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relationship: friends, friend of one of his siblings, dating, fwb, be creative ✨
" what is the fuckin' matter with you right now, huh?? "
#[ this is vague on purpose build with me babes jhdlkjhdf ]#indie rp#open starter#starter:marcus#convo:marcus#c:witmwy#(( child of the angel || shadowhunter ))#[ or his mundane verse if you prefer ]
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Cruising Into Love
d.r.w. x f!reader
My first post on tumblr, but definitely not my first fic. Danny's cruise picture had this story pouring out of me, so I hope you all like it! I thought this first chapter would be longer than it is, but the next part of the story deserves its' own chapter.
Words: 3.2k
Summary: After 3 mundane months of working on a cruise ship, you're met with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.
Warnings: plenty of swooning, language and brief mentions of f masturbation.
You sigh as you zip up the back of your fitted black dress. Another night, another performance. You love being an entertainer, and sitting behind the keys is as close to home as you can get on this ship, but after 3 months of your 8 month stretch, it is starting to feel so redundant, and there are only so many songs that are approved to perform at the piano bar. The boss wasn’t too pleased with your medley of LL Cool J songs with an audience consisting of mainly 50-80 year olds. Tight ass.
“Just three more nights and you get a break,” you reassure yourself as you touch up your makeup in the pathetically tiny mirror that looks huge in this shoebox of a bathroom.
“Alright girl, I’m off,” you say to your slightly-less-than-pleasant bunk mate. It could be worse, but it would have been nice to bunk with someone who actually seemed to give even half a fuck about you. At least she wasn’t mean. Just…distant.
“Kay,” she replied with enthusiasm akin to a corpse, not bothering to look up from the sketch she was working on. You sighed again, feeling like you’ll never be able to chip away at that wall. You didn’t come here to make friends, but damn, a little human connection would be nice sometimes.
– – –
Your body shuddered as you threw back a shot of tequila at the bar. “Thanks, Chris,” you said to the bartender-one of the few people who will have an actual conversation with you. He winked before flicking his eyes over to a young, classically hot dude. Boyish features, blue eyes, sandy blonde hair…you get it, but definitely not your type.
“Down boy,” you say with a chuckle as you wink back at him.
Settling down at the keys, the audience gives you a small applause as the chatting dies down.
“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” you ask the small crowd, mustering up as much enthusiasm as you can. You get a small cheer, and a few whoops from the more inebriated folks. “You mind if I play a few songs for you?” A louder cheer encourages you as your hands start to dance across the ivory keys.
Ooh you can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl
Watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
The crowd sings along with you-definitely one of the more tone-deaf groups you’ve played for, but at least they seem to be having fun. Dancing Queen is always a good opener, and one of your favorites, so you prefer to start the shows this way.
The crowd cheers as you segue into your next number. People are getting tipsier with each song, and you have to admit, it is pretty entertaining. Drunk crowds are typically great audiences unless they get belligerent.
“Alright, it’s been a blast playing for you all tonight,” you say as you start the intro to your final song.
I needed the shelter of someone’s arms
And there you were
I needed someone to understand my ups and downs
And there you were
WIth sweet love and devotion–
Holy shit. Who is that guy? A tall, dark, and handsome man emerged into your view after an elderly couple left the table in front of his. You miss a note and snap back into focus through the chorus. What the hell? Why is some random-admittedly gorgeous-dude throwing you off? That’s new. You make it through the second verse, but after that it’s impossible to not steal another glance. Your knees get a little shaky as you drink him in, thankfully keeping your shit together in your performance. You watch him sing along as he drums his fingers on the little bistro table. You realize you glanced a little too long once he smirks at you, locking eyes. You blush red and avoid the entire corner of the room where he is sitting for the rest of the song. Oh God, how embarrassing.
The crowd cheers as the song ends and you take a bow before immediately walking back over to the bar…which, unfortunately, is far too near the gorgeous man in the corner.
“One more tequila, please, Chris,” you say anxiously as he chuckles.
“Little flustered there, aren’t you? Wouldn’t have anything to do with that yummy Greek statue of a man there in the corner would it?”
“Shut up, Chris,” you whisper, your face turning redder by the second.
“Mmhmm, okay. Whatever you say,” he says with a smirk before walking to the other end of the bar serving the influx of post-performance guests.
Walking out of the room, you make it maybe ten feet before realizing you left your phone behind the bar.
“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, debating on walking back now or waiting until the crowd clears in hopes of avoiding the gorgeous creature who made you pathetically weak in the knees.
“Oh, come on, he is just a man. Get the fuck over it,” you mutter again, rolling your eyes at yourself. You turn around and make it one step before slamming straight into someone.
“I’m so sorry!” you both say in unison as large, warm hands wrap around your shoulders, steadying you. Of-fucking-course.
“Oh, no worries!” the insanely beautiful man replies, dropping his hands from your shoulders. The summer breeze feels colder than it had before as your whole body flushes.
“Oh-um-yeah, okay,” you sputter out with a nervous smile. Good God, get your shit together.
He chuckles, “Your performance was great. We loved it,” he says warmly as a beautiful, tall, brunette woman walks up next to him. Of course. There’s no way this man could be single. It only makes sense that he would have one of the most staggeringly gorgeous women on his arm.
“Yes, it was lovely!” she chimes in, hooking her arm through his as she reaches out a hand to shake yours.
“Oh, thank you!” trying to stay as cool as possible and not show your disappointment, you shake her hand and flash a smile.
“I’m Josie, and this is my brother, Danny,” she introduces.
Oh. Brother. He’s her brother. The relief you feel is embarrassing and you hope it doesn’t show on your face. You sense it does, based on the tiny smirk Josie is clearly trying to hold back.
“Nice to run into you,” Danny says with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to shake yours as well. He holds your gaze for just a moment longer than you expected. Just long enough for your breath to catch as you get lost in his dark hazel eyes…flecks of gold, brown, and green-the warmest eyes you’ve ever seen. He flashes a bright white smile that makes your chest tighten.
“Yeah, uh, you too,” you reply with a nervous giggle, your voice barely shaky. Oh my God, you are so fucking embarrassing.
“Come on, Dan. We’re late meeting mom and dad,” Josie says, leading Danny down the hallway. “Nice meeting you!”
“Yeah, you too!” You stay glued in place for a moment, watching them walk away. Damn, the back looks just as good as the front. Danny turns around at that moment, catching you staring. He smirks and winks before turning back around, disappearing as they turn a corner.
“Real smooth, you idiot,” you sigh, tossing your head back before walking back into the bar.
– – –
You got almost no sleep that night, and it infuriated you. Losing sleep over a man you barely met. Get a grip…but, those eyes-such a warm hue, long lashes, smooth, tan skin, he had a little dusting of freckles on his cheeks and angular, almost avian, nose. His features were masculine and sharp, with a jaw that could probably cut glass, but his kind eyes and heart-melting smile made him seem so…soft. You could tell he was a man who wasn’t afraid to do some grooming and pampering. With skin like that and shiny, dark brown, perfect ringlets of hair long enough to barely brush his shoulders…yeah, he put some effort into his appearance. His demeanor didn’t seem cocky or vain, though. Confident, sure, but not full of himself. Ugh, and then that body.
“Oh, come on,” you say exasperatedly to yourself as you roll over for what was probably the 20th time, trying to relax. “You’re not 13 years old. For God’s sake, you are 25. Act like it.”
You take a deep breath and relax one muscle at a time, feeling the gentle rocking of the ship lulling you to sleep. You start to drift off and the image of Danny turning around to wink at you jolts you awake again.
“What the hell? May as well just stop fighting it,” you say defeatedly, letting your mind drift off to Danny with no resistance. You close your eyes again as you try to remember every detail. His sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, slender hips and legs, but you could definitely see the muscle definition under those tight black jeans. You let out a little giggle as you remember the cheesy little shark tooth necklace dangling on his collarbone, just above a small patch of black hair dusted on his sternum. His short-sleeved top was unbuttoned just below his pecs, leaving the rest of his torso up to your imagination. You find yourself imagining how it would feel to run your hands over his warm, undoubtedly hard, stomach before smoothing them around to his back, running up to his sturdy, broad shoulders. You know what would help you sleep, but even alone in your bunk, you’re embarrassed that seeing this man for a few moments would cause you to slip your hand into your shorts. You wonder if you had met him earlier in the day it would have given you time to shake it off. Maybe take a run around the 7th floor track that wraps around the ship on the deck. But for now, you need sleep, so you do what needs to be done. Thank God your bunkmate is working the overnight shift. It only takes a few minutes before you finish with a soft sigh, drifting off to sleep seconds later.
– – –
Hard as you tried, you can’t help but feel a slight pang of disappointment when Danny doesn’t show up at the next night’s performance, and you feel pathetic for that. This is a huge ship. It’s impossible to do even half of the activities offered, so why would he come to the same show twice? To see you? Come on, girl. Get real. The self-loathing is bubbling up inside you as you attempt to exhaust yourself by running seven miles. Does it work? Absolutely not. You’ve never felt so electric and energized. Any other time you would have been grateful, but not now. Not when, despite your exhaustive efforts, you still find yourself relieving that ache in your core before drifting off to sleep.
Rolling out of bed the next morning, you feel a bit better. The exhaustion from your run the day before caught up to you, and your legs feel like they are on fire. Thank God. Despite the pain, you brush your teeth, throw your hair in a bun, and slip on a tank top, shorts and running shoes, making your way to the 7th floor. Maybe after today’s run you won’t even think about him when you fall into bed tonight.
A small smile forms on your face as you close your eyes, feeling the sea breeze enveloping you as you step through the double glass doors onto the deck. Most people you know prefer to run out on forest trails, feeling the crunch of leaves and soft dirt under their feet, seeing the sun filter through quaking aspens, hearing songs from morning birds harmonizing together. You love it too, but the power and energy that the ocean offers can’t be beat. You start off with a slow jog, warming up your aching muscles, before finding your stride. You feel as if the ocean is running alongside you, the waves matching your pace. You finally start to feel like you’ve found your footing again-literally and figuratively. After your first lap you see a few more people making their way onto the deck. Most come out for a nice walk, just enjoying the view they don’t get to see often. You see a sweet old couple, moseying along hand-in-hand. Just walking silently. Comfortably together. This is a common sight around here, but you feel a bittersweet sort of heartache for just a moment before someone whizzes right past you.
Long legs, narrow hips, mess of dark chocolate curls tickling those broad, tanned shoulders with each step, the navy blue muscle tee giving you a much better view of those shoulders as they flex and move in tandem with his strong, lean legs. Legs that he clearly enjoys showing off based on the yellow shortie-shorts he’s sporting. You increase your pace with a surge of adrenaline, but also so you can get as close as you can to the view. As he reaches the curve of the track at the front of the ship, he looks over his shoulder at you, grinning before picking up his pace. Is he…challenging you? Oh, it is so on. You weren’t an all-state track star for nothing. You grin and take a deep breath, pushing yourself faster, the excitement dulling the burning pain in your thighs. Danny hears you round the corner as you catch up to him, chuckling through his steady, heavy breaths. You’re not letting those long, sculpted legs have an advantage over you. Ignoring the burn in your chest, you surge forward faster, eventually passing him. Looking over your shoulder you catch him staring at your ass. He quickly looks away and out at the ocean. If you weren’t puffing and panting so hard, you’d probably giggle, but it’s all you can do to stay focused and not let him catch up to you. You both run another lap, taking turns being in the lead before you both give up and just run at a steady pace next to one another.
“Okay, I give up,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re good! How long were you running before I came out?” You couldn’t help but shiver slightly hearing the deep timbre of his voice between his panting breaths.
“Oh, just barely over a lap,” you reply, doing your best to not sound like you’re dying, and failing miserably.
“Safe to say this is something you do often?” He runs the back of his hand down his neck, wiping off a bead of sweat that rolled from his chin down over his prominent Adam’s apple.
Taking a big gulp of air that had nothing to do with your exhaustive run, you wipe sweat from your brow and try not to stare at his neck and shoulders glistening in the sunlight. “No, this is my first time,” you say as seriously as you can manage.
“Are you joking?!” he asks incredulously.
A laugh bubbles up at the sight of his adorably confused and surprised expression. “Absolutely. I’ve been running basically my whole life.” Your breathing is finally starting to slow along with his, the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders still exaggerated, but not as fast.
“Oh, thank God,” he replied, flashing that bright smile, your breathing picking up again ever so slightly.
“Bit competitive, huh?” You walk over and grab a couple of towels and water bottles from the recently restocked shelf.
He chuckles, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You hand him a towel and bottle and he immediately chugs half of the water, a tiny bit of it running down his chin, the small stream of cool liquid mixing with the sweat on his neck, traveling down his protruding Adam’s apple again. “Thank you,” he says, wiping his brow with the slightly scratchy fabric of the generic beach towel.
“Oh, yeah..uh, you’re welcome,” you awkwardly sputter, yet again embarrassed by the reaction this man is getting from you for basically just existing.
He drops his head, clearly trying to be a gentleman and hide his knowing smirk. After a brief awkward moment he looks out at the water. “Bet this never gets old, does it-getting to run with the waves every day?”
“Never,” you reply, with a contented sigh. “The ocean is the best running buddy I’ve ever had, no offense,” you giggle.
He chuckles back at you, “None taken. I totally understand. I wish I could do this every day.”
You both saunter over to the railing and lazily lean over the smooth, wooden bar.
“Well, they’re basically always hiring here. Want a job?” you ask with a chuckle.
“Don’t tempt me,” he replies, his large hands gripping the rail as he leans back slightly, enjoying the breeze. His damp curls already drying from the salty air.
“This sea breeze is really the only thing that could do any tempting. Cruise life behind the scenes isn’t very glamorous. I’m sure whatever you’re doing now is better than this.”
“Maybe so. Depends on the day.”
“So, what do you do?” you ask, turning around to lean your back against the railing as you take another sip of water.
“Danny! I thought you said you were going to wait for me?” Josie bursts through the glass doors, looking irritated. “Oh hi!” she says, flashing a bright smile-very similar to her brother’s-at you. “It’s good to see you again. You want to join us on our jog?”
Josie is so bubbly and bright. She has that magnetic energy that people are just naturally drawn to. Matched with her staggering beauty (that clearly runs in the family), you imagine that there are plenty of unsuspecting people out there who have been left in a haze by her presence. You find yourself just a bit jealous of whatever genes run in that family.
“Oh, thank you for asking, but I actually just finished up here. I don’t think I have another lap left in me,” you chuckle, finishing off what’s left of your water. “Not after kicking this guy’s butt,” you giggle nodding your head in Danny’s direction.
“Excuse me?” he retorts, “I do believe that it was a tie,” he laughs. My God, he has the most adorable laugh you’ve ever heard-kinda dorky, actually, and you are so glad this Greecian god has been humanized a bit, even if it did make your heart ache more for him.
“I believe you,” Josie loudly whispered to you with a wink, “and thank you for tiring him out a bit. Now I can outrun him,” she laughed before bolting down the track.
“Oh come on, sis! That’s not fair!” he called out, running after her. After a few strides he slowed down and turned around, running backward, “It was good to see you again!”
You watched him run down the track, frozen in place again, until he turned the corner.
“Guess I’ll be losing more sleep tonight,” you mutter with a sigh before walking inside to take an ice cold shower.
LOTS more Danny in the next chapter, I promise. I'm a slow-burner.
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#danny wagner#daniel wagner#danny wagner gvf#daniel wagner gvf#danny wagner fic#danny gvf#greta van fleet#greta van fic#greta van fleet fic#Spotify
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Hi Amy! How are you doing today? I've decided to permanently settle in your asks. This is my home now and I'm moving all my stuff in 😂 I have some thoughts. I work in IT and I get called for the most mundane things. Printer issues, software issues, email issues and it got me thinking. Who is the most to least computer literate in the Naruto verse?
I'm pretty sure there's computers in Naruto and I'm 100% sure that Itachi wouldn't know a thing about using one. But I'm stuck and I can't think of anyone else.
Hey!! I had a very productive day today, although I had to watch a really sad documentary for uni, so a mixed bag! And if you're moving in to my inbox then I guess I should apologise about the clutter 😅
Shino is god tier at computers. @omeganronpa made the connection of real bugs as an equivalent to computer bugs, so Shino is a hacker now.
You're right that Itachi is terrible, full old person mode engaged, just squinting at the screen, distressed as he tries to find his email.
Shisui on the other hand, is really good at computers. Sasuke is good but he will normally choose an alternative to computers if there is one.
Kiba is passable, but he also prefers non-computer methods when possible. He's a child of the wild at heart.
Gaara is delighted by computers, but bad at anything past what he needs to do for Kazekage duties.
Ino loves computers, but she doesn't know much about hardware like Shino, but she surfs the internet like no one's business.
Kakashi starts getting super into computers when he finds out that fanfiction exists, and then he learns about computers really fast from there.
Iruka can make a spreadsheet like a champ and browse the internet to his heart's content. Does have a tendency to spill coffee/tea on his electronics though.
That's all I've got for now haha. This was surprisingly hard XD
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hello!! i hope you're doing well^^ i wanted to ask about prayers in general. Of course if you're okay sharing! do you prefer writing your own prayers or do you use pre-made ones? or do you just talk casually instead of saying properly structured verses? i'm in a bit of a bind i want to start "properly praying" but i grew up christian and i'm not sure how to go about it. all this time i've been casually but politely thanking my deities. that's all^ thank you for your time <3
Hi, thanks for asking!
I want to say that I’m praying all the time, some of those prayers manifest in writing, others in songs or pieces of art, but they all begin as a thought in my mind that grows into something more.
Usually they start as a mundane observation or admiration. I’ll see a rose and think of Lucifer, and then I’ll think of how beautiful they are and how much I appreciate them, I’ll praise Lucifer for the beauty he invites into the world. Sometimes that’s all it is. Sometimes a nod of recognition, just saying your deities’ name(s), is a prayer in itself. I see my partner and think “Oh, Holy Aphrodite! How lucky I am to be in the presence of such beautiful things!”
When we start to recognize the material world as the manifestations of our Gods, it becomes a lot easier to become lost in our admiration of it- and soon you’ll begin to do it naturally.
(In this case, I’m thanking Aphrodite for giving me such a beautiful partner ykwim)
When those thoughts overcome me enough they may manifest as a chant or spoken prayer. I personally construct my prayers as poems, akin to love poems. Sometimes I write them down if I want to remember them later to say during ritual, but most of the time it’s something I say and let go of. Sometimes I write them down and burn them. Depends on the vibe.
A major reason why I created this tumblr page was to share and document my prayers and rituals :)
Generally, I think the method of prayer that is most beneficial to a practitioner is the one that comes to them most naturally. Especially as a neurodivergent person, sometimes just humming a melody or tapping a beat with your fingers, doing a dance or clicking your tongue is a good and valid prayer in and of itself .
If you worship a joyous God, pray joyfully! If your God is wrathful and powerful then scream your prayers with passion! If your God is quiet and mysterious, then whisper your prayers into the wind!
These are thoughts specially dedicated to your deities. If you intend it to be a prayer, it is one!
#magick#witchcraft#occultism#pagan#demonology#paganism#witch community#witch aesthetic#witchblr#grimoire#deity witchcraft#deity work
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Your last petal verse hit hard because the second you mentioned where they are my mind was in an overload of "oh no an openly queer couple i know it's just fanfic so nothing is gonna get brought up and that's fine but i can't stop thinking it" and then you DID bring it up and Magnus was protecting Alec and :((((((((( as someone from a place not there yet with queer rights i really wish i had a magnus 😭 that's all to say it was great as always just with an extra oomph
ah thank you so much!
yeah i kind of struggled because i had to research singapore's laws after i researched the botanical garden and i found out that while some of their laws are progressive, sodomy is still illegal there (and ofc america is trying to make it illegal again too) which just, the garden is beautiful and i wanted to use it and i didn't want to not use it just because of homophobia. but also i wanted to mention magnus' thoughts because i hate having to check before holding @saeths hand in public
and like life really sucks and i prefer to focus on the magical realism for a reason but also with the way the world is right now, it didn't feel right not mentioning it. especially because magnus is warlock/queer/poc and he's been having to protect himself all his life, so of course he wants to protect alec from what he already knows could happen. magnus is aware of the mundane world and hatred in a way alec will never understand no matter how long he lives. because he didn't live through what magnus did and magnus doesn't want him to either.
alec isn't prepared for mundane homophobia btw. he'd react very negatively and not in an 'they made me feel bad about myself' but in a 'oops magnus i squished a couple of them what do i do?' kind of way.
alecs first response is always fight, except when it comes to magnus.
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Opposite AU ( show verse ) where Alicent is taking care of flea bottom while Viserys is sick as fuck, then she sees how fucked up this land is and is like. ' how long can i fix this shit? ' and she does.
She hires people to clean flea bottom up, then she also hires people to check poultry, to see if it was rotten before serving it to the consumer, yadda yadda, she was dry cleaning Flea bottom.
And after all of that, the amount of sickness that was in flea bottom lessens. ( The problem is, that there's more paperwork, and she is in agony ). She also wants to kill Rhaenyra in her kid here.
So mean Alicent, who really wants to kill Rhaenyra in her sleep, she also has Aegon!
Sweet Aegon who knows how to bake, paint and is too kind to other people, he gives and gives until his arms are bare and he still somehow finds a way to keep giving.
So imagine Alicent is chewing someone out, like giving them the full smack talk, saying ' how are you this incompetent ', then suddenly Aegon comes in with a drawing on hand, then suddenly is like. ' mommy, do you want to see this drawing of us? '
And Alicent is like, ' later sweetie' but Aegon hands it in anyways and Alicent is like ' aww, sweetie is this us? Thank you! ' in the most sugary, mother voice you could hear and she kisses Aegon on the head and bids him farewell as he runs off with a smile.
Then she has Helaena! Helaena is a bit adventurous ( in Alicent's words ) always going out and doing something weird. Like that one time, she checked the floorboards of Red keep too many times to count, then, she always looked at green banners and red banners.
Helaena also never wore skirts, often preferring pants, and unlike Aegon, she loves to sword train.
Alicent saw this and just pulled Aegon out of sword training and let helaena take his place. ( Her and Aegon were switching anyways, since they look so much alike, no one has noticed Helaena has been taking Aegon's class )
Helaena seems to like being with either Aegon or Alicent more than not. So Alicenr takes Helaena whenever she doesn't have any meetings ( she just doesn't want her baby girl to see her shout at fools ) and Aegon takes Helaena whenever hes not doing charity work (Helaena's still not allowed outside of red keep )
So then suddenly, they have Aemond. Which is a surprise! By the council and the family ( not to helaena though )
By this point, Flea bottom is clean atleast, they are fixing up taxing, prices and availability of more jobs, Orphanages and Education.
Then, Aemond comes in to the picture. He hates books, hates sword training, hates history, hates Dragons and more. They are confused what sets him off from these things but don't try to force him.
Instead, Aemond loves planting, bats ( which is weird ), the Axe, and he dislikes their mother a bit. While this breaks Alicent's heart, she does try to make it better a bit, but it seems like Aemond really detest her presence.
Aemond has a really weird sister who would check his eye whenever it was closed, and a really weird brother who is trying to play this weird pouch instrument in his face, Aemond is utter displeased by the horrid sound the pouch instrument makes.
These people are annoying and keeps hogging his personal space, like the gods, you live like this? Calm down!
A few years down the line: then, Daeron is born that they are in utter shock..
"mom can still do that? " Helaena whispers
"dad is still alive!? " Aemond shouted.
" apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur. " Aegon sings.
Daeron, for the lack of better words. Is a coward. He hides from things as mundane as sunlight, cries when some he doesn't know touches him, cries when Alicent does as much as glare at him, and also cries when Aegon tries to play the pouch instrument.
" see, majority wins, you can now stop playing that monstrosity " Aemond.
" what!, Well, helaena likes my playing, right Helaena? " Aegon.
"you see, I don't have any ears so I don't hear this argument. Bye bye. " Helaena.
"bwah, bwah. " Daeron.
#heleana targaryen#alicent hightower#aegon targaryen#aemond targaryen#daeron targaryen#the greens#team green#HOTD#the green family
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Fic writer asks: 3, 9, 24 <3
Thanks for asking, lovely <3
What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?
While I don't do it every time, I rather prefer writing short and dense - lots of flowy sentences that pack a punch, are almost mini poems in themselves, so that while each individual fic doesn't say much on a literal level, there's a lot under the surface that went unsaid, a lot to unpack on reread, etc.
What fic meant the most to you to write?
While I wouldn't say it's my most impressive work ever, That's What the Promise Is For definitely meant a lot to me to write. The whole theme of this series - as the title attests - is an allusion to God's promise to his people, "I will restore the years the locusts have eaten." Like a lot of people who spent their teen and young adult years depressed and suicidal, I really latched onto that verse in a hope-as-a-weapon sense, a reminder that no matter what I lost in those years, God has so much for me now, a life of meaning and joy in him and so many things to celebrate. Which is something that means a lot to me in the context of Lucy and Lockwood's relationship, too, two people who were carrying the weight of the world far too young, and fought their way out of the darkness together and get to experience the joys of a life lived in the light. I tried to distill all that to a single metaphor that Stroud already gave us - the necklace - and look at it from the angle of a peaceful, mundane existence that is no less meaningful for being quieter than what these characters are used to.
What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
I think sometimes I was surprised by how pieces of comprehension would slot into place, like I spend a LOT of time really sitting with canon when I'm working on a fic and sometimes I'll have an "aha" moment and suddenly everything makes sense on a level I didn't get previously. I definitely had that experience a good bit as I tried very hard to understand Holly's side of the conflict (and Holly as a person, in general) for the final chapter of Living With the Ghost of You. I don't know how much that really changed things, though. The surprises that resulted in more changes that I can think of are related to WIPs, and hard to explain before posting them. Oh, I keep forgetting I actually posted multiple chapters of A Shifting Cadence this year, not just the last one - Peter Jakes and his insistence on reappearing in Oxford caught me by surprise, but that was such a fun chapter to write, getting so much of the old Cowley gang together for the holidays, and turned out to be much easier than the snapshots-of-time-passing chapter I had planned to write.
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Character Survey
basics.
name: Henry James (Swann) Turner (and I'm not sure he'd have much reason to give it this way but if you were to throw a 'Sparrow' in there he would not object)
nicname/s: I have yet to encounter any, actually. His name doesn't really lend to it? and I don't think anyone has chosen anything that isn't one of his given names, yet? If they have I forgot it I'm so sorry.
age: mid-twenties vibes these days, 23-25 thereabout
species: Human (...son of a psychopomp, which sometimes seems like a Something, but also not really? Blurry. Human and mundane and normal in all the ways you need to worry about.)
personal.
morality: lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true
religion: No formal adherence to any structures, and he's not much of a praying type either. He's got some superstitions and general beliefs, they just... don't necessarily steer him into thinking any of the things that exist are things he would give sway of his choices to.
sins: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath
virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice
known languages: English, Mandarin & Malay, Shipwreck's Pidgin, Latin (or some bastard form of it, at least), Greek, many many many partials via a mixture of exposure, study, and educated guesses based on the languages he has a firm grip on. Loves loves loves languages. Descendants verse has a sign language he's getting good at. Modern verses,,, I don't know if he knows any sign languages but he'd be excited to learn if he doesn't!
secrets:
physical.
build: scrawny / bony / slender / fit /athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average
height: 6'0" (1.83m)
scars / birthmarks: So many. Most tend to be covered, except the ones on his face and neck and hands. And the one on his face is fairly faint. I have not moved the scar chart to this blog yet (and I've been thinking of redoing it) but it is viewable [here.] [And also here for the D:BH verse, which is different, but it definitely needs updating.] I think there's also a Descendants verse one but I've lost it. It's around somewhere.
abilities / powers: Disarming puppy dog energy. (That's a joke it's not a real superpower or anything but it is true he's got a knack for being just. very earnest in a way that encourages people around him to put down their guard (or at least let him, specifically, through it.) This is not an intentional effort on his part. Like I mean sure he wants to be trustworthy but I mean he's not purposefully trying to trip or trick or manipulate people into liking him he just. Is how he is and it's very open, and it tends to endear people. (Or drive them crazy, or both s;ldkfjg;dlkfgj.))
restrictions: Hates feeling trapped or cornered into things and will bite and claw and kick about it; not a huge fan of enclosed spaces for this reason (it looks like claustrophobia sometimes and it's technically true he doesn't enjoy little bity tiny spaces, but it's less about them being small than it is about the enclosed/trapped feeling.) "How is this a restriction" it makes commitments something of a challenge and also literally being trapped or tied down, etc., can cause legitimate panic if he can't see a way out of it.
favorites.
food: Curry! He's not especially picky about what kind, he's always interested in a curry. Also most fruit! But specifically a big fan of mango and lychee.
drink: Spiced tea. (Like, true teas blended with spices, not teas mostly made of spices, but that second thing is cool too.)
pizza topping: I sincerely doubt he's picky at all in any way about pizza.
color: He's got a lean for jewel tones and earth tones, especially blues and greens, a measure of gold, and the occasional red or burgundy.
music genre: He's not crazy into music but generally prefers simple vibes, vocal pieces and acoustic guitar and memorable verses, stuff you can hum and carry around in your head.
book genre: Myth stuff for sure. I think even before he became obsessed with the Trident he was just into stories and legends as a kid, the kind of stuff that makes the world seem mysterious and magical, and he just. Never outgrew it. He's got a liiiiittle bit of a history lean, but more for sociology-esque things than like, foreign policy and infrastructure and war facts. The things that unite people, rather than push them apart.
movie genre: Modern Henry is a tv/movie hater sry (he gets bored with it really easily.)
curse word: Despite what people say of sailors he really doesn't tend to swear very much? Typically only if he's very frustrated, which usually ends up aimed at an inanimate object, which usually means he's saying something along the lines of "this BLOODY (thing)" which is fairly mild all things considered. He's definitely dropped a few 'damn [it]'s and the occasional "for fucks sake". Arse is probably part of his lexicon but I feel stupid/wrong when I try to use it lmfao
scents: Fresh outdoor air, especially coastal. Florals are nice! (Plumeria & hibiscus & orchids & irises) Brewing tea. Book smell is a good smell. He doesn't know this is what it is but cocoa butter.
fun stuff.
songs: [There's a a whole playlist for this] but big ones include: Wild I Am by Vocal Few , Eulogy by Charlie Allen , Seven by Sleeping at Last, Rubik's Cube by Athlete, Give It Up by Cody Fry, Here I Am by Brian Adams. [There's also actually a second playlist for this.] ...[And this one too.] ;dkjg;ldkfjg;kj (There's reasons for them to be on separate playsts it's just. very hard for me to articulate why.) [This is the angsty one] though that's pretty straightforward.
aesthetic: patches of sunlight and coastal winds and waist high grass waving in the wind and lanterns and lamplight and tropical flowers and the heights of a ship's rigging and adventure through uncharted places and books and sketches and maps and shells and walls papered with thoughts and trinkets and hammocks and humming and cliffsides and dancing and stories by the fire and port wine and rum and spiced tea and warm sturdy hugs and light linen shirts dried in the sun and flushed sunkissed skin and. more but my brain stopped working and this is already quite a list. you get it though you get the energy,,
sings in the shower: Hmmmm I feel it's unlikely but humming is possible?
likes puns: ..Neutral about them? (Hetty thinks they're funny though she likes to harass him with puns sometimes.)
#every family has a myth for the young to inherit ( dash game. )#there's a light that never goes out ( hc. )#yoink#i had a vague sense of deja vu the whole time but i know for a fact it wasn't on this blog so i did it anyway it was fun#also additional fun fact that's not even all of my potc related playlists :)
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May I request something on dragons? -V
Between the written lines of legends, a harrowed man walked.
He'd been many things before- wayfarer, narrator, even a king in the lands where the stars wore thin -but this time, he was searching for something small. A singular phrase slipped into a paragraph, perhaps, or an allusion to a greater event in the stanzas of a hymn.
Pixl A. Riffs was looking for dragons.
In the universes where he walked alone, he seldom ventured to the End to complete the task that wrapped up the loose ends that comprised the universe's canon, preferring the hard truths and easier lies of the other two realms.
But when he did, more likely in the presence of others, they knew him as the man who tamed dragons.
Tonight, huddled up against an electric lamp for warmth, he was searching the reams of words at his fingertips for evidence of those nicknames.
He had lived those events, of course. Breathed them, died in some of them, gotten their black blood on his hands and shoulders and all over his blade until he was practically swimming in the residue of a very old thing.
(He wasn't proud of it, of course. But it had to be done.)
What wasn't important, to him at least, was the death. Death is eternal and mundane. It's everywhere. It did not gain him his title.
The thing that did was the rebirth.
Picture now, if you will, a man placing hair's-trigger crystals with the utmost caution on the leylines of the four cardinal directions in the middle of that unbreakable pillar that anchors the worlds. He steps back and watches them construct bones and skin and teeth, muscle and membrane, all in midair.
And the Dragon is reborn.
This time, it is wary, not immediately turned to aggression. It has only known violence. It's all it ever was raised to expect, from what the universe whispered in its ear during its conception.
But Pixl does not fight it. Instead, he walks up to it slowly, avoiding the great snapping maw, and instead of scarring its face with a sword, he reaches up and gently pats it instead.
Kindness where there could be aggression.
(The difference lies in the choice, of course. Pix knows this.)
Ah, there it is. Lines of verse. Not easily translatable, but what can be salvaged is this:
the dragon days, they come again / hands of heart and hearts of men
to slay the mighty is their fate / but some choose kindness o'er hate
He sighed and turned off the lamp. It was 3am. A good day's work, and hours of searching for this one little snippet, but he desperately needed sleep.
Ah, well. There was always tomorrow, wasn't there?
#blurry tag#answered#mcyt#empires smp#writing#it's 3:21 AM so i sort of finished this in a hurry lol but here's your ficlet!#pixlriffs
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@frysse requested plots, please, for henri, or rapunzel, or any other muse that might tickle your fancy !
henri & elsa. the man, the myth, the murderer himself, good god. henri’s default interaction is always one of pursuit — six wives down looking for lucky number seven, & so audaciously arrogant about it that he has no problem pressing his suit on those wildly out of his league, & depending on at which point in elsa’s timeline you prefer to write, he could very easily fit in there on the edge of arendelle, hans But Worse, intent on pursuing elsa & / or anna for his own gratification & causing friction there ? for all that he thinks he’s suave, he’s far from subtle, & it wouldn’t be hard to glean his intentions. but then there’s also the fact that, even though it’s usually under - explored as a result of focusing on The Horrors that are part & parcel of his tale, since getting his hands on his bloody key, henri has had a deep fascination with magic, what it can do, how it can be of service to him, who & what it can bind to him, & he has pockets deep enough to take him all over the world as he chases it, & knowledge of it — rumours of a queen of ice, a spirit made flesh, & the woods she walks would intrigue him like nothing else, honestly ! he’s not a nice person to deal with in a lot of his verses, despite the superficial charm, so his dynamic with elsa would probably be on the antagonistic spectrum, but if it’s something you’re up for, then so am i !
rapunzel & elsa. oh isolated youth buddies hello <3 i’m very interested in the contrast between them, to be honest, elsa incorporeal against rapunzel who is desperate to be grounded, but also the similarity in hearing that call from something beyond, though rapunzel’s is much more mundane compared to the spirits who called elsa ! rapunzel is a little um. emotionally volatile, or unstable, honestly, choose your own adjective about it, as a result of her odd upbringing, but she wasn’t always a prisoner in the tower, just as elsa wasn’t always kept locked away ( something something about how it was quote unquote for their own good, & how tremendously that backfired, actually. ) but ! the potential is there for them to have crossed paths briefly as children, to meet again as adults once rapunzel has escaped / been pushed out of the tower, circumstances depending ? or, if following the thread of the latter, where she’s left to wander the world with little instruction on how to make her own way, they could cross paths, & spin off from there ? while i don’t have a tangled – based verse for her, so no sundrop & associated powers from that, i’m always down for making new verses in the service of plotting, & considering her mother was a witch who explicitly used her magic on her with regard to her hair, god alone only knows what other effects that could have had on her, & what powers it could have granted her. two magical girls, alone in the woods ? always a good time, as far as i’m concerned !
signy & elsa. while i’m not sure if you have a grishaverse … well, verse, for elsa, signy’s an easy one to pull out of that setting & place anywhere else, because when you boil it down to basics, she’s a silver – tailed mermaid with a powerful singing voice, the magic in which can be used to summon storms, bring varying objects into existence, hypnotize others, &, during certain rituals, turn them temporarily into humans. a little summary quickly here just because her bio has still to go up, but signy spent a bit of time on land in her youth which went … disastrously, resulting in her becoming queen of the sildroher at the expense of her best friend’s body, voice, & goodness, & as an adult, it’s heavily implied she ends up becoming the mother to the grishaverse version of the little mermaid, with the friend she left for dead becoming the sea witch who sends her to her doom, but her timeline is flexible, so ! even on land, the sildroher are pretty powerful, & given that neither she nor elsa are fully human, while i don’t know it’s right to say they would bond over looking human – but – a – little – to – the – left, there’s a natural fascination in signy about people who walk on land, & elsa having one foot on it & one foot elsewhere would absolutely captivate her for sure ! & once signy becomes queen beneath the waves, & her kids start doing stupid shit like making bargains with a sea witch she had an intensely homoerotic relationship with as a teenager … well, her husband’s a prick, to put it nicely, so i can see her either reaching out to any spirits she can get in contact with on land to ask for help with them, or even carving herself a set of legs once more to pursue them, & potentially looking to ally with elsa as a result of that !
( & while i’m sticking to three just for the nature of the prompt, i’m also pushing forward elody & gerard of greenleigh for interactions, in the vein of the pair of them being another set of muses who have, essentially, lived past the end of their myths, & luna, the buried moon, who is shaking elsa’s hand regarding being a spirit / of another world, but who was forced into a corporeal / human form, & struggled to deal with it ! )
#frysse#◆ ― ask meme. ooc.#ty for sending this in lovely !! <3#your take on elsa is fantastic so if any of these tickle your fancy i'd be so down to plot through them a little more !!#& if they don't hit i'm always happy to explore other plots with different muses !! god knows i have enough of em sdkfjasjdsdj
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open to: anyone
relationship: friends, friend of one of his siblings, dating, fwb, be creative ✨
" you got a death wish or somethin'?? what the fuck was that about?? "
#[ i am feelin marcus real hard right now idk idk ]#indie rp#open starter#starter:marcus#convo:marcus#c:deathwish#(( child of the angel || shadowhunter ))#[ or his mundane verse if you prefer ]
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Thank you for doing this! And also thank you for making me aware of the personality tests hehe :))
I got equal amounts type 4 and type 8 on the chart and I’m an INFP. (I don’t know what these mean I hope it isn’t bad 😭)
What is you go to way to fall asleep?
A lot of the time I stay up so late that I fall asleep without even meaning to but if I can’t sleep then sleep aids or sad music do the trick more often than not. And if we’re talking about positions I always sleep on my side with like one leg up. I know it’s bad for your back but it’s sooo comfy.
What redacted boy holds no appeal to you and why?
Ollie is probably my least listened to. He seems like a really sweet character but I just can’t seem to get into his videos, I would say it might be because they’re more mundane than the others but my other two least faves (out of the love interests) are probably Gavin and Vincent so that doesn’t add up.
Tell me about the one book/movie/tv show you know all the words too.
Bojack Horseman. I think the shows really clever and I often find myself rewatching and finding new details every-time. I think it’s a bit of a comfort which is strange since the main character is basically always in trouble for something but a lot of the characters talk about relatable things that I’d never seen anyone else mention before.
If you had to change your name what would it be and why?
Laurie. My mum wanted to name me that when I was born but my dad didn’t like it. I prefer it to my irl name so probably that. I’ve also always liked the name Parker.
Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted too?
Huxley. I’m not too sure why I think it’s cause he’s so easy going. I love camping and also find myself a digging holes a lot so that could also be a reason lol but if I could hang out with any redacted character it would definitely be him.
Which song are you fixated on and why?
The boys are back in town by thin lizzy. There’s not a specific verse or anything it just came on randomly whilst I was running and now I can’t stop listening to it I’d completely forgotten it existed.
Do you have a go to thing you ramble about when tired?
If I’m tired I tend to not be very talkative at all. I prefer listening to other people talk but if I am in a rambling mood it would probably be about things that happened irl or Animals.
What is your favourite of redacted audios and why?
Besides my favourite characters entire playlist. I’d say either the inversion or Aaron’s sleep aid. I really like the inversion I just think the story telling and emotions are amazing and you get to hear so many different characters. And there’s just something about Aaron’s sleep aid that make me feel happy. I think it’s the way Smartass falls asleep in the chair with him.
I hope this isn’t too long and if you have a lot to do don’t worry about skipping this one! Happy time zone friend!!
Hmm, this was a thunker, since Four and Eight are a really interesting combination. What I think they have in common is an intelligent independence, a self-reliance that Elliott could really work with.
Both Fours and Eights seem to be characterized by a strong sense of identity- they have an unshakable confidence in who they are and who they want to be. Elliott strikes me as an excellent partner for this type of person, because he’s very supportive and loving in his own genial, earnest way, if you know what I mean? He would be neither overbearing nor neglectful. Elliott would just always be by your side, encouraging and kind and ready to support you however and whenever you may need.
Additionally, I think you and Elliott would like a lot of the same things~ You mentioned loving camping, which reminded me of the dreamscape he made with the campfire by the lake and made me picture of the two of you going together, fighting over who gets to control the aux cord on the way there. I can also see him coming over on another normal Friday night and ready to settle in for a night of watching your favorite show together.
Song:
I want the world in my hands/ I hate the beach/ But I stand in California with my toes in the sand/ Use the sleeves of my sweater/ Let's have an adventure
Elliott strikes me as a The Neighbourhood boy, and I cannot put into words why. He just is. I like this song for him in particular because the vibes and tone of it are so romantic and dreamy (pun intended). It’s the kind of song on the kind of playlist he’d have for your nights together- chill, lo-fi kind of tunes that would play while you talk through the night or fall asleep together.
Runner-Ups:
Damien was definitely a contender for runner-up. Other than the Enneagram type, where I think of Damien as a Six, I think y’all have a lot of similarities like your sleep hygiene and the type of shows you like. James strikes me as another good match because of his stable, solid temperament that I think would match well with a thoughtful, independent partner.
Note: thank you so much for waiting! The long distance bf flew into town, so I’ve been distracted, but I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things 💕
Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌
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❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 —
i am so much more than i was. this is what i was meant to be. ❜
𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐄. he had a stare like a templar, drive like a warden, and more skill than sense. and i’ll not say a bad word more than that, because i'm still here and ruddy kings aren't.
— and that's because of men like him trying.
⌈ about … full dossier … rules below ⌋
o1. this is an indie, selective, and 18+ carver hawke ( dragon age 2 ) roleplay blog. interactions will be solely for people i am in mutual follows with. i will not be following non-rp blogs or blogs without some form of rules, nor will i interact with gender bends/cis swaps or duplicate muses. i'm unfortunately very opinionated about carver and i'd hate to nitpick another person's interpretation.
o2. before he is hawke’s brother, carver is his own character. i usually follow the decisions i choose for carver. within my main verse, carver is a warden on the friendship route; his templar verse is to be used at my discretion.*
( *templar muses may assume carver’s templar verse as the default for ease of interaction. )
o3. please do not use super small text with me. my eyes are bad with a real gnarly astigmatism. on that note, i know it's extremely popular right now, but i'm not interested in writing with those double- or triple- spacing their posts. i struggle to read it and won't force myself through trying.
o4. if you ask for a starter and i write one for you, please like the post so that i know you’ve seen it. if you don’t, i’ll probably send it to you via im, you’ll say you saw it, i’ll mention my rules and just generally have a lowered opinion of you. same goes for ask memes.
i don’t really care about reblog karma. send memes only if you want replies. i’d rather not waste my time because the common convention is that it’s polite to leave something in someone’s ask box before you reblog.
o5. tag your nsfw, ooc, and vagueblogging. don’t follow otherwise.
i’m a qmoc who’s been in darp for years and i know how this fandom gets about its white male faves and white elves and white mages. uwu i’m tired of white roleplayers co-opting radical language to post uninformed cold takes for a fandom which revolves around some eurocentric fantasyland written largely by and for white audiences.
tl;dr if you’ve got #magerights in your about but hate vivienne, don’t follow me.
o6. i am non-exclusive and tentatively multi-ship, but i will likely only with one of any character and prefer mutual ship exclusivity.
more information on ships/shipping here!
o7. if you have triggers that should be tagged, please let me know. the tagging system on this blog boils down to subject tw / cw. i tag the essentials such as nsfw, gore, death, etc. as they occur, if they do at all.
o8. thank you for making it through my rules! i’m thomas ( he/him/his ) and i’m really not that much of a stickler, i promise. i’m twenty-seven, engaged, and operating as a legal assistant by day, no-skill gamer by night. i pull some wacky hours, so expect low activity.
⋙ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.
on warden carver vs templar carver.
on malcolm’s absence in carver’s life.
on carver and his views on mortality.
on carver’s mundane aspects.
on carver’s attitude towards the templars, especially in act i.
on carver’s dislike of anders.
on carver’s attempts at befriending fenris.
on the potential carver and merrill had.
#( pinned post. )#( not for rbing etc. )#dragon age rp#da rp#bioware rp#( <- adds that bc i can't be assed to make a promo however. )#skyrim rp#tes rp
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today i have been thinking about the way the artistic hobbies connor picks up, if he picks them up at all, are based in reality. things that are real and beautiful in front of him that he, sometimes quite literally, underlines.
you can see connor’s artistic side in the photographs he takes (photos of the Truth when he sees it; photos of the people he loves doing mundane things in a beautiful way, photos of every garbage can out on the kerb except Ms Johnson’s, who is in hospital this week, photos of a watering can with a flower wrapped around its handle because Jenna put it there this morning-), and if he plays music in the covers he chooses to play (but always covers; he does not compose, he takes what is real and in front of him and picks out the parts he thinks ‘get to the point’ he plays covers and maybe interpretations of something that underline what is Real about it, but he does not make his own entirely new music), and if he is reading a book of fiction or nonfiction or poetry or anything he will, literally, underline, literally you can see where he thought that is True or where he has scrawled in the margins a comment or circled a line or even struck through something that is wrong, there is.
So much about Connor’s ‘art’ style that is tangible and real and alive, but he does it often in reference to what is tangible and real and alive in front of him. he is rooted so wholly in what is real and what is true, so wholly in ‘this is the real world and it is worthwhile being alive in it’, he’s.. truth is his true north and it is there when he takes a photo or plays a song or underlines a word, he is concerned with matters of reality not just because being real is something he has to seek out and defend (not just because he had to defend the truth as a part of his Being Alive), but because being Truthful is worthwhile. It’s beautiful. it is the only way to be alive, the truth is just the truth and if he flinches from it what is the point?
connor seeks out true and it is as much a part of his professionalism as it is a part of who he is. he cuts to the point (it is true, beating around the bush is not), he calls bluffs (give him truth, don’t give him bullshit; pick A or B but don’t hover in between), he even prefers textures that are physical and anchoring in a way that leaves no room for doubt.
it is unflinching, and a different style to many, but Connor does his ‘alive’ with the tools and tangible reality that he has in front of him. there might.... there may be something to this in relation to the sense that his space inside his head is His and sharing it even a little is. inherently linked to trauma for him. in every verse, android or human or human (2), he has had people Take and Take and Take from him and disregard his privacy while they’re at it. carve things out of him without his permission. there may be something to it, to his style of art, which is rooted in volunteering only glimpses at a time. but that’s not the case actually, because the way connor does art it is really only for himself; if you see it that’s nice, and he probably trusts you because his art only takes up spaces he brings or shares with people he trusts, but he is not doing it for anyone else. he is doing it because that is beautiful, and he has noticed it, and it is worthwhile underlining, in one way or another.
you can learn a lot about connor from the art that he does produce, if you do happen to see/find it, and you happen to ask, to know that it is his. To all extents, there are spades and spades of this man, people often just discount the fact he exists at all. But he’s there, and he’s real. And his art is there, and it’s real. And there is so much of him that is unflinchingly alive, he does not see it as readily and easily about himself as he sees it about people who do it a little bit more Loudly (do you remember the time he told me nobody had ever described him as anything warm, and Markus did, and Connor almost melted) - but he is so unflinchingly alive, and warm, and real, and tangible, and living in this world. love that for him. connor deserves it.
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@khoc-week day 6 - coliseum
Kiru is a rather interesting fighter for the fact that generally, it prefers to let Yozora fight as proxy for it. Since Crushing Stones verse’s Yozora retains the same superboss level of power and skill showcased in Re:Mind, Kiru doesn’t feel the need to fight itself and risk further injury when Yozora is right there willing to fight on its behalf with a much higher chance of success and a much lower chance of him getting injured. (Yozora himself was the one to suggest it, soon after the injury that cost Kiru much strength in its hip and leg -- understandably, Kiru would be eager to agree after that experience.)
This is not to say that Kiru cannot fight. (More under the cut as, of course, my ramblings are kind of long.)
While it is true that Kiru is unable to fight in the way that Riku, Sora, and other more traditional fighters may do so, due to its crutches taking up both hands, Kiru is able to fight in other ways. For example -- mundane as it sounds, Kiru is able to whack people or creatures with its crutches, which are made of metal and, even if they are somewhat light, still hurt when you’re hit by them.
Additionally, Kiru is able to use the power of Karma due to it being a Reginae -- essentially, luck manipulation, which primarily depends on the actions of the person who’s luck you’re trying to manipulate. If they have done more good actions, then you will have an easier time giving them good luck than bad, and vice versa. The catch -- Reginae are the ones who determine what is a good and bad action in the context of Karma, and Reginae are able to change and manipulate luck based on a single action or a small set of actions, rather than the overall actions that a person has done in their life. This gives Kiru a rather large edge when it comes to using this type of magic, and it’s the fact that Kiru has not been able to receive much actual training in using Karma that it hasn’t been more devastating in a fight. (Aside from Kiru’s general dislike of fighting itself, anyways.)
Kiru can also freely use both Light and Darkness for magical attacks -- calling Light to send various bolts at an enemy, or calling up Darkness to reach up underneath and pull the enemy down. More standard Kingdom Hearts fighting stuff.
In terms of speed, Kiru is on the slower side, partly due to its crutches necessitating slower movement, and partly because Kiru, due to its chronic pain and fatigue, various experiments, and poor health due to digestive issues and trouble eating enough, has low energy levels and slower movement is better for it. Yozora being much, much faster than Kiru is another reason why Kiru prefers to have Yozora fight for it. (Kiru will frequently ask anyone it particularly trusts -- Yozora, Zexion, Riku, Luxord, Larxene, Namine, and Marluxia, in order of most trusted to least trusted out of its Trusted People list -- to pick it up and carry it. Yozora, Riku, and Larxene are most willing to comply, while Zexion, Luxord, and Namine are more willing to summon their own lesser Nobodies to do the actual carrying.)
(Sora, as someone directly involved in the fight that caused Kiru’s hip/leg injury in the first place, is not allowed within six feet of Kiru at all times. Yozora is the most strict at enforcing this, while Riku is more lax due to his bias as Sora’s childhood best friend. Everyone else is sort of in-between, except for Vexen who’d rather see what happens when he makes Kiru actually interact with Sora instead of just awkwardly trying to avoid him. Yozora does not like Vexen.)
#khocweek2022#rambles#oc: replica model 13‑b#yozora#there are others mentioned but theyre not as focused on so they don't get tagged#crushing stones verse
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂.
JAMES BARNES
( CURRENT VERSE )
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟷 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
• NAME : james buchanan “ bucky ” barnes.
• EYE COLOR : slate grey.
• HAIR STYLE / COLOR : ivy league cut. classic scissor cut / dark brown.
• HEIGHT : 6″0"
• CLOTHING STYLE : nondescript combat gear if on assignment. leather, spandex, kevlar, tactical vests and body armor. at face value, his choice in civilian clothing appear to be similar in nature and simplicity - drab, mundane, unexceptional - but james is actually quite self - aware of his outward appearance when eyes are allowed to follow him and dedicates some time in making sure he looks presentable, even if all he is wearing is a pair of old, worn jeans and a weathered leather jacket. he favors a certain subdued style, preferences which become slightly more clearer within the tiny details of the choices he consistently makes. he may not own much, but his closet consists mostly of darker colored plain t-shirts - shades of browns, grays, blues and forest green - and worn jeans. he does not own shorts or any kind of sweaters, but does have a few sweatshirts and a number of leather and bomber jackets. buck also has a certain proclivity for shoes, possessing a number of particularly expensive oxfords and derby plain toe shoes, neatly stacked next to a number of boots and sneakers. his style is much more simplistic than it had been back in the 30s, but james still has a way about him - looking good despite his charade of nonchalance.
• BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : strong jaw line. lush hair.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟸 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
• FEARS : loss of control. choice. himself / his potential.
• GUILTY PLEASURE : trashy take - out / fast food, bourbon / coffee - despite its ineffectuality. the dodgers. records & old movies. polished shoes. freshly baked pastries. motorcycles.
• BIGGEST PET PEEVE : arrogant, egotistical high - and - mighty types. megalomaniacs. gaslighting. entitlement. derisive jokes / sense of humor. a certain blonde punks’ complete inability to listen or follow even the most basic set of instructions ( ! ) also, how about habitual recklessness ? or people who tend to do the exact opposite of what you ask them to do ? and let us not forget his total disregard to self - preservation or his big mouth that just has ta challenge everyone and everything, always gettin’ him into trouble-- !
• AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : to make as little noise as possible. to fade away quietly. as the soldier, he was used to punch such a huge crater into the making of history. barnes would like nothing more than to live a life that has no further influence or impact in the world’s narrative. if he can also achieve some good and make some amends before fading out, that would be something worth doing as well.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟹 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.
• FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : those rare nights barnes does manage to shut his mind off long enough to fall asleep, more often than not he finds himself violently jolting back not an hour or two later thanks to a slew of horrific, reoccurring nightmares. on such occasions, first thoughts are typically frantic disorientation, racing mind and unruly thoughts as he desperately tries to ascertain his current situation and location, any presence of danger or hostiles around him, if he is being watched, if he is being activated. muscle memory tends to take over, the process of reawakening && activation burned so strongly into his body and mind after all those years spent being ripped from stasis, that he immediately assumes he is in a similar situation. he can feel the ghost of hands on his body, demanding - dragging him forward, forcing him upright ;; can hear the echo of voices barking at his ear, the grinding of the chair charging to life ... && his thoughts scream : do not let them see weakness. focus, focus, focus ! those rare times he does wake peacefully, his first thought is usually to find out what time it is and how long he managed to sleep.
• WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : his surroundings, his past, his crimes, his victims, his future.
• WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : if it is safe for him to fall asleep. plans for tomorrow. the score of the game on the tv. reactions to the podcast playing in his ear. james tries to use any sort of distraction to steer his mind away from thoughts of his past.
• WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : -- maybe his, work ethic ? or maybe his realistic outlook on life, neither an idealist or a woeful pessimist - which allows him to make pragmatic decisions based on what he has seen and lived through.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟺 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?
• SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : single, for certain.
• TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : loved.
• BEAUTY OR BRAINS : james barnes has always been a sucker for a beautiful dame, but show him a pretty face with a sharp mind and a wicked tongue to match, and he will fall to his knees and worship.
• DOGS OR CATS : cats.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…
• LIE : not often and not about most things, with the exception of his feelings and thoughts about himself and his past. typically he either tells the truth or is silent about the subject at hand.
• BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : no.
• BELIEVE IN LOVE : sure.
• WANT SOMEONE : doesn’t everyone ?
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟼 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…
• BEEN ON STAGE : a few times, back in his howlie days.
• CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : there were some occasions while on - assignment where the soldier was forced to in order to complete a mission objective or tail a target, but espionage was never the soldier’s forte and hydra kept him mostly concealed in the shadows, where he proved to work best. he did to some degree proceeding the fall of project insight and while on the run, in order to blend in with the society around him and avoid detection.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟽 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.
• FAVORITE COLOR : blue (navy).
• FAVORITE ANIMAL : finches / goats.
• FAVORITE BOOK : the maltese falcon. a martian odyssey.
• FAVORITE GAME : poker. solitaire.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟾 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄.
• DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : 10th, March
• HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : whose even keepin’ count anymore ? old.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟿 : 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
• I LOVE : the colors the sky turns when the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening.
• I FEEL : more than i let on / more than people think i do.
• I HIDE : from those who want to help me.
• I MISS : simplicity. peace. naïveté
• I WISH : things had turned out differently...
TAGGED BY : self - tagged.
TAGGING : @camerica ; @mxndwitch ; @fraegiles ( muse of choice ! ) ; @sanguionus ; @cxpt + first three lovelies on my dash ( at time of queue ) : @jazzloved ; @seesgood && @brooklynsoul <33
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