#they keep me sane and insane simultaneously

[faneth]

[captainacespace]

my life is ofmds1 and gos2 and i'm fucking ed and crowley

[mintnanilla-extract]

Them

[holdinbacksecrets]

omg for real!!! I went to Lollapalooza and it was so much fun that I got sad when it ended but I had the seventeen concert coming so the sadness wasn’t as bad but now that seventeen ended idk what to do 😭 mostly just be delulu and imagine stuff in my head lmao which makes me happy and sad at the same time🤨

we suffer to varying degrees until there’s something to look forward to, then we excitedly anticipate and reach an exquisite high before the suffering starts all over again. quite dangerous when we reach pockets of time with nothing to look forward to 🥲

oh god… the scenarios… and the happy sad happy sad they create. i probably wouldn’t write as much as i do if there was more to look forward to >.<

i’m so glad you got to go to palooza 🥹🥹 i watched txt and hoseok on hulu, then charli xcx on youtube later during a sleepless night. magical. i can’t imagine having been there, and festivals come with a whole other type of euphoria. so so cool. i hope there are more festivals in the future for our kpop faves. favorite song from hoseok’s set (assuming u watched it lol)?

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

I had to go to dance class today while nauseous

I think it’s safe to say it was hell, but basically the only thing that kept me sane throughout that whole thing was thinking about it being turned into a fic 😭

I had to do several cartwheels and a lot of spinning, but I managed to keep it together and pretend I was fine so I’m actually quite proud of myself tbh

(I’m mostly fine now tho)

but yeah, the idea of a fic centred around that is rlly interesting to me

Hold up, you did cartwheels while nauseous???

I am simultaneously horrified and incredibly impressed. Hats off to you, I would not have been able to cope, oh my gosh, that must've sucked! I'm glad you're feeling better, though!

This would be an insanely interesting topic to play with in a fic. I would imagine for our fictional characters it would end... not quite as well. Like either sticking it out and being horribly sick afterwards, or crashing and throwing up halfway through.

Oh boy I kind of want to play with this!

Seriously though, I'm sorry you had to live that, and I'm glad you're feeling better! That's gotta be one of the worst situations to be feeling nauseous in 😭

[musicaldamage]

So having watched the vbw Falco musical recently. Rock Me Amadeus. I have Thoughts™

[ID: the mostly empty Ronacher theatre's auditorium seen from the 2nd floor on the right side. the stage is hidden behind a sort-of wall barrier curtain thing made of squares, some of which are reflective. the "Rock Me Amadeus" logo and an image of Moritz Mausser in character as Falco are projected onto it. Surrounding the stage there are a number of variously-shaped angular mirrors lined with glowing light. (additionally there's my partner's hand forming the peace sign on the right side of the image)]

side note I am irrationally annoyed that the squares of the logo don't line up with the squares of the curtain thing WHAT are they doing

Spoilers and further opinions under the cut

- The cast is stellar. Moritz Mausser is absolutely 100% brilliant, Katharina Gorgi's voice is beautiful, and Alex Melcher is there so that's in some ways already enough for me personally really. though he only really shows up in the 2nd act which is a bit sad. to me

but his presence is good bc. well. a lot of the things I generally value in a musical are kinda meh in this one tbh

- the music is fine! it's mainly Falco songs obviously, which I've been mostly neutral about so far but there definitely are some bangers, and, well, Moritz and Alex singing them sure is a point in favour. the additional songs written specifically for the musical are... I don't think they're bad, mostly, but they have a completely different vibe that doesn't really fit in with the rest. and. actually, some of them are bad. in my opinion. extremely cheesy. what's that doing there. one of them is hella catchy but the chorus lyrics sound like it's for kindergarden, two are just incredibly generic and boring and did I mention cheesy?

- Starting out with calling the day of Falco's death "the day the music died" sure is a claim. nothing to do with whoever is in charge at the vbw being weirdly patriotic (stares at the general Austria(ns) theme of quite a number of vbw musicals)

- Similarly his first sentence "In Wien musst erst sterben, bevor sie dich hochleben lassen" ("In Vienna you gotta die before they celebrate you") which sounds nice and dramatic and all but. come on. dude was #1 in international charts very much during his lifetime. they talk about this in the musical itself. he complains on stage about how the fame and stuff bothers him. where's the dying first part huh Hansi.

- Alex. listen I am stupidly into that guy's whole vibe. his everything. his voice is my favourite kind of male voice and his hair in combination with his entire profile and the lineof his stupid neck make me feel some kind of way. I wanna grab that hair and pull his head back like that one Sandman scene you know the one.

This one. also his tattoos and his absolutely deranged energy and willingness to just go off and do insane things rolling around on the floor. and then suddenly look like an innocent child in awe at seeing snow for the first time of his life. this tangent of Alex Melcher stanning has gone on long enough we'll return to our regularly scheduled musical discussion now

- They're simultaneously trying to make Falco a sympathetic figure while also showing him behaving like a dick. it seems to work bc the audience laughs and gets Emotional but. idk maybe it's me but the "I behave like an egoistic dick to everyone around me including my wife but it's ok bc I'm Misunderstood and actually very Deep and Emotional and I love my wife and need her to keep me sane and also I'm marionetted against my will by my Dark Impulses" shtick is sort of... you can't have him throw his wife to the ground and give zero fucks about her and then half an hour later at his funeral or wake or idk play a quote of him saying "I never hurt anyone other than myself" and have someone else call him empathic and sensitive and expect me to take that seriously and... look maybe I'd like it better if the jokes weren't so incredibly lame

- Female roles?? what's that. there's two (2) that get a name on the cast list (his wife and his mum). one (1) of them gets addressed by name on stage (Isabella, the Wife. his mum is Maria but only if you look at the cast list or the programme). Isabella's role is Sexy Lady turned Caring Wife and Mother who finally Leaves. the mum's role is Nagging Mum (in law) and Comic Relief. there's a second girlfriend (wife? secretary? idek) who apoears in one scene and gets called a name (Caroline) which I only caught bc I was looking at the surtitles. no one gets a personality not even the male characters really no one matters (I mean yes ok it's Falco's Story but ffs let Katharina DO something with her voice maybe)

- have I mentioned the awful dialogue and cheap jokes yet? "the best aspect of the American flag are the red-white-red stripes". terrible flirting with "ladies in uniform" who are trying to do their job when faced with an entitled asshole but of course it's portrayed as hilarious.

- ok so back to Alex Melcher but his role is the most fun part of the thing. he's Falco's "Alter Ego" aka his, idk, hedonistic impulses and desire for fame and admiration and whatnot personified? there's a huge head on stage with a brain and all in it to make sure the audience understands that he is Inside Falco's Head and in case that's not clear enough yet he also verbatim declares that "I'm inside your head" so yeah subtlety is not required in this play. he and Falco/Hans are being incredibly homoerotic the entire time and I am personally offended that they're not kissing, but I'll take Alter Ego pretending to lick Hans's throat and clinging to him like a limpet. I would love to write fanfiction about them actually but I haven't figured out how to do that well when both parties are the same person/one is a personified fragment of the other's mind and not physically present. pity.

- idk I'd just. I'd have done it differently? again it's just. so unsubtle. why does Alter Ego just hover menacingly above the stage in a glass box once or twice during the first act, why didn't they idk put him in as part of the white-clad ensemble and make him stick out more and more instead of the Hovering and then the 5 minutes "I am you and you are me" song at the start of the 2nd act. Have him talk to people while Hans takes a step back to show it's his Dark Side™ taking over idk. I'm sure there'd also be ways to make Hans more actually sympathetic and less of an arse (fewer dumb jokes might help, or giving other characters more of a personality maybe) but yeah idk

- idk there's just. not much of a story? it's a Falco tribute show with some life moments thrown in. there's a Falco song, there's a crisis bc he's out of ideas, now he's taking drugs, now he's happy, now there's a new album without any clue where he got the ideas (was it the drugs?) now there's sth about his wife now his friend is reprising the basic as fuck Live Your Dream song yet again. then it's over and he dies in a car crash and it's all presented like it's all some incredibly deep and moving story but it's just Not That Deep

- I do like the Writer's Block song they put in, don't we all know that feeling

- I'm not sure it's a good idea to use Jeannie of all songs as a recurring motif the way they're doing? "quit living on dreams, life is not what it seems" "lonely little girl boy in a cold cold world" blah blah all nice and well but Do We Remember What This Song Is About. I mean it's a good song I'm not contesting that I like it! (if someone wants to come at me for "endorsing" anything just bc I like the song... just don't) But yeah no matter how good it is I don't think it's very uhhh fitting. Though in retrospect maybe it's meant to portray him as like... Someone At The Mercy Of Sth Evil And/Or More Powerful Than He Is. Fucking over his own life powerless to stop it or sth idk idk

- Generally I think they rely way too much on the use of background projection screens idk it seems lazy. it's fine in some scenes it can work really well but it gets too much and kinda cheesy

End of the random unorganised RMA thoughts yay! It was fun to watch. I know I mostly complain a lot here but it's definitely fun! It's just that a large part of the fun for me was despairing about how bad I found it and waiting for more homoeroticism and also for Alex Melcher to... do the things he's doing

Edit: ALSO I'm not sure if uhhh low-to-mid-key insulting (iirc) two of the three not-Austrian countries he goes to is. Necessary?

[genderisareligion]

My apologies if you have already given the answer to this before, but may I ask, do you still acquaint yourself with libfems? Why or why not?

It has always been my personal belief that in order to properly fight a battle, you must understand the arguments of all sides, but at this point I’ve grown so tired of the sheer stupidity of liberal feminism and anti feminists that I don’t think I can deal anymore. I feel bad for saying this, but in my head I can’t help but say that these people are either just stupid or being willfully obtuse! What do you mean hyperfemininity fights the patriarchy? It fucking doesn’t, not in any way! What do you mean women are too stupid to take on leadership positions, but are also somehow the masterminds behind every single fucking problem on the planet? What is wrong with these people? I don’t even consider myself particularly intelligent, but this is just utter insanity. It actually blows my mind… the arguments that the hyperfeminine genderspecial American girls in my age range throw around. None of them make sense, all of them are easily disqualified, so why does no one seem to get it still?

I went a bit off track here… I guess the question I really want to ask is, do you believe that it’s better if I still welcome my libfem acquaintances, or should I leave all of them behind? I’d stuck around in hopes that they would someday have a better understanding of how deep the patriarchy is rooted, but they’re still parroting “Trans women are women! We love girlcock!” and I just don’t know if I can take it anymore.

It's up to you whether or not to leave them behind. Solidarity with other women while agreeing to disagree is important, but can be very difficult to accomplish. You as a radical or radleaning feminist don't owe American hyperfeminine genderspecial women anything, and the worse that I see anti radfem scare tactics and lies getting over the years, the less I blame those who feel they can't take anymore.

I personally don't know many libfems anymore but I did in college; for example I could and can tolerate some level of "makeup and trendy fashion is feminist and fun for me" from friends because it's so fucking rough out here for women and real feminism is becoming so inaccessible that I'm just like "well at least they're somewhat enjoying themselves even if those actions aren't feminist," it's usually never worth it to me to try and change her mind unless she simultaneously expresses discomfort with beauty standards

My closest female friend for the longest I would say is just a general feminist, too normie and not committed to it enough to be considered liberal or radical, but believes in its most basic tenets and doesn't shy away from the word feminist. She's let me rant to her about radfem for over a decade and usually understands my point even if she doesn't 100% agree.

Those are the kinds of women I still have time for...I'm in my 30s so the genderspecial "you can be trans with no dysphoria! twaw!" free for all is like that much more concerning when I see it in my age group. Basically IRL I'm a stealth radfem unless I think someone will be open to it.

Do what's going to keep you the most sane out here

[utahimeow]

char!! i come here with a jar of honey 🍯 for no reason other than i find the emoji so cute 🥺 but i also have a little note for you!!! 💌

oh char i am so thankful for how you indulge me with all my weekly questions 🥺 am always so curious what u have to say!! 🥺 also i find you just so real and candid sometimes w ur text posts, they make me giggle!! sdbfjsadf i love the fact that ure also so loud about hq whenever the opportunity arises bc. there truly is a hq drought rn 😭 but i appreciate you so much!! aAAAHhhh

since this is gratitude themed, i also want to ask you!! what’s something you’re thankful for right now? 🥹 i hope this weekend is wonderful to you!! 🫶🏻

eeeeek hi sel!!! the honey pot emoji is so cute ur right and it’s also sweet like u <3 i appreciate ur questions so much btw they make my day!! and im so glad u enjoy my dumb shitposts hehe :3 right now i’m v grateful for my best friend bc she keeps me sane while simultaneously indulging in my insanity hdkdnwkdj but also i don’t think she knows that talking to her is literally what gets me through my day? i’m at my happiest and most myself when i’m texting her so yeah im pretty thankful for her 🥹 i’m also forever thankful for my mommy bc she’s my favourite person in the whole world 🩷

[timelesslords]

you and carrie are simultaneously keeping me sane and making me so insane with this fic! thank you for your service 🫡

Thank you for reading it!!!!!! It makes me very happy to see people reacting to it so 😌 especially glad to hear it’s making you a little insane 🫶

[wench-and-jezebel]

The Musketeers Reaction: A Rebellious Woman

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[Starting out with both Athos and Flirt; a good start for both of us]  Whooop whoooop!!

Le gasp

Oooooof, poor girl

Well shit, she ded

Oooop!

Men.  😤😤

[Bruh, this woman going for the Musketeers for why]

“As sane as you and me. Or me anyway” 🙂

Oooop plot twist

Ooooop!

Tantrum?  “That allowed?”  [*simultaneously* "Is that allowed?"  Louis sounded so confused ;aldskfj]  😂😂😂

Ew men!  Well, man! But still

[For an episode that started with Athos and Aramis, they haven't been in it much :(  (just wait tho)]  Ooop… You said that and they appeared 🙂

Ooooooop… Tantrum!  [tbf, wouldn't you throw a tantrum if some dude wrote a pamphlet saying some other dude can have you killed?]  Fair!

["That's very, very shocking"  Sir, your Twelfth Doctor is showing]

Bruh.  Your wife.  [*simultaneously* Also.  SIR.  YOUR WIFE.  IS RIGHT THERE]  !!!  LIKE HAVE YOU EVEN EVER LOOKED AT HER!?!  (Flirt has)

Oooop ["Probably only mental vacancy"  Biatch]

Poor Athos is getting heart eyes and his wife is just standing in the background

[Forget beauty; trauma's apparently the flirting style to choose]  Ma’am’s gonna get ded

😖😖😖 [Ah, yes, have a *bone*]

Oooop!  Now Athos has heart eyes!  Er, heart lips?  Heart everything

Ma’am that’s gonna get you DED  [not saying that he's concerned about this, but]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Ooop!  Ooooooop!!

[Do you see what I mean, btw, by the Cardinal's scheming and misguided but not completely, totally evil?  Like, he's definitely better than this dude]  I do!  [He's actively like.  Okay, whoa, I said she was insane, I didn't say "deal with her firmly", is she reallyyyyyy a heretic?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

["I'm sure his face was a picture when you kissed him"  Yeah, but Milady don't care at alllllll] 😂😂😂😂

😦 OOF [ngl, he's got a point… She kinda needs to consider the consequences of what she's doing.  I have so much analysis about this ep, oml]  LOL  But also ☹️☹️☹️☹️ oooof

😂 Mentally he’s like say no say no say no

Ack, would not want to be alive back then

"It ended badly?" "You could say that" He says with a smile

[She just ran smack into him ☠️]

Well damn BY HER HAIR ☹️☹️

[The bookssssss]  😭😭😭😭

[His face tho]

Oooop the fingers!  He goes "four girls" and holds up his fingers and they literally are all pointing in different ways

[Someone's pissedddddd]

“Take this… but like… I want it back”  [*simultaneously* Sir just gave away his gift from the freaking Queen]

“We all gotta accept our fate in life.”  Everyday I wake up poor with a bunch of attitude filled hellions I think the same thing, chick 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

– – –

Jezebel: I can’t think of much to say… but Athos was giving the star lady the smoulder. Putting Flirt to shameeee!  Then of course it all went to shit

Wench: Ma'am, I honestly don't get how you watch this and are like.  *shrug*  Not much to say.  (All affection possible, to be clear.)  But like.  I'm watching it and I'm like.  HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOD THE PARALLELSSSSS

Jezebel: Cause Athos is your beloved not mine 😂 

Wench: Yeah, but you didn’t see the Aramis one either

Jezebel: Ok yeah no I didn’t 😂

Wench: Anyway, go on, say the parallels you’ve come to see

Jezebel: I’m not good at picking up parallels 👀 until they are pointed out. Or I know to look for them. And I mean… damn you!  Just say them then, wench

Wench: Well, you’ve got: privileged noblewoman who has an idealistic view of the world and acts in the way she thinks is right accidentally getting people hurt in the process contrasted with Athos, who we know was a nobleman, and who was a bit naive/idealistic when he fell in love with Milady, and who got Thomas killed as a result.  Which, to my mind, is why he takes her to the morgue. Is it harsh?  Yes.  But it's the same wake-up call he got when his brother was killed, and he knows where Ninon is heading if she keeps on her path.

Jezebel: And ahhh. Yes so that’s again a lot deeper than the parallels I assumed you meant, which were: strong independent woman?  Enter Athos heart eyes.  Woman may be deceitful?  Aaaaand now she’s ded.  Enter Athos broken heart eyes

Wench: Well, with the exception of the ded bit (because I’d not spoil something like that during midpoint, for shame!), that basically is the second parallel.  (I had this already typed up before you sent that, so pardon the repetition, BUT.)  You’ve got: Athos fell in love with Milady (a fierce, independent woman) and trusted her, and she ended up being very much not who he thought she was and killing his brother as a result.  Fast-forward a great many years of self-loathing, guilt complex, and abstinence, and you’ve got Ninon (a fierce, independent woman) with whom he’s at least entertaining the idea of something happening, and he trusts her word that the girls aren’t there, and he finds out that no, actually, she lied to him.  Which is (part of) why he’s so angry right now.  And I'd wager another part of that is internally motivated because it's a second time that he lets himself put trust in a potential romantic interest and gets burned for it.  (*snort* literally.  Wait.  WAIT.  LAKSDJFL;KADSJFLKADSFJLKADSJF  That's funny!!!  Tell you during endpoint)

Jezebel: Ok lol

Wench: Anyway.  Those are the parallels.  Respond at will

Jezebel: Except Milady killed the brother herself and Ninon just taught the girl to think for herself and she acted out on it foolishly.  Which, yes, the blame still can lead back to Ninon but I don’t think it makes her a bad person. Sooooo team Athos and Ninon for me 😂  Unless she is only in this episode and then never mentioned again… Then team fuck you writers 😂😂

Wench: You'll see what happens.  Though, I will say... It did kinda seem like she encouraged the note thing?  "Oh, lemme write this for you and then tell you that the Queen is a sympathetic ear *wink wink*" is kinda.  Active.  And, also, like I said... a lot of it is a matter of trust.  She gave her word, he kindaaaaa vouched for her (but, more importantly, bought the lie), and then it turned out to be false

Jezebel: Fair!

Wench: I interpret it as: He thinks her goal admirable, but also thinks she's going about it the wrong way.  She asked for his trust and abused it.  Etc.  Also, I'm sorry... I like Aramis; you know I do... but he annoys me sometimes.  He acts like he knows all the details of a situation a lot of the time when he just... doesn't?  And I feel like someone with eyes could see that?

Jezebel: No you’re right 😂😂😂😂

Wench: So, like, in the episode where they go back to Athos' estate, he keeps picking fights and worming for more information and even bringing up the vaguely bitchy "how many servants did this place have?" and stuff without reading the fact that This Is a Serious Development.  He's actively opening up to them a bit, in an extremely painful way, precisely because he does care about Porthos, but Aramis is just being. Annoying. Or in this episode with the "she was protecting the girls, not deceiving you."  Yeah, that's true.  And intellectually, I'm sure Athos gets that.  It changes nothing about the emotional side.  And Aramis doesn't know about Athos' past, so you'd think he'd have a bit more care/curiosity and a bit less judgement

Jezebel: Yeah that’s fair!

Wench: I mean.  They've known each other for like.  Five years.  Minimum

Jezebel: Trueeee! *Sigh* Dammit Flirt! You’re making me look bad for liking you

Wench: I will say... Anne (Milady), Ninon, Sylvie (not that you know her yet, but still).  Buddy's got a freaking type ☠️ 

Jezebel: 😂😂😂😂😂 executed

Wench: Ma’am.  Shut up (aff).  Anything else for midpoint?

Jezebel: I’m good if you are 🙂

– – – 

Ooooop you sure ma’am?

“This is family business” *Hand raised aggressively* Oh no

Ooooop

Cause women do have brains and thoughts of their own 👀

Ackkkk I couldn’t have livedddd back thennnnn  [*You* couldn't have?  Ma'am, you don't like conflict; you might have hated it, but you'd be physically fine.  I'd be burned at the stake as a heretic in a fucking millisecond]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oooooop she poisoned ittttt  [Where’d you get that from? alskdjf]  The way she held the cup ☠️

[Once again: the truly wonderful state of trials at the time]

Now I know she poisoned it

Oooop!

[His expression 😭]

Seeeee I hold grudges ☠️☠️☠️ so I will struggle liking Milady if she ever isn’t the bad guy anymore.  Maybe she’ll leave without a reformation arc but like.  Nah

[HER SMIRK!  What a bitch alksdjf]

How has it been proven  [As I said… courts are great]

Respect for the queen!  Proof she has a good heart, too, ‘cause her husband has been goofily eying Ninon all episode

“What will I do if he dies?!”  DIE!  You will die!

Ooooop… Poor queen

Ma’am, what does it matter if she was Aramis' girl?  YOU ARE MARRIED  [Ma’am.  You act like the sanctity of marriage means anything.  Literally two seconds.  After you were just talking about how you couldn't survive.  The lack of autonomy.]  It was a joke Wench shush

[Portamis' side-eyes alskdjf]  😂😂😂😂  ["How do you know about Madame de la Chapelle?"  "Her whole life is a lie"  Bravo, Athos, that's very clear.  Very informative.]  Right 😂😂☠️☠️☠️☠️

Sweet lord this man

“You think I poisoned him?”  Yep

40!?!?  Sweet lord  [Good news…  She can follow the path of all wives these days and just.  Affair]  😂😂😂😂☠️☠️☠️☠️

Why would he willingly drink out of another glass of water after that

Ooooof ☹️☹️☹️  [Ah, yes.  I'm sick.  Let me fondle this bone]  A KNEE BONE  [*Ah, yes. I'm sick. Let me fondle this *knee* bone]

And I’m a jealous bitchhhhh 👀

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[To be fair, she didn't only betray her own sex.  She betrays dudes more regularly, in fact]  Fair… She’s just a betrayer of all things  [Yup!  Also… I'm sorry, but I do kinda love Milady.  In a love-to-hate kinda way.  She's just so delectably... morally fucked]  😂😂😂😂 You would ma’am!  [I always loved Irene Adler too]  Evil loves evil 😤😮‍💨  [Rude :(  I feel attacked]  Because you are ma’am 🙂 (aff)

And sir you will be going to hell for a lot more than just your relationship not being intact

[Athos is.  Very Determined]  He is!

Buddy… He said open his mouth, not lean in for a kiss  [Portamis banter]  You too Port

[ATHOS, STOP TOUCHING IT IF IT’S POISONED]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [I KNOW YOU'RE NOT BIG ON SURVIVAL BUT STILL]

Oh the priest guy poisoned it

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Mood, Port  [Because the Cardinal is the only one who can call off her death and he wants to save her alsdkfj Duh]  … true 😂  God, to be alive during these trials

My dude why did you look?!!?  You.  Idiot.

[Damn, Athos, you speed-running the rescue]

Ack the intensity

Athossss  [Also, more parallels here I'ma talk about in endpoint]

["I'm not a cruel man.  Just a practical one."  Like I said: true neutral]  Very practical

Well damn  😦  [I mean.  She do be alive tho]  That’s true… But also, that’s so unfair  [Indeed]

[Buddy, that be called blasphemy]

☠️☠️☠️ They go… we can hear you

[I love Peter Capaldi.  And his accent is awesome]  Yessss

[Oh shit more parallels]

And sad Athos again… Well, damn.  Buddy can’t catch a break.  [Ma'am, this is one of my favorite characters; happiness is exceedingly fleeting for them]  ☠️☠️☠️

💔💔💔💔  [Poor Constance]  Damn ☹️☹️☹️

[OH SHIT IS IT THIS SCENE?  OH SHIT IT'S THIS SCENE.  d'Artagnan.exe has stopped working… "I love you.”  *blue screens*  “I mean... respect and admire"  "Say it again?"  "I respect and admire you?"]

👀👀👀👀👀👀

OMG!!!!  Awwwwwwww  [This can't possibly go wrong] She is marr- fuck it, I ship ‘em  [Ma'am has a het ship?!?!?!?!?!  WHOA!!!  (Yes, I recognize that I'm one to talk... shut up)]  😂😂😂😂 I love it tho! That was adorable!

– – – 

Jezebel: Omg! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 this was just an emotional roller coaster! Poor Athos! 💔💔💔💔  Like 🥺🥺🥺 buddy deserves to be happpyyyy! And it just gets ripped away from him! Like for once (and you know I like Aramis more 😂 but still) the heart eyes was aimed at him! And then it’s just like… nope. Nuh Uh! Not happening. She’s exiled now! And by the cardinal… the one his wife is working with! ☹️☹️

Wench: Not that he knows that, I don't think.  Or does he?  I can't actually recall

Jezebel: True, but WEEEE know 😭  I don’t think he does

Wench: Poor buddy

Jezebel: I don’t think he would have tried the little he did to save the Cardinal if he had 😂😂

Wench: Nah, he would.  You underestimate his sense of duty/honor.  It's like when he had to apologize to the Duke of Savoy… That was exceedingly humiliating, especially given the Duke's responsibility in the Savoy betrayal, and the fact that he felt his duty outweighed his sense of honor/pride is telling.  Also, there would have been no other way to save Ninon; the Cardinal issued her order of execution, and he had to rescind it.

Jezebel: True!! I keep forgetting they needed him for that ☠️☠️☠️

Wench: And, finally, I do think there's a degree to which having the Cardinal helps.  Because he's the King's right hand, essentially.  His advisor.  And a) it'd make France appear weak to have the advisor to the King be killed, especially by an emissary from Rome.  And b) he does help the King on a lot of things.  We tend to see his scheming side, but, again, at least this incarnation actively helps when it suits him.

Jezebel: Yeah his flip flopping gives me whiplash 😂😂

Wench: :)

Jezebel: And nooo, but Athos!  Buddy straight up gone on his knees and begged 🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

Wench: And, just gonna remind... Athos was a nobleman.  Pride and honor are bound to be pretty damn important.  It's why the whole duty vs. love thing with Milady shook out the way it did; he had to do his duty, not just because of the King's ruling, but also because of his own sense of right and wrong... but it's tearing him apart because he did actually love her.  (Kinda does, in some ways.)  And he might hate himself as a result, but his honor still means a lot to him.  Like in "Commodities" where the guy asks, "How do I know you won't betray me?" and Athos' response is a vaguely insulted, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."  All of which makes clear how significant this was by putting that supplication into context.

Jezebel: ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Wench: Thank you, thank you... I'm here all week!  Follow me for more painful analysis.  (And it's not JUST Athos analysis, to be clear.  I pay attention to the others too.  Like the Savoy thing.  But like.  Athos be interesting!  I have put him under a microscope like a bug)

Jezebel: Also ack! I just feel so bad for himmmm ☹️☹️☹️

Wench: alskdjflaksdjflksadf  Now you understand why he is my beloved

Jezebel: Athos be just your type of angst… The tragic hero that can never be happy!

Wench: a;lskdjf;lakdsjf TO BE FAIR!!!  (And this isn't too spoilery)  That isn't FULLY true for Athos

Jezebel: Which part, first or second?

Wench: *whistles*  Or… Well.  I guess I can say.  The second.

Jezebel: Aight so the first implies enough 😂😂😂

Wench: Hmph

Jezebel: Anyway! I’m sorry I don’t think I will ever like Aramis and the Queen, unless they start having more scenes together to build a relationship. It’s just feels like purely lust rn. And this isn’t me just shipping Flort talking lol  Which is also why I was like Hmph about her being jealous

Wench: They do have more later

Jezebel: Fair ☠️ But idk I just don’t like it ☠️☠️ But I do like her, so let that be said… She is so sweet and I feel bad for her 💕☹️ just not enough to ship her and Aramis  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Wench: Okay, but you haven't actually said why you dislike it… I, personally, think Aramis is an idiot for it, but I'm fond enough of them both that I'm on-board.  As a passing ship that I don't obsess over but don't dislike

Jezebel: (Can you tell I’ve been writing I am not using my nickname 😤😤😤😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨)

Wench: asdlkfj

Jezebel: Well mainly just because I don’t see it. Other than he saved her and she gave him a necklace ☠️☠️  But also the thing about Aramis being an idiot! Which it sucks because you should get to be with the one you love and she was forced into a loveless marriage

Wench: You do realize he's been protecting her for years, right?  Just because they only recently started interacting, doesn't mean there's not history of some kind.  (Which is actually what's so insulting about the pilot episode.  The King doesn't even know who Athos is despite them being there for years as some of the best in his regiment.  So the Queen has likely interacted with them to a decent degree)

Jezebel: That true and fair! But I’m reacting to what I see ma’am! So Hmph 😂😂😂😂😂

Wench: Anyway, moving on. Milady thoughts?

Jezebel: I don’t likeeee herrrr 😤😤😤 lol!  But also I think I missed why she was even in the place with Ninon in the first place 🤔  Or did the Cardinal send her after the death?

Wench:  She was gathering dirt on Ninon to get her to stop.  He wanted someone in there getting information, basically

Jezebel: That’s what I thought!

Wench: Also, going back to the Athos/Ninon parallel from earlier: Both end up giving up their money/lands/etc in response to tragedy, basically rewriting their lives/identities, and moving somewhere where they continue preserving their ideals but to a less obvious degree.  And I was laughing about the "got burned for it" earlier because both relationships literally end in fire and flame.  Milady burns down the la Fere house and Ninon is almost burned to death.  

Jezebel: 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 trueeeee

Wench: And then there's one final parallel (that occurs to me right now)... From Milady's POV, Athos intervened (extremely spiritedly) on behalf of Ninon and called of the execution, but had not been willing to do so for her.  Obviously this isn’t full fair, since a) Ninon’s actions were only considered criminal because they were inconvenient, not because they were actually harmful, thus he would have done the same for anyone and b) he’d been living with the guilt of killing Milady for long enough that the situations aren’t comparable (e.g. he might have been able to think that he could take comfort in Milady’s execution being his duty the first go-round, but he knows that he can’t by the second go-round).  But there ya go

Jezebel: True so you see why she’s upset… not that she deserves to be upset but you see it 😂😂

Wench: I understand why you don't like Milady, but I do think it's important to note that she does have a rather sympathetic story.  I know things that make her even more sympathetic from later in the series, but you know some of it already... If you look at it from her perspective, she's spent her whole life shoved into the role of criminal to survive, and she keeps asking for someone to understand.  And every time, she gets rejected, and she's back to being a criminal, but she just wants someone to understand.  To recognize that she's not as bad as what she's been forced to do.  But she also tells herself she doesn't care about that --- she tries to force herself to not care about that --- and years of having to survive some way or another have worn down her morals.  So she's in this loop.  

Still Wench: She's a street criminal but she finallyyyy finds a way to be happy, a way to love and be loved in return... and then Thomas finds out about her path and snaps, threatens to tear her life down, and she can't bring herself to trust that Athos would be able to (in terms of emotion or in terms of the law, it's a mix of both) see past that, so she kills him.  And this betrayal/murder is what truly drives Athos away (except not even that, because he clearly still loves her in canon), but she sees it as just more proof that she is a criminal, will be a criminal, and can't be loved because she's a criminal.  And then she goes and gets a job from the cardinal where, guess what, she's once again committing crimes for the sake of survival.  But she's still so desperate (much as she doesn't want to admit) that she even goes to a confessional to try and get absolution, and the priest rejects her --- condemns her for her actions despite the fact that God is supposed to be forgiving, tells her she's unforgivable --- so she gets pissed.  

Jezebel: Oh gosh that’s a lot ☠️☠️😮‍💨 I was like what happened 🤣🤣🤣🤣 

Wench: Her entire life is a cycle of trying to survive, and then every time she tries to live --- to be recognized as not having much of a choice, to be seen as more than what she's done --- it gets snatched away.  So she steels herself, goes on with what she has to do, and the cycle repeats.

Jezebel: Yeah, I can see that once you say it. Like with Sam!  My biggest flaw in being a reactor is I don’t look deeper than what I’m seeing (and I’ll miss parts 😂😂☠️☠️) but once it’s pointed out I can really see it!

Wench: Anyway… anything else?

Jezebel: I think that’s all I have!

[kimjiwoong]

what u guys should do tho is giving ooo props for keeping me simultaneously more sane and more INsane than before this 2022

[p0ssywhippedcream]

I DO I DO I WANNA 😩 (SLURP SLURP)

I'm gonna die for this but yolo

I'm literally giving you to most "no homo" sloppiness, disastrous, mind blowing, meditation shaking, toe curling, devilish, loudest, world destroying head ever 😰😳

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baby, sugarplum, lovebug, sweetness… i crave you like i crave tea during light night poetry binges. you are my safe haven and the only thing simultaneously keeping me sane and driving me insaner.

no homo head hits diff i’m telling you 🫠

[ofsootandsmoke]

Sometimes, you remember all the things you did.

They are immortalized everywhere you look, and every piece is clicking into place like a puzzle you've been trying hard to figure out for months; and then, in a single moment, it's all there, and you can only be overwhelmed at the sight of it all, but you can't unsee it. The images won't go away, and someone keeps pressing rewind and play and rewind and play and rewind and play and rewind and play over and over and over and over again until you go mad. That much repetition isn't healthy, you know, and especially not of a sight that leaves you feeling everything you'd rather forget.

It's quite easy for a person to go insane. Trust me, I've done it quite a few times in my life— there's nothing easier than being tormented by the thoughts in your own brain and losing your sanity over it. No matter how much you recover, you can never really get back what you lost, forever only finding makeshifts to hold yourself together until that breaks, too. Once you lose yourself, you can never get that back. You can build yourself up into something new, but whatever you were and whoever you were will never be the same. Remember that, will you? I'm not sure in what situation that could be helpful, but it wouldn't hurt to keep it in mind. Maybe if I'd known that sooner, I wouldn't have been so careless with myself.

I wonder if any of this makes any sense to someone who still has their full sanity intact. Do my ramblings make any sense to you? Can you decipher things I put between the lines and hide in my meanings? Can you make sense of the thousands of things I've written with shaking hands and a heavy heart and an aching skull? Or is it all beyond comprehension at this point, my writings just as senseless and eccentric as I often am? Do I even have a reason to write anymore? I suppose I do. I never wrote to be understood; I wrote to convey what was going on in my head. If my sentences are senseless, then I guess I am still doing what I've always intended. Even if I make no sense, you can gauge what type of mindset I'm in. No sane man writes this much in this little time with this many run ons and commas and metaphors.

I often think about that one ask. How do you process grief? And I think, "I don't." I don't process it, but it still catches up to me on a sunny day in the middle of the street regardless. Or, currently, on a quiet night in my bed. It torments me, but don't ask what "it" is. Grief. Guilt. Sorrow. Regret. Anything that is similar to those things or is a synonym. Pain. It doesn't hold me tightly and twist my arms back and break my bones; it doesn't touch me at all. It whispers, soft and delicate, yet it feels like a million people shouting all at once. My sorrow is softer than a falling flower petal, and simultaneously, it is harsher than the strongest bomb in existence. The grief I feel could destroy nations (and it already has).

I know I make no sense. Let me be incomprehensible for a little while, but please stick around for when I come to again, even if it takes a while. My brain moves faster, so it won't take too long, I promise. Maybe for me, it takes thirteen and a half years to gather myself. Maybe for you, it takes six months to watch me piece myself back together and sew up my broken edges. It is always easier to be the viewer than the actor, and I've always been quite a character, haven't I?

As with any good character, the show must go on, I suppose. The curtains were called, and they claimed the end, but I called bullshit and tore the curtains down.

Do not clap for me; this is not my finale. There is far more to come. You just have to stay for the second act.

[wardaehn]

The God Plague

Prompt: island of dolls

Summary: As a survivor, the fate of the world is now in my hands. Make a deal with God, at any cost.

Everyone nails their eyes on me.

Everyone in the World Isle sits silently with hands neatly folded on their laps. I must have passed at least ten thousand emotionless people, all dressed in grey and frills, yet still the end where the island meets the sea is difficult to see.

Their bodies convulse simultaneously from time to time, and I sometimes don't know whether to be happy or frightened. I walk on by, determined to see the remains of the world.

The farther I go, the more peeled everyone's eyes seem, but perhaps it's my imagination. I try to summon hope, however meager. Maybe I'll find another man like me who survived the Sleeper's Purge. Maybe this is all just a bad dream, and I'm the one who's sleeping. Maybe, through this preternaturally palatial opera house, the God would be kinder than I thought, even if it has gone insane.

My thoughts crumble at the sight of it. Without a strip of clothing, it is all white from the top of its glowing head of long delicate hair, down to its porcelain ankles which grew endless wings that have come to yoke it onto the floor.

It laughs softly. It looks at me. It doesn't blink. But it's not still.

It beckons me.

Surely there's nothing else to be done but observe it from a distance. I have never been religious nor been taught how to deal with God, sane or not.

It wails loud enough that I hear a few sinister cracks from the silenced audience, so I conceded by approaching it from behind the stage, and find another flock of wings that grew from its great spine: spinning wires and threads that appeared to resemble no harps that have ever belonged to human dwelling.

At a great height, its tears start swelling at the ends of its colorless dusty eyes, but its uncannily smooth, grooveless lips are turned upwards.

It has lost its ability to speak, and perhaps also, to think. Nothing rouses it to restore life anymore—not words, not worship, not wrath. Not light, which no longer came except at scarlet dawn. Not time, which I don't have.

". . ."

I am bone-weary. My eyes sting and my only wish now is to sleep. The hard-earned mettle to keep myself awake for the sake of world reconstruction had been a mistake.

Never mind. I strum the final lullabies the last man on earth will ever hear from the very strings that sprout from God itself. I don't mind that the tips of my fingers start to bleed and break and dry faster than God's tears. Don't care anymore. The world will know rest, and perhaps that's for the best.

[countessmorgasson]

Idle Hands are the Devil’s Workshop

Valdemar x MC smut 😏 hell fuckin yeah

Female MC

(Disclaimer: 🍋🍋 warning! A little on the kinky side but hey it’s Valdemar, right?)

A cold shiver runs down your back, and you find your entire body rigid, unable to move. You look down at your feet, pleading them to take a step, but they’re numb. 

You thought you’d be alone down here- what was this place called? Nobody of the palace really spoke about it these days, and the only other time you were down here was... a long time ago, it seemed. It’s where the doctors worked on a cure for the plague. 

Sometimes if you focus hard enough, you hear the faint skittering of beetles amongst the silence. 

You thought you’d be alone down here- but your instincts take over before your mind does, sending chills throughout your body- and simultaneously lighting a fire in your chest. Your heart begins to flutter, and your stomach drops, but you can’t move.

There’s only one... person, who’s presence sends your body into shock like this. You hear their voice just as a name pops into your head.

“M/c.”

Quaestor Valdemar’s breath tingles along your neck as they creep around you. They make your name sound so... cold. Goosebumps are still rising along your skin, but despite not being able to move, you’re not in a panic. Could it be, you’re finally warming up to a member of the court?

“It pleases me to see you’ve taken an interest in my office.”

Although devoid of emotion, their voice seems to take on a joking tone. Two cold hands squeeze your shoulders, fingers teasingly pressed into your skin.

“I thought I was alone,” you manage to stammer out.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Their response is as quick as their feet, and before you know it Valdemar is only inches from you, their piercing eyes exploring your face.

The way they look you over doesn’t scare you the way it used to- but that doesn’t stop your heart from pounding against your chest. You feel yourself blushing among it all.

“Has your curiosity finally taken you over the edge?”

“What?” Your blush runs deeper, but Valdemar doesn’t take notice. They casually circle around you, letting their fingers brush over your shoulders, across your back... are they teasing you?

“Curious, isn’t it? How easily the plague was eradicated? I can’t remember the last time I even heard so much as a sneeze... quite depressing.”

They keep their hold on you, but your instincts seem to fade away. On any given day you’d keep your distance from most members of the court, but there’s something almost appealing about the icy aura enveloping the two of you. 

“I was just here to...” You trail off.

Why were you here? It’s not like there was much use for this office anyway. Doctor Devorak moved all his belongings out of here as soon as he could. Nobody else in the palace even acknowledged it these days- other than Valdemar. It’s not like you had business down here. 

But maybe you were here for a reason you didn’t want to admit to yourself. 

Valdemar doesn’t seem to notice how you trail off- or better yet, they don’t care. They’ve aligned themselves again so that you’re face to face.  This time they’re a little closer, grinning at you with a smile that seems to have too many teeth. 

Why are they looking at you like that? Why is your heart pounding so hard?

“You’ve always been such an interesting specimen...” Valdemar’s voice, while chilling, seems to take on a tone you don’t recognize. In fact, you’ve never heard them speak like that- so hushed, so distracted. 

A cold hand gently runs down your arm, but you’re loving the touch so much you don’t even realize how close they’ve gotten to you.

Should I...?

The question rolls around in your head over and over, but you’re not hesitating. The closer you step, the harder your heart pounds and the more confident you feel. 

What is this, a spell? 

Valdemar seems to notice something different in you when you’re this close. Their eyes caress your face in what may be the closest thing they have to emotion. 

“I’ve always been drawn to you,” you admit. “In one way or another.”

When your lips meet, you almost can’t believe it’s happening.  It’s a hesitant kiss, and for a moment you’re not sure if it even feels right. 

“What am I doing?” Your eyes are still shut when you break away, but a hard grip on your arm keeps you in place. Valdemar’s eyes don’t give away what they must be thinking, and in that moment, you’ve never been more afraid of them. 

They pull you back closely enough for you to understand the hint.  With their head tilted, their eyes roam your body with a newfound interest. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

-

You should be scared. 

You shouldn’t have gotten yourself in this situation, you think. And yet... the only reason your heart beats so hard is because Valdemar’s looming over you with that curious gleam in their eyes.

They somehow managed to lay you on their old vivisection table- not that you put up much of a fight. It’s got to be a spell, you think. Any sane human being would’ve started struggling the moment they’ve been strapped down.

But like they said... you’re not exactly normal.

“M/c, I do have to admit, you’re the first I’ve had in... oh, it feels like a millennium ago.” 

The cool metal of a scalpel is pressed against your cheek. Not hard enough to cut, but it’s getting harder to breathe.

They’re teasing you, you realize. 

“So many things to discover...” their eyes meet yours. “Somehow, it doesn’t seem right to cut you open. Not tonight, at least. How... sentimental of me. I suppose there’s still much I can learn from you.”

They trail the scalpel from your cheek down to your neck, from your neck to your chest. All with a... peculiar look in their eyes.

“I'm sorry for-” 

Valdemar puts their finger to your lips. 

“You know what I admire about you, magician? You’re reserved. No unnecessary rambling. Humans are just these... endless chatterboxes. It’s so off-putting. Not you, m/c. You know when to stay quiet.”

Even if you were going to respond, you’re interrupted by something you weren’t expecting at all: a kiss. Valdemar’s bent over you, returning the gesture in a swift motion. You struggle against your restraints- just desperate to push yourself closer to them.

It only takes the slightest of their movements to break away- and it’s nearly agonizing. 

“What are you going to do to me?” 

“What I do best. Science.” Valdemar lets the scalpel fall to the ground with a clatter, tossing their gloves to the side. 

“Research,” they add on. 

“Do I get a say in this?” 

You’re not like them at all- your smile gives it all away. Valdemar may say you’re reserved, but you beg to differ. You blush too frequently- you’re expressive, and your eyes give away your thoughts.

“What do you say? Aren’t you as curious as I am?”

“Absolutely.”

With that, Valdemar works through your layers of clothing with ease. Something about the way their hands move makes your bite your lip. You really should be concerned by how comfortable they are with a patient strapped against the table like this... but again, you’re not an ordinary patient. 

The majority of their tools aren’t even near...

Oh Gods, their hands feel so icy on your bare skin- it burns! It burns so... good. Good enough to make you cry out.  This is insane. 

“Curious...” Valdemar repeats. The sound of their voice melts as you shut your eyes and explore the feeling. Every stroke of their fingers raises goosebumps along your skin- and oh, it just feels so good when they dig their fingers in a little...

“Does that hurt, m/c?”

“No- yes- I like it.”

You’re frozen again, body gone rigid like you had only minutes ago when Valdemar had first walked in. Just being around them practically had you in a trance, and look at you now; willingly strapped against a table while they work their hands over your body. 

“I’m perplexed by your heartbeat,” they admit. “Beating quite quickly, isn’t it? Signs of a strong heart. I bet it’s beautiful...” They pause. “Like you.”

You open your mouth to respond, but their fingers dig in a little too deeply this time, leaving a mark on your chest. 

“Hmm.” 

Valdemar grins up at you; a razor-sharp smile. It should be off-putting you think, but now you’re so turned on you can’t think straight. 

“You bleed just like all the rest.”

Sharp kisses. That’s the best way you can describe what they’re doing to you. Icy lips roam your bare skin, everywhere from your arms to your neck to your breasts; and every now and then you feel jagged teeth scraping along. 

“Like what you see?” You ask. “For research purposes, of course.”

The joke seems to fly over their head. They respond with a muffled groan.

“Oh- you’re...” you start to writhe against the table. Valdemar’s discovered your sweet spot. Their wandering fingers graze along your inner thighs.

“Ahh...”

Despite your ecstatic shiver, Valdemar pulls themselves away from you, returning to the stance they had earlier; bent over just enough to look you in the eyes. 

Either Valdemar is the world cruelest tease, or they don’t realize just how much their touch affects you. They’re practically edging you along without knowing it- and it’s torture. It’s not like you can simply point it out, either; something tells you they’re just dying to see you beg for their mercy.

“Tell me m/c,” their tone taunts you. “How does it feel when I do... this?”

One of their hands makes its way back in between your legs again, gently pressing a finger against your throbbing clit- just enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. 

“!”

You don’t care now- you let yourself moan and writhe against your restraints.  They have all the power anyway. They always have.

“Hmm. Maybe I was wrong about you being reserved,” they point out. “You’re quite... vocal.”

“Please.” you search their face for any sort of emotion, but they simply cock their head to the side, reading your expression as they continue to pleasure you. “Don’t... stop...”

To your surprise, they give in and listen to you.  Your legs start to shake, and you’re finding it more and more frustrating to have your hands strapped down.  It’s just happening so slowly... you need more.

“More...” you beg.

Valdemar dips down for another blunt kiss, keeping their hands busy on you.  The way they taste, the sharpness of their moves and the way they rub you down... it’s all too much. 

You’re gasping and trembling through the kiss, and suddenly you can’t take it anymore. 

“Oh Gods,” you whine.

Valdemar’s lips move along your jawline, and when their trail reaches your ear, you feel their breath warm against your skin. It’s a tender movement- meanwhile they’re pumping their fingers inside you just roughly enough to make you squirm. It’s taking all you’ve got not to completely melt under their touch in this second. 

“Gods? Think again.” They purr.

You come hard, hips bucking against Valdemar’s hand and tossing about your restraints. You can feel them watching you as you get off... Their eyes are  fixed on yours with such intensity you can’t help but wonder what they’re really thinking right now. 

You’re moaning so loudly and breathlessly you almost forget where you are- and it’s not the most private of places.

It doesn’t matter.

It just feels so good. They make you feel... so... good...

“Ahhh...” you whine in relief. 

Your senses come to you quickly as you catch your breath- almost like you’re waking up from a dream- oh and what a dream it is.

“Indeed, you are quite a specimen,” Valdemar actually caresses your cheek as they say this. Maybe they’ve come out of a dream of their own.  You’re too busy coming down from your high to react.

Frankly, you’re not sure what to make of the situation now- after all you’re naked and strapped against a table in the downstairs palace!

All you can really do is laugh, shakily. 

Valdemar clearly doesn’t understand and stares at you blankly with a look of puzzlement. Even so, they haven’t completely taken their hands off you- not that you’re complaining. You try to search for some sort of telling expression in those eyes but you fail to read them.

“It seems I may never figure you out, m/c.” 

You’re finally released from the straps. Your first thought is to sit up straight and press a kiss to Valdemar’s nose. Your only reaction is a head tilt and a blank stare.

They’ll never admit it, you know, but you can swear that you see a blush on their face. Your eyes drift to your clothes, lying peacefully on the ground near the scalpel Valdemar never used. 

“I could say the same for you, Quaestor. I suppose we’ll have to get to know each other better somehow.”

[skylilac]

the met gala is simultaneously keeping me sane and driving me insane 😭