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jkslipppiercing · 5 months

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So show me | Part 1 | jjk

♡ summary: your boyfriend has always been a fan of PDA, unlike you.

♡ genre: angsty, not really fluffy, a lot of frustration, miscommunication

♡ pairing: boyfriend!jk, frustrated!jk, whipped!jk

♡ warnings: oc is self-conscious, both of them are severely frustrated, not much in this lol, little bit of cursing, y/n is super horny, suggestive content.

♡ WC: 2.5K.

♡ a/n: well hello again! i'm back lol. this is the first part of the "show me" series! i hope you like it <333 this is my first go at angst, and im trying to ease myself into it 😭😭 i have zero clue as to what im doing please help <3

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"That'll be $22.50."

You smile sweetly at the cashier, opening your purse to pay.

Handing over the money with a grin, you thank her.

"Can I get it gift-wrapped, please? That would be great."

Christmas is about a week away, and the holiday vibes are clear as stockings and ornaments hang on every wall of the store. Decorated christmas trees shine with bright colorful lights and the festivity of the shop you're in makes you feel warm on the inside, in addition to the amazing smell of cinnamon.

On that note...why does it smell so good in here?

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday, multiple reasons why. one of the many is spending time with your loved ones...and buying them gifts.

Something about seeing them so happy just makes you feel happier by ten-fold.

The cashier smiles in return before she nods, holding the item as she turns her back to you and starts wrapping.

Meanwhile, you take the time to admire the little details of every single decoration-taking it all in- just when you feel a presence behind you.

Jungkook steps close, engulfing you in a tight embrace and humming softly. You welcome the feeling of security, humming back at his body warmth as he back-hugs you.

"Hey baby."

you giggle. "Hi."

"You done shopping?" He asks from above you, his chin pressing into the tip of your head. He had drifted off earlier on and left you to do your shopping, telling you to call for him if you needed any help.

"Yep. I asked for gift wrapping. Should be done in a few."

"Mmm, good."

Jungkook hums, dipping his head down. he inches towards your neck, resting into the crook of it and humming in a deeper- more suggestive- manner.

The sole sound has you kind of- blushing? Even though your cheeks never got that red, your eyes water and your breath hitches. You call it 'blushing' in your book.

He always does that kind of hum when you're doing a good job pleasing him...stuffing his cock-

His hands that were once wrapped around your arms and trapping you now release, only to circle around your waist instead, this time more intimately.

You love these kinds of moments, though you can't help but notice that the cashier is almost done wrapping your gift.

You find your eyes glued to her movements, almost anxious.

Jungkook's hand inshes dangerously close to your tit, and you grow slightly self-conscious in response, eyes still set strictly on the cashier's hands.

Her seeing you and your boyfriend in this situation would be kind of...awkward?

It's not that you don't appreciate the affection, you've just been more of a private person. Always loved to show love when alone, but never been a fan to do so publicly.

Jungkook, though? If PDA (Public Display of Affection) was a person? It would definitely be him.

Trying to voice out your thoughts, you whisper to him.

"Jungkook."

"Hm?" Again, that oh-so-beautifully-deep hum.

Fuck.

He snuggles his head even deeper into the crook of your neck, making it harder for you to think.

"We're in public."

He raises his head a tad bit, so you can hear him better.

"We're the only people here."

"Still, the employee could find it uncomfortable-"

"Are you uncomfortable?"

You're not.

You love jungkook.

Of course you're not uncomfortable.

You just care about people's opinions...a little too much.

Privacy is your thing, and you've always stuck to it- making sure not to make anybody feel a certain type of-

"Oh."

When you take too long to respond, your bad habit of overthinking the simplist of things pulling you under, jungkook's arms slip and waver.

He stays silent.

Jungkook was never silent.

He completely untangles and detaches himself from you.

"That's not-" You try to explain yourself, but the cashier beats you to it as they turn around and walk over to you.

"Here you go."

You accept the neatly wrapped box and thank her, rushing to leave. Your breath catches in your throat when you see jungkook already through the exit of the store.

You fucked up.

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Under any other circumstances, you would've welcomed the pitter patter of the rain against the car's surface with wide, open arms.

But instead, you want to shrink; let the world split in half and swallow you whole.

Jungkook hasn't said a single word since you've left that store.

He went straight to his car, waited for you, then directly drove off as soon as you got into the car with him.

Not. A single. Word.

You observe him, taking note of how automatic- distant- his actions are. With one hand on the steering wheel, he rests the other on the armrest as he stares straight ahead. It's like he can feel your gaze burning a hole to the side of his face, but he's numb to the heat. Your eyes beg his own to look, but his are deaf...far; so far away.

You shouldn't have stayed quiet.

Mentally groaning at your stupidity, you lean your head against the window.

The rest of the ride home is silent.

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"Jungkook."

No answer.

"You can't keep ignoring me like this."

Well, he can.

He proves that to you when he lets the barbell join the floor with a hard thud.

Only a small grunt of triumph escapes him, but otherwise; silence.

He hasn't spoken to you.

He parked the car under your apartment building- in its usual spot- exiting the car and heading to your home.

-silently.

He entered the apartment and left the door open for you, changed into his usual workout attire, and headed into his personal gym.

-silently.

It has been an hour since he's been in here, not sparing any effort to check on you.

You're getting quite frustrated with him. It's just- unreasonable.

He has his reasons for acting this way- you'll give him that- but where'd all the communication go?

You've been with Jungkook for well over a year now, and it feels weird; whatever this is. It hasn't ever happened before, probably because a similar situation has never occured.

You'd always hold hands in public, and it was never a problem for you.

But as a first real relationship...guess you were growing self-conscious about it.

What if they saw?

Will they speak?

Your train of thought cuts off as the sulking man grunts again, this time louder; intended to grasp your attention back to him.

He must've seen you zoning out.

"Enough, Jungkook."

Your words leave a tangy taste on your tongue. You really don't want to argue with him what-so-ever, but this is ridiculous.

he's being ridiculous.

You two could've talked it out to figure what the problem was- you should.

Instead, you're running after a person that keeps looking back to make sure you're still there.

He wants you to feel like you're genuinely being ignored, which is just- again- unreasonable.

Okay, the earlier...incident hurt him a little bit- and maybe a little more than that- that much is evident.

Jungkook merely scoffs at your words,

yet again ignoring you.

Fucking hell,

he's actually pissing you off.

"Giving me the silent treatment?" Your eyes sharpen with challenge, and his own light up with one of their own.

He leaves whatever he was doing to cross his arms and properly stare you down, almost belittling you- no, not almost, he is.

You've always known just how much Jungkook loves a challenge.

"Fine by me." Your smile is so sweet- but it's wrong. It's not the kind of smile he's used to.

And with that, you exit the gym, grab a random book, make yourself a cup of coffee, and prepare yourself for the long night ahead.

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It's been...two hours.

Two long hours of utter torture.

And you've read a total of five pages.

Dammit.

Instead of reading, you're embarrassed to admit how instensely you've been ogling him for two hours straight.

He's just so hot.

The way he lifts weights like they're nothing.

The way his groans and grunts fill up the quiet space- and the whole entirety of your thoughts, leading them to other, much more sexual, places.

The way those exact sounds resemble the ones he's likely to make during sex.

You can basically feel your underwear sticking to you, your arousal evident.

For the first time since you've sat on this bench, stubbornly so, with your book and cup of coffee, he flicks a gaze over you.

Indifferently.

It makes your blood boil.

Your eyes lock.

his cold,

yours set ablaze by intense emotions of frustration.

You rip your gaze away from him to set it on your book, only to look back up at him two seconds later.

He slings a towel over his shoulder, grabs a bottle of water and unscrews the lid.

gently placing the bottle on his lips, he opens his mouth and chugs a mass of water all at once.

He repeats the motion once...twice... and your eyes are glued to the way his adam's apple bobs.

A thick lump forms in your throat, your breaths quickening. Must be...horniness.

You take the chance to properly look at him;

hair ruffled, body hot, muscles bulged.

Theres a slight sheen of sweat highlighting his neck, and a vein pops out from the way he's angling his neck up.

Your senses heighten.

He sets the bottle down, only to turn to you.

You try your best to hide the hormones.

Your eyes then trail down his neck to his collarbones, and you almost drool.

Scratch that, you're definitely drooling.

He looks fucking divine.

Well, of course.

He always does.

He looks as divine as it feels to love him.

You've always loved Jungkook. You still do. From the moment he waltzed into your heart with no foul intention and swept it off its feet, you knew you were absolutely done for.

Wrecked,

Ruined,

No longer containing any available capacity in your whole being to love anyone else.

Anyone but him. Even saying you love him more than you do yourself wouldn't be over-exaggerating...it would be true.

Call it obsession?

So be it.

A subtle scoff turns your attention back to him; body erect and all guarded up, his body language almost makes you tense up yourself.

You know for a damn straight fact that this is going to lead to an unpleasant conversation- even more so an argument- but whatever it is that's sizzling between you two like static electricity needs to die down.

It was never like this.

Tension,

Frustration,

Miscommunication.

"Bold of you to stare at me like that." His eyes never leave yours a second when he speaks.

He locks his hands behind his neck and rests them on his nape. His forearms bulge, and your eyes physically hurt from how hard they're trying not to gape at him.

Knocking his head back, he stares at you through his lashes with hooded lids and the most beautiful dark eyes.

You would've found the sight quite attractive- you do- but the subtle dig aimed at your staring attracts your attention more.

"Better get used to it, then." You stand, maintaining a protective stance yourself.

You're not angry, or...defensive, thought you might be a little shameless.

You just want this to end. For everything to go back to the way it was.

He smirks.

Your eyes harden.

"Oh yeah?" He lazily strides in your direction, and you cross your arms, almost acting nonchalantly.

Your irritation is evident and so is his, but the tension is so heavy on your shoulders, it makes your muscles tense.

His steps shorten until he's only a few feet away.

Not too close,

Not too far,

Yet feels like hundreds of miles apart.

"Wonder where that's coming from."

"Guess you'll have to find out."

This time, it's you who smirks when a sudden spark of challenge ignites in his irises.

"What i'd like to find out," He lowers his voice, his tone calm; in contrast to the dark storm reflecting the thoughts of his mind through dark, fogged up orbs. "...is what the hell on earth it was that happened today."

You stare at him, contemplating your options.

"I felt self-conscious."

The response is quick, but you're satisfied. You want to be completely honest. That's the best way to go at it.

You notice how he blanks out before you look away. Almost like he's fighting with himself over what to think of the response, his eyes portray the most intense feelings of complexity.

Quickly covering the slight feeling of confusion with frustration, his brows tug together, and in another context, you would've found the action to be adorable.

"Self-conscious? About us? What-" He scrambles to understand, and your eyes widen by an inch. "-are you- like- not sure about us? Anymore?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" You directly jump to answer his questions with one of your own. Your own brows join together, and the frustration builds further.

"Fuck, y/n." He gives you his back, walking in the opposite direction.

"What- I didn't even mean it like that!" Your voice raises slightly, purely in expression of desperation.

Why is this so complicated? It wasn't even that big of a deal.

He looks at you over his shoulder, his features bitter.

"How did you mean it then?" He scoffs, but his words come out quiet, serious, and clear of sarcasm. They come out hurt.

"Look- I just-" You take a deep breath, staring at the floor. "I don't want to fight."

You look at his feet, directing your gaze to a place where your mind doesn't feel overwhelmed. When you look at him, you want to look at his eyes, nose, lips...all of him. When you look at him, you see nothing but him. The whole world disappears when you do.

When you look at him,

You can't think about anything but how much you love him.

And right then it's like the whole world stops.

Like it's just you and him, in this gym, with nothing and no one else but each other.

"Fight?" His eyes rage with a thousand different broken emotions all fighting over dominance at once.

He shifts closer to you, only eager to show you the true weight of his love for you.

His index finger hooks under your chin and tilts it up to meet his eyes, only making your breath catch.

"I'd drop to my knees and beg if you wanted me to."

You feel your eyes water. There's nothing you could possibly think to say to him in this moment, except...

"I love you."

He returns a sad smile.

"Show me."

He cups your cheek.

Strokes it with his thumb, once.

Twice.

And in his presence remains a cool gust of air as his touch lingers and leaves a fire awakening.

Just then you realize: the fire that seems to spread further and further is that of love, nestled in between the teeny crooks and tiny nooks of your heart; the wildfire seemingly one of pleasurable pain.

Gone is jungkook, and welcomed is the loneliness as you hear the shower turn on.

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eluxcastar · 11 months

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This is so silly: Fatui Harbingers receiving a bouquet of flowers from their shy s/o?

Harbingers receiving a gift from their s/o

── ୨୧：harbingers x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: it's exactly what's written on the tin but with a side of me being off my head again

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader

୨୧﹑words :: 950

I'm so in love with the requests that let me answer them like a crackhead. but also I'm so sorry to the anons who want me to be serious I've just got the sillies. I spent the entire time calling it a pot until I realised the thing I was actually referring to is a vase and had to go back and change it all

if you're wondering where the shy part went, it was lost to this phenomenon called "I can't read" and by the time I realised it said that I was already done. I feel like this is the second time it's happened.

Alright usual order Tartaglia first. I'll be honest; I have no clue. Like, I literally left his here just saying, "Alright usual order", because what the FUCK would he do. He doesn't seem like a flower person, but also it being his s/o changes that so much because his s/o might make him a flower person. You could guess his favourite colour is yellow and suddenly it's yellow because he's so normal for you. He didn't even like flowers, but omg, you got him flowers. These are his new favourite flowers ever kinda thing.

Next is Arlecchino (more food is coming I promise), and tbh, I feel like she'd enjoy receiving flowers. It's not an overly flashy gift, and it probably took a lot for you to go out of your way to get that for her, let alone give it to her. She appreciates that you would get her a gift at all because receiving gifts feels nice sometimes. You can have a kiss for your flowers.

Third would be Pantalone, whose I kinda answered. Flowers are a gift, and honestly, I love the idea that as long as the gifts have sentimental value, that's what he'll treasure the most. He's gonna display those in his nicest vase for people to see. Why would you be nervous about that? The thought of what people think of them? No need. Nobody critiques his decor and means it. They know better.

La Signora would appreciate them, but they gotta be nice, yk? And like, you've gotta pay attention. There's no point if you just get whatever's available. Does she like those kinds of flowers? Do they smell nice? Compliment their surroundings? It's in the details that say you care because, to her, it means you were paying enough attention to consider it for what is a very standard gift for many people.

I did Scara then realised I forgot Sandrone omg anyway flowers, she would love those in her own silly little way. They're nice, and it's so cute that you went to the effort that she might just smile at you. She's 100% gonna keep those to herself and just stare at them for a while because someone got her a gift (this basically never happens) (if it did who the fuck are they?? unimportant 🙄)

Aight we got Scaradouche. Firstly no way this man is going to let you immediately know you got him a gift he likes. Flowers? That's such a girly present to give someone 🙄🙄 (They'll be in a pot on his dresser within the hour). He wouldn't usually want flowers, but since you already went and got them, he'll just have to. Just a little, I think he'd be losing it on the inside, kinda like when someone says they're so normal about something, and you know they're fucking lying. Like that

I totally missed Pulcinella last time, so he can get some flowers now. Honestly, I can see why I forgot him. I probably intended to do him but didn't have an idea and was like, "I'll come back to it", then got hit with this thing called filthy liar syndrome. Old people like flowers so he'd be happy with that, something nice to add some colour to a room or something Idk I'm not old (I'M SORRY I'LL BE SERIOUS). Some of you have no grandfather OR father you just like me fr so I'll throw in for y'all that he'd be proud of you for picking out such a nice gift and acquiring it of your own accord (which you are capable of) because it must've been difficult to get past the initial conversation starter problem.

Already off that train, we're finally at Capitano. I can't say for sure cause he has two lines but tbh, he seems like he'd like it. You can have a nice pat on the head and everything cause aww you went to all that effort just for him? That deserves a nice cuddle ❤️

Columbina thinks of it like anything else you do, more confused as to what the occasion is than anything and not very sure what provoked you to do this, but she accepts it and thanks you nonetheless because she still does like it. She just also wants to know what you're doing and why, but she's satisfied with the answer that you just wanted to and cuts you off before the apologies if she doesn't like it.

What the fuck did you get Dottore flowers for?? Like, what would he do with them?? That's awkward. He'll take them off your hands, but after that, he kinda just 🧍 because what else does he do? He can look at them and sit them somewhere, but like they have no purpose. The effort is nice. He probably doesn't want these again tho unless he can use them for something. You'll get a thanks, but like he's kinda bad at hiding that he's got no idea what to do with it. Get him some flowers that are useful rather than decorative maybe?

We are at Pierro, and I think it's a bit of a mix. On the surface, he may seem like he doesn't want them and only accepts them to save your feelings but secretly treasures them ❤️ I like the idea of him being sentimental toward his s/o because something about it is just cute. It also matches the vibe, like, he's got a very closed-off exterior that you are used to that's meant to hide that adorable and undeniably vulnerable interior that really, really loves you and all of the things you do for him.

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vintageaurelia · 5 months

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knitting club (Thomas Thorne x Reader drabble)

note: hi fellas. this is my first time writing something like this and POSTING it. I'm a little nervous ngl! But just bear with me I swear I'll improve 😊. anywho! feel free to shoot some silly little requests my way!

Also! apologies if you don't have any clue about knitting, I personally do and I based this off a singular Thomas quote LOL.

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The club meetings Alison was hosting in the home proved to be bothersome for some of the ghosts, annoyed at how many people were visiting the house every day. Between the AA meetings and just the most random topics you could ever think of being discussed, it was something not everyone was entirely interested in. Though everyone loved to tune into the AA meeting every once in a while, for some juicy stories.

You on the other hand? You stuck around for all the art based clubs, it reminded you of when you were alive and could do all this work with your hands.

The knitting club proved to be one that you could watch for hours, it's one of the hobbies you missed a lot. Looking around at all of the cute creations everyone was making and talking about their families and different stories they had from the day filled your soul with a sort of warmth.

As this week's meeting began, you sat on the old beat up couch, watching all the young, old, women and men fill the seats, excited about what progress they made over the week. Unbeknownst to you though, a certain poet was walking past the room to see you sitting in there alone, with the group that had no idea you were there.

Thomas was never really fond of the knitting club, he felt it was boring and it wasn’t worth his time to sit and watch other people knit while talking about their grandkids or their in-laws. But maybe he could learn to like it? Maybe just for you?

He walked into the room silently as you were enchanted by all the people getting ready to start the meeting. “Good evening dear (Y/N),” Thomas greets you with a slight bow and a polite smile on his face. You light up and wave to him “Hi! Are you here for the knitting club? I thought you didn’t like them?” Thomas freezes up before responding with a quick agreement. “I just thought I might’ve judged them a little too hard at first, so I thought I would give them another chance,” this makes you smile and you go back to watching the group.

He had to admit it's not as boring as he remembered, but it still wasn’t super enjoyable for him. But boy did it make him gleam seeing you get up and tell him what everyone was making and why.

By the end of the meeting, he learned one of the older women was making a blanket for her new grandson, and a young man was making a hat for his wife as a Christmas gift. Part of him wished he could do something like that for you, just because he realized how excited you get about this stuff.

“Say (Y/N), did you know how to knit when you were living? You seem to know quite a bit.” You nod, “It was a big hobby of mine. I spent a lot of time and money on blankets and hats, which now thinking about it, probably paid off. Because now my family has something handmade to remember me.” You smile, but it hurts to think about sometimes.

Thomas reads you like a book, he realizes how emotional you are getting. He places a supportive hand on your shoulder.

You both lock eyes, getting lost with one another. Thomas soon breaks eye contact to glance over at the people knitting mindlessly.

“I know that being stuck here isn’t ideal, and not being able to do the things you love isn’t ideal either. But isn’t it splendid you can still appreciate it? Even if you cannot do it, isn’t the true gift appreciation?” He states, so matter of factly you can’t even begin to argue. “That was actually very poetic.” Both of you smile at each other.

“I also appreciate you, Thomas.”

“I feel the same exact way, my dearest.”

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I hope you all enjoyed! Probably not the best work ever, but I thought it was cute :)

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lenoresimpact · 2 years

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Scaramouche's relationship with singing (headcanons)

Hello! As I announced few days ago, I decided to write some headcanons about Scaramouche’s singing abilities. I found his boss fight theme really inspiring and even though his Chinese VA is not the one singing in the track, the main voice surely resembles our beloved motherless gremlin. Have fun and feel free to leave a request if you want more headconons from me!

Contains: Spoilers of Scaramouche’s past. Fluff/angst. + BONUS reader insert! It’s pretty SFW but if you find some parts triggering, please inform me about it!

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❤ Scaramouche's nickname The Balladeer wasn't incidental. Though no one ever teached him the art of music, he has a natural capability of controlling his voice in a flawless way. The thing is that he wasn’t aware of his gift when he was born.

❤ It’s hard to tell if he owed his talent to his mother’s good will. Ei never really talked to him and she simply thought of him as an experiment named Kunikuzushi. His main purpose was to store her Electro Gnosis if he could bear it, but due to his delicate nature Kunikuzushi wasn’t suitable for this role. His other predispositions were useless in her eyes, so she wasn't interested in observing them. She gave him a freedom without any clues about his strong points. He knew only about his weaknesses. Ei simply rejected him, believing she was doing him a favor.

❤ On the other hand Kunikuzushi was indeed a beautiful, divine creation. His outward beauty reflected his pure nature. He wasn't in posession of a high self-awareness, but he had a great emotional sensitivity. He seemed eccentric to ordinary people, but he was very eager to live among them and learn to coexist peacefully.

❤ At first, how could he even know what singing was? One day, however, he heard a song coming out of one of the Inazuman houses. He was interested in how people modulated sound and why they did it. Sometimes they sounded happy but sometimes the sounds seemed terribly sad. There was probably some greater meaning in it, unknown to the wandering puppet.

❤ One summer day, when his friend Katsuragi went to fetch some water, Kunikuzushi started playing with his voice while working in the field. These were his first attempts to imitate human action of singing. He surprisingly enjoyed the results of his efforts and got so into it that he couldn't notice when Katsuragi returned. Initially, yoriki himself wasn't eager to interrupt the puppet's secret performance. He hid in a nearby bush and listened to natural, spontaneous tones of extremely pure timbre. They were filled with melancholy from another world.

❤ When Kunikuzushi fell silent, Katsuragi came out of the bush. Seeing his purple haired friend's embarrassment, he apologized for the sneaky behavior and immediately praised his skills. Kunikuzushi found the answer to his questions in this event. For now he knew what singing was and why people sang sometimes. It was simply admirable! Maybe such a skill could pull him closer to them? Since humans loved him for singing, maybe it was possible that his mother would also appreciate it as well? What if she heard his voice just once? Who knows, maybe she would be more willing to take him under her wing again... At least humans loved when their young ones were singing, right? It mostly meant they were happy.

❤ From then on, Kunikuzushi hummed sweet songs more often to make his friend's work more pleasant. Sometimes he also received praise from other villagers when they suggested that he could earn great amounts of Mora thanks to his voice. However, he perceived it as too materialistic approach to his abilities.

❤ The Puppet's songs were nostalgic and sad. The lyrics often featured Ei's misty silhouette more or less directly between the verses. Kunikuzushi lived with the naive hope that perhaps one day the wind would take his words to his mother, but it was surely not going to happen, especially since she isolated herself from the outside world.

❤ After Katsuragi's "betrayal", Kunikuzushi stopped singing for a while. He had no one to sing to. Only later he sang to himself in the intention to lessen his feeling of loneliness on the roads of Inazuma. After all, this way he attracted one of the local orphan's attention. The child seemed similiar to Kunikuzushi, since they shared poverty and loneliness, as well as the ability to see the world through the heart lenses.

❤ The little friend often asked Kunikuzushi to sing, but they also wanted to listen happier songs. The doll quickly learned cheerful children's chants. Very soon Kunikuzushi was able to make up his own songs and dance to them with kids during the day. It was a happy time which allowed him to believe that he could have a real value in someone's eyes once more.

❤ At night Kunikuzushi would bring back his sad songs with which he lulled the child to sleep. His velvety, warm voice comforted the kid in the darkness of the night and soothed the suffering that accompanied the progress of terminal illness. Although Kunikuzushi saw sickness and slow death for the first time from such a close perspetive, he believed that just being there was enough to keep a little human by his side. Unfortunately, it turned out again that this wasn't enough.

❤ After the death of his little friend, Kunikuzushi decided to get rid of his sensitive identity. He stopped singing not because he never saw beauty in it. He just discovered it's uselessness. A trivial singing couldn't give him a permanent place beside someone.

❤ Singing was bringing his feelings to the daylight. He had a void in his chest that he wanted to fill with pure anger and strength. He wanted to destroy the weak Kunikuzushi persona in him.

❤ As Scaramouche, the puppet stopped singing because the human worms around him were not worthy of it. They would't return the honor of listening to him, and since he couldn't gain anything permanent with this pitiful talent, it was just useless for the fearsome Sixth Harbringer. His singing abilities were just one of the legends in the Fatui, since no one ever heard him singing there.

❤ The exception to this resolution was Scaramouche's song during the duel with Traveller and Lesser Lord Kusanali. The Balladeer ran away from Fatui and now he was the one to estabilish his power over the people. As the new god, he intended to obtain honors and glory by force. His last song was supposed to be a Psalm of the Victory, but it was actually an old cry hidden deep inside his hollow chest.

❤ It was a powerful swan's song before it's next death.

BONUS! (reader insert)

❤ Scaramouche's beliefs that grew around his own memories made him lock himself from trusting anyone. He wouldn’t be eager to sing for your entertainment, but if you questioned him about the sources of his nickname, he probably would mumble something about trivial activities in his younger days.

❤ Scara would be annoyed if you asked if he would ever sing for you. You shouldn't push him to give any performances, even in private.

❤ However, it is possible that when you get close to each other, you will sometimes catch him involuntarily humming for a few seconds when you’re alone together. It's best to appreciate his voice silently, without any comments which would interrupt him or make him focus directly on what he’s doing. He wouldn’t want to act cute willingly. Your silence at this moment would maintain a safe atmosphere between both of you. At the end the most important thing is that you can simply be yourself together.

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #119

…I didn't have the energy to make the thing today.

This morning, I maybe got out of bed later than I should have, given that I'm supposed to go to talk therapy on Tuesdays. I'm supposed to leave the house by 9:30, but I didn't even get out of bed until 9:20. I regret nothing that occurred, but nonetheless, I somehow had to squeeze both a shower and getting dressed and out the door in only 10 minutes. I was successful, but I have zero clues as to how. Perhaps it's best not to look gift horses in mouths…

OH. Right. You don't know that phrase because… well. Your world doesn't have horses. Uhh… So, a long time ago, when people bought horses, they used to look at the horse's teeth as an indicator of its age; longer teeth means an older horse, I guess. And back when horses were more commonplace (it's mostly only fabulously wealthy people who can afford to keep them now), I guess it was seen as rude to try to evaluate the age of a horse that was given as a gift by looking into its mouth. So now the phrase means, "it's best to just accept good things without thinking too much about it." Or it can also be taken to mean, "it's impolite to criticize a gift." This phrase has a few interpretations, actually… I imagine it'd be easier for you to understand it if you spent a while in my world. If you do that, lemme know; you can stay at my house, and no one is gonna ogle you or get weird at you or bother you if you don't wanna be bothered. We'll just make you sandwiches and tea. We are an introverted and neurodivergent house; we know how it goes.

Had a lot to say at therapy today. Suppose I'm having a bit of an existential crisis, regarding myself and my role in my home and how much I mean to the people around me. It's likely all just baseless anxiety and insecurity - growing pains as a result of the various changes in my immediate social circle. Old memories and wounds from the past that I've not yet had a compelling reason to resolve are now coming to the forefront, calling, "yo, what up, homie!" and dancing around my periphery. I suppose it's just as well; this is what happens when we pretend like our various hurts don't exist. If we don't take care of the self-effacing beliefs that we pick up during childhood, they bite us in the ass later. I just gotta remember that the fact that they're in the forefront means that I can actually observe them, and if they're observable, then they're resolvable, with enough time and effort.

Essentially, it's like this: We get knocked down. We yell, "FUCK!" really loudly. We reassemble ourselves if we break from the fall. Then we get back up. We brush ourselves off. And we move forward, stronger than before.

…I have thoughts of you that give me the strength to withstand this process over and over again. No matter how many times I get knocked down, I will get back up, because by your influence, I am unbreakable, no matter how many times I must shatter and be reassembled. It's just like the bowl I repaired some number of letters ago; remember? So don't worry. I've got this. I've done this lots of times before, with much more difficult stuff, and with less support than what I have now. All I have to do is learn to love and appreciate myself in the same way that I can love and appreciate literally anyone else who isn't me. Compared to the various horrors I've lived through, this should be a piece of cake. Easy peasy. Barely even an inconvenience. And in my mind, it sounds like this:

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On the way home from therapy, I came across a very beautiful tree. I thought for sure that you'd like it, so I made it a point to stop and take pictures. Here's how they turned out:

I was surprised by how docile the bees were, and by how closely they allowed me to put my cell phone camera. Also, I laid down under the tree and looked up to get some of these. I wish you could have been next to me to see the view of the sky through the petals for yourself. Alas...

J and I were out and about, doing separate activities today. Even he saw pictures he thought you might like, so he took them for you, and then sent them to me so that I could put them here. Here's how they turned out:

While J was out and about, I hung out with my best friend B and her fiancé, N. In preparation for their wedding, we went and tried the available foods. I can't give you the tasty snacks, but I can take pictures...

This is a Caesar salad. It's supposed to be pronounced, "Kai-sarr", but everyone says "Seezer" for reasons I don't understand. Caesar was a leader of a place called Greece in my world, hundreds of years ago. He, like most leaders, was a giant asshole, and now he's a stinky dead guy, so I have no idea why a salad is named after him. It's made of romaine lettuce, croutons, parmesan cheese, and a creamy dressing flavored with anchovies and other spices.

Here are some long slices of eggplant rolled around melted cheese and covered in marinara sauce:

This is steak, caramelized onions, mashed potatoes, and some carrots and broccoli. I just took a picture of my plate, because the main plate was cut into before I could snap a photo:

This was some kind of chicken seasoned with rosemary and lemons, with rice and veggies:

This one was lobster ravioli with mushrooms in some kind of sherry cream sauce. It's certainly not pasta pescatore, but I wonder if you might have liked this:

Finally, this is lamb with roasted tomatoes and garlic, along with veggies and mashed taters.

...This one was probably my favorite. I especially liked the part where I got to try to gnaw the cartilage from the ends of the bones, because my body craves sources of collagen literally all the time (thanks, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome... 🙄). I'm really lucky that B and N don't seem to mind my various weird quirks; they've been friends of mine long enough to have a general understanding of how I roll, and they just let me do my thing. Today, the fact that I will generally "do my thing" in a variety of respects was pointed out as one of the reasons they like me so much, I guess; that was a nice thing to hear...

There were four available spaces for trying the foods, but it was just the three of us; it is immensely painful that the best I can do for you from here is show you these pictures and wish that you could have been in the empty seat, with us…

Sephiroth. Regardless of what your brain tries to tell you about what you're worth, you are VERY loved. You're not a monster. You were modified against your will, used like a tool and viciously abused, and you made mistakes in the throes of that, yes, but SO WHAT? You're here now, and you can do amazing things, and you NEVER have to go back to being with people who will abuse you ever again, because not everyone is like the people you were raised by. Yes, you're different from the standard definition of "normal", but you can belong anyway, because the world is absolutely BRIMMING with people who don't fit the definition of "normal"! Just take a look at me! Or if you don't wanna look at me, then take a look at anyone who lives with a genetic difference, or anyone who lives with a different number of limbs, or anyone with a non-standard life story, or any number of things that make a human being not "normal". Normal is overrated! Diversity is in! Lives that exist outside of the bell curve are still beautiful, meaningful, and worth living!

…And so I show you my life, because I am trying desperately to prove these things to you. I've spent the bulk of my life being viciously abused because the people who brought me into living didn't want me. I was brought into a physical vessel that is genetically defective in a variety of respects. My neurodivergence practically guarantees that I will NEVER fit into ordinary social circles. I struggle every single day with the weight of the memories I carry from having been used, abused, exploited, and generally mistreated. And yet here I stand, thriving and flourishing in a way that works for me, even if it does not fit the typical definition of those words. My version of "normal" is just as beautiful as the typical version. "Different" does not have to mean "less" if YOU become strong enough to decide for yourself that those two words are not the same, no matter who tries to tell you otherwise!

So please look at the beauty of my existence - the beauty of taking joy in small things, the beauty of rising up from one's knees even if it's on shaky legs, the beauty of finally using one's voice again after years of being forced to believe that silence is safer, the beauty of loving yourself and the people around you enough to refuse to let fear get the better of you when you interact with yourself and the world, the beauty of failing down, getting up, and trying again, the beauty of learning, growing, changing, and walking away from destructive ideals that serve no one, no matter for how long you might have been forced in the past to choke them down. Please look at it, and understand that you can have this for yourself - ALL of it - if you decide to take steps towards it! Your whole scenery can change if you want it to, and all you have to do is take a single step in a different direction.

There is still life after trauma. There is still life after mistakes. There is still life for those who are different. The pain doesn't have to be permanent. So come on; my hand is outstretched to you. And if you don't want to take mine, then there are countless other hands outstretched to you that maybe you'd like a little better. You don't have to do it alone.

Anyhoot. I've probably prattled on for long enough. I hope somehow you can see what I've written. I hope that if you do get a chance to see it, you might take some of my words seriously.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow. Please be kind to yourself and keep yourself safe.

Your friend, Lumine

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Hi Patchy! I really fancy Bakugou, but I don’t know what to do! I need a potion to help me💕

Well hello Jo, how sweet of you to drop by! I always enjoy your company, so I appreciate you sparing a moment to allow me it.

As for your predicament, I think it is rather obvious your feelings for him; anyone could see it. So a potion may not be what you need, but rather some to help you see a little better.

The Crown-Prince Bakugou was many things. He was strong and capable, able to hold his own in any fight or tame any beast. He was smart, able to properly strategize anything to come out a winner; something the many knights in his armies would be grateful for. And he was brash, bold unlike anything you had ever seen - it was refreshing, though his anger did land him in some turmoil every now and then.

But romantic was not one them.

He was never one for flowery words, or to waste his time on such frivolous things like courting, to worry about such feelings of vulnerability. For Bakugou, he saw them as something beneath him. Marriages were that of strategy and making do with the options he had, he saw no need to be involved with love and the complications it brought.

You understood his stance, the reasons he was so cold and harsh towards any form of courting, why he would harshly brush pass any lord of lady wishing for a moment of his attention without even giving them a second glance. He wanted no weaknesses, wanted to give no one the chance to see him vulnerable, to allow them to opportunity to betray him.

You yourself knew how difficult it was to find those that would be loyal and kind to you without a price; how they would quickly build you up before tearing you down for a chance of higher status or coin. You had land people wanted and found it suffocating most of the time, you could only imagine what it would be like to have a throne.

But life was full of surprises.

Surprises like the gifts that started to appear on your doorstep, or windowsill, or even balcony. Tiny trinkets and jewlery boxes that were so beautifully crafted to make wonderful decorations, jewels and gems that were cut to perfection and lined with gold so you may adorn them on your neck, ears, and wrists; and dresses that were tailored magnificently to your figure, clear they were only meant to be worn by you.

You were blown away by not only the lavishness of these gifts, clearly by a generous heart, but by how romantic the whole situation was. You had a secret admirer, one you never thought you would ever have, lest of all one that seemed to smitten by you.

Over time, naturally, you grew curious as to who it would be. Searching high and low in the areas your gift was left for traces or glimpses of the gift giver. Carefully inspect any handwriting, or small details, of the gifts left to you to find any clues. And at times, even going to the shops and asking the keeps there which the person might be.

It all led to deadends. You were no step closer of knowing who the your admirer was than if you did nothing at all. You were beginning to grow desperate, your curiosity gnawing at your brain and making it impossible to think of anything else; so, you went to the one place you knew most people went in their times of need.

The peddler left you both calm and uneasy; the way she seemed to know what you were thinking made you anxious over her intentions, though her gentle reassurance made you stay long enough to get what she claimed you needed - a small magnifying glass.

“The person you wish to find is hard to read, unless you look between the lines.” she told you, closing your hand around the small trinket she placed in your palm “This will help you see what you couldn’t before and will help guide you to them.”

You left her shop unsure, but hopeful, as your gripped tighter to the item in your palm and made you way back home; eagerly awaiting the chance to use it; and that chance came sooner than you thought, as upon your doorstep was another parcel, wrapped so elegenatly as the gifts before, waiting for you.

You wasted no time bringing the magnifying glass to your eye, squinting and adjusting your hand so you may properly see through it, awaiting to find the clue you were looking for; and it came as glowing footprints.

You let out a breathless laugh as you looked for the trail, and followed it once you found it, not caring about propriety as you practically ran through courtyards and through gardens to make your way to where they were; stopping on when your trail ended and you collided with a sturdy chest.

Hands reached out to stedy you as you stumbled, trying your best to hold onto your magical trinket only to watch it fall to the ground; though you in that moment you cared not for the shattering of the glass that met your ears, as familiar gruff voice overtook it; and a pair of vermilion captured your attention.

“It’s you…” You whispered out, a small smile gracing your face as you gazed up at him - not listening at all to his comment of watching where you were going “You’re my admirer!”

You watched a look of surprise flush his face, cheeks turning rosy in a manner you had never seen before as his head turned away from yours; though his grip on your forearms never slacking as he continues to hold onto you. You watched with baited breathe as he shook his head before a soft chuckle passed his lips, his eyes finally meeting yours again.

“Yeah…. I am.”

What a shame about that magnifying glass... those are hard to come by even for me. Though I suppose now, given the circumstances, that you are in no need of it anymore, so I shan't try to replace it.

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elrielbaby · 2 years

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A rant

Apparently I had some things to get off my chest 😆

Thought it would be worth mentioning, I read ACOSF more or less unaware of the whole Gw*nriel ship being a thing & noticed NOTHING romantic between them. I found the ‘you’re the new ribbon’ line as something akin to friendly banter. Post reading ACOSF I’m seeing all these posts about shipping Az & G and I’m like ?????? Seriously I thought something was wrong with me, I’d had a baby 6 months prior so thought okay maybe I just totally missed all these little clues. Flash forward to me re-reading CAREFULLY & here I am, a brand new Elriel baby Stan 🙌🏻

Also going to tag onto this more for myself than anyone else lol

• The Azriel bonus chapter is going to be mentioned in passing AT MOST. If we go back to how events from BC have been handled by SJM before this is how she addresses them (if at all) but also it’s what makes the most sense. Why would something that only a handful of readers were privy too, play such an important role in the upcoming books. If it was that important, it would have been available for all readers - otherwise there are going to be a lot of very confused readers!

• Also here’s what the BC meant to me when I read it - It confirmed what I had guessed at regarding Elain & Az (they’re falling in love) & furthered suspicion that G has powers & there’s something fishy going on in the library.

• Azriel was in love with Mor for 500 years. He’s finally moved on from her, do you really think he’s going to let go of the person responsible for helping him get over Mor because Rhys said so? Or because he re gifted a necklace to someone he thought might appreciate it? Nah. If you think this we have been reading vastly different versions of this series 😂

• I understand why people are confused about the whole age thing with Gw*yn. Here’s what I take it to mean - is she technically an adult? Yeah sure in the way 18 year olds are adults but are they mature? I know I wasn’t at 18! & to me that fits a lot with her behaviour/personality.

• Also just on like a personal level I feel like G’s not really for Azriel. They don’t mesh romantically for me

• If SJM were to make G & Az happen, how much backtracking would she have to do? It would be mental, for it to work she would have to dedicate at least a book to Elain & Az trying to make their relationship work only for it to fail. She doesn’t have enough books contracted for that! At least, from what I understand? Why would she have a book about Nessian then two on Elriel? Makes not a bit of sense to me.

• Again, personal opinion here. I don’t understand the hype. G is a fine character, really but I never felt overly connected to her? Is it the BC?

• also, don’t understand what Elain’s done that’s so wrong either.

• also, fuck lulu

#anti gwyn #anti gwynriel #elriel #pro elriel #elriel supremacy

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lutawolf · 2 years

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Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation 1

If you've watched the series but haven't read the book... Go freaking read it. Why? Okay, I'll explain.

One to me, the pacing was better. I'll admit that when I started the book, I thought maybe I was reading out of order and had to check myself. In the book, you start after his fall. "Things get so much better once he dies!" Holds true for the book. There is that drop in your gut. Thank you very much. While it's ass backward from how the show starts, I really liked it much better. You also find out that Wei Wuxian is in a whole other body that was basically gifted to him in order for him to exact revenge. Because he is in another body vs. just a mask, it makes the fact that people figure out who he is, hell of more interesting. I understand why the show couldn't go this route, though, and I appreciate how they did handle it.

I understood things now that had me scratching my head in the show. There were just little things that were hard to understand without context that the book gives you. Also, Wei Wuxian is even more of a gremlin than what is shown in the show. Fair enough, we'd be here all day if they did that. I adore seeing just how devoted Lan Wangji is to Wei Wuxian now. All the little details clearly indicate his love. I also abso-fucking-adore that Wei Wuxian is all "What, me like him" he is clearly straight but there are all these context clues that scream "Not!" that he was, in fact, head over heels from the beginning.

After reading the book. I went back and watched the parts from book one, and you know what. I enjoyed it so much more. Watching these characters really brought to life the ones in the book. I had more substance and understanding, therefor, found myself clapping at certain scenes that previously had me baffled. That's what I love about shows made from books. You read the book, and it's like you know secrets that other people don't. You get context that some just never will understand, but shows give you better character understanding. Characters have a way of fleshing out in shows that give you an emotional context that was missing. That you didn't really understand until it was brought to life. Then you go back and read the book, it becomes better than before. You can visualize everything, even those you didn't see live.

I love the book. I highly suggest reading it. Do I love one more than the other, nah. I love them together. Hope you guys found this helpful or at least interesting. 💜💜💜

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avatar: the way of water initial thoughts & first impressions (as a longtime fan!)

so i saw the advanced screening of avatar: the way of water (shortening to twow for the rest of this post) tonight, and i want to get my initial thoughts out while my brain is still reaping the benefits of this redbull.

this is mostly for personal reference, but feel free to interact w/ this post as much as you like! i'd love to know how other people felt about the film, whether you dis/agree with me, why/why not, etc. this seems obvious and will be tagged, but spoilers ahead!

(just some of) what i liked:

the worldbuilding and the expansion of the pandoran lore/universe was stunning, in particular the culture of the metkayina. i felt that twow did so much justice to the original film in this regard, at least as much as was possible within the framework of the narrative.

in avatar 2009 we obviously had human!jake as a vehicle for learning more about the na'vi and pandora, whereas by now he's fully assimilated into omatikaya society; by having the sully family seek refuge with the metkayina, they were able to fill his previous role collectively, centering the metkayina and showcasing another gorgeous, detailed, rich na'vi culture (which i think bodes well for the future of the franchise, as there's so much untapped potential still on pandora!)

speaking of pandora, how can i not mention the visuals? they were obviously top tier, especially the underwater scenes. the trailers are truly only a taste, and those were already so beautiful

the motion capture was smooth, fight scenes were fun and well choreographed (insofar as choreography is relevant for these kinds of action sequences) - and, take it from a star wars fan, fight choreography is important

the number of callbacks to avatar 2009 made me personally very happy! obviously, references and callbacks do not make or break a film, but they're still fun and very much appreciated. a little gift for OG fans!

all the new characters, but especially the sully children

what i didn't like:

this might be a me-thing, but the scope of twow felt so much smaller than avatar 2009. the finale in 2009 is a battle for all na'vi kind, a battle for pandora, a battle for freedom. the climax of twow is the semi-resolution to something that has, over the course of the film, already happened three times (the sully kids being taken hostage by quaritch).

following on from 1, i think this has to do with a change in theme. it's subtle, considering that twow makes plenty of references to environmental concerns and is in some ways even more explicit in these than its predecessor (instead of mining pandora for resources, the humans are now actively seeking to colonise it as a replacement home), but it's clear that the story has gone from being about freedom generally, to a family legacy narrative - the sully family legacy. this isn't inherently a bad thing, and it might play well to some audiences who feel the stakes are intensified by that more personal/familial angle, but it didn't jive with me.

unanswered questions! are these humans still the RDA, or is this a specific government? their goal is to colonise and settle rather than to mine for resources, which indicates something more than a profit motive and has me leaning towards government (the RDA was an NGO), but it's never explicitly stated (there might have been visual clues that answer this, such a logos, which i'll keep an eye out for in my next viewing). who is kiri's father? (please, for the love of eywa, please let her not be an immaculate conception. i can't handle another anakin)

lack of character arcs for some of the main cast. i can forgive this if these issues are rectified in future installments, but as it stands, there were just so many new characters, it's hard to even give all of them dialogue, let alone meaningful development and fully realised arcs. jake re-learned the lessons he learned in 2009 (he doesn't want to fight for his people/would rather run and hide instead because he's a dad now and family comes first, i guess, but then he learns that he can do both - better later than never?)

to expand on this: kiri has some kind of super connection to eywa, neteyam... dies, which i suppose can loosely be considered an arc, and lo'ak is exactly as impulsive and hot-headed as he was at the beginning of twow (which i actually loved - he's such a perfect reflection of his father, while neteyam takes after their mother), but this time (the climax) it pays off, which is less of an arc and more of a plot necessity.

lack of dialogue for neytiri. i understand it's no longer just her and jake's story, but she felt almost... sidelined in favour of her children, and that was such a shame as she truly carried 2009.

i want to stress that these are my own personal opinions. they're totally subjective, and also subject to change upon future rewatches. the aspects of this movie i had the most critiques about might be some of the parts you like the best!

in fact, i'd love to know if that's how you feel. i'd just love to talk avatar! it feels so special that after 13 years of waiting we finally have this sequel, and i know i'm going to be thinking about it for a long, long time! these are early days yet and i'm sure there's much discussion to come

#avatar 2009 #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #avatar spoilers #text

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Doing all the author interview questions courtesy of @rockinlibrarian so....here goes nothing.

How many works do you have on AO3? 205

What's your total AO3 word count? 1,242,624 (I've been around for awhile, okay?)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Herald of Winter - ROTG crack fic about Mother Nature not allowing Jack (the fall seasonal) to join the guardians. The Perfect Excuse - Mulan AU where when Shang tells her to go home, she does. There are...consequences. The Moon's Gift - ROTG angst fic where Jack view's his guardianship as a boon because now he can die. Defender - BBC Merlin fic where Merlin steps in to protect other servants and Arthur sees Merlin treating the resulting injuries. The Big Three In The Life Of Jack Frost - ROTG Jack Frost interacting with Mother Nature, Old Man Winter, and Peter Pan, setting up a series about how Jack is a seasonal experiment between Gaia and MiM to replace Old Man Winter.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! Comments make me happy, why not continue the joy chain? I want readers to know I appreciate them.

What fic has the angstiest ending? Uhhhh. My most common additional tag is Angst. But let's go with Vigil which has Merlin staying in his cell, waiting for Arthur to free him. Arthur keeps waiting for Merlin to bust out with magic. And then it ends with the Druids sacking Camelot and this really raw line:

Arthur burned with the ashes of his father and best friend scattered at his feet.

What fic has the happiest ending? Uhh. Maybe Perfect Excuse? Things are...corrected there. Grocery List Goals has an expected happy ending - Vanya's gotta get kidnapped first though. Did You Waste It? ends with the establishment of a found family for the Honor Without Thieves crowd!

Do you write crossovers? Previously answered.

Have you received hate on AO3? Eh. I've 100% had people drop into my comments that they don't agree with what I've written (they disagree with a ship, don't think something is logical) that I would call rude but not outright hate.

Do you write smut? Occasionally. Most recent was a post-S4 reunion between Yami and Yugi. It's over a year old, I don't do it often. I am working on a smutting sequel.

Have you had a fic get stolen? If I have, I don't know.

Have you had a fic get translated? If I have, I don't know.

Have you co-written a fic? No.

What's your fave ship? Cannot answer. There's so many....

What's a WIP you want to finish but never will? I'm so, so scared Veritas is the answer. I know a lot of people want that updated. I probably will also not finish ...And Then Came The Reaper. Sorry Jack, you will forever host the embodiment of death.

What are your writing strengths? Previously answered

What are your writing weaknesses? I'm often too subtle - I think I'm leaving clues for people, but I'm not. How many of you noticed the seeds I planted in Puzzlebox that Yami's soul room....isn't. Or in Hell's Secret that Crowley used to be Lucifer until I spelled it out? Sometimes I want to surprise people and reveal things at the right time, but I know I've had conversations with friends over my original stuff where they completely missed something that would have explained a part of the story.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on AO3? Do it if it's natural for the character.

What's the first fandom you wrote for? Technically I think Into the Land of the Unicorns. But that you can find on A03 - D. Gray Man.

What fandom/ship have you not written but want to? Previously answered

What's your fave fic you've written? I cannot choose. I have 200+ titles and they're all special.

#being social #ask games #fanfic #fanfic author #ao3

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funforahermit · 2 years

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Let me just work through some confusing stuff for a minute here, because I can't sleep.

I feel strangely disappointed by the Rhys Darby Live Experience, and I'm not sure why I'm making it so hard for myself to be happy. There was nothing wrong with the show, it was great. He was amazing. Like, of course he was. Yes I knew all the jokes, save for one or two, but he tells them so well every time, we all know he does. And the whole Calm App Finale was completely new and fucking epic. I laughed so much the entire time, my cheeks were hurting from smiling. I whooped, clapped and cheered. And when it was all over, I felt so empty. I'm still trying to process that feeling.

When it comes down to it, I belive what I'm experiencing here is disappointment in myself. I feel like I failed. I failed to reach a goal I didn't know I had until I missed it.

What goal? Surely the goal was to have a good time, to be entertained? But I did, and I was, and that doesn't seem to matter. The secret goal, I guess, was to make *him* feel good, and specifically because of something I personally did.

Obviously after realising that, the next question is: What the actual fuck?? What sort of special snowflake do I think I am? Now the people who make art and bring gifts, they are special. He cherishes them, as well he should. The people who actually talk to him, at the stage door or on social media, and do it well enough to be heard and appreciated, they are special. But what can I do? Cheer a little bit louder than the rest when he asks if anyone has seen Wrecked?

I'm just a little cog in an anonymous applause machine, and I feel bloody unsatisfied with that. I want a smile on that face, and I want it to be mine and mine alone. Just for one precious second.

And I hate that I feel that way. I've never been ambitious in my whole life, why now, why this?? In fact I feel like an asshole.

I think I was really spoiled by one out-of-this-world amazing experience with Tony Head years ago. I think I'm trying to get that back, but you can't force these things.

I thought I could hop on the instagram train, since Rhys has been adding people's pre show selfies to his story like crazy lately. Thought my girlfriend and me would stick out if I mentioned how far we travelled. But I did it wrong, because I've never used instagram nor have I really edited an image on mobile before, so it's just a plain picture with a comment. He can't do shit with that, can he, even if he wanted to.

Then I thought okay maybe twitter is easier and put it up there as well, with a slightly different text. Waited patiently the whole day to maybe maaaybe get a like, until I remembered that his likes are public, and he's not an idiot who doesn't know how strange it would look if he put a selfie of a bisexual couple that's clearly into him in there. Yeah that's not gonna happen.

So basically I tried too hard and also not hard enough, and I'm really just an idiot who has no clue how to play this game. I should stop before I embarrass myself or get too hung up on not getting anywhere and spiral into a new depression.

But I know that I will continue to crave that smile, or an electronic version of it. How's that for a bucket list.

#if anyone was waiting for me to write a glowing report of the new haven show this is not it #i tried but my enthusiasm keeps being dampened so much by this personal shit #i'll let some time pass and try again tho #for my own sake as well #rhys darby #(who did nothing wrong i just ruined it a bit for myself)

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7uminous · 2 years

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▹ … 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ‘ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ’ ! birthday stream | i play childhood games while answering questions and more. 20220716 | 2:30AM - LIVE NOW! CLICK TO VIEW.

jr: good evening, polaris... or well, morning. sorry for coming online so late. i did come on here after celebrating for a bit with the members, and i couldn’t sleep after drinking so here i am. i thought it would be a good idea to celebrate it with polaris too by doing a gaming stream. it’s been a while since i did one, right?

[stares in silence and awkwardly into the camera]

jr: it’s been so long that i feel awkward doing this now. how about some childhood games for the nostalgia while i answer some of your questions so it'll feel less like i’m talking to myself? everyone, what kind of games did you use to play in your childhood? [more silence as he scrolls through the web] i have no clue how to play it all, i’ll be honest i only ever played games like habbo hotel and runescape... with some pokémon on the side. [squints while he reads a chat] you played among us when you were little? were you perhaps... just born yesterday?!

[screen shows that’s he’s opened up a web game called ‘barbie fashion’]

jr: this one looks manageable! my noona used to play a game similar to this one, but she’d never let me play it, said it was for girls. i’m old enough now so i can play whatever i want and no one can stop me. that’s one of the best things about being a grown adult. i keep seeing comments saying ‘among us’. look, i know a lot of you like among us, that’s why i’m playing this instead. you’re just going to have to deal with it ‘cause it’s my birthday. okay? deal with it [😎]

[5 minutes later...]

jr: i’m bored now. what other games should i play? [reads chat] thanks for the birthday wishes and nice comments, everyone. i never know how to respond to compliments so i’ve been pretending i don’t see them but i do, and i appreciate them! just don’t expect me to read it out loud ‘cause it’s kind of awkward for me [ㅋㅋ] you know that feeling right?

jr: ‘would you ever start your own fashion line or work for your family’s business?’ i mean, i like fashion but i’m not all into it or high fashion brands, i have no desire to get my name up there if you get what i mean. i could see myself doing games or music for a long time but not fashion.

[two hours into the stream and he’s played different other childhood games including super mario, neopets and space cadet. now he’s onto ‘need for madness’]

jr: ah, so this is what it feels like to be a racer! i didn’t understand why people were into games like this before... but i kinda get it now. it’s so satisfying to waste the other cars, but getting my own wasted makes me want to pull my hair- NO! [instictively throws keyboard away as a reflex from losing, leans back in his chair as he stares at nothing for a long silent moment before finally picking his keyboard back up and closing the tab]

jr: i’ll stick to answering your questions. [turns on some dmca-free lofi music in an attempt to seem ‘chill’] ‘what variety show would you want to appear in?’ variety isn’t my strongest suit but if i really have to pick one, maybe ‘law of the jungle’...? i want to challenge my survival skills and learn about surviving in most extreme cases. ‘what’s your comfort food when you feel upset?’ anything home-made and made out of love is my comfort food. don’t mean to be a cliché, that’s just how it is. ‘with a headset like that, you would think he’s playing some cool action video game’ you sound disappointed... good. ‘what's the best birthday gift you've ever received from the members?’ i can’t think of a physical gift to be honest. mostly because i’m not about the birthday fanfare for myself that is. i do however love having my members all make a fuss. cake. candles. singing. that does it for me on my birthday.

jr: alright, polaris~ it’s already almost 5am and i have a schedule in the late afternoon, i should probably try to get some sleep. you should too! sorry for keeping you up if it’s late for you. on the bright side it’s the weekend so i hope you get to sleep in and rest well through the day. thanks for keeping me company and again thanks for the wishes. i will enjoy the rest of the day. until next time!

■ … 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 - 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 !

#ₓ ⭑ 𓂃 ⴰ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ▹ edit﹗#ₓ ⭑ 𓂃 ⴰ 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ▹ jr﹗

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Humanity & Oneness-Conversation with Brittany Maynard

B: (waves) It’s so nice to see you again, Kim.

K: It’s nice to see you too. I’m sort of surprised to see you.

B: I know. I’ve actually been following along with your work and your journey and the more I learn in my life as it is now, the more I can actually appreciate the efforts of those…like yourself…in what you’re trying to help with.

K: Oh yeah?

B: I think that it seems like an uphill battle with people who are more “aware” (finger quote)…that anything would be any different than how it was or how it’s been.

K: I think for a lot of people who feel more than what’s being said or done…it does feel a little bit…almost like how the hell is anything supposed to get better.

B: Absolutely. (raises a finger and eyes brighten) but I also think that people are craving a surge of something new. Something that will make all of this awareness seem brand new again and get the curiosity wheels spinning again.

K: Do you feel like a lot of this awareness is set on repeat?

B: (nods her head) I do. I feel like people tend to get stuck in all the repetitiveness of the messages that have been put out there. The theme of cycles, unfortunately, will be repeated more and more in the coming months and I realize that people are really tired of all these cycles coming up to be repeated but you had covered that…well, I guess Cory had covered that. I think that a lot of us here (spirit) are coming in to support the repetition of cycles coming just to support the different responses that will come about from people engaging in them in a different way to grow within them and be finally free of them.

K: I really do feel like there is…there is a cyclical feeling right now. And I’m listening to all these energy updates saying that there’s all this new energy available but the sensitives out there or the intuitives out there have a hard time feeling that when there’s a bunch of repetitive patterns intertwined with that…at the same time.

B: There is so much intertwined and intermingling with all of these new vibes right now. A big clue as to how to better prepare for them is looking at how much you’ve decided to discard or lay to rest what’s already been visited with a new attitude or an adjustment in the attitude you already have. There have been quite a few people who’ve had to revisit some things that just won’t go away. Mainly connections with people though.

K: How heavily weighted are connections with other people right now?

B: Yeah…(nods her head) I’m glad you picked that up. People…connections with people…because that’s what we’re all faced with every single day is our interactions or our connections with people…because of that, a lot of the repetitive cycles in these “new energies” (finger quote) has to deal with people…it’s very heavily weighted.

K: Why is that?

B: There is a really big push to discover the humanity in humanity. Humanity can only be accomplished when the deep divide has been mended. Like, the more aware or intuitive individuals…they reach further into heaven…with their connections to spirits…energies…aliens (grins) instead of reaching deeper into the tangible connections with each other when the point of being a human is that deeper tangible connections with others creates the closer connections with spirit. There is still a sense of escapism with people who are connecting with their intuition and their awareness when the point of having these gifts is to dive into the gift that is humanity.

K: What does humanity mean to you, now? As part of the infinite?

B: The meaning of humanity to me is the same as I feel when I am spirit and the meaning of spirit. It’s a connection to everything that has a soul. If people could put aside the skin and bones of an individual and connect with the soul, as I do now, things would be a lot different. And the cycles that keep repeating with people are due to the fact that humanity is still not connecting at a soul level. They are still connecting at the skin and bones level. A soul level connection…human to human…is supposed to be like existing as spirit. It’s connecting just as I do to anyone on this plane of existence. That’s what the people, who insist on reaching further and further into heaven while not reaching deeper into humanity, are going to find themselves struggling with and it’s going to manifest as the repetitive nature of their relationships on earth. That’s why it weighs heavily right now. The push is for unity consciousness, but unity consciousness of humanity can only exist when connecting soul to soul and not ego to ego.

K: Earth…as they say…exists in duality. It’s difficult for me, personally, to understand unity consciousness…same/same when we live on the planet of free will and duality.

B: That’s a really big confusion for people. Unity consciousness doesn’t mean that people have to think the same or be the same…act the same…feel the same. Unity consciousness still respects the individual. It’s a more heart and soul based way of living. It’s more about using the intuitive…the feeling…the emotion to live but, at the same time, not allowing the emotion to have the final say. It’s important because of all the conflicting emotion on a planet like earth…people still feel the heavier stuff and when people continue to feel the heavier stuff, that’s when wisdom comes into play and that’s using the mind and the heart as that wisdom which is also a huge part of unity consciousness. Nine times out of ten, when ruled by sadness or anger or fear…those emotions are usually something that we are holding onto from someone else. Any sort of anger or sadness that we feel is mostly triggered by another’s action or inaction or someone else telling us how something “should” (finger quote) be and it brings about feelings of inadequacy that can have us reacting to something. When we act out of our own peace or our own joy…our own inner strength and our own happiness…that isn’t triggered from anything outside of us. That’s our own true calling. That’s our own highest selves being initiated to go forward and live from our souls. It’s very different. And that’s the cycles that are being tested in these “new energies” (finger quote) Are people going to react as they always have…keeping themselves separate and little or are people going to respond with a…bigger maturity level and with their own cultivated sense of strength, honor, love, respect…personal boundaries of what will assist them in their personal growth and evolution. That’s unity consciousness because if we have a humanity that only acts from the latter while maintaining their own individuality and uniqueness…there is a greater consciousness being grown and when one can find the heaven in their own humanity and the humanity of everyone around them, that’s when heaven is grounded into earth which is what everyone wants. It takes a lot from a person to constantly ignore life while reaching further and further into heaven and that sometimes feels like people are just spinning their wheels. It creates more insecurity and questions about whether or not what they feel or see from spirit is even real. When all of that is grounded, first, into the earth where they live and practiced from human to human, there aren’t so many questions about the energies they feel that they are so…addicted to trying to hold onto that are labeled “spirits” or “energies”. People need to start validating their own stuff. They need to start homing in on their own confidence about what they bring to earth as who they are just in their every day. If there is a constant doubt about their intuitive abilities with heaven, there will be constant doubt about their connections with other people.

K: So, it kind of goes hand in hand.

B: Yes. It does.

K: Don’t you feel like it’s natural for a person to doubt?

B: I do. It’s absolutely natural to doubt what someone is connecting with, both on a spiritual level and a personal…physical level. It’s very natural to question it. It’s important to. The thing that I’m seeing more and more is that people are questioning themselves out of what’s meant to be. I feel like…(brings a knee to her chest and rocks a bit) it’s such a waste.

K: How does a person not spiral in question and doubt?

B: I think it’s a good exercise to ask the question only once and ask the question without the head. The best way to do that is to write it down and then write down yes or no immediately when it comes to you. That’s called channeling. When someone channels an answer to a question, it’s the immediate. The intuitive never ever wavers or falters or has to think about it. Once a person receives a yes or a no, they close the journal and let it sit. Letting something sit doesn’t mean thinking about it over and over and over again because you’ve already got an answer. Letting something sit is allowing the humanity part to take over and the wisdom factor gets to create the smallest action toward that yes/no answer. What people have a tendency to do is to run with all these made-up scenarios…especially about another person. This is a great exercise to do with questions about someone in your life that feels very repetitive and journaling…if you try it…it’s not so much using your head. It’s actually writing from your heart.

K: Do you find people are getting so wrapped up in the outside world that they are forgetting themselves a bit and that’s why things are in this state of repeat…because there’s not enough…there’s not enough of a relationship being built with Self to get to know who you are, at the heart of things, before getting to know others?

B: (nods and smiles) Unity consciousness starts with Self first. How are you going to practice unifying a world when the Self…you, personally, feels so broken up and fragmented because you’re trying to be so many things to so many people that you’ve lost sight of who you really, really are as the person who walk around and connects with life? There is a lost…there are lots of friendships lost but I’m talking about the friendship between a person and their soul…their heart…the relationship they have with who they look at in the mirror every day. That relationship has to be healed first but very few people want to work on that relationship. They want the outside relationships to validate who they are on the inside and those aren’t the relationships that are being supported first. The primary revolving door relationship that is being supported first and foremost is you with yourself. It’s hard to do especially when people can’t even look themselves in the eye…in the mirror…and say, I love you. Those are the hardest words to say to yourself and to really mean them. Humanity isn’t built by people supporting others without first supporting themselves.

K: Wow. Yes. I have to agree with that. I think there are so many that are so burnt out because the focus has been trying to keep the peace with others or between others that they’ve forgotten about their own important needs…loving themselves first before showing that love to others.

B: Then any of that love that is shared with others is only a fraction of what it could be which is leaving humanity a little lacking in the unity…oneness quotient.

K: Got it. I really do.

B: (shrugs a little bit) I’d sort of like to help with that.

K: Totally. I feel that you do.

B: I’ve wanted to offer for a long time but the timing wasn’t always perfect or divine. (smiles)

K: Tell me about it.

B: The more a person focuses on their own…needs without it becoming a demand on others because of feelings of resentfulness or unfairness…the more a person focuses on validating their own talents, abilities, worthiness of connection…the stronger that will get because…honestly, it’s no one else’s business. Connections with heaven…the stars…different places and faces…is very very personal and whoever shares it with others…people who receive that gift…that shared knowledge…it’s a true gift but it’s not a requirement. Could you imagine a world where that stuff isn’t shared? I think a bit of magic would be lost. I think…color would appear very dull if spirit wasn’t shared with people. Anything in regards to spirit or heaven…shared with others…creates a sense of hope and magical possibility that can be built on. I think anything of this sort gives life to anything is possible.

K: Yeah, I agree. What about…like I hear all the time that there are people who will rub people the wrong way just even by being introduced. They are automatically not liked even if there are the nicest person in the world…people just don’t like them…the reason for that is that they vibe differently or they shine so bright that they make others uncomfortable because of what’s being illuminated within them that they just don’t want to deal with. Do you agree with that?

B: I do. Normal people…let’s take spirituality out of the equation for a second.

K: Okay.

B: Some people just can’t seem to make friends. They can be the nicest most giving people, but they don’t seem to make any friends.

K: Yes.

B: Because something in them makes others uncomfortable and that person who’s lonely…assumes that it’s because they said the wrong thing, or they don’t wear the right clothes, or they don’t have the same hair…

K: Sure.

B: But honestly, it’s because people aren’t used to unconditional love. I think that if someone has trouble connecting with others…not because of anything they are or are not doing…think of it like…people just aren’t used to being in the presence of so much love because they just can’t find that love for themselves, so they hide away from it. I wish people who have trouble connecting with others or making friends…I wish they wouldn’t take it so personally…even though it’s hard not to. I wish they could see that it’s not because of what they lack. It’s because of what they walk around with. Thousands of angels surrounding someone creates a lot of light, light that makes people uncomfortable. The connections will come when the person connects with who those thousands of angels are guiding them toward; toward the people that are meant for them. And it’s hard. It’s really hard. It can be a lonely existence for sure. I think the mindset can just shift more into…it has little to do with me and more to do with them.

K: It’s tough to make that switch because things are taken so personally or as a personal attack.

B: I know. And for the meaning of humanity to be felt…the defense needs to be dropped and to trust in a higher defense…that something bigger has your back and you are free to be your beautiful self…that needs to be used. Because then others will take notice and there will be more of a shared existence taking place instead of one that’s always on the defensive or being “triggered”. God, I hate that term. (chuckles and rolls her eyes)

K: It’s pretty overused. I have to agree.

B: I think it’s an excuse not to have to deal with what’s responding to being “triggered”. (finger quote)

K: Agreed.

B: Thank you, Kim. Thanks for visiting with me again.

K: Thanks for coming in.

B: You can…relax now.

K: Ha!

B: Trust in the truth. Trust in your truth.

K: For real, right?

B: Absolutely. See you soon.

K: Come back any time.

B: Thanks. I will.

#humanity #Oneness #spirituality #talking with ghosts #channeling #channeling spirit #new age #mediumship #psychic #intuition #automatic writing #message from spirit #mediumship readings #channeled messages #messages from heaven

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burnwater13 · 9 months

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Grogu had enjoyed being out on the water. The air was fresh. The view was amazing. He didn’t have to worry about getting seasick because his pram didn’t bob up and down with the waves. He wasn’t sure that the Mandalorian felt the same way though. It was hard to tell because his dad was wearing his helmet, but there were some subtle clues that Din Djarin might have been feeling things too much.

Whether he was or not was moot now. That ship and those people were gone. They hadn’t been honorable and that was a pretty fateful thing to be around Mandalorians of any type. Being that way around Mandalorians with a plan to retake Mandalore? You had better be good and do what you promise. Mandalorians with plans were pretty focused people who had the means, generally speaking, to get their way. Not the Way, but the way they wanted to implement their plan to get their planet back.

And Din Djarin hadn’t done most of the behavioral correction stuff. Nope. That had been the other three Mandalorians. Grogu was grateful for the help and all, but he could never look out at the oceans of Trask and just think that they were pretty again. Nope. They were just another place where bad people tried to trick good people and then found out that certain people were really good at dealing with bad people.

It made Grogu wonder who the Mandalorian people had to deal with that they developed their culture in such a peculiar way. One for all and all for one was a pretty neat way to behave, if you could do it, but that didn’t really seem like ‘The Way’ for the Mandalorians he had met.

They were more like, ‘follow me’, ‘no, follow me’, ‘no, I got here first’, blah, blah, blah. Can’t take your helmet off. Can take your helmet off. ‘You aren’t true Mandalorians’. 'No, you betrayed your people’. 'I don’t actually come from Mandalore’. ‘Well, neither did I, but I’m still more Mandalorian than you are’.

Grogu didn’t know, and frankly, didn’t care, who the ‘true’ Mandalorians were. He cared about one person, named Din Djarin, who described himself as a Mandalorian bounty hunter. That was enough for him. He didn’t need to watch a trivia competition on who knew more Mandalorian history. They would all lose. The Jedi had the complete, unabridged history of Mandalore and Mandalorian people tucked away in the library on Coruscant. As a Jedi youngling, he knew that much.

He tried to tell Din Djarin and Bo-Katan that they shouldn’t bother arguing about any of it. But they were still stuck into thinking that because they couldn’t understand him, he wasn’t saying anything they should try to understand. Maybe if they had spent a little more time trying to understand people who were different from them, they’d be able to work problems out in a different way, but they seemed pretty tied to their Creed which Grogu summed up as ‘do it like I told you to’.

It was kind of frustrating to deal with all that, but on the other hand, that loyalty and stubbornness had helped Grogu more than once and he wasn’t one to look a gift rathtar in the mouth (no one should do that, okay? No one). So, instead of asking the Mandalorians why they did what they did and why they rarely tried to use words to solve problems, Grogu just wondered if there was a planet he could visit with his dad that had an ocean and if they could just take a boat out and float on it and appreciate the vastness of the water, the waves, and the critters that called it home? He hoped that would be ‘the Way’ some day in the near future. And if they ever did do that, he’d remember to get Din Djarin something to prevent seasickness, so he wouldn’t spend so much of his time burping and being uncomfortable. That was not the Way.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

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