly disheveled hair. kaiser just thinks you look so perfect no matter the circumstance. it makes his heart skip a beat and he’s clearly zoned out at the sight of you.

“mikka, you’re staring.” you snap him out of his trance, your eyes finally adjusting to the lighting of the room. “sorry, baby. couldn’t help it. you just look so cute.” his arms wrap around you, pulling you below him as he starts to give you tiny kisses. you’re lightly squirming in his hold, nonetheless accepting what he has to offer.

“i don’t look cute mikka, what’s gotten into you—!” he kissed your lips in response, catching you off guard. “shut up, yes you do.” he giggles, continuing to pepper your face with kisses. you start to get a little grumpy, knowing that both you and kaiser are probably exhausted, yet he’s advancing forward with this little stunt. he notices your expression turn not quite sour, yet he’s aware you’re getting a little ticked off. yet kaiser starts to tease you about it. (ofc.)

“aw, is little cute mrs. grumpy face mad at me? don’t be honey c’mon,, you know i love you.” his kisses start to get just the tiniest bit more aggressive, as if he’s trying to prove what he just stated. but you’re tired, and as much as you love him back, you lightly start to slap his face away. but of course, kaiser is not only physically strong, but mentally resilient. so he doesn’t stop his love assault on you.

“stop slapping me away— stop being mean, i’m just tryna give you my love— ow!” he whines as you start to pull on his ear, a definitive warning that he should give up. but it’s all fun ‘nd games as you both start giggling at how childish you both were being. kaiser still tries to reach out for you, but you continue holding his ear. “let- let go of me-! ow! why are you like this, [name] i was calling you cute!” you both continue to giggle, but he eventually breaks the wall that is stopping him from kissing you again.

“you are so—” he gives you a kiss before speaking again. “you are so mean to me.” you lightly slap his head, a quiet sign of calling him an over dramatic drama queen. he gives you another kiss before leaning against you ear, starting to whisper. “you feel that, honey?” he questions, but you clearly confused, so for the first time in a while, you talk again. “feel what,,?

kaiser grabs your hand, putting it on his chest, and your cheeks start to heat up. “my heart is- beating insanely fast. that’s what you do to me.” he says, for what seemed like a pause was actually a finish to his sentence.

“you’re silly..” you reply back. it’s a plain response, but really, he is silly. but you love him so much that whatever he says drives your heart to go just as crazy, and the words won’t come out right. “just.. c’mere and sleep with me, stupid..”

he can’t help but let a grin escape himself as he’s moving to lie down beside you, grabbing your waist as he pulls you closer to him. it’s quiet, the sun is setting, and you’ve never felt more at peace, being with the person you love most.

“goodnight sweetheart, i love you.”

[misshoneyimhome]

Happy 1st of December ❤️

This One Shot was created based on this request, and I genuinely hope you find it enjoyable 🎄 I had a lot of fun writing it, and I think it turned out rather well 🙂

Anyway, let's start December with some love and joy, and spread those positive vibes as the festive season is here 🥰

・✶ ｡ﾟ

In Scandinavia, we have this concept that has no clear definition, no direct translation - yet the feeling, everyone can understand;

'Mys' (or 'Hygge' Swedish/Danish/Norwegian)

Oxford Languages 

noun

a quality of cosiness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being (regarded as a defining characteristic of Scandinavien culture).

Julmys

"Shit," you quietly muttered to yourself, quickly closing your laptop together as your boyfriend William Nylander walked through the door of your condo. You were perched on a tall stool in the kitchen, browsing through various websites in search of inspiration when William arrived, greeting you with a kiss. He held shopping bags and wore a satisfied grin, eager to share his day's finds.

"Hey babe, check this out," he said proudly, displaying his new sweater sporting the Balenciaga brand name across the chest.

"It's beautiful, babe," you replied, attempting to muster your best smile, but William sensed something was amiss.

"You don’t like it?" he asked.

"No, no, I like it," you reassured him with a light chuckle. "It's so your style! I'm just surprised you're treating yourself to this so close to Christmas."

William chuckled along with you.

"It's November, hjärtat..."

"Well, exactly! I've got to start planning out all the Christmas presents I need to buy," you said with a smile, feeling excited about the upcoming holiday.

"And I'm on that list?" William asked, as he began rummaging through the cupboards for a snack.

"Of course, you're my boyfriend, and I want to get you a gift, you know," you forced yourself to sound more enthusiastic than you truly felt.

It wasn't that you weren't thrilled about buying Willy a present for Christmas – quite the contrary, you were incredibly excited. However, there was a tiny issue: the boy had everything. Everything he needed or wanted, that is.

And it was driving you mad that you couldn't figure out what to give him. This marked your first year together as a couple, and you wanted it to be perfect. You loved William with all your heart and simply wished to show him that you could also buy him things instead of it always being him paying for your stuff.

He had money, and he enjoyed spending it. And luckily, he also spent it on you, but that's not the point. This time, you wanted to be the one splashing out on him. However, the problem was you couldn't figure out what to get him.

"You know you don't have to get me anything, right?" William chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter in front of you, snacking away.

"I know I don't have to... but I want to," you smiled. "Are you not planning to get me something?" you asked, trying not to sound too eager, just genuinely curious about his plans.

"Of course."

"Then why shouldn't I get you something too?" Your voice unintentionally rose a little, frustration building inside you.

But once again, William just chuckled softly, as he walked over, gently turning you around on the bar stool and stood between your legs, resting his hand on your hips while brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

"Because I can always buy whatever I need for myself... you don't have to spend your money on me," he offered you an affectionate smile.

Although he understood how much this meant to you, he also found it senseless for you to spend your hard-earned money on him. He could easily buy things himself without worrying about his bank account.

"But I really want to, Willy... I know I don't earn that much, and I'm incredibly thankful that you always cover our expenses when we go out or insist on paying for things I want," you took a small breath before continuing. "But this is Christmas, and as your girlfriend, I just want to give you something..."

William couldn't help but feel immensely touched by your determination. And he knew you well enough by now to understand that this wasn't an argument he'd win.

With a sigh and a slight shake of his head, he let it go and simply planted a soft kiss on your lips, gently stroking his thumb along your cheek.

"I love you, babe... you're a bit crazy, but I love you," he sighed and chuckled softly, and you couldn't help but join in.

"I know... but you've chosen to be with me, so maybe you're the crazy one here."

Both of you burst into laughter.

"I guess so," he said before returning to his post-training snacking.

**

However, as determined you were to get William a Christmas present, you found it equally challenging.

During the following days, luckily the boys were away on a long road trip, so you had the time and space to spend every spare moment making lists and brainstorming.

Clothes – nope, he's got a plenty of that. Besides, he kept adding to his collection, and you could never predict his current style preferences.

Suits – they needed tailoring, so that's a no-go.

Home décor – that's probably more of a gift for yourself.

Shoes – absolutely not. Trying to guess his size or preferred style in that department? No chance.

Hats, accessories, underwear… no, no, and no. He already had everything, and everything you found seemed like something already in his drawer.

Fucking hell!

Your next idea seemed like a perfect solution at first – reaching out to the other wives and girlfriends. Surely, they knew what to get for their partners. Right?

They were facing a similar situation, at least those without children, so it should be easy - it was anything but.

The girls proved to be of no help at all. They had all planned extravagant trips or bought big, expensive gifts that surpassed your yearly budget.

Who even gets their husband a car just like that, by the way?

Sure, William might have mentioned that a red Lamborghini was his dream car, but there's absolutely no way that's a feasible option.

Despite getting along well with the ladies, attending dinners, nights out, and engaging in late-night chats together, there remained a subtle difference between you and them.

Many of them had grown up in the world of hockey and NHL players, whether as a sister, daughter, cousin, family friend, or in similar roles. However, that wasn't your background.

Among the group of Toronto Maple Leafs wives and girlfriends, you were simply an outsider. A regular person from outside the hockey world.

Not that anyone ever intentionally made you feel that way or explicitly mentioned it. No, they were not like that at all. But there were moments like this when it became apparent that you hadn't been immersed in that world your whole life.

Firstly, you weren't from a big hockey city. You were more of a "small" town girl (well, smaller than Toronto, at least) who had moved to the city to pursue your dreams.

Secondly, your job was quite ordinary compared to many of theirs. You weren't an influencer of any sort, nor a yoga/fitness/Pilates instructor, or any other trendy profession. You weren't a stay-at-home mum involved in daily activities like volunteering at children's schools, homeless centres, or local church and clubs.

No, you were just you.

And for the record, there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, you were quite content with yourself and your life situation. But every now and then, it was hard to deny feeling a little out of place.

Furthermore, that was also one of the things William had loved about you right from the start.

He had met you in a downtown bar, where you were out with some new friends, and when he had introduced himself, you had had no clue who he was. For some reason, while you had been completing your education and focusing on your career, you'd been a bit out of touch with the world. And William had found that endearing.

He then quickly struck up a conversation with you, and as the evening unfolded with shared laughter and personal stories, he swiftly asked for your number, a request you happily granted.

There was just something about this handsome Swede that had made your knees weak from the first encounter. His laughter resonated straight to your heart, and you knew you were done for.

You did your best to play it cool though. Keeping things as casual as possible during your coffee meet-ups and walks with his dogs, which, by the way, were crucial for you to get along with. Those fluffy creatures meant the world to him, and that was crystal clear.

You even tried to maintain composure and resist giving in to the undeniable sexual attraction you felt towards him. Goodness, he was incredibly good-looking. But you had no intention of being just another fleeting encounter for him, so you held back. Well, at least for about a month.

And William was nothing but laid-back about it. He never pushed any boundaries or hinted that he was struggling to hold back. He simply respected your decision.

Or at least that's how he wanted to appear. Sure, he respected your wish to wait, but it was tearing him up inside. You were stunning, and the more time you spent together, the more he longed to hold you close and share the most intimate parts of himself with you.

Especially after that first kiss. It had happened after only a few dates, almost two weeks in, when he gently pressed his soft lips against yours, sharing breaths between you. And from that moment, he yearned for more.

But he didn't want to risk pushing you away. If waiting was what you needed, then he was willing to wait. He didn't want to jeopardise this wonderful thing that was blossoming between you.

And to put it lightly, the wait had been incredibly rewarding. Sure, a part of you wished you had acted sooner, but your rational side had prevailed. And when he finally touched you the way you had imagined to yourself, and you both experienced that tender and heartfelt closeness, where your bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, you became certain that there was no one else you wanted to be with but him.

****

So, here you were, feeling deeply frustrated about finding the perfect present for the man you loved so dearly.

And as a last resort, you turned to the one person in the world who had the deepest understanding of what makes a meaningful gift for a man. Someone who had cherished and loved her significant other for nearly 58 years: your grandmother.

She had always been the family's go-to person for advice and had an uncanny understanding of who you were. Plus, with her Norwegian heritage, you hoped she might suggest something that resonated with William's Swedish cultural background.

And fortunately, luck was on your side.

She came up with the idea of an old-fashioned, hand-knitted jumper featuring classic Nordic patterns. She thought of including some personal photos in the package, along with something sentimental that you knew would strike a chord with him.

And so, you set yourself to work.

Fortunately, your granny had been the one to teach you knitting, and though your skills were a bit rusty, you quickly brushed them up.

As for the photos, that was a breeze. Despite not being the greatest Instagrammer, you had captured many moments in pictures and shots during your time together with William.

They were all just perfect.

Lastly, the emotional touch. Or more emotional touch.

William had a penchant for jewellery. He often adorned himself with thick chains around his neck or wrists, including the light chain he had received from his mother and sisters, as well as chunky rings. But instead of trying to find something expensive that resembled what he already had, you opted for something different. It was a delicate chain with a small, flat metal pendant – just right for engraving.

However, as time passed and Christmas drew nearer, a sense of uncertainty crept in regarding your gift idea.

Listening to everyone else's suggestions and hearing William talk about what he had received in previous years from friends and family, you began to doubt your idea. It started to feel somewhat inadequate and silly. How could he possibly appreciate your homemade gift?

William was all about style, cool fashion, and projecting a tough and flashy image in front of his friends and the public.

But it was too late to turn back now. You had invested too much time and effort into your gift to abandon it. So, regardless of your doubts, this had to be the final result.

***

As Christmas finally arrived, and you nestled up with your beloved boyfriend, you felt your breathing becoming harder to control. You were extremely nervous about how he would react to your gift, fearing that he might find it laughable and not want to use it at all.

But despite your apprehension, you couldn't deny that you were also proud of your hard work. You had poured your heart and soul into it, and if William didn't appreciate that, then it was his loss.

It was Christmas Eve, and you had planned the evening together. Since most of the team had organised a gathering for the 25th, you decided to follow Swedish holiday traditions on the 24th, with customary foods, singing, walking around the Christmas tree, and exchanging presents tonight.

And after a day filled with video calls to both your and William's families, followed by enjoying signature dishes (with some recipes help from Willy's mum, of course) while soft tunes played in the background, you made your way to the sofa, where William was already settled in, ready for some festive "julmys."

"Hey, älskling," he spoke gently, adjusting himself on the soft couch. "Are you ready for your present?" A mischievous, confident grin stretched across his face, giving away his excitement about what he had bought for you.

But his enthusiasm only heightened your nervousness about your own gift.

As you settled next to him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you took a deep breath and offered him a sweet smile.

"Actually, can I go first?" you asked timidly, feeling your heart race and your pulse quicken.

"Sure," William replied casually, as always. "But I did tell you not to buy me anything," he added with a light chuckle, as you handed him three wrapped boxes, adorned with colourful paper and golden satin bands.

"Well," your voice wavered nervously, "I haven't exactly bought you, anything..."

William gave you a curious glance as he accepted the presents. A smile still graced his handsome face as he kept his eyes fixed on you a little while longer.

"Babe, are you nervous?" he chuckled.

"Very much indeed," you replied with a smile. "So, please no more stalling, Willy. Start with the big one."

With a mischievous grin, William set aside the smaller packages and began unwrapping the largest one.

Your eyes were fixed on the process, watching as the paper came off and William's hands touched the wool of the colourful jumper. You had chosen the colours of his favourite country, blue and yellow, with a touch of white to balance the contrast. The carefully selected soft yarn was knitted into intricate patterns, zigzagging and forming delicate shapes of snowflakes. And at the back of the neck, you had attached a small tag that read, "homemade."

At first, William's expression was hard to decipher, but as his smile widened and his eyes met yours, you felt a wave of joy wash over you.

"Shit, babe, you made this?" he asked, clearly astonished, to which you nodded. "It's amazing! How did you... I mean, I didn't even know you could... that's incredibly talented."

His words left you stunned.

"So, you like it?" you asked with a hint of uncertainty.

"Baby, I love it," he exclaimed before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. "I can't believe you actually did this."

"Well, you said I shouldn't buy you anything... so I went a different way," you chuckled lightly.

"So, you did, and you've definitely already outplayed my gift to you," he added.

"I don't believe that – but please, open up the others," you smiled, feeling more excited now that you had seen his reaction to your first present.

Taking the slightly smaller item and carefully unwrapping it, a photo album appeared. It was a medium-sized, dark brown, leather-like book where you had compiled cherished moments of your time together.

And as William flipped the book open, he saw candid photos of himself, both of you together, and his family. These were photos he didn't even know you had taken—capturing everything and everyone he loved and cared about. They depicted the memories you had built together over the past several months and the moments showcasing how his family had embraced and cherished you from the very beginning.

It was all so perfect.

His fingers traced gently over the various images of his parents, sisters, Alex, and the rest of his friends during the off-season. There were also photos of him napping on the sofa, with Pablo and Banksy by his side, and moments captured from your strolls together. Each photo held a special memory.

And William struggled to find the right words. "You've really outdone yourself, hjärtat," he said softly now, a smile still on his lips as he glanced at you again. "This is… this is incredibly sweet."

As your lips curved into a gentle smile, you couldn't contain your excitement at how thrilled he seemed with your gift. He appeared genuinely happy and appreciative of your thoughtful gesture.

"Well, then I suppose you should also open the last one, hopefully you'll like that too," you suggested timidly. And without further ado, William set the album and the jumper aside and picked up the smallest box among them.

This was probably the one you were most nervous about, as it held the most significance to it.

Unwrapping the paper, William delicately took the small box in his hand and opened the lid, revealing the item inside. It was a necklace that not only matched the style he typically wore but also held a tiny amulet, which he gently held between his fingers to examine closely.

On the tiny metal was inscribed a date. A date that held immense significance for both of you, representing the day you officially defined your relationship.

It was the date following months of wonderful moments, a day when you had felt anxious about your status, uncertain about Willy's true feelings and level of commitment. So, you had been forthright and asked him directly what he wanted from you. And in response, he had candidly asked you to be his girlfriend.

William was left speechless.

Never in a million years had he imagined you would put this much effort into his gifts. You had considered every little detail and poured all your love into something you believed would bring him joy. And you were absolutely right.

Nothing stirred a greater sense of warmth and being cherished within him than something that reminded him of home, his family, and you.

And as you eagerly awaited his reaction, you noticed a slight glistening in his eyes. Not quite tears, but something akin to it.

William turned to you again, slightly parting his lips as he searched for words that could convey his deep appreciation.

"Y/n/n… I—" he began, pausing to take a deep breath, his deep blue eyes locked with yours, the necklace still in his hand.

"I love you," was all he could say.

Because in that moment, that was exactly what he felt.

It wasn't solely about the items or the occasion. It was about what they symbolised; your love and dedication to him. It was something he had never experienced with anyone else before. No one had ever invested this much time and energy just to give him something for Christmas. No one had ever made him feel the way you did.

"So... you like what I did? It's not too cheesy... is it?" you asked softly, your eyes locked with his, feeling your heart flutter in your chest.

"I fucking love what you did, babe," he breathed out, leaning in once more to draw you into a kiss. However, this time, it was deeper and filled with heartfelt emotion as your lips met, and his hand gently caressed the back of your head.

And when you broke apart, both of you were gasping for air, yet still keeping your heads close together, sharing gentle chuckles.

"I love you too, you know that, right?" you inquired timidly.

"I know."

For a brief moment, tenderness filled the air amidst the Christmas tunes and delightful aromas wafting from the kitchen—a pure exchange of love between you and William.

But then, he broke the silence.

"But uhm… now I sort of don’t want to give you my gift," he chuckled lightly.

“Why not?”

"Come on, after this?" he laughed, leaning back on the sofa and gesturing towards all the items you had presented to him. "I can’t live up to this!"

You joined in with laughter.

“Oh, come on, I know your present is just as good as mine,” you smiled, feeling a bit proud of his reaction to everything.

“No way! I have not been anything near this creative and romantic. This is insane.”

“Still! I want to know what you’ve got me,” you said, intrigued. Initially, he had seemed so confident, but now he appeared somewhat insecure.

“Alright, but just to be fair, it does not come anywhere near yours,” William said, grabbing two small boxes wrapped in shimmery paper.

“It’s not a contest, babe,” you chuckled, accepting the gift.

“Which I'm really happy about right now.”

With a smile gracing your lips, you began with the slightly larger box, and a small gasp escaped as you saw what was inside. It was a delicate brooch—a piece you had admired in a shop window months ago. At the time, you had mentioned to William that it reminded you of one your grandmother had given you as a child, but that you had lost long ago. He had offered to buy it for you, but you had declined, not feeling ready for him to gift you such an emotionally significant item.

“Willy, it’s gorgeous,” you softly spoke, looking at him with the same intimacy you had shared when he opened his presents.

“Not as much as your gifts.”

“No, even more,” you gently whispered, leaning in to give him a tender kiss before turning to unwrap the other, smaller box.

Here, you had to catch your breath.

Inside was a small yet to you, seemingly significant, diamond-like stone set on a silver ring. The sparkle from the piece stole the air from your lungs, and your expression shifted to a puzzled 'o' as you turned to William, looking baffled by your own reaction.

“Babe are you alright?” he asked.

“Willy... just to be sure, this is a ring with a diamond, and not a diamond ring… right?”

William couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, slightly as he slowly comprehended your reference, letting out a small sigh.

“No, no, it’s... it’s just something I thought was really pretty,” he admitted, almost blushing as he hadn't considered how it might be misunderstood. “I just thought it would be nice for you to have something to look down at... and think of me, you know... when I’m on the road, or not around.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, as he looked at you, hoping you wouldn't be disappointed.

And you were far from disappointed.

Although your love for William was deep, neither of you were prepared for that level of commitment, especially since it was only your first year together. Nevertheless, you pulled him into another heartfelt kiss.

“So, you like it?” he chuckled.

“I fucking love it,” you echoed his words from earlier, gently taking the ring and slipping it onto your finger. “So incredibly gorgeous,” you whispered, earning another chuckle from William.

“Don’t worry, maybe one day it’ll be... you know... that,” he said in his best attempt at being boyishly charming.

“And I’ll look forward to that, but for now, how about…” you smirked, setting the lovely gifts aside on the coffee table and leaning in closer to your boyfriend. “Let’s just cherish this moment, just you and me,” you whispered before reconnecting your lips with his.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” he replied, his hands gently resting on your hips, drawing you closer to him.

The ambiance, the company, the presents—it was all so perfect.

It was truly a cosy and special Christmas moment.

[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Warmth

It's really cold where I am, so I am re-reading and collecting stories that make me feel warm. This is not a tangiable theme, just ~vibes, so it might not feel the same for everyone! But all of them are nice and with a happy ending!

This is Halloween by captainellie

Halloween definition: Surprisingly, how two roommates plus two kids become a family.

Marry Me, Because I Want to Date You by elizadunc (Ladybugbear2)

Jaime's been proposing to Brienne since college. Brienne has been taking it as a joke since college.

It started with a dare by WauryD

It’s easy to make someone angry. It’s harder to deal with the fallout of making them smile.

A weird dream makes Brienne question things.

The Shooting Party by sea_spirit

Scotland, 1921. When Brienne finds out her father is bringing an unwelcome guest from her past to join a shooting party at Winterfell, Sansa suggests that she ask her friend Lord Jaime Lannister for his assistance.

An Afternoon at Aerys Ancient Baths by hillaryschu

Brienne accidentally takes Jaime somewhere super sexy for his birthday and they realize it's actually what they both want. A trip to a modern bathhouse.

Found Wanting by dreadwulf

Brienne is still convinced that the entire affair is a joke on her. Surely there is a real bride somewhere in the castle, who will be brought out once the crowd has had a good laugh at the cow in a satin gown. When she said as much to her intended, he said it was surely a joke on them both. Let them laugh, he said. What’s funnier is that Queen Daenerys made the match in the first place – she must have thought them intolerable to one another. The Beauty and the Kingslayer. Surely Brienne could see the humor in it?

pillow talk by djelibeybi

There are still a lot of things Brienne is afraid to say, but she's trying to be brave.

give it a chance Serries by sameboots

In which Jaime is an important person, Brienne is his P.A., Jaime is hard to deal with, and Brienne is very patient.

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“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”

“That’s not why I hate you.” Brienne turns around with the tux in hand to find Jaime looking at her like a kicked puppy. “What?”

“You hate me?”

Jaime actually sounds wounded. Brienne pinches the bridge of her nose.

Let's go our separate ways in the night (But know that you're flying home to me) by ImberReader

The first time Jaime kisses her hand she thinks it's part of his promise that they will meet again. And while she's not technically wrong, it takes two more kisses for her to realizes it's so much more than that.

Madness by RoseHeart

Brienne brings Jaime to the Quiet Isle after Pennytree and tries to save everyone, but no one expected what would happen when Jaime tries to save her.

Ring Them Bells by kirazi

His mouth is set in an unhappy line, and she knows he hears it as a sentence she’s passing on him, a just punishment for his crimes. Good, she thinks, yes. I sentence you to live. Live, and find a way to come to terms with it. Live, and never make me watch you ride to your own grave again.

(Jaime rings the bells, and from there, the future unfolds differently. A story about two tired knights on a slow boat to Tarth, working things out.)

The Alcove by RoseHeart

A one shot inspired by the lovely art by jokertookmypicture.

Jaime and Brienne have survived war and winter. But now they must try to find their new lives amidst something they have never truly experienced before: peace.

Head, Hand, Heart by ddagent

When Jaime slays King Aerys, there is no one to take his place. Ned, fearing a Lannister rise to power, suggests his father’s ward, Brienne of Tarth, take the throne. She reluctantly agrees, and finds an ally in Ser Jaime. His loyalty is given by asking just one question: why.

As the Maid of Tarth becomes Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the Kingslayer becomes Hand to the Queen. And, the longer they spend together, possibly more…

maybe, perhaps, almost by lionoflannistarth (eldritch_beau)

“You haven’t visited the Maester yet, have you?” Brienne asks.

“Oh come now,” Jaime just shrugs, looking up at her with a boyish grin, “you’ve seen me worse.”

Her blue eyes are shining, brimming with life and for a second he feels a mad abandon. She is alive. So is he.

He should just fucking kiss her.

I'm dying to be born again by angel_deux

After the wars are done, Daenerys is queen of the six kingdoms. Jon and Sansa Stark rule the north. And Jaime serves as a hostage in Kings Landing to ensure his brother's good behavior. When Tyrion schemes to see Jaime married off and removed from the city, Jaime is allowed to choose his wife.

He should be happier that the woman he loves is quick to accept his proposal. Except maybe it's too quick. And she just says, "all right". And she calls it sensible.

aka Jaime and Brienne get married to keep the friendship alive, and Jaime pines for his literal wife.

Maiden, Monster, Knight by PrioritiesSorted

The tale was told throughout the Seven Kingdoms: the tale of a mother’s mad grief, the tale of the maiden in the tower, the tale of the dragon who guarded her. A dragon who had once been a girl.

The Unicorn Incident by sdwolfpup

Catelyn needs a unicorn horn. Jaime knows where one is. Brienne is the only virgin she trusts to go with him. Time for a sexually awkward two-person road trip!

cold by djelibeybi

The world is ending soon, she thought. That’s enough to make any man act strangely.

Go On by sdwolfpup

The entirely soft tale of Brienne-with-the-fish and Jaime-with-the-bar, the cheating ex-boyfriend that inadvertently brings them together, and the supportive and exasperated support systems in their lives that help them see that even after heartbreak, life goes on.

Something Real by francoeurs

In which Jaime has a nightmare and overreacts just a bit.

[thesupreme316]

Could I have some of your favourite wrestlers reacting to the fem!reader heel turn

I GOT U (sorry for how long it took me)

Pairing(s): Hook x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Darius Martin x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Dante Martin x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Samoa Joe x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: How would these men react to you turning heel?

Word Count: 849

Supreme Speaks: hiiiii, I might do these reaction scenarios more often cause this was fun to write (so please send in more). To @hookerforhook sorry that this took me so long but its here neow. Also I hope everyone is doing well and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, gifs are not mine, i repeat gifs ARE NOT MINE

Taglist (if you wanna be a part of it, lemme know): @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @wwenhlimagines @triscillal

To the locker room and the AEW fans, your character was a very talented wrestler but always saw the good in people. Which often leads you to be hurt physically and emotionally. So after one too many broken hearts, you decided to turn heel.

How you turn heel is completely up to you so choose your adventure (I also included examples). You either…

Attacked your teammate after losing another tag team match (Bayley on Sasha Banks)

Attacked your good friend due to you being jealous of them (anyone really)

Didn’t allow your tag team partner to tag you in the match, making your team lose (Tbh I could find an exact moment but Layla on AJ Lee)

Attacked the referee and your opponent after losing the title match (Michelle McCool on Maria/Becky Lynch on Charlotte)

You got offered a better deal by the rival team and decided to take it (Seth Rollins on the Shield)

Eddie Kingston

This man would be so calm about it

*after you attacked your friend* “Well, they had it coming”

Would not see you differently

In fact he would just be happy that you’re whooping ass and you’re not taking any shit from people

Still keeps it 100 with you about things

“If you attack them from behind, then you’re a coward. But if you hit them in the face, then you’re a real one”

In his eyes, you’re not a heel but you’re not a face

You’re just a person going through emotions and decided to let them out

Eddie understands you cause no one is truly/fully on one side or the other

I think Eddie would just say as long as you don’t hurt him physically or emotionally, then you’re good

Overall…Eddie is happy you chose violence as your answer

Hook

It’ll definitely surprise him

He didn’t take you one for being a heel

But isn’t mad at the idea

Silent with his opinions 

But tbh I think he would believe the whole 180 change with you is hot

“You look very good…Almost too good.” 

Will tell you that he likes the aggressive yet playful mood you display in the ring now

Loves the change in ring gear and theme song

Will wear your new merch in instagram pictures

Honestly, might inspire him to turn heel himself

Overall…Hook loves to see this new attitude within you

Samoa Joe

OH THIS MAN IS A MENACE

NOW THIS MAN IS AN ACTUAL HEEL

He would automatically smirk and congrats you  

“Welcome to the dark side”

I genuinely believe he would become a fan of you

Constantly reference you or just show his support on twitter (cause that man is a menace)

Gives you tips on how to appear more of a threat to your opponents

I believe that this Joe would become a mentor

100% would teach you the Coquina Clutch

Will laugh when you embarrass your opponent

“I taught them that! I did that!”

Overall…Samoa Joe would be that supportive father who’s just happy you joined him

Top Flight (Darius and Dante Martin)

OKAY HERE ME OUT….they are all for it IM JUST SAYIN-

At first, Darius and Dante would be sad about it

Would be more saddened at the fact you have to stand across the ring from them instead of next to them

But will recognize that you are happier and are getting a lot more credit and camera time because of the turn

Will put your overall happiness over how they feel

Will still hang out with you behind the cameras (obvi)

Helps you decide on new moves or highflying moves you can do

Will hype you up backstage as you kick ass

“Kick her in the face Y/N!”

Will post pictures of you with the caption “We stan with Y/N”

Overall…Top Flight will be so supportive of you no matter what

Daniel Garcia

MENACE PT.2

“I CALLED IT”

Would immediately offer you a spot in JAS (please decline…)

Like Joe, Daniel would also reference you in tweets

I would like to believe that he would also start flirting with you 

Just full on rizz game on 100

“I may not be a photographer, but I can picture us together.”

Like Hook, would also believe this new attitude of yours is hot

Makes fun of your opponents and taunt them backstage (in effort to get you to join JAS, again say no)

Will also make fun of you (lightheartedly) and compare you to him

Will retweet you and start a banter with you just for shits and giggles

“So you think you can take my place as AEW’s favorite child?” “You were never anyone’s favorite.” “Take that back!”

Overall…Daniel would become infatuated with you and is happy for you

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Endless Grace

There's different ways to translate the 恵み in Kalim's UM/Signature Spell. But I adore the translation as "Grace."

At it's simplest definition, "grace" is defined as "courteous goodwill", but it could also be taken as mercy or forgiveness - in the same way it could also stand for blessing.

I think nothing sums up Kalim more than that. He gets scolded both in canon and by some of the audience for being too forgiving. But that's his core - that's his center. He is an unwithering fountain of grace. It's not just in his capacity to forgive others, but I think in a way, also himself. His relentless optimism is both his truest weapon and the thing that defines him. He does not dwell in his failures and forgives himself - allows himself - offers himself grace to go forward and improve.

This is both terrible and incredible. On one hand, Kalim is primed for growth and to inspire growth in others. Like he does with Deuce. On the other hand, he doesn't get a lot of time to reflect. It's the true irony for someone who makes oasies and yet he can never sit still long enough to truly examine the reasons he failed in the first place. He forgives with ease and forgets just as quick.

On one hand, he's great morale support. When tempers run high and fuses run short, Kalim can de-escalate and deflect like a champ. On the other hand, he's almost afraid of his own negative feelings. He can get mad like the best of them - we see that when he deals with Vil. But he doesn't stay mad. Rage and hate vanishes like salt dissolving into water. And so does unhappiness, and so does discomfort.

The problem is to strive for something greater requires an unhappines - an unsatisfaction in the present. So while Kalim hopes for the best, there's nothing to drive him to do better. Because he's always just so happy and content to be where he is right now. Or so he says. Or so he tells himself.

Too much rain can summon a flood that can drown whatever it pleases.

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week In Review XIV

How's everyone doing? I skipped out on last week's update since it was a really slow week on all fronts for all the things for me last week. Things picked up a bit this week - but I'll be honest, I'm having a hard time finding my feet around here at the moment and finding a groove to get into.

Not sure if it's that time of year, a bit of a writing lull or what - but I've been a little meh, not in the sad sense - more like I'm a petulant child offered six different things and I turn my nose up at all of them because I don't know what I want lol.

Also trying to figure out a system for getting through my TBR list, right now it feels like it's out of control and there are only so many I can read in a week. Especially since I want to get through some of my physical TBR pile and dedicate a couple nights a week to offline reading.

Anyway, enough about me seemingly channelling Baby Truly™️ - on with the recap of the last two weeks!

T R U L Y   U P D A T E S . . .

I did a second round of the 'First Sentence' ask game, which I absolutely adore! If you haven't done it before, I very much recommend it! If you do this, tag me so I can come throw a sentence at you!

Round 2

tim x cagney (f!reader)

jack x reader (f!reader)

joel x Charlotte (OFC)

dieter x bryony (OFC)

jack x reader (f!reader)

frankie x clementine (OFC)

W H A T   I   R E A D . . .

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl Jess' series has me on tenterhooks for every update and then on the edge of my seat waiting for more! This last update we entered the start of Frankie's arch and while it pulls at the heartstrings, I'm so here for it and what's to come next! Also, Benny entering his Rocky era (Jess didn't write this, I've decided it) is something I'm also very much ready for!

Paranoid Hearts (Javi P.) by @goodwithcheese This series. This series is just something else and I finally got my ass into gear to get caught up, and while on the one hand, I'm sorry I started so late on the other hand I enjoyed this smorgasbord of Javi and Tabitha.

he makes life better (Joel) by @wildemaven This is such a warm comforting hug of a fic that just seeps into your bones, that makes your toes curl in softness and you re-read more than once. This is everything fluff should make you feel and I adore each and every last part of this and will be re-reading this.

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo I was not ready for this to end, but El gave our boy Marcus the ending he and his Ella deserved and it was both spicy and sweet. If you've not read this yet, I suggest you do. Also, peep her forthcoming wip... 🔎

Thrash Metal (Dieter) by @morallyinept Jett is back with another delectably mouthwatering smutty one-shot with our favourite deviant Dieter Bravo. This is sinfully indulgent and a must-read and one that lends itself to definitely more than one read.

Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version by @avastrasposts This one calls for a breakout of the Hot Ones gif for sure, because this was the mood the entire time I read this. If anything, Frankie is not one to back down from a challenge...

Medicine (Joel) by @goodwithcheese I was so excited to see Megan had written for Joel that I had to drop everything to read this over my coffee the other morning. I love everything about the dynamic between these two and how Megan illustrates the deep affection they have for one another through their actions as we all know our post-outbreak Miller is not one quick with his words. I hope this isn't the last we see of Joel here!

M E M O R A B L E   P O S T S . . .

Heidi’s amazing mood board inspired by Sequins! 😍 I’m still in absolute awe of it and I love it so much! I think it's going to get a spot on my work desk this week! 💕

These thots had started off as Joel Thots, but have now morphed into Tim Thots and I'm not mad about it... might share a little snippet later 😏

@morallyinept's 'Ode to Writers' this week - I'm going to refrain from getting on my soapbox here (I'd be here all day) - but the table is not finite, it's infinite. If you're not inching your chair down to make room for another chair, or pulling the spare chairs in from the garage, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your relationship with this community.

E N J O Y E D  T H I S  W E E K  . . .

Finally watching ‘Strange Way of Life’ and getting to live message my thots to @rhoorl as I watched - it was a cinematic dissection.

Date night with Mr. Truly - we spent the entire two hours wondering what people do on dates aside from watching their phones and waiting for a call to say your kids are out of control and have taken over Nakatomi Plaza. But needless to say, we had fun, I even ate a meal without someone else's hand in it.

Amazing moots being mooting awesome 🙌 - I'm thankful every day that I get to interact with some wonderful people and have found a lovely corner of this hell site to play in a sandbox with some amazing people 💕

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N . . .

Check out this writing challenge that myself and a group of people that I'm lucky to call moots created that we would love for you to join in on! Everything about it is random and everyone starts with the same parameters and everything else after that is up to you! So excited to see what everyone does with this!

Do I know anything about Javi Pēna? Nope. Am I going to join in? Yes I am! 🙌

See you January 1st to dive into all the fics this challenge I hope produces! 💛

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for inspiring this week's selection after she pointed out the parallels to Chiffon that I haven't been able to get out of my head since.

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a great week ahead and I hope its a good one full of obnoxious drinks of choice and soft places to land and enjoy.

[riddle-me-ri]

Hiiii!

I seen that you liked Ghibli, and i simply got so happy! (i simply adore everything that has to do with Miyazaki's work, and feel so exited for his next movie!)

Well, here's my request: the Mad Hatters with a s/o who's EXACTLY like Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle!

I really like the idea of the s/o being a Hatter, so Jervis could either fall in love due to her work, or feel evious but end's loving her due to her calm, kind and honest nature!

That would be it! Have a great day!

a/n: awww omg I love this idea so very much!! It’s such a cute and neat concept! Thanks so much for requesting it! I hope I did it justice, I definitely think most Hatters would be floored with only a couple being jealous lol. I'm not gonna lie working on this has inspired me to wanna do some fics/drabbles with BTAS Jervis and his s/o owning a shop and him reforming properly as he wanted to do in The Worry Men 🥺

The Mad Hatters with a Milliner/Hatter S/O

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter:

- At first he is unsure...

- Who ever heard of there being ANOTHER Hatter??

- But you were a different kind of Hatter.

- Not only were you extremely gifted in making various hats but…you were also incredibly kind…

- Even to someone like him. 

- He soon grows to be absolutely enamored by you. 

- Jervis may use your own unsuspecting hats for his plans 

- And the recipient better be appreciative to get to wear his beloved's hats. 

BTAS Mad Hatter:

- Jervis absolutely adores you. 

- He loves to see how creative and spontaneous you get when coming up with designs. 

- Hat making is one of your favorite pastimes for the two of you. 

- You two have definitely collaborated on numerous hats from concept to execution. 

- You often use this as a time to ramble off to each other about everything and anything. 

- Jervis never felt more comfortable in his own skin than when he's in your shop. 

- He can't help but smile to himself that maybe, his little bonnet shop with his sweet hatter can become a reality.  

TNBA Mad Hatter: 

- Jervis is delighted to have you by his side. 

- While he works and tinkers with his inventions. 

- You would be working away at some new headwear. 

- He'd always prefer your charming top hats you made. 

- But then again, everything you made was as beautiful as you. 

- He admires your skill and your big heart. 

- He's always happy to try on one of your hats; in fact he considers it an honor.

Gotham Mad Hatter:

- Jervis finds it almost too perfect. 

- He constantly finds himself in urgent and reckless situations.

- Which puts his beloved hat in dire straits 

- And who is he if he doesn't have his hat? 

- He also doesn't mind if you patch him up as well along with his hat. 

- Even though you tend to bend his ear in the process…

- Jervis is just delighted to have someone so endearing in his corner.

- He truly thinks it was destiny that you two found each other.

Harley Quinn: TAS Mad Hatter:

- How would you feel about working for him?

- He needs enough cowboy hats to take over the city–

- oh…not up your alley huh?

- Well, at least he made you laugh

- It's awkward at first, it seems so fitting but yet there's some slight contrast in motivations.

- You do seem to put him at ease somehow. 

- He enjoys watching you work.

- You're a better distraction than playing spin the tea pot and drink either cyanide or tea.

Joker’s Asylum Mad Hatter:

- At first he's somewhat uneasy…

- He's trying to avoid tea and hats…to be with a Hatter would be counterintuitive. 

- Not that he isn't amazed by some of your creations. 

- Jervis can think of a plethora of characters who would don all the various hat wear. 

- He feels simultaneously overwhelmed but also right at home. 

- Your sweet, attentive, and honest nature helps him feel at ease.

- Yet maybe, just maybe, with someone as caring and mindful, perhaps he can finally have both love and hats.

Secret Six Mad Hatter: 

- Jervis is definitely likely to be competitive at first.

- Can you make a hat that would fit your pinky? Could you make a hat that would properly fit an apple? 

- He can't help but be impressed when you do just that and then some. 

- Soon envy turns into admiration for detail…

- You know he likes his food with hats and you make your own hats for all his meals. 

- Hats alone definitely becomes something of a love language between you two. 

- You'll make one's for him and he makes them for you. 

- You're the only one he trusts to take care of his hat if it gets damaged. 

- It's hard for Jervis to imagine being with anyone else but another Hatter. 

[danses-with-dogmeat]

🐍🐕 for Mr paladin danse? Congrats!

Ohhhhhhh yes. You definitely may.

One alphabet for Mr. Paladin Danse coming up, lol.

Enjoy!

D) Dates. What are dates with them like? What do they like to do? 

Dates are something wholly unfamiliar to the Paladin. Sure, he's heard of them, and he's known some men and women in the Brotherhood who've gone on them before, but when it comes to himself he's sort of at a loss.

Once he gets the gist though, he finds he really enjoys them. Time set aside to spend with only you, where he doesn't need to worry as much about safety or shirking his responsibilities... It's ideal. Still though, always the efficient soldier, Danse likes dates that are practical. Maybe working on your power armor together, cleaning weapons side by side, patrolling the perimeter with you... Yeah, maybe those aren't really dates...

Real dates tend to be rare, but Danse loves nights at home with you. Cooking together, sharing a drink, maybe massaging each other's sore muscles, and perhaps having that turn into something more... He's more reserved when he's in public with you, so at-home dates are his preference. Danse feels like he can truly unwind when it's just the two of you.

A) Attention. How much attention do they want in the relationship?

He honestly thinks he's fine with the minimal amount of attention. Really, he's fine. He's not used to personal relationships in general, and romantic ones have been even more scarce in his life. Yet, while he's unused to it, he finds that a small amount of attention maybe is... preferable.

Just little things to let him know that you think about him when you're not together, some mod or knick knack that you bring him back, or small conversations where you check in with him, light little touches, soft smiles aimed at no one but him, those all help Danse realize how much he values his relationship with you. And the fact that it's now more than friendship. He actually could get used to some attention...

N) Nickname. What are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

Nicknames are huge for him. Danse is (obviously) the sort of man to call most people by their rank or last name, so when he does let your first name, or a pet name let slip, you know that he's comfortable with you. And if you do the same, if you call him babe, or love, or honey... he'll short circuit a bit on the outside, but he's melting within.

It's strange, all of these romantic customs, and it feels so alien for him to participate in them, but he enjoys it immensely.

He'll ask you what you like, just to be sure, but his favorite names to call you are your first name (and maybe an abbreviation of it, if it makes sense, and you're comfortable with it), love, dear, and occasionally, babe.

S) Sad. How do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? How do they like to be cheered up?

He's... not the best at cheering people up. Danse will be the first to admit that, but mostly he defers to what you ask. Tentatively, he'll approach you when he notices something's off, ask if you want to talk about it, or want some company, and then do whatever it is you tell him you need. It never feels quite right though, when you say you need time to yourself. He always does as you ask, but he doesn't like leaving you when you're looking melancholy.

As for him, Danse likes to talk through his problems. He's kept his emotions to himself so many times, spun whatever was bothering him in his mind until it damn-near drove him mad. Now that he has someone in his life that he feels like he can go to for help, beyond help of a more... professional nature, he tries to keep from wallowing like he used to. And from bottling it up. Danse knows that isn't healthy, and he doesn't want you to practice that either. So, in a way, through asking you for help or comfort when he's in need, he's hoping that he inspires the same action in you when you're feeling down.

And the paladin would never say no to a hug from you, either.

E) Equal. Do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

Danse is so used to leading now, but... it wasn't always this way. So really, whatever works best for the dynamic of him and his partner, he'll be just that. Overall though, he likes to take the lead when it comes to combat or survival, since he's spent more time in the Wasteland than you have, but he is always open to you stepping in if you wish to.

In the more romantic and intimate aspects of the relationship though, he often suggests for you to take the lead. That may change over time, as he grows more comfortable in this context. For now though, he doesn't want to mess up. He wants to be a good partner, and listening to you, learning from your experience, that's the best way for him to become just that.

[27-royal-teas]

YET !!! ANOTHER ANALYSIS!! And for good reason this time because people keep misinterpreting Pete’s work to be about Mikey and it makes me fucking PISSED can you not let pete have one thing in his goddamn life i get it its fine to have headcanons and opinions but PLEASE for the love of god please stop discrediting all of his hard work & good writing to be about a white boy he fucked back in ‘05 this CONSTANTLY happens with poc artists and it makes me mad to no end

yep, that’s right. today we’re talking about I Am My Own Muse. writing this essay i have listened to it a grand total of twenty three times 

i like this song a lot specifically because i do kind of relate to it a lot frequently i feel like smashing a guitar until i go insane but i dont have a guitar and i dont know how to play one regardless so. uh yeah

The thing about IAMOM is that it’s saying that in the TITLE. Hes his own muse. And obviously no one can take that away. sure , some of his songs might be inspired by someone, but in the long run, who do they come from? pete. romance songs might not be about anyone in particular. I know ive wrote songs that could be interpreted as romance, but they’re actually me talking to my younger self or my future self or my friend, and the point is, even though songs written by pete may seem like they were about someone that doesnt mean they are and you cant, you CANNOT discredit the fact that he is his own muse. just like the song title says.

The song begins with a BANGING orchestral arrangement. I think the intro to IAMOM is my favorite song intro on the album. It's just very well thought out and clearly carefully planned, and quite honestly I think patrick did an AMAZING job and I'd love to see him do a breakdown of the composition here because I am IMPRESSED. Not even to mention the vocals, he is on FIRE. anyway in the rest of this essay I’ll be interpreting the lyrics and tying them back to the central topic i just opened with: How Pete Is His Own Muse. 

The first verse is quiet, and it begins like this:

“Here i am, not sure you should take a chance

I like playing dumb, letting you figure me out

But i was faded in my own defense

So drop a bomb on the things we dreamed about”

I feel as though this verse is very clear. He isnt sure that the person he’s referring to should take a chance on him, should think that he is worth it, and he likes being able to be up to someone else’s interpretation with no outside influence. i do this frequently with strangers- i stay quiet so that they can make up their own idea in their head about me. They can figure me out themself, since i clearly cant figure myself out, and i think that’s the idea pete is really aiming for here. ‘So drop a bomb on all the things we dream about” can be referring to himself or someone else, but here let’s take it in the context that he’s discussing himself. This line is repeated in the second verse, so it’s clearly one of the main points that needed to be stated here; here he is saying to himself that (again, it’s that self sabotage) he should give it up, give it all up, it’s not worth it, destroy it all, drop a bomb on all our dreams because they aren’t going to happen. Taken together with the previous lines we can basically say that pete is saying that because he is leaving himself open to interpretation from the public, the things he truly meant to say are lost. And i think that’s the main thing here, especially with the title, and obviously im doing it myself, maybe this isnt what he meant at all, but i definitely do think it correlates along those lines to some degree. 

The chorus is repeated several times throughout the song (3 times to be specific) and it goes like this:

“Smash all the guitars ‘til we see all the stars

Oh got to throw this year away

We got to throw this year away like

A bad luck charm” 

And then that repeats twice. 

I think i can safely say everyone reading this right now has gone through the pandemic. I assume three year olds dont go on tumblr. The entire smfs album references 2020 and 2019 time and time again, most critically in What A Time To Be Alive, and it’s heavily present in this song too. “Got to throw this year away (like a bad luck charm)” vocalizes the wishes of pete and everyone else who wishes to cut those years out of their brains- pete has expressed in interviews how taxing the pandemic really was on his mental health, and i think that “smash all the guitars” could symbolize the frustration and pain he really felt in that time; destroying music (one of the main things he loves) until he can sink into that despair and just float away (“‘til we see all the stars”). Another way this can be interpreted is an act of rebellion (a lot of musical artists smash their guitars during shows, cough ryan ross cough) but i dont really think that that makes as much sense in this context. 

The next verse:

“The trumpets bring the angels but they never came

No one let them in ‘cause they didnt know my name

I know i keep my feelings so tucked away

Just another day spent hoping we dont fall apart

So drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about”

Another very pete based verse (BECAUSE HE IS HIS OWN MUSE). This kind of links to Heaven’s Gate because it’s related to the same thing- not making it on the list, not feeling worthy of getting into heaven, because this sort of self deprecation is reflected throughout most of Fall Out Boy’s albums. I could give a million examples of this, but I don’t want to be here forever. “The trumpets bring the angels but they never came/ no one let them in ‘cause they didn’t know my name” sort of brings to mind the image of a person waiting to be carried away to something they’re not entirely sure they deserve, and they’re proven correct because no one ever came to carry them away, no one ever decided that they’d be on the list to get to heaven and the angels just went marching past and pete can hear their horns, know theyre there for people who deserve heaven much more than he does. How sad is that?

“I know i keep my feelings so tucked away/ just another day spent hoping we dont fall apart” carries the feeling of not wanting to be a burden with every emotion thought and expressed, even the good ones, and ‘we’ can be referring to himself, every single aspect of himself, hoping he doesn’t fall apart into shards of the stars his guitar is made up of. and then of course it’s the line about the bomb again, although this time it feels even more internalized and personal because it’s the second time he said it, and he dreams of getting into heaven but how can he make it up there if the angels themselves know he does not deserve to and so. drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about, folks, because they aren’t going to happen. 

The bridge: 

“So let’s twist the knife again, twist the knife again

like we did last summer

So let’s twist the knife again, twist the knife again

Oh, i’m just trying to keep it together

But it gets a little harder when it never gets better I'm trying

To keep it together, to keep it together, oh”

To me this entire bridge just feels really deeply confessional and personal. Im going to start at the bottom because i like it the best. 

He’s trying. He’s trying so damn hard- to be optimistic, to be hopeful and stay full of happiness and love but it’s SO HARD when there’s no light at the end of the tunnel to motivate him. This is still talking about quarantine, i think; i remember i was in middle school at the time; they said that we would be back in two weeks. I remember i was grateful to get a break and time off. Then two weeks turned into two years and it got really, really hard to see an end to the pandemic. When things stop improving it gets harder and harder to keep it together when you can’t see the results of any of your actions, when you’re trying your best but it still gets you nowhere. Wouldn’t you stop trying? i know i would.

And let’s talk about “let’s twist the knife” just a little bit. “Last summer” might refer to the last album release, which is Mania (even though it was released in January). Another album cycle, another twist of the knife; another bit of words that pete has to pull out of himself like ribbons, and although he loves it, that’s his job, it still feels like dredging up all the pain again. So let’s twist the knife again, dig it in just a little deeper, just like we did before. 

So, yeah. Pete is his own muse and i truly do think that that is heavily reflected in this song, even this whole album. A lot of songs in smfs seem more him-centered, because he is the writer and he is talking about himself. So Good Right Now and What  A Time To Be Alive are especially good examples of this. 

And the interesting thing about the title is that it’s pulled from a Frida Kahlo quote, which goes like this: 

“I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. I am the subject I want to better.”

And isn’t that just it? This whole album, it’s an album of self discovery and going back to your roots and staying current anyway. It’s patrick pulling pete out of his funk and getting him back in the game; it’s an exploration of a new style, a new fall out boy. And like a phoenix, every album they rise again, still the same but somehow completely brand new. The orchestral arrangements displayed in IAMOM and SMFS and LFTOS showcase this, the new feeling but still the same, something bettered, and I’m really, really happy with how far they’ve come not only in their expansion of music but also with themselves. And I feel like this song and this title- I Am My Own Muse- is really a stand up, it’s a show of how far they’ve come. Because they are the subject they know the best.

[chiffiorra]

╰┈➤ Poison Love

➜ Synopsis: It all started after rejecting his advances...

➜ Pairings: Yandere!Satoru Gojo x gn!reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: yandere themes, fear, kidnapping, attempted escape, minor dacryphilia, minor satosugu in the background

➜ WC: 1,688

➜ Song as Inspiration: Dreamcatcher - Poison Love

➜ Also Posted on Ao3: here

'Dear sweetheart,

I'm shocked that you rejected my offer and I honestly would love to know why. You and me? We could've had something special. Maybe you would've been a close friend, maybe even more… What a shame, really. Can't you see that you and I would be an amazing match together? Do I really gotta go over there to you to prove it? 'Cause you know that I would.'

Your hands began to tremble almost immediately as you started to read the beginning of the letter, an awful feeling of dread rushing through your veins as you pushed yourself to read on further. How can one man fill you with so much fear in your heart? This didn't make any sense.

'All I wanted was for you to be with me, to love me. I had one person who truly loved me and now he's gone. I can't lose you too. I can't have you leave me. I can't have you gone like him, not ever. Why can't you understand that you and I are destined for each other? I'm not complete without you and I know that you feel the same way too.'

Right… your mind immediately went to Suguru Geto, the one person who "truly loved" Gojo. Before everything horrible happened, you reminisced back to your high school years and thought back to how close the two were. Geto was truly his equal. His best friend. His everything.

Until he turned his back on everything he previously stood for. Until his untimely death reared its end in which no one other than Satoru had to be the one to end him. After that day, Satoru changed; and it was not for the better either. You still couldn't believe the day that Geto became a curse user, it brought shock and horror to everyone including you.

No matter how hard he tried to act as his old self again, no matter how much he would deflect with a joke or snide comment of some kind, any type of fool could see that he was hurting. That incident broke him down on the inside, but can you blame him? How would you feel after you killed the only one who could understand you? Your one and only? Even Ijichi of all people could tell that he was hiding something. That was saying something when even Ijichi notices.

You snapped your head out of your thoughts, you couldn't let your mind wander any further. You had to finish reading the letter and get it over with. As you kept reading further down, you couldn't help but notice that his handwriting was starting to get more frantic, as if he was in a rush to complete this letter… or he was starting to succumb to madness. You held in your breath as you kept going.

'The bottom line is that I need you. I need you like I need air to breathe. I need you like I need food, water, and sunlight. Come back to me. Come back to me. Be with me. Be mine, my dearest.'

Despite his handwriting being increasingly messy as the letter went on, you noticed the nickname he slipped in. "Dearest"? That was a new one. He hadn't called you that nickname since you were students, albeit in a teasing way. You didn't get it at all. But what you did get is that someone was coming after you, and you definitely needed to get away from home. You didn't feel safe here anymore. All because you refused to work with him personally, refused to be his lover.

But yet… this was the part that didn't make any sense, in fact, again; nothing here made sense. Why was he coming after you? Why not someone else? Why did it have to be you? He didn't seem like he was interested in you back then. Did you miss the signs before? Was he this good at hiding from others, you included?

But what he said at the end chilled you to the core, the final words that made you drop your letter and had you start running away.

'I'll be there by 8 p.m. to come and collect you. Just know that I'm doing this for the both of us and I know you'll thank me for this later. You need me and I can almost smell it.'

You quickly glanced at the wall clock you owned; it was now 7:50 p.m. Satoru would be here in no less than 10 minutes, a lot less than that if he chose to teleport instead of driving. That was not enough time to get away from him and you wished that you had received the letter a whole lot sooner so you could brainstorm a plan to get away from him.

But then again, nothing could get away from Satoru Gojo. He wasn't the strongest for no reason after all, he was never the type to let anything slip from his grasp no matter what. And who were you going to turn to for help against him?

Nobody. You were now on your own, the lowly prey against the predator.

Shaking off those thoughts, you quickly hurried to your room and immediately began grabbing a bag to collect your most prized possessions. You were running out of time and barely had a minute head start to escape the man that wanted you so much.

You almost wanted to let out a scream, possibly for help, begging for someone to help you. But who would save you?

'Nobody. You have nobody to run to, you're all alone in this mess,' you thought to yourself.

And with that, you immediately opened the window and jumped down, blessed that you lived in a one story house. You were sad that you had to leave your beloved house and memories behind, but you had no choice. If he caught you, it was game over and your escape would be all for naught.

As you hurried off as fast as your legs could carry you, you could hear footsteps calmly walking behind you. As if this person was taking their sweet time and was in no rush, unlike you.

'No! No, it can't be!'

"Now where do you think you're going, little one?"

'Fuck. I swear I had a minute to get away from him, no!'

Those were the only thoughts you had as you began picking up the pace to sprint, all while cursing your technique for not giving you the ability to fly or teleport. But what made you stop in your tracks was the man who suddenly appeared in front of you with a smile. The man with shocking white hair, blindfold, and jujutsu uniform: Satoru Gojo. The man you did not want to face.

As Gojo stepped towards you, you couldn't help but back away. Every step he took forward, you took two steps back in fear. This made him frown. On the other hand, you froze when he frowned at you; as if he couldn't comprehend why you looked so fearful of him.

"C'mon now babe, why are you so afraid? I'm not mad at you… well only a little. I'm only mad that you decided to run away from me," he said.

He then proceeded to walk to where you stood, reaching out to touch you. That was the moment when you decided to snap out of your frozen state and back away from him slowly.

Again, he frowned. You could've sworn that you saw him raise an eyebrow underneath his blindfold.

"Stop it, you're acting like I'm going to hurt you. I just need you to come quietly, can't you do that for me?"

You finally found your voice, "And what if you do? What are you planning? Why me?" You cried out.

'Why do you make me cry? Why do you break me down?' Those are the only two questions you planned on asking him too, as you currently were starting to cry from fear. But yet, you couldn't voice them in person. He would just laugh at such questions, right?

Satoru only tilted his head to the side in response before finally replacing the frown with a smile, "Because I can't lose you too. If you come with me, I'll never let anyone or anything hurt you. All I ask is that you come quietly, my dearest," he answered as he began walking towards you. He had only answered one of your questions.

No.

After keeping your feet firmly in one spot, you finally had the strength to bolt. Even if it was impossible to escape him, at least you tried. At least you refused, right? Right?

Satoru Gojo would disagree with that very much.

In fact, as you started running, you swore you could've heard him mutter something in disapproval. Either way, there was no way you were sticking around for that. But however… as you predicted before, this wasn't going to go as planned.

A hand, his left hand, grabbed you by your bicep and yanked you back to him, holding you tight. As you began to struggle, he placed his right arm over your upper body to keep you still. No matter how much you resisted him, he was still unmoving.

"You left me no choice, I really wanted this to be easy on us both," he whispered in your ear. This sent shivers down your spine.

As you felt something, which felt like a rag, cover your mouth to the point where you couldn't breathe, you could only wonder how everything went wrong that led up to this. Would things have been different if Geto never left? A few tears began to escape your eyes, in which Satoru decided to lick up from your burning cheeks.

"I'll make you see one day, my dearest. I'll show that you will be safe nowhere else except my side, and my side only," he continued to whisper.

That was the last thing you heard before everything faded to black. You were now forever the prey against a fearsome predator.

[tracing-lines-in-the-infinite]

re: blow up my inbox rb

who are your fave characters from person of interest, bones & leverage, and why? :) !!

Ooh!! Thank you for asking I'm so excited to talk about my guys.I'll talk about my fav main & side character for each (though I had to force myself not to just keep typing because I adore all of these shows and characters.)

Person Of Interest:

John Reese is probably my favourite character, with Root and Sameen Shaw as second and third. Honorable mention that Root's line about the universe being chaotic and cold and there not being a plan before the machine from / (Root Path) is what I put on my cap when I graduated. And Shaw's a fav because I love her loyalty and that its tough to earn- I wish we could have seen her and Cole more but her and Lionel's relationship is probably one of my favourite from the show. In the Crossing(i think?) she saved his kid because she thought about what he would prefer she do and the way that she's careful with him and he thanks her.

Reese is my favourite for several reasons. The first of which is summarized in one of my fav episodes of the show, SNAFU, where Finch says "John has the heaviest heart of us all but he's trying his hardest to be good". To be honest I feel like he's just such a sad guy and yet even when he's trying to be good he's constantly failing in certain respects (though the show doesn't often take that perspective.) He's definitely helping people but he's also hurting a lot as well. There's just something about a character that's supposed to be dead trying to do life better while on borrowed time. The episode where we see a world without the machine and John is dead really hit home how the entire show is his attempt to make up for the sins of his life and it ends with him feeling accomplished that he's done something good (save Finch.)

My fav side character is Peter Collier. I will forever be mad that he died via Greer/Jeremy. He's a character that I want to rewatch season 3 and give my full attention to analyzing. This is in large part due to Leslie Odom Jr's incredible acting, but the fact that I truly believe he was right makes him all the more interesting to me that he was both a pawn and an antagonist. The fact that he made it a priority to not hurt innocent people in so important to me and the fact that Vigilance got framed for the explosion at the end of S3 makes me so mad. I will never forgive Decima/Greer for it.

In general I'll also say that the antagonists in POI was always great. I absolutely hate Greer and Martine which I think speaks to how well they were written as 'villains'. Elias, Anthony, Mini, Simmons, Alonzo Quinn, and all the members of HR, Vigilance, and the Brotherhood were such full characters that I enjoyed watching them interact with and antagonize team machine and each other throughout the show.

Leverage:

My fav main characters are the OT3, and I truly cycle through them all as my favourite so I'll just talk about everyone.

Parker is Parker and the way that's everything is so incredibly important to me. I adore her purely because of how incredibly written and developed she is. Her "I want to do the right thing" speech from The Long Way Down Job makes me cry just thinking about it.

Alec Hardison. Age of the Geek baby! As a black person ins STEM he's an inspiration for me. I just love how he's such a complete person. He's kind. He's soft. He's the smartest man Eliot has EVER known. He got to go to space! He started doing crime to pay for his foster mom's healthcare. Thinking about him makes me cry.

Eliot Spencer. He reminds me of John Reese but I don't cry as often with Eliot because to me he's much more settled(I don't think that's the right word so I'll be thinking about it more and lyk if i figure out what I mean). That said I think the fact that we don't get a full backstory on him (the least info of anyone besides Sophie iirc) makes him such an interesting character because he could have truly done ANYTHING! He's a chef. He plays guitar and sings. He's a baseball star. When he knocks people out they tend to stay knocked out. He can identify anything of important through its most distinctive quality and is right every time. All of these things come together to make a man that has done terrible things and knows- not believes but knows- that he will never be clean of them and decides to wake up everyday and help others.

Fav side character is Sterling. I love him and I love to hate him. He's just such a good antagonist. I absolutely adore him especially the justice vs order debacle during the long goodbye job. The fact that he's the one of them that understands Nate the best at the start and I find the dynamic between him and Eliot really entertaining.

Bones:

Hodgins is my favourite guy of all time. I truly adore how invested he is in his bugs and plants and spores & how excited he gets every single time they're able to help him solve a mystery. He's my inspiration for wanting to do something that I have a passion in and I cannot put words to how much I adore all of his antics. The ease with which he gave up his money as if it wasn't a question was something that made me appreciate him so much more and the development that happened afterwards was really lovely.

Side character(s)-wise I love the squinterns. I could maybe do some kind of ranking but I do think my top two would be Daisy and Edison. Honestly the more I think about them, the more indecisive I feel because I adored Wendell and Nigel-Murray and Arastoo and Fisher (and Zack tho I don't consider him a squintern).

Edison I connect to because his first and last name are two towns near where I grew up and he's so focused & serious with his work that it ostracizes him- which I felt with dance when I was younger.

Daisy I connect to a lot because she's unapologetically herself and refuses to change who she is- especially when it comes to her work! Her deciding to prioritize her career over her romantic relationship/Sweets meant a lot to me because it was such an in-character decision for her that a lot of others shows wouldn't have allowed to happen.

Thanks for the ask! Always happy to ramble about these guys.

[auroisweird78]

Day5: jealousy (angst)

I couldn’t bring myself to write about a breakup because no so here is some childish jealousy brought to you by long distance.

It had only been a few days since Jere had seen Bojan yet he couldn’t help himself but miss the Slovene. Keeping the band and Bojan’s Insta stories active and alert was something Jere found himself doing quite often. So it wasn’t surprising when Jere had been scrolling, that the notification of Bojan’s Instagram story came like a Christmas miracle. But that Christmas miracle however was soon exchanged for a bag of coals as his eyes landed on his boyfriend lounging on top of another man. That man in question being the British photographer Damon Baker, who Jere had only talked to on the phone a few times while Bojan set off to do other things. The guy was nice from what Jere could see, touchy but nice. He had no need to feel any sort of feelings towards Damon asides from neutral but now with this guys hands all over his gorgeous boyfriend, the feelings could only be summed up as red, bright red. Of course, he couldn’t fault Bojan, as the Slovene was known for his love of physical affection but when the person he engaged this action with looked the way they did and was able to appreciate the beauty which was Bojan, it definitely left a sour taste in the Finn’s mouth. Where Jere was all loudness and childishness, only being able to mirror his love into a song about boats that some fans had coined as huhagay. Damon was poised and confident, capturing Bojan in truly beautiful and also hot pictures that had left Jere reeling for the last week and a bit. There was no competition really, Bojan loved Jere but that couldn’t reassure the Finn as much as he’d like. Neither could watching the story over and over again, the more he watched the more he noticed. From the hand placements (far too close to Bojan’s ass for Jere’s liking), to the stares, to wait… did Bojan just kiss Damon’s neck! Oh this was—-

Bojan ❤️ is calling…..

“Hey babe you weren’t picking up your texts? Are you alright? You completely forgot about our arranged call.” Bojan starts, his words seeming to trip over one another as he puts the camera closer to his face. Something that never ceased to entertain Jere as his boyfriend shows off his unruly eyebrows and big brown eyes.

“I just doing stuff you know very busy, I’m sorry it slip mind”

“Mmm you sure? You look sad” Bojan says, a slight pout to his lips as he continued scanning the Finn’s face.

“I’m not sad I just…”

“Hey Bojan, do you know where I put the fishnets?” And as if the night couldn’t get worse, Damon Baker had to make a star appearance.

“Oh last time I checked Kris had them. Now what were you saying Jere?” Bojan said, centring his whole attention to Jere. How could Jere be mad at his boyfriend? He was the best thing to come out of last year and maybe that’s what made Jere so jealous?

“I’m feeling just fine, rakas”

The mood board is inspired by the 2007 movie stardust ahhhhh after star Bojan I couldn’t help but think of stardust

[doll-elvis]

Sorry if you’re overwhelmed by the asks! I just really like your blog and am curious about your thoughts on Elvis related things. I just wanted to lastly say I agree with everything you said. In a way sometimes I feel like you’re not allowed to be a fan of Elvis. It feels like we’re always being shamed for being a fan of him, especially on social media. It’s already bad enough with the whole “Elvis is a racist who stole black music” thing, but the stuff about his love life is also exhausting. I don’t condone any inappropriate behavior with teenage girls, but I understand it was a different time and more normalized back then. There are so many other famous male entertainers and athletes of the past who engaged in similar behavior, yet it seems like Elvis is only called out. The thing is, Elvis did also date several girls who were around his age in the 50’s like June Juanico, Barbara Hearn, Anita Wood, etc. Some people say Ann Margret was the love of his life and she definitely wasn’t underage. Yet they’re constantly erased from Elvis’s story. It’s frustrating.

aw don’t apologize at all, I really appreciate it because Elvis is lowkey my favorite thing to talk about, I could really talk forever about him, and I always annoy people irl with how much I talk about him hehe🫣 and I’m so happy you like my posts, thank you truly <33

btw I would get this ask tattooed on my forehead because everything you said is just so true 😭 what I didn’t expect before becoming an Elvis fan was that you have to constantly defend your love for him. I’ve literally gotten into arguments with family, friends, and people online who act like elvis was the most terrible person and if you’re a fan of him you’re a bad person also. people love to label elvis with the most harsh and untrue things it just breaks my heart because as fans we all know it’s just not the case. elvis did draw inspiration from black artists he has said it himself but he was never arrogant, he was always humble and appreciative of the artists before him. a lot of people say he stole music because he didn’t write his own songs… if people could open a tab on the internet they would quickly find out most artists back then didn’t write their own songs, for example hound dog was written by two guys that sold that song to artists who wanted to cover it like Big Mama Thornton and Elvis.

As for the women, it would take me a week to name every artist 50s and up that have had some inappropriate relationship with an underage girl. It does not make it right or excusable but what is not fair is to only hold Elvis to that moral standard and only call him out. You cannot be mad at Elvis for we he did and not be equally mad at artists like Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Mick Jagger, etc. etc. for their inappropriate relationships yet I’m not seeing any documentaries “exposing” them.

In this new documentary trailer they say the phrase “14 was a magical age with Elvis” and it made me want to throw up and scream at the same time. There’s no denying he has had a past with underage girls, but to make it seem like this was an age group he prowled for and explicitly sought out is so harmful and wrong. A majority of the women he had real and long relationships with were in their 20s and up. I think Elvis was most attracted to innocence and that’s not something exclusive to underage women. For example Linda and Ginger were both in their early 20s but they were less worldly than other girls their age and that was what Elvis was drawn to imo. Also the idea that he would not sleep with mothers is another false thing pushed by media as he had affairs with Barbara Leigh, Susan Henning, and I believe Ann Pennington had a young daughter also.

like you said it’s frustrating being an Elvis fan and having to watch his name and legacy get slandered but I wouldn’t give it up for the world because he deserves all the love we have for him 💗

[bramble-scramble]

I was going to send this ask earlier, but I got sidetracked by life.

I hope you're enjoying my Phandrow playlist as I am! I hope I did your story justice, and I actually wanted to tell you why I chose certain songs for this ship. Now, a good portion is self-explanatory (Phantom of the Opera, Edgar Allan Poe, dramatic love songs via Dracula and the Addams Family), but it's the very first four songs that I believe are truly the embodiment of "Of Curses and Verses".

The Gloom - a ballad of sorts about depression, describing a person who lives in the gloom. This is the introduction to Woodrow AND Phantom, two different characters who find each other within the shadows of their misfortune.

Disappear - a tragic and heartbreaking love song that holds on to whatever spark of hope (ha!) is left. Like The Gloom, Disappear is Phantom and Woodrow spilling their hearts out to each other while hanging out inside the fallen moon in Pallette Prime. They're both very unlucky in life and they reach out to each other, desiring to be understood yet worried about the limited amount of time they have.

The Dark Ones - Now this one is more of an fan interpretation, as this song is a combination of Phantom's quote, "...and damn the consequences", and Woodrow's overwhelming urge to write his poetry shown through creeping nightmares. The Dark Ones tempt our sad boi poet into giving up his creative abstinence and relish in its misfortune. Also, I imagined this as an animatic where the embodiment of unluckiness, in the form of Phantom, seduces Woodrow and thus driving him into madness a la running into the woods. 👉👈

The Dawn - The bittersweet end of the story. Things have been somewhat better, both lovers are still depressed and yet there's a sense of freedom between them. Their love didn't die with the Gloom, and they both live for each other as they comfort each other through their worst times.

I swear, every time I think about "Of Curses and Verses" or Phandrow in general, these two become more and more like a Gothic novel couple.

Oh I totally getcha, "Side-tracked by life" is the story of my... well, my life, lol

But YES, I appreciate all this so much- you really seem to understand the appeal of them as a couple in the same way I do, and what I was trying to do in the fanfic. Rest assured the playlist will serve me as plenty of inspiration in the future, for both drawings and fics :D Because I will be obsessed with them forever even if Phantom comes back in the Rayman DLC and looks directly in the camera and says "By the way, I met Woodrow. Can't stand him." I WILL STILL MAKE IT WORK. I BELIEVE

And by the way, when I get back to Music of the Night, it definitely focuses more on the monstrous/dark temptation aspect... it's a shame I'm going on a trip this weekend because I actually want to write more RIGHT NOW

[taegularities]

I’m writing this for Rid 10 minutes after reading CMI 11 omg how dare Rid to play with my feelings like this 😭 I have so many favourite moments in this chapter okay lets go —

1. JK calling her baby constantly “Baby, babe, my baby, angel” yes im so weak for this shit🤯

2. Girlfriend - Boyfriend 🥳🥳🥳 fucking finally!!!

3. So so so proud of my baby oc standing up to her mum!! Bring it on! Though i hope down the story that they’ll reconcile!! Just like what cmi jk said, i think deep down her parents do love her. Its not just enough or maybe shown in different ways. Even parents and children irl have different love languages. But I want this to happen for them. I know they are at peace but having both their families by their side as they go through their relationship will be so reassuring and special ❤️

4. Mama Jeon 🥹 I feel like oc will get the love and comfort she craves from a mother from JK’s mum 😭 i already love her character!! And when Jk called her “Mama” I FREAKIN SWOONED

5. My favourite part of all this madness was the pregnancy scare. JK looking for her all over and his panic state, crying and his line “I’m gonna kill someone if I don’t find her..” oh my heart broke because he just wants to know she’s okay and she’s safe. It is sad truly that his first thought was he fucked up, when he didn’t. If I were JK, I would think its oc who did something wrong but I’m not wired like cmi JK, i have evil thoughts and trust issues 😐🤣

6. When oc said “You’ll leave me, because you’ll be mad.” I just wanna hug her so bad :( the trauma of people leaving and her experience of jk leaving her the first time 😭😭😭 my heart broke for the both of them tbh :((

7. I understand oc’s fear. Things are just looking up in both their careers and they are only starting their relationship. Not saying a baby is unwanted and will jeopardise what they have atm, but the arrival of a little one will surely change some things. BUT I WANT A LITTLE ONE SOON! A mini oc to give jk a heart attack 😌😌

8. The way jk reassured her - how you wrote jk seeing her face and he just rushed to her and hugged her without knowing what the heck was going on. 😢

9. “You’re not gonna leave me, right?” Yes this line again 😭😭

10. Eun as usual, BEST GIRL FRIEND AWARDEE OF THE YEAR 🍾🍾

11. “I love you.” “I love you, angel. Saying this isn’t enough, and I can’t word it anyhow else, but. I love you… I love you, fuck.” ENOUGH SAID. I said enough. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

We finally got the Gf-bf conversation and the I Love You!!! God knows how long I pestered Rid to finally give this to us!! Wohoo wohoo!! Week is complete!! Rid you’re the best ❤️ My favourite chapter yet. No kidding, my heart was beating so fast towards the end! Also the chapter beginning in smut?? Hello!! GIMME!!! 😋🙊

Rid i freaking love you. Mwah 💋

I said what I said, you’re not going anywhere! We’ll keep you here ❤️

the way i'd been looking for this ask bc it wouldn't show up and finally found it in my inbox on mobile 🤣 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR INCREDIBLY KIND WORDS.

now that they're warming up to that relationship (and have finally made the status of it official 🥺), she'll be hearing so many petnames from him!!! the baby and angel ones will always give me heart palpitations, but also munchkin.. </3 and yes!! we are the proudest!! she's inspiring bc she had the courage to do what a lot of people can't. and i want to hug her for standing up for herself and trying to make herself happy. but reconciliation, you say? that'd be wonderful, of course 🥺

EEHEHEHE mama jeon is the sweetest and we will definitely see more of her (and him calling her that 🤭). the ending was my favourite as well! from the moment he started looking for her till the very last sentence.. i cried a lot writing it :') so i'm super happy you enjoyed that bit, too!! oc worrying all the time, i know 😭 she needs the tightest hug!!! but yeah, her worries were why she didn't want to go home, like she was so terrified he might leave or make her leave bc yeah, they're young and as you said... a child would change a lot. but at least now she knows he'll be by her side, no matter what <3

ENOUGH SAID INDEED 🗣️ i know a lot of people were waiting for this and i really hope i put it into words well. it was such an important one. so so thrilled you loved this chapter (and that it's even become your favourite? AHHHH!!), and i appreciate your feedback so much 😭 hope you enjoy the next one just as much. i love you, and.. yes ahhh do keep me here hehe 🥹🤍