#the quality on the first one is not the greatest but that was the fault of the video not me lmaooo

[childofhypno]

just some thoughts from sherlock and co. Mailbag episode

honestly I did this to myself and at 3am no less.

In an mailbag episode on the sherlock and co. patreon, answering a question on their favorite musicals, John answered Les Misèrables. And being the romantic we know our loveable doctor to be, I was perusing the songs from the 2013 movie album and came across On My Own.

Sung by Èpoine about her unrequited love for Marius. And that is sad in its own regard, there's a reason it's one of the musicals most popular songs and Samantha Barks does a great job of that crushing emotional weight of being so wrapped in someone, so ultimately dazzled by them and wanting to be near them. But knowing they will not look at you the same, will not place the same value on the time and proximity you share. And that is not their fault and it is hard to love someone and desire to be close and yet have them be the source of your greatest pain and rejection, even though they may wish you no harm.

It's been hinted at and out right stated (by Sherlock) that John wants to be liked. And given what we've heard about John's last relationship (the one whereby he gained ownership of Archie after the split) and perhaps some insecurities there, insecurities in his own capabilities, comparing himself to others, its understandable to read John as something of an insecure man. Not in a toxic manner but John definitely has a lot of self doubts about himself and his place in the world and what he can offer to others. Despite him so naturally being able to attune to people and their needs and being quite bloody smart and intuitive. All round just a decent person.

And John, as much as anyone, marvels at Sherlock Holmes. This almost mythical figure. John admires Sherlock and maybe envies him on some level. I think not in Sherlock's deduction skills or specific knowledge skillsets but maybe in Sherlock's apparent surety in himself and where he is in life and what he wants from it. Sherlock is plainly himself, even if it means not "fitting in " John often tries to mould himself to what others might like, and hey, as a people pleaser, oh boy do I understand that. Almost becomes like muscle memory.

Sherlock in turn, I think admires John's social prowess. His ability to express the complexity of emotions. Just because someone doesn't emote the typical way doesn't mean they don't feel the emotions. And that can be incredibly frustrating when you want to communicate with others. Sherlock cares about people. He's interested in people. And he can't always express or connect with them in the way he wants. Like a language barrier he mentioned in another mailbag episode. That is why Sherlock and John work. They draw out in each other and supplement for the qualities they lack or yearn to have more of. They're a balancing act. A good one. And I'm not the first to point that out.

All this to say, imagine when that act is separated. The Fall. Grown so comfortable to have the other's support, always by each others side and then, suddenly the other person isn't there. And you have to remember how you functioned without them before. But you can't go back. You're not the same person you were. But if they aren't there to remind you, to encourage you, it's easy to fall back into old habits.

And so the song. On My Own. From John's perspective, watching the man the myth the dazzling legend that is Sherlock Holmes, getting swept up in the adventures, feeling totally out of place but thrilled be along for the ride, participating, maybe growing in confidence all because of coincidental flat share with possibly the most brilliant and bizzare man he's ever met. The world is changing for John Watson. And Sherlock is seemingly at the center of it all. He's found purpose. Friends. A home. Maybe more. But John is as fallible in his assumptions as any of us are. And Sherlock appears to have no interest in such relationships and John, not confident enough to make the first move. So he can daydream. Of what it would be like to be with Sherlock. And what it would be like be without Sherlock.

And then the Fall. And he truly is without Sherlock and his world has dulled and greyed and blurred. The city has lost its glimmer. The flat is quiet. The words are meaningless. And John sits with his what ifs.

Don't think of John hearing this song. Of the heartbreak of knowing that you can ever be with the one you love. And knowing that taste of what brilliant technicolours the world is when you were with them, full of stimulating twinkling lights. And thinking it could never be that way again. Don't imagine John, sat in the flat, in the achingly quiet flat, as a woman sings for her never was love, head in his hands, Archie resting his head on John's knee. Don't think of John cursing himself for not being sure enough to tell Sherlock how he felt, for not being good enough again to save his friend. Don't think of John Watson, once again, on his own.

[electrosair]

Jealous headcanons anemo + cryo ver.

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: heizou + kazuha + scaramouche + venti + xiao + kaeya + wriothesley

word count: 1k

Heizou

how jealous is he from 1 to 10?

4/10 He's not really jealous over you, it's more with people who may get close to you, mostly because of the attitudes they may have towards you. It's not something he likes and he's not going to tolerate it either, but he will always do it in discreet ways.

how possessive is he from 1 to 10?

7/10 Whenever he sees someone start to make moves on you, he will pull subtle acts, as if teasing the person who is looking for a good time with you. He'd never let you know if you haven't noticed, doing things like putting an arm around you or throwing glances when you're not aware of him.

what is he most jealous of?

In cases where you realize it, Heizou would be annoyed if you jokingly and having warned him about what was going on, you jokingly play along with the other person. It's something he would draw the line at and stop doing after he began dating you.

Kazuha

how jealous is he from 1 to 10?

3/10 He is easygoing with everyone, so there are no exceptions with people who are looking for something with you. He wouldn't take it too bad either, he would leave it up to you unless you go to him for help, only then would he jump in.

how possessive is he from 1 to 10?

2/10 He prefers to leave you to your own criteria and freedom, as he himself has decided to do with his life. As long as you spend a certain amount of quality time by his side experiencing new things and places, that's enough for Kazuha.

what is he most jealous of?

It doesn't happen often, but it would be a thorn in his side if you go to places, which you discovered with him during your travels, with other friends or acquaintances of yours. He would like it to be something intimate and meaningful between the two of you.

Scaramouche

how jealous is he from 1 to 10?

10/10 Occasionally he may vent his jealousy on you, because of silly arguments or disagreements that you have, but mostly he would do it with those who are going to flirt with you. In the end he understands that it's not your fault, so gradually he tries to fix that problem.

how possessive is he from 1 to 10?

9/10 Most likely, he already felt this way about you even before you started dating officially. He would have behaviors like asking you to go out with him every day in the hopes that you wouldn't end up noticing someone else.

what is he most jealous of?

If you are outside and someone's attitude towards you really shocks him, he can't help it, an impulse in him would get you out of there immediately without thinking. Scaramouche's not going to tolerate that kind of stare over what he considers his own.

Venti

how jealous is he from 1 to 10?

4/10 Even when something in him goes wrong and he feels jealous, it's as if at the same time he knows that he must give you freedom to act as you want and after all, you wouldn't change him, right?

how possessive is he from 1 to 10?

7/10 He likes to keep you close all day long, write songs and ballads of his beloved without the need to name names or tell the rest who exactly you are. He's not going to do that if it means that others also know who you are and will approach you, whether to ask about the archon or a simple bard.

what is he most jealous of?

One of his greatest fears is to keep losing the people he loves even though he knows that it is inevitable with the passage of time. Venti would not be able to bear that, apart from factors like this, you would be the one to voluntarily leave his side and go with someone else.

Xiao

how jealous is he from 1 to 10?

6/10 I feel that individual acts would make him feel insecure and jealous over you when you're away from his side, so he tries to always keep an eye on you so he knows where you are. That way he could be ready all the time when he needs to do something because of another person flirting with you.

how possessive is he from 1 to 10?

8/10 His way of expressing that you belong to him in some way or another would be with small marks made by his own teeth on your skin, in places where only he can see and no one else. That's why they are there after all, isn't it?

what is he most jealous of?

When you start spending more time and hanging out with other people, specifically a single one that he doesn't even know by sight and you get to complain to him that he's been checking you out more than usual. Xiao likes to think to himself that he's doing it for your safety.

Kaeya

how jealous is he from 1 to 10?

3/10 Even if he occasionally feels upset by people near you, he prefers to trust you enough that he won't try to do anything unless he feels it's too much and you're not doing anything to stop the situation.

how possessive is he from 1 to 10?

5/10 Only when he is aware that someone is making moves on you will he become more possessive. Whether it's to make you feel a little safer if you send him a look of distress, or to scare off whoever you have after you, no one is going to mess with the cavalry captain's partner.

what is he most jealous of?

It's something he enjoys taking you to bars so you can try his favorite drinks and he can see your reactions. But every time he goes away for more than three seconds and someone comes to buy you a drink Kaeya's face changes, he would come back as fast as possible to your side.

Wriothesley

how jealous is he from 1 to 10?

2/10 Just enough to throw a glance, although he would only do something directly to the person who is flirting with you if their actions escalate quickly. In those cases it would be more to defend you than for his own jealousy, he is not afraid to come to blows.

how possessive is he from 1 to 10?

6/10 He would like to show everyone with a minimal amount of interest that the two of you are doing well together and that you are his, whether it's by pressing you against his body or asking you to stay in his office on his busiest days.

what is he most jealous of?

Definitely some people would only approach you to do you favors and earn Wriothesley's or get closer to him in some way. He would try to keep you away from these people whenever he could, keeping you by his side whenever he saw strange behavior.

[jessamine-rose]

˖⋆˚♱ଘ Angel’s Tears ଓ♱˚⋆˖

*cries* I thought I was done with Church AU after Priest! Dottore yet here I am with more unholy ideas. Welp, Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling, here we go (；ω；)

Tw:: yandere, psychological trauma, blood, violence, death, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 3.8k words under the cut ♡

♡ From the moment of their creation, angels are classified into the Nine Orders. This hierarchy determines their role in Heaven and Earth, with higher ranks assigned greater levels of power and authority. A special exception is The Strongest Angel, an individual who is neither a seraph nor an angel from the First Sphere. Rather, the moniker belongs to Il Capitano, the leader of the Powers.

♡ The legitimacy of his title has never been questioned. As a warrior angel, Capitano’s purpose is to vanquish evil. He is the chivalrous knight in bloodstained armor, the nigh-invincible being who strikes fear into the hearts of demons, the ever-righteous angel bound by a paradoxical duty to partake in violence for the sake of everlasting peace.

♡ It is in a small town in Mondstadt, following his victory over a legion of demons, that Capitano encounters you. It is the hour of mass yet you are nowhere near the Church; rather, you have taken sanctuary in a secluded meadow. A book sits on your lap, not a religious text but a tale of dark fantasy. There is a saintlike quality to your countenance, an air of melancholy as delicate as the flowers which surround you.

✿ ⚘

The moment Capitano appears before you, all peace leaves the meadow.

No, this isn’t right. It is normal for humans to feel fear in the divine presence of angels, yet he is donning his human guise. Nonetheless, as soon as his shadow touches your form, you look up and suppress a shriek, your face losing its veil of apathy.

So what exactly did he do wrong?

For your benefit, he remains rooted to his spot. Clarity comes in the form of your gaze flitting to your book, its title printed on the cover in conspicuous letters, the whispers which leave trembling lips.

“I…I can explain! This book—it’s just fiction! There are no real curses or spells inscribed in the text; it doesn’t promote any form of blasphemy!”

Ah, now he understands. You weren’t afraid of him.

Carefully, Capitano takes a step forward and raises his hand in a calming gesture. A gentle expression adorns his false face.

“Be not afraid.”

✿ ⚘

♡ It doesn’t take long for him to understand your wariness. A glimpse into your soul, paired with your quiet explanation, tells the story of an orphan raised by the Church. Only, your Church is one of many founded on distorted beliefs, of violence preached in the name of a cruel god. As a result, your upbringing was marked by strict rules, corporal punishments, and sermons which painted the image of a hopeless child with a weakness for temptation.

♡ Knowing this, Capitano can’t fault you for forsaking God and your Church. Still in his human guise, he promises his silence and leaves the meadow. But once he returns to Heaven, his first course of action is to apply for a position as your guardian angel. It is an easy process—while that role is typically reserved for the lower ranks, there is no shortage of humans in need of spiritual guidance and protection. He only questions why an angel wasn’t assigned to you when you were in greatest need of one.

♡ Henceforth, Capitano becomes a recurring character in your life. Every week, he visits you in the meadow. When you ask for his identity, he claims to be a progressive believer from another town. But rather than enlighten you with the true Word of God, he simply keeps you company and indulges your “vices,” leading to hours spent reading together. Beyond those meetings, he also watches over you to ward off any demons or humans seeking to harm you.

♡ From your end, you slowly warm up to your mysterious companion. He is a man of few words, but his actions always convey a sense of kindness. And despite his faith, he genuinely respects your beliefs and accepts you as you are. At one point, he even gives you a special gift, a quill pen of exceptional quality. The feather, pure white with a soft radiance, must have been sourced from a rare bird of prey.

♡ Over time, however, something changes. Capitano can’t deny that the faults lies with him. His visits, his constant thoughts of you, the ever-blurring line between want and duty…nothing of his behavior can be attributed to an angel’s inherent love for humanity. If that were the case, his love wouldn’t beget heartache. His love wouldn’t beget the temptation to harm others, rooted not in the name of justice but for your own safety. His love wouldn’t beget lust, guilt, dishonor, desires so sinfully evocative of his own infallibility.

♡ The truth is, you were never in need of spiritual salvation. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, what Capitano saw was a pure soul—a good person unlikely to commit evil nor fall into true temptation. Moreover, he knows that your sin of disbelief is forgivable unlike your Church’s sins of violence. That so long as you remain as you are, your soul will not be denied paradise, albeit in a realm of Heaven beyond Capitano’s jurisdiction. So why is he incapable of leaving your side?

✿ ⚘

“I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.”

As you read the final line, your gaze leaves the book and returns to Capitano.

“What did you think of the story?”

Your shoulder brushes against his own, a tempting sensation. It is all he can do to remain still, to think against seeking out more of your touch, to remind himself that your close proximity is a mere necessity for your current activity.

The left side of the book, bearing the story’s ending, rests in your left hand. The other side is held in Capitano’s right hand, a blank page devoid of hope for a happy ending. When he turns the page, you seamlessly catch it under your thumb to show the next page.

Who knew of the casual intimacies imbued in the act of reading together?

“It was a well-written novel,” he says simply. “Though her sins tarnished her honor, Rosalyne’s sacrifice was an act of love. Her loss did not hinder her faithfulness to Rostam.”

“I feel the same way,” you muse. “Now I understand why this book was banned centuries ago. Forbidden love between angels and humans…it certainly goes against what the Church taught us about angels. I have to give the author credit for their imagination.”

It’s just the two of you again, this time in the library. At the start of winter, you invited Capitano to your workplace. There, in your greatest show of trust, you brought him to a secret room dedicated to texts banned by the Church for promoting “blasphemy.” Fantasy, erotica, anti-Church publications, first editions of censored books, stories which merely deviated from the Church’s popular depictions of spiritual beings.

Molten Moment belongs to the last category. Little do you know that it was based on a true story, that the author had really formed a pact with a demon called La Signora. Capitano himself is mentioned in the story under his true name.

He was one of the few angels who noticed the changes in Rosalyne’s behavior. She was once an ophanim, an angel with no connection to Earth nor humanity. Yet by some twist of fate, she laid eyes on a brave knight from Mondstadt and began to meet him in her human guise.

He was the first to hear of Rosalyne’s sin, that being she saved Rostam’s life during a battle. It was a direct violation of God’s orders: Angels and demons may influence humans, but they are forbidden from directly altering a human’s lifespan.

He was a silent witness to Rosalyne’s descent. She fell from Heaven, burned by her own flames, yet she had never appeared more ecstatic. In the following years, she married Rostam and lived a happy life with him on Earth.

He was the last to recognize Rostam’s soul at the pearly gates, forever separated from his fallen lover. Such had been Rosalyne’s divine punishment, worsened by her knowledge of this possibility. But what else was she to do? To let Rostam know of her true nature? To drag his soul down to Hell, where he’d be subjected to an eternity of undeserved suffering?

Capitano is no fool. As he read Molten Moment, he began to understand Rosalyne’s sin in a new light. Half the time, he couldn’t even concentrate on the text, his human eyes repeatedly drifting to your intense reading expression.

He closes the book, leaving it in your sole grasp. But before he can stand up from the sofa, you scoot closer and lean your weight on him. The book is placed on a nearby table, forgotten.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. Your right hand, empty since the prologue, traces his left hand.

A moment of silence precedes his response. “You may.”

Wordlessly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. A gesture of intimacy, an unspoken confession. Yet as he savors your touch, Capitano wonders if you would harbor the same level of comfort around his true form.

He doubts it. As a Power, he bears an inhuman appearance on par with that of his superiors. It is his true image which has earned him the title of monster by witnessing humans.

Still, he allows himself to indulge in the blessing that is your oblivion. When you look into his two human eyes, there is a soft light in your gaze wholly free of fear.

“Spring is coming soon,” you mutter. “I can’t wait to see the flowers again. Come to think of it, there’s a variety of narcissus which grows only in late spring. It’s very pretty.”

Against his better judgment, Capitano strengthens his grip on your hand. “Shall I take it as an invitation to resume our meetings in the meadow?”

“Sure.” That is when you look up, a small smile adorning your face. “And if you can’t visit for whatever reason, I’ll pick a bouquet and preserve it for you.”

For once, Capitano is rendered speechless.

Rarely do you ever smile. Even to him, you retain your listless disposition—whether it is out of habit or lingering distance, he has yet to discern your reasons. But that is what makes it all the more special, those few instances when he is beholden to your expressions.

He wonders if this is what humans feel in the divine presence of angels, when they are borne witness to all things holy and beautiful.

Your smile is a phenomenon reserved only for the worthiest of souls. And in your grace, he has never felt more undeserving.

✿ ⚘

♡ At the end of winter, a religious war is authorized by the Church of Mondstadt. Shortly after the news reaches your town, Capitano informs you that he will be busy with “work.” He says it during another reading date, featuring Heart of Clear Springs. Before leaving, he kisses your hand and gives you a kind smile. There is a sad look in his eyes, but you don’t inquire further.

♡ In late spring, your town is attacked. With the entire area under fire, from your home to the meadow, you find yourself running back to the sacred building which you’d avoided for years. After all, though the enemy soldiers belong to a different denomination, they still worship the same god as you. In the present, the church is the only place on Earth where you can claim asylum and pray for your survival.

♡ Except every entrance is locked, including the doors to the orphanage. As the army reaches the town square, all you can do is bang on the front doors and beg to be let in. From inside, you can hear the voices of the people that luckily attended mass before the invasion. Some tell you to hide elsewhere, others beg you for forgiveness, a few sound like the nuns and caretakers who tormented you in the past.

♡ Before you can think of another sanctuary, a soldier strikes you. Pain…it has never felt more intense. Through your fading consciousness, you register your body falling and your head hitting the concrete. Blood pools from your forehead and trickles down the steps of the church, tainting it red.

♡ Life flashes before your eyes in a blurry sequence. The static images of God, sermons and bruises, unanswered prayers, people who never believed you or simply didn’t care. A birthday celebrated with your departure from the Church. Sanctuary found in the library followed by the meadow. Yet the numbness remained, each day bleeding into the next in a gloomy haze. In all those years, did you ever feel God’s love?

♡ It doesn’t matter at this point. A small part of you wonders if you should have retained your faith, continued your prayers, sought out salvation in the safety of your solitude. At least then, at the hour of your death, you wouldn’t be confronted with the fact of your humanity. The primal fear of death, the spiritual fear of ending up in Hell no matter Capitano’s reassurances.

♡ Capitano…where is he? Weakly, you call out to him but he doesn’t appear. Of course, why would he? You should feel thankful; it means he is probably safe, wherever he is. Still, you can’t help but wish he were here—if not to save you, as he has done by simply keeping you company, but to comfort you one last time. And those are the thoughts which plague you in your final moments, an unheard prayer on the tip of your tongue.

“I pray that we meet again, myself and the first person who truly loved me.”

♡ ______ died on a cloudy day, one of many people persecuted in the name of God. After the Church was destroyed and its followers slaughtered, their body was buried in a mass grave that once flourished with nature. There was a poignant quality to their countenance, an air of distress as transient as the flowers planted above them.

♡ At least, that is how your story ends from the perspectives of the survivors. But to the angels and demons who witnessed the destruction of your town, your death was only the end of a chapter in your life. In their eyes, Capitano had been present all throughout, an invisible witness to your death, absolute in his refusal to perform an unauthorized miracle.

♡ He remained by your side until the light faded from your eyes. That was when he took notice of the bouquet of narcissus clutched in your hand, tainted with blood despite your feeble efforts to save his gift. A soldier approached your corpse, intending to drag it down the steps for burial; but before they could touch you, Capitano appeared before them.

♡ It was only for a brief second, but the soldier drew back and cowered in fear. In the following days, they were haunted by the memory of the angelic figure who appeared outside the Church of Mondstadt. Or more precisely, the monster who prayed over a bloodstained corpse and took a bouquet of ruined flowers out of their grasp.

✿ ⚘

From the moment you wake up, all peace leaves the meadow.

What happened? Your memory comes back in hazy fragments—death, darkness, blinding light, pearly gates, ethereal figures. Most vivid is the sensation of strong arms and soft feathers, a familiar warmth which accompanied you throughout your journey.

As for your current surroundings, you are in a meadow so beautiful that it brings to mind the Garden of Eden. Flowers of every variety bloom across the scenery, some out of season. The sky is bright, sunless, a canvas of multiple colors. There are no other signs of life.

Internally, too, something feels off. A nearby pond provides a glimpse of your reflection—white garments, gold scars in place of your fatal injuries, your disoriented countenance. If this place is what you think it is…shouldn’t you feel at peace, happy even? And why are you alone?

Your gaze lands on a patch of flowers. Pure white, perianth petals, cup-shaped coronas…the same type of narcissus which grew in your favorite meadow. The flowers point in different directions, as though searching for a sun that does not exist.

“You are awake.”

A shadow touches your form, engulfing you in darkness. It bears a large, unrecognizable shape but such details escape you as you recognize the voice behind you.

“Capitano!” Immediately, you turn around, only to gasp and suppress a scream.

The person before you…can you even call him human? He is incredibly tall, to the point that you must crane your neck to see his face—assuming there is one beneath his iron mask. His body is clad in silver armor, stained blood in some places. A halo, shaped like a crown of thorns, shines behind his head.

But what shocks you are his wings. A single pair covered in radiant white feathers and eerily dark blue eyes. Each eye seems to glow with an uncanny aura.

Dark blue eyes with a striking resemblance to Capitano’s. What more for his long black hair and his solemn manner of speaking?

It doesn’t make your revelation any less unsettling.

“Capitano.” Your voice comes out in a nervous whisper. “Is it really you? You’re a…”

“An angel,” he confesses. He takes a step back, widening the distance between your bodies. “I ask that you pardon my appearance. Such was my sacrifice—for my true form, in all of its monstrosity, to be my sole image.”

His human face comes to mind, along with the kind gaze you fell in love with.

You feel the weight of multiple gazes on you. “What do you mean?”

“Is this realm to your satisfaction?” he asks. “I beseeched God to create a special paradise for you, cut off from the rest of Heaven. The price is that your capacity to feel negative emotions remains in this realm…though that is preferable.”

Preferable? How so? Right now, you can barely process what he is telling you. You are dead. Your companion is an angel. Your soul is in paradise, but not exactly.

After everything you’ve been through, you were still deemed worthy of a place in Heaven.

“I am sorry.”

Capitano’s voice brings you back to reality. He has never sounded more serious, emotional, repentant. And when you look up…

Is he crying?

Most of his eyes remain open, focusing on you with a fervent stare. But others are downcast, as if unable to face you. And a few appear glossy, blinking back iridescent tears.

“I am truly sorry.” He bows his head in shame, wings folded. “What I did to you was cruel, an absolute injustice.”

You don’t know which eyes to make contact with. “You—”

“It must have been painful,” he continues. “Even if I were to justify my actions, the truth lies in the fact that I tolerated your suffering for my own selfish desires. And that is why I ask not for your forgiveness, knowing I am the one at fault.”

Silence. In light of Capitano’s confession, all you can do is stare at him and comprehend the weight of your situation. What exactly are you supposed to feel, knowing his betrayal? Knowing that regardless of your feelings, you have nowhere else to go in the afterlife?

Yet despite it all, your prayer came true. The two of you were able to meet again.

And that is what compels you to take a step forward, to come closer until you are standing in front of him. “Hey, it’s…don’t cry.”

A delicate sensation blesses his wings—your hands carefully tracing his feathers to wipe away his tears. Several eyes widen in surprise, but all he can see in your gaze is sympathy.

“I’ll admit, it was painful,” you tell him. “Dying alone. But maybe it’s…better this way. If I survived, I’d have to deal with the loss of my home. And who knows what kind of living hell the other Church would’ve put me through?”

Above all, Capitano is the only person whose love you can believe in.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. The next words to leave your lips are spoken with certainty, bringing fresh tears to his eyes.

“I’m sure it was an act of love on your part.”

His reaction is sudden, incurring your surprise. But all you can do is surrender to Capitano’s embrace, allow his free arm to hold your waist and pull you closer to him. His wings wrap around you, caging you in soft feathers and eerie blue orbs.

“Capitano?” You can only look up at him, peering into the contents of his mask.

…It’s like staring into an abyss, a night sky dotted with twinkling blue stars. But in the absence of a human likeness, his words express what a face cannot.

“Never again,” he vows, “shall I allow harm to befall you. That is a promise.”

The hand on your waist moves upwards to caress your face. His touch is light, more hesitant than his previous gestures.

“You need not serve God nor partake in fruitful labor like the other souls in Heaven. All I ask is that you rest, indulge yourself, enjoy this paradise to the fullest.”

A flower is pinned to his armor, right above his heart. You recognize it instantly—a narcissus in full bloom, stained with your blood.

“If you desire a flower, it shall grow at once. If there are any books you would like to read, they shall be brought to you shortly.”

What was the name of that variety again? Narcissus triandrus. Angel’s tears.

“If you are in need of my presence, I shall appear before you, so long as I am not in the midst of battle. And should you ever desire the opposite, I can promise my distance.”

When Capitano looks into your eyes, all he can see is his own reflection. Whatever emotion colors your gaze, it casts his true image in a compassionate light.

“I shall do everything in my power to bring you joy for all of eternity. Such will be my penance.”

“...All right.” With that, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. He feels warm, comfortingly familiar. “I’ll trust you on that.”

Rest in peace, ______.

Think not of your mortal body in the beginning stages of decay.

Think not of your tormentors who are paying for their sins in Hell.

Think only of eternity with your beloved savior.

♡

Note:: Church AU is still on my “will not write” list. I only wrote this because I specifically like Priest! Dottore and Angel! Capitano. Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving other characters or dynamics.

Aahhhh it's done....this idea turned out much heavier than expected, but I'm glad that I was able to write this!! I hope you all cried over enjoyed the story of Angel! Capitano and his damsel. They were truly a delight to write for~

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[feelingdozy]

The Nightmares Return

Finnick Odair x Reader

Hunger Games Masterlist

Summary: long after the games and the quarter quell, you're still having nightmares about them and Finnick is the only one able to keep them away.

Warnings: talk of death, talk of killing,talk of blood, nightmares, swearing, crying, yelling, screaming, insecure thoughts/self blame, knife mentions

It's always the same. the nightmares always find ways to return. Your dreams feel like reality, replaying the same horrible events you dread and hate with all of your body.

"y/n!" "Y/n!" "Hurry up!"

Running. Faster than you thought your legs could ever go. Your lungs were exhausted and your tongue deprived of water. You looked back up at your district partner. You felt bad. The knife that struck their stomach didn't help, as the fresh blood splattered on your face covering most of it because they were in such close distance to you.

You ran again. And again. And again and again. you felt bad. You didn't even get their name and they'd already paid death a visit, now a permanent stay. They were so young. So beautiful. So deserving of life unlike you.

You were a loner, even from district 4 a career district, you had no such skills to survive. So you got your way there by sacrifices. human sacrifices. But not on purpose. The first was your unlucky district partner with a knife to the torso with the splatter staining your face.

The next was a random career tribute from 1 or 2- at this point you didn't remember because the only thing you did remember was their excruciating death and the pain they'd gone through by accidentally saving you. How did it come to that? Another career. It's always your 'alliances' til they declare you're not good enough and worthy of their team efforts.

The next wasn't a sacrifice for you, but the deaths to win the horrible games. They thought no one else was alive except for them, battling it out in the arena until they both got each other in the chest with an axe and the other a knife. Injured and bruised, you watched the blood splatter on the ground.

That forever stained your eyes, your brain, your memory. You could never, ever forget what went down those days. You'd never killed anyone, but they showed up asking for your mercy.

"don't kill me y/n. Don't make me die again. It's all your fault."

"I thought you'd help me, y/n? Didn't we have an alliance? You should've saved me from those careers."

But instead you'd sit back and watch. You were the disappointment of your district. How could you just sit back and watch everyone else do the work as a career? The winning tour or whatever it was named, didn't help the fresh nightmares either.

The parents stared into your eyes. You couldn't take it. You couldn't take the looks they gave you. The pain on their faces. Especially the two you were allies with. Their faces were nothing but anger and pain towards you, their eyes dark and wishing death upon you. But what could you do?

You knew it would've been better if you'd died out there and had the other tribute from district 4 win, or anyone else that just wasn't you.

It wasn't worth it.

You only found your meaning in life after the victory tours, in a man close to your age at the time. You had been 16 in those games, and him one year ahead of you making him 17. He was more knowledgeable than you, deserving of his young win and you looked up to his charming and amazing qualities.

By the time you both were somewhat in your 20's and had been mentoring kids for a few years, you knew you couldn't live without each other.

Then the quarter quell came. The greatest thing to tear you apart. Ruin what had been built. Tear years of friendship and love down in a matter of seconds.

Only 1 come out alive in a pool full of victors? It had been the death you had been looking for, desiring, hoping for, if only it had come earlier.

One night prior to the quarter quell, you couldn't sleep. Nothing could put you to sleep as the bad memories flashed through your mind with no remorse. You had cradled into a ball so tight your body ached, the air flow was tight, and your tears pooled up beneath you. At that point your cries grew louder and louder, you thought you had been secretive but most of the peacekeepers could hear your despair through the doors

Your cries muffled your hearing and your mind, so when someone put their arms around you, you jumped and accidentally smacked whoever it was in the face out of survival instinct.

"oh shit"

You said between sniffles, your crying now paused to apologize to however came to comfort you.

"I'm so fucking sorry oh my go-"

They held you closer, and at that point without a word said to each other you knew who it was.

"are you ok Finnick? That was a hard fucking hit"

You laughed, staying cautious because you didn't know if he was actually ok. You heard his contagious laugh after yours, it calmed you down a bit, making you forget about the wet tears down your cheeks.

"I think I should be asking you if you're ok. A little hit gets me a little.. more into the game?"

You both laughed at that, knowing he'd tease you for it later.

"but really y/n, do you need me to stay here? I don't need you missing out on your sleep the day before the games. You at least need to be energized."

He always tried to take your attention away from the bad things when you were upset, getting you to pay more attention to the positives.

"you're not gonna be able to help me when we're in the games y'know-"

"I can help you wherever you need me to y/n, you know that. I've been here for you since I met you and I'm not leaving now."

He said as he planted a kiss on your lips, leaving you suddenly longing for more.

Your eyes widened and guilt dawned on you. He was always so good to you, why couldn't you be the positive one comforting him? He had to get tired of this by now, you guys were in your fucking 20's! How could he not? Years and years and he hasn't once doubted your relationship? Bullshit.

"I don't know why you stay"

You mumbled under your breath before a big sigh. You were moving underneath the blankets as his hand grabbed your arm and held you still for a second, bringing you closer after you looked into his eyes.

"I stay because I love you y/n. No matter how many times you doubt yourself, or hate yourself, or whatever you choose to do. I stay because I love who you are."

You were tearing up again, your tear stained cheeks becoming obvious on your skin as you felt more drop in their place.

"you can't look me straight in the eyes and say that to me before we go into an arena where we're destined to die Finnick. You know I'm not making it out of there alive, you have better chances with someone else!-"

He was quickly towering over your form, hands to the sides of your head. Raising your chin with his soft hand that caressed your cheek ever so softly, you'd think you were already in heaven.

"there's nobody I want to spend my last moments with but you y/n."

He went in for another kiss, you deepening it this time as whenever he touched you, the whole world would disappear and all that was left would be you and him.

It had been years since that, and you both had stayed the same. Finnick ever so persistent with his love for you, and you had become more bold in your words as well. But there's something that had never changed, no matter how long it had been.

The nightmares.

They came in all different forms, sometimes they'd chase you til you awake in a cold sweat or just stand over you and threaten your life until you woke up screaming. His arms always wrapped around you knowing how it felt because sometimes you'd be the one to comfort him and his nightmares, as he had the same problems as you.

You both didn't know what you'd do without each other. Your arms comforted each other, sweet voices reassuring one another you were ok and there were no games anymore.

When would it end? You both never knew, but you knew that you'd always have each other.

[nejiverse]

THE FINAL PIECE

[Hayakawa family series]

This is a combination of this and this request since they're very similar.

cw: mentions of vomiting but not detailed at all, soft soft aki!

689 words

Y/n hadn't been feeling well for a few days now and she didn't have a fever or anything which is what confused both her and Aki.

Said man rubbed smooth circles on her back soothingly as Y/n was sat down on the floor, slouched over the toilet absolutely drained from puking her guts out.

Aki felt so bad, so guilty even though it wasn't necessarily his fault. He thought maybe he put something in his cooking that her stomach didn't like.

He pursed his lips before opening his mouth to speak.

"What can I do for you?", he asked softly. "Anything at all", he added as he helped her up upon her request. She didn't know what to do and neither did Aki.

It was only when swishing water in her mouth, a plausible idea came to mind.

"Now that I think about it, I have a family history of vomiting and fatigue but under a certain condition..", Y/n was a bit hesitant to actually say what she thought was happening. She didn't know how he would react, not that she thought Aki would hate the idea, she was just scared.

"And what condition is that", Aki inquired.

Now she just had to say it. The ravenette noticed how her foot tapped against the tiled floor of the bathroom and how she averted her gaze to the side.

He let out a deep breath and closed what little distance was between them, gently moving his hands up to her shoulders.

"You can tell me", his voiced had never been so silvery. "You know I won't think any different of you", and his eyes..there was a natural soothing quality to them.

Her body calmed down and her brain was no longer working at alarming rates.

"I might be pregnant", she said in a quiet voice.

Aki's eyes brightened in such an endearing manner that it made Y/n's bad thoughts go away. She giggled lightly at this.

"I'll go buy a few tests really quickly", the man jabbered.

Y/n was elated. The thought of having her own child with Aki brought great joy to her heart. They were married, she was 24 which she thought was a reasonable age. Her mother always said to her that feeling a person grow within you and raising them was the greatest privilege and greatest accomplishment one could ever have and she wanted to feel that.

The baby would be a lovely completion to their small family and so when she laid eyes on the two red lines of the first pregnancy test, and the other saying 'pregnant' in bold text, she let out a small yelp.

Aki walked closer to the closed door worryingly. "Y/n? Are you okay—", once he said those words, the woman came out of the bathroom and enveloped Aki in a tight hug, some tears escaping her eyes and soaking into his shirt.

He figured he'd wait till she stopped crying to ask what the test said but when he went to intertwine their fingers together in a way of comforting her, she slipped the test into his hand.

There was a moment where Aki's face washed blank with confusion, like his brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information from his widened eyes. Every muscle of his body just froze before a grin crept onto his face, it soon stretched from one side to the other showing his excited expression.

In that moment his arms squeezed a fraction tighter and Y/n breathed more slowly, her body melting into his as every muscle lost its tension to the warm air. This was real.

"Thank you so much love", he muttered into the crook of her neck.

He murmured so much 'thank yous' and 'I love yous' that day, too much for Y/n to even think of counting.

Hayakawa family masterlist :)

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS FOR 1K FOLLOWERS MUAH MUAH

[stardust-falling]

Thanks for answering my ask. If you don't mind me asking (again), can I ask something from SVSSS? What do you think are Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

P.s

If you want to answer the questions above with Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun's dynamics, too, I don't mind....

I love reading your posts. Thanks for sharing your analysis metas.....

It's a little difficult for me to nail down clear strengths and weaknesses in personality, because many things which are strengths can also be weaknesses, and weaknesses can also be strengths-- I think some of the best written characters are ones which subvert things like that. Coincidentally, both SY!QQ and LBH exhibit this which makes me enjoy the characters even more.

Long again, so under the cut:

For Shen Yuan, he's clever and adaptable, while he does freak out upon discovering his character role, the transmigration itself hardly fazes him, and throughout the whole story he goes from one mess to another and is almost always able to adjust. Of course, part of this is because he knows the plot of PIDW, and it all feeds into one of his biggest strengths-- self-confidence. I don't often see in fic SY!QQ being written as confidently as he actually is. Aside from when his death is imminent, this man is basically 100% sure of himself in his actions-- he makes a plan and takes it without hesitation and is only rarely seen doubting himself. Typically it works out well for him, actually-- it's this confidence in himself, his abilities, his knowledge, as well as his objectivity, that makes him able to take on this new role, outwit the system where possible, and plan ahead for the future without getting too bogged down in self-doubt and criticism. There are a lot of characters that carry a lot of self-hatred in this story (SQH being a major one... which naturally contributes to everyone else) but Shen Yuan is not one of those. And it's not just him thinking he's the best either-- rather, he's perfectly able to be objective, he understands his own mediocrity, his own strengths and weaknesses. Aside from the sexuality issue, SY!QQ is pretty comfortable with himself.

Where that becomes a weakness, though, is when he is over-confident-- when he thinks that the way he views the world is universal, or that he knows perfectly the way the story ends. If he's adaptable in circumstance, he's rigid in mindset, and it's not until something is directly thrown into his face (or rather, kisses his face) that he even considers that he might have had the wrong idea about a situation. He's a logical person, to a fault-- once something makes sense in his mind, it's hard to change it.

As for Luo Binghe, the boy is determined and devoted-- one of his greatest qualities, which also gives rise to character flaws, would be his tenacity. He isn't someone who will give up, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants-- and this is something that is true for both Bingge and Bingmei, it's only that Bingmei actually does know what he wants and focuses on that one thing, while Bingge isn't entirely sure, and so focuses on controlling and taking everything.

His determination first manifests, of course, as a determination to survive at all costs, and is an intrinsic part of his "white lotus" character archetype-- meaning, a character that appears sweet and naive but is actually cunning and manipulative beneath that. LBH learned to be manipulative from a young age, but it wasn't because he was evil or anything-- that was just what he had to do to stay alive. Later on, he continued to carry that same desperate tenacity toward something more than just survival-- Luo Binghe wanted to be loved and valued, and no matter what, he would get that. Both versions, actually were the same way, just with a specific target in Bingmei's case vs a non-specific target in Bingge's. Determination and tenacity are usually seen as inherently positive qualities-- in fact, I would say that this quality is basically what makes a protagonist, as the character that is going out and getting what they want despite the difficulties. Overcoming difficulties is how one makes a satisfying story, after all.

The interesting thing with LBH is that despite all of this tenacity, his manipulative traits, etc, he's still a kind and thoughtful person. Again, part of what makes a protagonist a protagonist in many cases-- a character like Luo Binghe, in many stories especially when told from the protagonist's perspective, is meant to be liked by the readers. Luo Binghe, of course, subverts that in some cases by being a darkened protagonist from the start, but also, as much as you can see his tenderness, his concern, his acts of service as a love language, you can also see it as a survival tactic, which begs the question-- how much of LBH's kindness toward SQQ is out of love, and how much out of fear? How much is still carried over from his desperation to be loved by the Shizun who hated him? How much is because he's afraid of losing what he has?

Honestly it's hard to answer-- and that's how it is with trauma. In the end though, I don't think it makes him ingenuine. Most people can't imagine what it would be like to go through Luo Binghe's upbringing, but I'd like everyone critical of the character to take a moment to think about it, to try to empathize with what that history of abandonment and neglect, of being targeted by both peers and superiors no matter how hard you tried, of hoping that things would get better only to have that hope shattered again and again every time, try to think about what that sort of thing would end up doing to your mind-- especially as a developing child. That's the only thing you know-- that's the way the world is to you. LBH's choices, the way he responds to things, it makes a lot more sense when you realize that from his perspective, he finally did something that managed to get SQQ to like him, and finally started opening up, maybe even daring to hope that things would be okay now-- and then the conference happened, and Shizun threw him away again. From his perspective, that's all he knows-- and that's still all he knows as of post-canon too. Obviously, LBH has plenty of issues, and the way he behaves can't be considered good, but it's still understandable.

Anyway, that was a bit of a long rant, but that's a lot of how I see characters, where I'm not usually thinking of them as "good" or "bad" people but as a series of cause and effects, and what makes a good character to me is if the cause and effects in their lives are portrayed well-- that's why I think that so many characters in SVSSS are very good characters, and why I'm so fond of them.

As for Bingqiu's dynamic, my favorite thing has to be how they are simultaneously very unhealthy while also somehow being healthy too? Specifically, they cater to one another's specific fucked up tastes in a way that what would be a red flag for anyone else is a bonus for them-- for example, LBH likes SQQ specifically because of SQQ being his shizun, rather than despite it, while SQQ finds LBH's tendency toward brutality rather charming and would prefer to cheer for his victory, so long as it doesn't come with the total destruction of the world, and doesn't involve he himself having his limbs removed. They've both got very... interesting perspectives and it really shouldn't work between them, neither of them know how to have a healthy relationship with healthy boundaries, and yet somehow in the end it... it does work, and they do establish boundaries-- boundaries that SQQ likes to have pushed, and LBH likes to push, but boundaries nonetheless-- and aside from the first time at Maigu Ridge (which LBH doesn't even want to acknowledge), no matter what they're doing, they always do it with consent.

I love to see the growth in their relationship from the absolute hot mess it is in the main novel, then improving and balancing out through the extras. It's just... so very interesting to see a relationship that starts out extremely unhealthy becoming less so, and ultimately becoming one where it seems both partners are quite happy... honestly, despite the weirdness of it, endgame Bingqiu really isn't very bad at all. Because guess what, sometimes relationships don't start out healthy. That doesn't mean there's nothing to save from them. Sometimes partners can hurt one another and still turn out to be good for one another in the end. People change, relationships change, and sometimes it really is for the better-- and I'm speaking from personal, IRL experience with this. It's not for everyone, but for me, I find the storyline of going from something very toxic and unhealthy to something stable, where Bingqiu are happily living out their cottagecore dreams despite SQQ's still-occasionally-cynical narration, extremely cathartic and somewhat unique. It's not just a bad relationship that miraculously turned good or was retconned into being good. It's a bad relationship where the partners put in the work to turn it into a good one, and I really wish that people would look at it with more nuance-- because if even fictional characters and relationships need nuance, real life people and relationships definitely need it too.

Anyway, I would do Moshang too, but this already got super, super long, so I'll go ahead and save the Moshang meta for another day.

[emeraldspiral]

Thinking about Dib's Dilemma and it being like a big Coming of Age moment for him.

Like, every child experiences a moment in their life where they realize their parents are human and imperfect and I feel like that issue was that moment for him. Like, Membrane's already on a pedestal because he's Dib's father so his opinion was always going to matter more to him than anyone else's, but the sense of importance is amplified so much further because the rest of the world also puts him on a pedestal as the world's smartest man and greatest humanitarian. That's why Dib can handle the rest of the slavering masses not believing him but he needs his dad's approval more than anything else. Dib knows he's right and his dad is wrong about aliens and the paranormal, but he still sees his dad as a perfect godlike being, so if Membrane doesn't believe him then it must be his fault. He hasn't made a good enough argument or provided enough compelling evidence to convince him, so he has to work harder in order to get that validation he's after.

But then he sees his dad in the same position he's been in. He knows he's right when everyone else is doubting him and needs to feel validated. Dib in that moment has enough compassion and emotional intelligence to give Membrane what he needs and set aside his own need to Be Right and be validated but Membrane isn't able to reciprocate it.

And I think that's the moment Dib had the epiphany that parents have their own baggage and hangups and it's a THEM problem, not a YOU problem. Your parents aren't divorcing because of you, your dad doesn't go out drinking every night because of you, your mom isn't hyper-critical because of you. Their behavior is not about anything you did wrong. Membrane's withholding of the validation that Dib's been seeking isn't because Dib has failed to earn it with the right proof. It's because Membrane, for however intelligent he is in many other regards, is just as stupid as everyone else when it comes to aliens.

What's more, he's also less mature than his own 12-year-old child and can't set aside his need to always be right for Dib when Dib can do it for him. So Dib has not only realized that his dad has flaws and that he's not the problem, but also that Membrane's not entirely someone to emulate. Dib may not have wanted to be the same kind of scientist as Membrane, but he still very much wanted to be just like him in the sense of being accomplished in his own field and beloved by the world. But for the first time he's seeing a quality in his dad that he doesn't want to emulate. He's seeing a character flaw that he recognizes in himself and is able to move beyond as a 12-year-old that his middle-aged father still possesses and may not overcome for the rest of his life. He's realizing for the first time that he's not only capable of one day being as good as his dad, but in some ways he's already surpassing him.

Every kid experiences this, and once they have this realization they're not only able to let go of the need for approval from their fallen idols, they're also able to start recognizing more of their parents' negative qualities and how they've affected them. With Dib, it's been pointed by others that he's often just as dismissive of other people as his dad is to him. And yeah, usually he's right when it comes to things like Chickenfoot, but it's still rude and unkind to just tell people that what they believe is stupid or they're insane. But I think now that Membrane's been knocked off his pedestal Dib might finally be able see that just because Membrane did it to him doesn't mean it was right and isn't something he should do to others.

[theamityelf]

I enjoy calamity and details too much so I have to ask RE: your Undead Hope’s Peak AU… do you think Makoto and Komaeda would suffer SOME sort of side effects to being constantly exposed to the zombie virus? At the very least I can’t imagine either of them were able to be as vigilant on caring for themselves as they could be, especially being surrounded and essentially drenched in blood, rot, and death. If the virus was ever reversed, I have to wonder if that wouldn’t be the greatest time for both Makoto and Komaeda’s bodies to tap out and get some rest whether either of them volunteered or not lmao. Also judging by how awful the reserve course is getting the brunt of things I can’t imagine vengeance isn’t close at hand for them. This could end up causing the reserve course despair attack without Junko’s influence.

To your first point, I can definitely see them at the very least getting sick pretty regularly. They try to keep the room and their classmates as clean as possible, but yeah, the amount of stuff they're exposed to and the amount of times they get bitten and maybe forget to bandage it until later or just are too busy for a while, at the very least some of those bites get super infected with just regular pathogens. These guys have unbandaged bites while bathing with a bunch of undead people; I think at the very least, they feel sick.

I'd say one plausible way that the undead virus could affect them is that they develop a higher tolerance for those blood and meat smells. By which I only mean their disgust instincts are decreased, but they will still have a physical reaction if they're exposed for too long. So being around all that decay will still make them physically ill, but they won't feel the disgust leading up to it, so they won't know to be as vigilant as they need to be.

The smell of rotten meat doesn't bother them all that much anymore, but they will still vomit if they're in the room with a lot of it for very long. And they will still get sick if they're handling something that carries disease.

Their immune systems are definitely in a bad place on the basis of exposure, diet, and not getting enough quality rest, so they'd also be getting regular colds and stuff pretty often.

(If we wanted to, we could definitely also say that the undead virus that they're immune to, the regular infection in the bites, and whatever regular cold or flu they might come down with, end up mixing together and create whole new cultures of disease.)

To your point about the reserve course, I think Hajime could even be the catalyst for that. Maybe the reserve course didn't know that any of the lucksters were setting traps for them, because those who found out were already caught in the traps and so never got to tell anyone before they got eaten. Maybe Hajime is the first to make it back to the others with news of having been caught in an actual human trap to be fed to the main course.

I'm thinking, before that point, they didn't feel slighted by anyone in particular; they just felt like they got caught up in a zombie apocalypse, like in the movies, and it's no one's fault; just bad luck. They felt the faculty had no choice but to lock them here, since the disease had spread so much, and now they just have to survive until there's a cure. Maybe it occurred to some of them that they were here to be food for the undead, but those people were treated as conspiracy theorists. Hope's Peak may have its faults, but they wouldn't feed students to anyone. They just weren't evacuated in time, and the school had to barricade the campus so none of the undead could get out and hurt way more people.

But then Hajime gets back with news that there are human main course students setting traps to feed the talentless to the Ultimates, and that even the nice luckster who protected Hajime from such a fate is just being used by the school to take care of the Ultimates, and that causes an uproar. They realize they're being sacrificed, and they want to fight back.

Maybe they want to attack the undead, but more likely they want to charge the barricades and escape. They refuse to be the school's disposable sacrifices, even if it means the undead are able to leave the campus and infect more people outside.

[seriousbrat]

hi i'm really curious to hear your opinion on this post: https://www.tumblr.com/oxydiane/693952155206500352/honestly-people-who-are-insufferable-about-the?source=share

well first off idk what they mean by people being insufferable about the prank exactly but i think it's just common sense to hold Sirius responsible for it. like it was his fault lol. I don't know if recognising that your favourite characters (and Sirius is one of mine) have flaws and did bad things sometimes counts as "crucifying" them rather than just enjoying the characters as they are, so I'm not sure what they're referring to. they do say in the tags that they don't think Sirius was in the right to be fair, but I think it's somewhat disingenuous to claim that Sirius wasn't expecting Snape to go down there when there's no evidence for that and even if true it wouldn't change the outcome.

I think there's a tendency in fandom to think you can only like characters if they're understood as 100% good flawless people whose every action is justified somehow. to me not only is this boring it's just kind of ridiculous. I think there's no way around the fact that Sirius did something that was objectively extremely fucked up not only to Snape but also to Remus, and then later displayed little remorse for it as far as we know ("‘I’m bored,’ said Sirius. ‘Wish it was full moon.’") and like... who cares? In the sense that to me, that just makes him an interesting character. And I don't think it erases his good qualities, it just makes him complex.

As far as Snape, like I said in another post I do think that he had some responsibility in the matter. And as a Snape fan this is worth discussing imo and the same exact thing goes for him as it does for Sirius. I think his obsession with discovering what the Marauders were up to went past the point of reasonable and that's why he was so easily manipulated into going down into the willow (for someone so intelligent, walking into an obvious trap is not his greatest moment lol) and we're shown in canon that this obsession was also interfering with his ability to be a good friend to Lily. If I absolutely had to choose then yeah, I think Sirius is more at fault than Sev but that's not as interesting to me as exploring the different motivations at play in the situation. Either way it's kind of a dishonest reading to try and make excuses or handwave rather than accepting that Everyone Is Terrible and just being okay with that.

I guess my point is, are you really a fan of a character if you have to overlook their flaws and weak moments in canon? it's a question worth asking. I love both Snape and Sirius because they have flaws but also admirable traits and I'm chillin feeling absolutely no need to defend anyone lol

edit- oh also I agree with your replies to that post, I've just seen them :)

[mysteryman-17]

* B1RD-BR4IN 3000 - ATK 10 DEF 5 * One of the Conductor's greatest props ever. * Or so he says.

Time’s End is an AHIT/Undertale crossover AU of sorts, taking place in the aftermath of a timeline where you lose the final boss fight against Mustache Girl. You can find the write-up here! In addition, you can find the write-ups for the Neutral Endings and TimeWarp Route Requirements on Google Drive! The logo for Time's End was designed by @bittybattybunny. She's an incredible artist, be sure to check out their work here on Tumblr and over on Twitter!! This track was commissioned from my boi Wisteria Bird Studios. Be sure to check out his work too!

Motifs:

Battle of Award 42

Train Rush

original

You can listen to this track in high quality on the AU’s SoundCloud here, and in their separate "in-game" loops on Google Drive! The rest of the description is underneath the Read More.

The Conductor fills Mettaton's shoes in this world. He may be the sole greatest influencer in the bird entertainment now (thanks to him ousting Grooves during the initial "Time's End" fiasco) but… he's incredibly bored and agitated. There are no obstacles in his path to success, and only now does he realize how much he despises it -- though he'll be damned if he EVER admits to missing DJ Peck Neck for now at least. His kinder side -- although still faintly there -- has become a LOT harder for his crew to see over time, especially Thomas the Inventor, who receives the brunt of Conductor's unchecked cockiness and fury nowadays. Bow Kid's arrival in the Mafia Flows makes Conductor immediately pounce on the opportunity for something CLOSE to a rival in his life again. For the "dungeon" scene in this AU: the Conductor had a mech built from and disguised within the remnants of his first ever train (which derailed and was damaged beyond repair,) and after some reminiscing, he ambushes Bow Kid and SMASHES the old passenger car. The battle starts from here. …Unbeknownst to Conductor, Tom has his own ideas, so the mech has a lot of faults that Bow Kid is able to exploit.

Ye ik it's still not funni musriel his theme real but I was low-key getting a bit tired of putting so many "heavy" tracks one after another on the account. So here's the song that plays when you fight a scottish bird's mecha built from a goddamn steam train. This is yet another one of the ideas in this AU where I had no ideas initially, then wound up shitposting my way into coming up with something needlessly-but-also-majorly awesome. Except this one actually winds up tying a bit into the "arc" I settled on for this part of the story! (A large string of these sorts of ideas also happen to be in the "Hotland" portion of this AU, come to think of it. Sexy robot rectangles and weeaboo lizards overcomplicate things ig lmaooooooo) The track is very much inspired from Digga-Leg's Theme from Super Mario Galaxy 2; the Super Mario RPG flavor was all Kristian's idea, and he did a fantastic job on this piece. Was fantastic working with him, as always. Hope you guys enjoy! :) (P.S. uhhhh don't worry i have an idea for the "Oh! One True Love" replacement too, i just honestly don't give enough of a fuck to wait to finish that one before i post this one. out-of-order posting for the win baybeeeeeeeeee!) (P.P.S. ik i didn't post the updated track 71 here on tumblr after the soundcloud post last month, part of me honestly doesn't rly feel like it but i'll maybe see about doing it when i can force myself lmaooooooo)

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

It's so weird how a good chunk of the people who like Clyde say that him not being that curious in Hopes isn't a huge deal, when I distinctly remember how Claude was given a lot of flak in the fandom for trying to get to Jeralt's dairy the way he did. Which he only did... because he was curious...

Claude also was fed a lot of information about the Church from Solon, who was trying to make Claude more antagonistic towards it. Which could only work... if Claude is very curious...

And he'd has thoughts about a world without Rhea, but ultimately never goes through with it because he knows she's holding a lot of important information that should be revealed. Which he'd only care about... if he were curious...

There's also how Claude came to Fodlan in large part because he wanted to see the other side of his heritage. Which would be him only being involved in the game at all... because he is curious...

Nevermind the whole drive of his route being to discover secrets - TWSITD, Rhea, Byleth, the Nabateans, Nemesis. With that all being pushed... by his curiosity...

Him never talking to Dimitri before invading him (and him invading Dimitri in the first place), him not caring about what Rhea's hiding, him not really questioning Her Majesty and why she wants them to join forces (enough to actually affect his decisions anyway), all have huge impacts on GW's plot, and they ALL hinge on Clyde being completely uncaring about learning anything new. GW's Part 2 can't happen at all if Clyde is even remotely as curious as Claude ever was at any point in 3H, but people are so willing to brush it off as if it doesn't matter.

I think what gets lost of the time is one of those most interesting things about Claude, and, fuck, even Dimitri: their greatest asset is their biggest flaw. For Dimitri, it's his empathy, which makes him a fair ruler and a good friend. It also made him negligent of himself and, for a period of time, cruel to his friends.

Claude is curious, and at times it can be to a fault.

Like you point out, he's pretty crass about getting the diary after Jeralt's death. He's not callous about Byleth's grief, per se, he's just got other priorities. Which is the perfect character flaw for someone with the positive traits he has. Claude was flawed and nuanced long before Hopes was even hinted at. He was funny, he was determined, he was kindhearted. He was also singleminded, out of touch, and secretive (for good reasons, but secretive nonetheless).

Just as empathy is the cornerstone of Dimitri's character, curiosity is the cornerstone of Claude's. Any rendition of him with that quality stripped away is one that doesn't understand him at all.

[dearly-dreaming]

•𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄•

Title: Quality time.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x fem!reader

Word count: 1273

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of separation and Jessamy (rip)

Summary: Morpheus has been far too busy, you don’t want to distract him. With some clever words from a friend you find yourself having some much needed quality time.

Author’s note: Just a little blurb for you lot cause my mental state is all over the place and I need to take things slowly rn. I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to leave me suggestions for stories :)

•𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄•

You hadn't seen each other in days.

It had been no one's fault, not really. Morpheus had just been so terribly busy with finding his tools, rebuilding the Dreaming and reassuring his people that he would not leave again and throw them into an abyss of uncertainty and fear.

It was no one's fault but gods did you miss him.

You missed being able to trace his strong features that were akin to stone. You missed being able to glide your thumb across his lips that held the softness of petals. Most of all, you missed being able to be in the comfort of his arms, his soul whispering quiet, fond words to yours.

You were restless.

Lucienne knew it too.

She walked up to you with a soft gaze, hand gently coming to lay on your arm.

You smiled.

As soon as you had stepped into the Dreaming as Morpheus' lover and Queen you had been quick to get rid of all the formalities and titles directed toward you.

You were glad Lucienne was so open with you, she was one of your greatest friends in the Dreaming.

Your heart winced at the thought of a certain white-breasted raven that you had helped adapt to her new role in the Dreaming.

Your dear Jessamy.

Lucienne's eyes glinted, gaze knowing, "Perhaps...you might want to read this book in the throne room?"

You furrowed your brows, heart panging, "Why? Morpheus is in there?"

"Exactly," She hummed, pushing her circular glasses further up her nose.

"He's working," You drawled playfully, "I don't wish to distract him."

Lucienne rose a brow, "How would you distract him if you merely sat and read?"

You swore you felt her smugness as you remained silent, unable to answer. The dark-skinned woman smiled in silent victory, eyes shimmering softly, "I think you would both be thankful to just be in one another's presence."

"You are correct. Thank you, Luci," You smiled brightly, rising from your seat as you pressed a swift kiss to the woman's cheek.

Lucienne smiled fondly and tapped your nose, "You are most welcome."

She watched as you practically ran through the hallways of her library, feeling as light as the wind, your body as light as a feather. Lucienne shook her head, what else was to be expected from a Child of Air?

And a Child of Air you were.

Lucienne remembered the first time you'd met, she'd been conducting a census for Morpheus, and had stepped into Fiddler's Green. And there you were. She was instantly amazed, your eyes were bright, free.

It was no wonder why Lord Morpheus had been so taken by you.

The hallways that winded like a labyrinth were so familiar to you, streaming with your husband's power, a mere extension of himself. Within minutes you were standing in front of the doors to the throne room, the handles pulse with power, shimmering beneath your grasp, recognising you.

You took a breath and swept silently into the room.

Your heart breathed with you.

Your husband sat on his throne, hair a wilder mess than it usually was. Books were scattered around him. He looked exhausted.

You smiled when you realised he had not sensed nor heard you, too consumed in his work. How you loved his unyielding dedication.

SIlently you moved toward him, climbing up the stone stairs with ease. The book held in your hands hummed with amusement as you attempted not to disturb him.

When he was like this it was almost impossible to stir him from his concentration, anyway.

You paused for a moment when you stood in front of him, then you stelled onto the floor, side brushing against his leg. A moment of pause. No reaction.

You smiled, pressing into his leg as you nestled between it and his throne.

You blissfully ignored your own throne.

You spent a good while reading your book, the childhood story of an aspiring author long since forgotten. You were perfectly content, soul humming now it was next to its other half.

Then you felt Morpheus shift.

"My wife," He murmured, voice as raspy as an echo.

"My husband," You mused just as quietly, tilting your head to face him.

You were surprised to find his face mere inches from yours, hovering over you. You took him in like he was a breath of wonder, his dark eyes glittering with everything and anything.

You loved those eyes.

It felt almost like an eternity as the two of you gazed at one another for the first time in days. A moment of clarity in an array of raging storms. You saw the way Morpheus' features slowly relaxed, softening in a way that made your heart quiver.

His lips tilted upwards as his cold hand came to cup your cheek, endearment flooding his eyes. You openly leaned into his hand, relishing in the way his thumb gently stroked your cheek. His hold was as light as a feather, as light as the night and as fond as the skies.

"Why not sit on your throne? Does it displease you? I shall change it immediately," Dream hummed urgently, any form of discomfort would be eliminated within seconds if you merely asked.

A smile graced your lips and Morpheus was suddenly reminded of the wonders of creation.

"I adore my throne," You murmured softly, unwilling to break the atmosphere that had built around the two of you, "But I would disregard any and all thrones if it meant I could be beside you."

You saw Morpheus' eyes shimmer.

In an instant, you were yanked up by soft hands and were easily placed on Morpheus' lap. The slight chill of his body made you shiver, your soul crying out in relief.

Gods, you had missed his touch.

With ease, you nestled into his embrace, hands finding his firm shoulders, legs tangling with his as you rested on his chest. You melted into his hold, knowing that it was your rightful place.

You know that feeling you get in your chest when your family's driving home late at night and all you can hear is the humming of the car? That was what you felt when you were in the safety of Morpheus' arms.

His head rested on top of yours, cradling your body so gently it was like you were a cloud, "I am so sorry for neglecting you, my love."

"No," You whispered into his skin, "This isn't your fault. Never. I am merely happy to be by your side, knowing you are safe."

He softened, even more, melting into the warmth that was you. His breath shuddered, body shaking at the intense contact. he had been away from you for a century and now he was so desperate for your touch that it frightened him.

But he would be frightened no longer.

His arms came to clutch your waist, holding you so tightly that if you were mortal you would have cracked under the pressure. You welcomed his desperate embrace without hesitation, curling around him so much there was no space between you, bodies moulded together.

It was just you two. Nothing could break you apart anymore. Nothing.

Morpheus' lips found yours in a tender kiss, words whispered, "And I would give anything to be your side, my love," He sighed softly, "I love you, y/n."

You smiled and pressed your lips to his against and again, "And I love you, Morpheus."

Later, when any of the dream folk walked into the throne room they would quickly leave, not wanting to interrupt. It had been so long since they had seen the fearsome King of Dreams curled up upon his throne like a cat with you, his wife and Queen held in his arms.

Anyone who laid eyes upon the two of you would know one fact.

Your soul was at home and so was his.

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[knightsteapot]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ COUPLE TIME +1

Chap I | Chap II

Dick Grayson x Latina!reader

SMAU | fluff

Light mentions of +18 activities, nothing explicit.

Author's notes 🌞: Don't expect a big plot out of this series, I just want to give you guys some comfort after a long day of working hard at whatever you're doing. Remember that taking breaks is healthy and necessary.

Don't forget I'm writing a Jason Todd's series too, that one has an interesting plot, action and soon... Some smut. Thank you for reading!

Also,I won't be using the line layout anymore, I love it but it shows the time and it breaks the fantasy hahahaha. I hope you don't mind. Comments and reblogs are super appreciated.

The hotel was charming, of course, Bruce's money could pay something more luxurious but the rustic vibe of the place was enough for you, it was warm, private and nice. Dating one of the Wayne kids was a whole new thing for you, it came with a perfect picture experience; galas, cocktails, luxury brands, champagne, gowns but despite how tempting that sounded it wasn't what you were looking for when you started dating Dick, actually, you ignored who he was the first time you two met in the line of a concert in Metropolis city.

You remembered that day perfectly, and always wondered why a rich boy would be in line for a concert instead of paying for VIP treatment, later on you discovered he wasn't exactly fond of the typical rich boy's life, no, he was a good person, a bit of a show off and dangerously charming, but a good boy in general terms, a funny one as an extra plus. As it was magic things between you two developed in something more than a cool friendship and soon enough you found yourself sharing with him the Wayne experience, after the first year of relationship you started sharing the Batboy experience, you'd never become a vigilante but you were there to help in any way you could. You became part of the family as if it was your destiny.

The life you built with Dick was like that hotel; simple yet beautiful in its own way. You couldn't ask for more. Settling into a new country was one of your greatest challenges, it was hard, scary but in between the loneliness and the uncertainty, Dick held your hand making you feel at home.

Your phone rang waking you up. You felt tired, your body hurt, you needed more sleep and probably some food... After a deep sigh of resignation you checked your texts only to find yourself red and dizzy. The current situation was embarrassing.

You convinced yourself that it was entirely Dick's fault and that Damian believed your dirty lie. Unable to sleep more you decided to take a shower, today's activity didn't involve Capybaras but it involved hiking, a beautiful scenery, some nice food and quality time with your boyfriend... and his baby brother.

Time went by quickly, Damian, Dick and you were eating a light breakfast before starting your journey into the beautiful Perú with the promise of a wonderful experience once you arrive to some secret river with a wonderful story, probably related to the indigenous communities and their legacy, you hoped.

Perfect location, great company, stunning scenery, awful body state. Your legs were screaming for you to stop and rest, you couldn't help but feel heavy, sleepy, did you regret it? No, who'd regret fucking Dick Grayson? And the fact that he was walking through the natural landscape with so much grace was bad for your mental health. On the other hand Damian looked like the happiest kid in the world, and he probably was, it made you smile because following your show off of a boyfriend and having general body pain was absolutely worthy of it meant Robin himself had the chance to act like a child.

And just like your first adventure took place. Dick was, oh, so nice that carried you on his back, guilt acting most definitely. You couldn't make it to the river, that was an experience for another day, but you had a great time exploring a cave, sighting exotic birds and having typical Peruvian food for lunch, it was heavenly.

You loved Gotham but moments like that made you think of the day in the future in which you'd have a normal life with Dick, far from the danger, the villains, the constant threat of death.

"A penny for your thoughts"

"It's nothing, it was a nice day, isn't it?"

"It was. It always is when I'm with you and Damian."

"How charming, Mr. Grayson."

"By the way, sorry for being so rough lat night. I didn't mean to hurt you. We can take a bath when we arrive to the hotel."

"It's okay, I asked you to be rough, I liked it. It's just I wasn't expecting to wake up so early and well, hiking wasn't a good idea."

[kopw]

from the baka gaijin + friends vol. 2 photo zine. click for higher quality. english transcriptions under the cut!

45 Questions + 45 Answers with Drew Parker/Chris Brookes

Q: Are you a spiritual person? D: Not in the slightest. C: Not really, but I like the idea of it.

Q: Who is your greatest opponent? D: Masashi Takeda. C: My own self doubt.

Q: Which wrestler do you see yourself in most? D: Jeff Hardy. C: The Great Sasuke.

Q: What is your favourite film? D: The Cat in the Hat. C: Battle Royale, True Romance.

Q: Who is a famous person you would like to meet? D: Daisuke Kiso. C: Mio Imada.

Q: What is beautiful for you? D: Dogs. C: Mio Imada.

Q: What is ugly for you? D: My reflection. C: Spiteful people.

Q: What are you like when you get drunk? D: Loud but harmless. C: I don't think I really change much. Too open.

Q: Are you left or right handed? D: Left. C: Left.

Q: Any comment for the world of pro-wrestling! D: It's shit. C: Have more fun.

Q: What is Japan like? D: Very welcoming. C: Wonderful.

Q: What's the angriest you've ever been? D: I'm never angry. C: I'm a very short term, slightly agitated person. I don't get really angry.

Q: What are your greatest weaknesses? D: Discipline. C: Self doubt.

Q: Do you like fashion? D: If it's black I'll wear it. C: I like Death by Roll-Up. Most fashion seems stupid.

Q: What time do you usually wake up/go to sleep? D: 7am/11pm. C: 8am/2am.

Q: Favourite thing to watch on YouTube? D: Games console restoration videos. C: People restoring rusty/dirty antiques.

Q: Your special ability that no one knows about. D: I'm talentless. C: Everyone knows everything these days! How can you keep anything a secret?

Q: What do you enjoy doing most? D: Drinking with Chris. C: Doing nothing is the best time.

Q: What is the biggest mistake of your life? D: I make mistakes daily. C: I don't know if I've made one big enough to quantify it like that.

Q: Are you lucky? D: To make it this far; yes. C: Sometimes.

Q: Who do you consider geniuses? D: Chris Brookes. C: Chris Brookes.

Q: What is your favourite drink? D: Amaretto & ginger or beer. C: Asahi or Sapporo Beer.

Q: What is the first thing you do when you get up in the morning? D: Roll my eyes. C: Check my phone.

Q: What is your mental age? D: 12. C: Old maybe!

Q: What new tattoos would you like to get? D: Something on my leg or on my lip. C: Tattoos are a nuisance in Japan so I don't really want any more.

Q: What is the most important electrical appliance you couldn't live without? D: My Iqos. C: Laptop.

Q: If you got one billion yen? D: Run away into the countryside. C: Save it.

Q: If wrestling were to be banned by law tomorrow, what would you do? D: Work at a bar. C: Open a bar.

Q: What is the one thing you can't beat Chris/Drew at? D: Looking pretty. C: Tanning.

Q: What is your fav point of your hometown? D: How calm it is. C: Family.

Q: What is the song you listened to the most often last year? D: The Halloween movie soundtrack. C: NIN - Gave Up.

Q: What is the song you listened to most often of your life? D: Gangam Style through no fault of my own. C: Wakaranaiiii~.

Q: What do you want to try outside of wrestling? D: Bungee jumping. C: Podcasting.

Q: What do you do when you can't sleep? D: That is never an issue. C: Eat.

Q: If you were invisible what would you do? D: Steal natto maki. C: Go to Area 51.

Q: What would you like to see remain in the world forever? D: Nothing. Restart the whole thing. C: Baka Gaijin + Friends.

Q: What is your fav recent purchase? D: Lush body spray. C: Doc Marten!

Q: What is the definition of friend? D: Anybody who doesn't piss me off. C: Drew.

Q: What would you not want to do if you could? D: Pay taxes. C: Ever have to walk anywhere.

Q: Which do you like, hot or cold? D: Hot. C: Hot.

Q: What have you noticed as you've gotten older? D: My body hurts more. C: Nothing is that important or really worth worrying about.

Q: Do you like keeping things tidy? D: For the most part. C: Very.

Q: What made you sad recently? D: Any sip of alcohol. C: Breaking my laptop.

Q: What made you happy recently? D: Any sip of alcohol. C: Fixing my laptop in just one day.

Q: Any comment for Chris/Drew. D: Love you. C: 3 2 1 BAKA~!

[thedarkoneswithin]

Facts about the Signs!

Aries: 

 Aries who was frank, honest, never know “incubate counsel”. They are very serious about the emotional and respected face. Fear of loneliness, Aries always stick with the family, enjoy his use of humor makes people happy. Sometimes, behind the smile of Aries is not really fun. They use the smiley face to conceal all. They do not want anyone to worry, do not need any sympathy or any mercy. The same time, you should give them a hug for sharing, a shoulder to lean on and sometimes comforting words frankly. Warm Aries looks can make people feel they are easily deceived. In fact, this sign is more “dangerous”. However, they still put the heart first calculate your doubts. Is not the same time, hurt many Aries. They think time can also play hide or escape the hurt dignity, even put yourself on the edge of despair.

Taurus: 

 Taurus the type who always express their emotions out no secret. But how to express their feelings often ingenious, not soft, makes people uncomfortable or misunderstood. Every time bickering, Taurus words can hurt an opponent to the extreme. The greatest weakness of the Taurus is easily softened. Just bear bow opponents say sorry and ask for forgiveness then even fault they can ignore. Fear most is to find other people to tears, Taurus while not sympathetic pity that even the day agreed thoughtfully all the requirements of the other, together with comforting words soothed. The conventional evaluation of Taurus, good-tempered, because of their ability to control their emotions. They all pay much attention to the protection of their own face and respect other people’s Taurus is inward. They do not love these strange places, are not interested, together happy East hope alone, quietly thinking of life.

Gemini:

 Gemini is usually very early mature. The main character of this strange makes many people feel lonely. Gemini is a desirable person in love, but know how to hide their those expectations. Therefore they are often misunderstood to be false, only insiders know they had given away cordial but trampled abruptness. People who criticize Gemini amorous, flirtatious but in fact to love them extremely obstinate. Although life changing for some, Gemini remains passionate attitude, infatuated with love. They love deeply but rarely speak out. Their love is expressed out after “government” extra “layer” shell humor, mundane, playful. In their emotional flexibility, agility, known to promote strength to take the initiative on their side. Understanding and aptitude of Gemini humor that many people have to admire, envy. If half of Gemini, you will like the bird under the blue sky floral happy, all my life not knowing sadness or depression.

Cancer: 

Because of inferiority in friendship,  Cancer is very vulnerable. But they are also people who can form a super simple little story that feels happy, satisfied. Cancer is hard to open, set the trust and love in a person. They are emotional, and tears come quickly once fell into a melancholy dramatic carpet then it is difficult to escape. And they are ready to sacrifice ourselves for others, steep slope jewelry crush because of a relationship. Here also are the ones who don’t like with people who have character and dignity not good by honest gentle hearts of they do not adapt with those who cheat or crafty. The weight can be an immensely, so in some cases of Cancer are willing to sacrifice the body to protect his qualities. Cancer does not say or refuse, well know appliances. The feeling when someone refuses to make them guilty and feel incredibly guilty should Crab usually only dare to say “no” to people.

Leo: 

The Lions hate to choose or make decisions. They love to hear comments and the analysis of friends about a new problem then decided his way. Differences between the lion and the Libra that was once decided will no one or anything can do salmon Lion transition Center. Lions often have lots of friends because they’re generous. You will be very happy if the lion is considered. They always treat you as with siblings, ready to go without responding. Would rather to his Lion, who don’t spare men.

Virgo:  

 Virgo always had passionate eyes full of bigotry. In addition, he likes to criticize the others. He doesn’t like to smile, and he is also not interested in anything. Virgo is kind of perfect, but that’s why their choice is really high and strict!

Libra: 

 Libra isn’t too beautiful or attractive but they have a unique charm and pretty smile. Everyone around them has been impressed by their special characteristics. Moreover, Libra is keen on being beautiful: they like making up and wearing the fashion clothes that could make they feel they will never be old!

Scorpio:  

 Scorpio could easily attract you by his deep beautiful eyes. In his heart, there are always a great passion and enthusiasm. However, Scorpio usually remembers clearly what you did to them. So be careful if you think about being their obstruction because they will make you regret!

Sagittarius : 

Almost the people who are Sagittarius are keen on outside activities and moving always. In addition, Sagittarius is also the Zodiac which is loved a lot because of their beautiful eyes and attractive smile. They enjoy adventure and they keep all the story of their journeys to share to everyone what they experienced! In general, if there are somewhere which is exciting, they are always there!

Capricorn :  Just like the spider silent corner, where Capricornus likes the looks of his quiet in disguise. They don’t need to “catch the bait” that will find itself prey to them. Capricornus will be there anywhere has the potential development. They are hard-working, always try their best to get their goal and passion. That’s why Capricornus is almost successful in what they did.

Aquarius :  Aquarius is kind of strange, people even said they are weird. But on the contrary, they are very sociable and linked collectively, can be triggered story character and create laughter wherever. However, Aquarius is very discreet in romance. Even Aquarius also do not want others to know about the world his love because they fear other people think they are weak, not independent and autonomous.

Pisces:  PISCES is incredibly sensitive and romantic that they are very easy to cry. In addition, Pisces is usually immersed into the world of their own, love yourself and or daydreaming. They only wake up when someone to awaken and hold their hand to step out to the outside world.

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

So I tried to do this poll with my original Top Ten Performances of Music of the Night post, but I think I set it for a day instead of a week, so let's try this again!

THESE ARE MY TOP TEN FAVORITE PERFORMANCES of Music of the Night

10. Paul Stanley

I mean of course I'm fascinated by Paul Stanley's whole Phantom saga, so of course he's in here. He's far from the most technically proficient, he struggles with the high notes, but he really does a good job otherwise, and I have to admire his moxy.

09. Brent Barrett

Emphatic and sexy with compelling body language. So underrated.

08. Howard McGillin

Spectral, resonant and controlled; a legend.

07. Hugh Panaro

Hugh is one of those that I feel like is a pre-requisite in a top ten list. My favorite thing is how he plays heavily on the phantom's fascination with Christine, and not solely on making her fascinated by him

06. Michael Crawford

Another prerequisite. He's ghostly, coaxing; the OG OG. The man who said, "No I want them to be able to see how lustfully he's touching her in the back row. I need to show more skin: make my sleeves shorter." This man understood the assignment and he set the tone and God bless him for it.

05. Anthony Warlow

The original Sydney Phantom, another beautifully strong, clear vocal quality. He has a very old-fashioned style of singing, I think which has a particular charm. If I had to name a fault it would be that he is quite theatrical, which I don't mind, though I tend to prefer an understated phantom. He never undersells a single line. I think his phantom is one of the most "hopeless romantic" interpretations. A particular standout for me is how he conveys that Christine's reluctance tries his patience, but he holds it together and his "touch me, trust me" is beautifully reassuring, while many phantoms choose to portray lust or longing in this moment, his is an appeal for understanding which is very attractive in its own way.

04. Ben Lewis

The power! The gravitas! Ben Lewis is truly one of the greatest blessings in PotO history and his high note? Off the charts. Also, since this is the whole first lair, I just want to say that this is one of my favorite versions of "Stranger than You Dreamt It" I've ever heard.

03. Ted Keegan

Refreshingly sharp and clean. I just love how powerful he is without being overpowering. He's strong, sensual and smooth. *sigh* ~,~ If only he caught her...

02. Earl Carpenter

So pleading, so gentle--holy hell I love Earl so much. Watch him show Erik's inner struggle with his desire for contact and his fear of his deformity throughout this entire scene! Watch him think to himself "Yes, let her touch you! Why shouldn't you?" And then lose his nerve at the last moment! I could go on for hours. Find me a sweeter Phantom. Go ahead.

01. John Owen-Jones

Without a doubt in my mind THE strongest vocal performer in this role. I just love to hear him booming out in his great, Welsh way. He strikes an exquisite balance between his acting and his singing. His vibe in general is amazing, like he really leans into the idea that he's been Christine's teacher as much as her muse. He has guided her through music and he wishes to be her guide into romance as well, and that manifests in every aspect of his performance. Such as the fact that he doesn't walk away from Christine for the second verse, so he's leaning close when he sings "Let your spirit start to soar" and almost always gestures with his hand over her diaphragm. If I'm completely honest, he's the only Phantom (except perhaps Michael Crawford or Gerard Butler) that I can actually imagine giving Christine singing lessons. So few actually inhabit this music obsessed weirdo like JOJ does.