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demonslayedher · 4 months

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You need a mountain to make a sword

Mt. Youkou, which only exists in the Kimetsu no Yaiba universe is essentially named "Mt. Sunlight," is said to receive the most sunlight, which gets soaked into the Shoujouhi iron ore and Shoujouhi iron sand—both of which also only exist in this universe and are named for a particular shade of red. This mountain is therefore crucial to the development of Nichirin blades, and deserves more focus than a one-time mention in Chapter 9. If demons were to find this place and prevent them from mining, the Corp would be screwed.

A mountain is a finite resource, though. This post was supposed to be short and simple to say: 1. Large portions of that mountain are lost in the effort to collect the sunlight-soaked iron sand 2. Large portions of that iron sand is lost in smelting it into steel 3. Large portions of that steel is lost in the smithing process

But of course, it is not short and simple, I have more to say about charcoal and what this all means within the context of the KnY world and additional speculation about the production of Nichirin blades.

First you need to break the mountain! Okay, so you start with a mountain. This one is said to be “closest to the sun,” which has made some people theorize that this is the tallest mountain, Mt. Fuji, but perhaps that is just a way of saying it is in a sunny spot in the east. The main criteria is that it is very exposed to the sun. I think the "it doesn't rain" there thing is an exaggeration, as there are trees drawn there, so I assume it has some sort of a water source.

I will focus primarily on collecting the Shoujouhi iron sand as opposed to the ore, because in real life steel smelting in Japan, iron sand was more widely available than ore—and however they got the Shoujouhi ore, I’m guessing it was more of a process of scraping it off exposed parts of the mountain instead of digging deep in the dark for it. It used to be that that iron sand was collected in rivers and lakes from the natural, slow erosion process, but going by the illustration in the manga panel, they appear to practice kanna-nagashi, a process of collecting iron sand in large amounts by speeding up the natural erosion process by scraping off chunks of granite mountain into man-man waterways, and channeling it through a series of collection pools to sort the heavier iron sand from the rest of the sediment. Another reason to suspect this method is because the "Kana" of Kanamori's name is written with the same "kanna" kanji: 鉄穴 ("iron cavity," as opposed to the more common real life last name Kanamori which uses the simple 金 for metal/gold).

In the heyday of real-life traditional iron and steel smelting with iron sand, kanna-nagashi resulted in mountains being leveled because they used up so much of the natural environment. This was used for meeting almost all of the iron and steel needs of populous Edo period society, which did not need as many swords as in previous eras but needed anything from tools and nails to pots and pans. The swordsmiths in Kimetsu no Yaiba only needed to make swords for the Demon Slayer Corp (which we’ll use for referring to the organization’s full history, though it was less formally called “the demon hunters” for most of its existence). The swordsmiths making Nichirin blades were probably frugal with the precious Shoujouhi iron. They needed to make it last for as many centuries as it would take to defeat Kibutsuji Muzan.

Not all iron sand is created equal! While what's very crucial to Nichirin blades is that the iron that has soaked up the power of the sun, what's also crucial to making Japanese blades is a high level of purity in the iron. To put this in perspective, the more common kind of real-life iron sand (akome) that could be used for general iron needs might make up 5-10% of the rock plucked off the mountain, but masa iron sand, the kind that was (and still is) preferred for making Japanese swords might only make up about 0.5-2%. These sands would differ in size, the amount and array of impurities, and how high of a temperature and how long you need to smelt them. However, the real-world smelting process for making sword-quality steel used a mix of these two kinds of iron sands, so it might be reasonable to assume they stretch out the Shoujouhi iron sand supply by supplementing it with high quality sands from other nearby, shadier mountains. There is also the matter of how much of it was Shoujouhi ore, and how much of that ore was available relative to the sand on this fictional mountain, but I’ll focus primarily on a real-world iron sand based processes for consideration on numbers.

Anyway, we've perhaps already wasted at least 85% of what we've taken from the mountain to get this sand, and then it's time for smelting the Shoujouhi iron sand (and Shoujouhi iron ore, in this case) in a traditional tatara clay furnace, because for most of Japanese smelting history, that was what you had.

Tatara iron and steelmaking made the most of what Japan had! Smelting iron in clay furnaces did not originate in Japan, but while many other places in the world had more abundant sources of iron ore to start with, Japan did not, so the tatara method was continually development to make the most of what was available: iron sand. Two of the other major ingredients in this method were clay and charcoal, the qualities of which were important in setting off the chemical processes of smelting the iron sand into pig iron (which would be refined into better iron or for steel for making swords). With Edo period developments in this Japanese smelting method, they were able to skip the pig iron step and achieve a sword-quality steel, tamahagane. Tatara is still the only method with which you can achieve tamahagane.

Look at this beautiful sword baby:

(Fun fact: Tamahagane is covered with many different colors—but rather than being indicative of Nichirin-like properties, these are tiny films of remaining impurities in the metal, which reflect light similar to how it bounces off a soap bubble or a CD. Cool, huh? I also tend to theorize that the coloring changing aspect of Nichirin is a matter of bending the visible spectrum of the sunlight contained within them.)

We don't have time here to go into the fascinating details about how this smelting process works and why tamagahane gives you the characteristic attributes of Japanese blades, but suffice to say, what's crucial is that tamahagane has a high level of purity and an ideal amount of carbon for making blades that are both strong and ductile. However, prior to the Edo period development of tamahagane, we don't actually know all the details about the materials used. Swords could vary widely in quality in the Sengoku period, and it's very likely that the high-quality ones (like what the demon hunters would had used) mixed stronger, imported iron with the local iron sand. This is another reason I'm willing to bet Nichirin blades might be reenforced with other material, though it is still entirely possible in-universe that they are purely Shoujouhi and the craftsmanship of the swords back then was purely thanks to the swordsmiths’ efforts.

A quick note here before we go on: historically, it makes the most sense for Tanjirou to have been offered tamagahane at the end of the Final Selection, because this was the standard material for Japanese swords at the time. In Chapter 8, Kiriya does not say “tamahagane,” but just “hagane,” which means “steel.” However, the first fanbook says that they choose their “kouseki,” which is “ore,” implying that this is still in a raw material stage. It’s possible that before the Edo period development of tamahagane, swordsmen were offered their choice of lumps of Shoujouhi ore, but given the speed with which Tanjirou received a completed sword, I’m willing to bet it had already undergone the smelting process with Shoujouhi iron sand in one big smelting batch. Although industrialized methods of smelting steel with mined iron ore, coke, and brick furnaces were already the norm by the early Taisho period, tatara was still in use, and still the only method of making tamahagane, so I am inclined to think the Swordsmith Village stuck with this and used tamahagane (and Japanese fans who are familiar with the tatara process all tend to assume the same, though most of the ones I've talked to about it are biased tatara nerds in the first place).

Charcoal is crucial in tatara and Japanese swordsmithing! We also don't have time to go into detail about the clay or construction of the tatara furnace, but because this is KnY and I love charcoal, we will touch on that briefly: The charcoal used in tatara would be slightly different from the charcoal Tanjirou produced for household use or the charcoal used in multiple steps of the actual smithing process (both as a heat source and as a coating in a crucial step of the process). In a tatara furnance, it needed to burn quickly and at high enough temperatures to melt iron sand, it was left somewhat "undercooked" in the charcoal making process so as to leave more volatile organic components. Even with those sorts of adjustments to the charcoal making process specifically for tatara, Tanjirou could absolutely talk shop with the Swordsmith Village charcoal producers.

Also, in order to get trees big enough for tatara charcoal use, the trees were ideally 30-50 years old. Forestry methods in tatara charcoal production typically allowed the forest to grow back every 30 years, but this meant they needed roughly 30 different areas to cycle through and cut down from year to year. A single operation of the tatara furnace typically requires about 12 tons of charcoal, that is, roughly one hectare of forest. (This is why industrial tatara in real life usually required owning entire mountains in order to have that much forest available.)

What is one tatara operation? For our purposes here, suffice to say that a tatara operation for the purposes of making tamahagane is a roughly 70-hour process of adding iron sand and charcoal to the flames every 30 minutes or so, resulting in a 2-3 ton lump of mixed metal, called a kera (which is written with sort of vivid kanji that makes it's like the "mother of metal," 鉧). What adjustments that might require to include Shoujouhi iron ore, I am not sure. It is an extremely labor-intensive process, with a high level of know-how required to be successful. It is very easy for the process to be ruined if the giant flames are not maintained, or the proportion of the materials is off, or if there is too much moisture or not enough constant air flow, etc. It also uses a lot of material. In addition to about 12 tons of charcoal, one operation typically requires about 10 tons of iron sand. Roughly 70% of the resulting kera would be tamahagane. That means, very roughly, that of the 10 tons of iron sand, only 15-20% remains as ideal sword material, but maybe only about 0.3-4% of the overall iron sand turns into top quality tamahagane.

How many swords are we talking? The Swordsmith Village exclusively made swords for the Corp, which in Tanjirou's day and age is said to be “a few hundred” people (Chapter 4, and given the context, I assume this means “a few hundred swordsmen” as opposed to including outside supporting roles). Tamagahane for a katana is about 4 kilograms, so you can get, conservatively (and this is only my guess based on weight calculations, not on actually numbers of lumps of tamahagane I found results for), about 375 swords worth from one kera, or maybe up to 90 especially high-quality swords. We see anyone from a Mizunoto like Inosuke to a Pillar like Muichirou getting their swords replaced without much fuss, and clearly some styles of Nichirin blades require more or less steel (looking at you, Stone Pillar). The swordsmiths likely also use material for practice and trying new techniques, as well as for having extra swords available like those stocked up in the village.

I'll allow you to think backwards about how much mountain this consumes every year in a Corp that has been collecting ore and sand from Mt. Youkou for 800-1000 years, with the more damaging kanna-nagashi process being used for about 250-300 years. Instead, I will work forward to say that for a typical katana, that 4-kilogram tamahagane results in only a 1-kilogram sword, so you lose material at this stage too.

To recap: The amount of Mt. Youkou destroyed but which gets collected as iron sand is only about 0.5-15% (if we're being generous). The amount of that iron sand which gets converted into tamahagane is only about 15-20% (or less if they are very stringent about Nichirin quality), though the numbers might be very different depending on the amount of iron ore used. The amount of tamahagane which remains as a finished sword is only about 25%. This is not even taking into account the amount of forest, clay, or even the series of stones necessary for the polishing process, not at all to mention expertise and labor.

So quit breaking your swords, Tanjirou.

Sources: In modern day, the Society for the Preservation of Japanese Art Swords (NBTHK, or Nittouho) operates the Nittouho Tatara furnace three times every winter, so most of these numbers are based on their modern-day operations (though they do not practice kanna-nagashi, which was primarily practiced in the Edo period when tatara was a major industry). Other info primarily comes from other tatara related museums, especially the Okuizumo Tatara and Sword Museum and Wakou Museum, though it’s been glossed over for fandom purposes. Also, I’m a sword nerd anyway.

#SWORDS SWORDS SWORDS #KnY nerdery #KnY Reference #KnY References #I made it AS SHORT AS THE SPIRIT OF HAGANEZUKA WOULD LET ME

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noita-digging · 2 months

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The Material Durability Scale

I figured I would make a post going over the material durability scale I'll be using to test every digging method. Some things have special interactions that aren't purely about durability, but it should work for showcasing most things.

The materials from left to right are as follows: 4: sand and sandstone 5: cheese 6: mud 8: coal, snow, and concrete 9: broken templebrick (not used ingame) 10: soil, dense rock 11: rusty steel (like in The Vault) 12: gold powder, steel (like in Power Plant), extremely dense rock 14: templebrick 14: cursed rock

I used the Noita Map Viewer's edit mode (link) to make durability scale. Cursed rock and templebrick supposedly have the same durability, but I happen to know of one spell that digs through the former but not the latter, so incase there are other examples of spells that work like that, I kept them separate. There's an argument for not including broken templebrick since it doesn't naturally exist ingame, but I figure including it future-proofs my scale a bit in case it is added in a future update.

Notable absences: flamable materials, fluids, gases, physics objects, and fragile materials as they tend to move around and generally be annoying to work with in a controlled environment. It's a shame though because Slimey meat has a durability of 3 which is not represented on the scale. But I would need to kill a slimey creature before each test to make it as meat physics objects are converted to meat powder on save-load and they all have a durability of 6. I'll make separate dedicated posts about the other notable absences.

#noita #digging #let me know if anyone finds any materials with durabilities not represented in my scale

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jakowskis · 3 days

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Day 28 - Do you like how tragic Torchwood is, or do you wish it was more light-hearted? Do you think the ‘dark and adult themes’ were explored sufficiently?

torchwood's weird bc it exists in this place where, like, the creators + writers were all coming at it from different angles, and i think there was a lot of... internal confusion amongst individuals, too. like, a lot of the concepts in chibnall's scripts are actually profound and intriguing when it come to the characters themselves - but he's also the guy who put a cyberman in a bikini, and the guy who came up with the sex alien, so. rtd, idek his vision tbh - in the director's commentary of i believe the first episode, he says something like "everyone's talking about what a dark, edgy show it is, but we've got a pterodactyl. can we talk about that. like that's ridiculous - it's brilliant." so i think he was partially intending for it to be kinda silly from the get-go. but he also did push the dark edgy adult spin off angle, so idk. the show tried to do both and it's... kind of iconically bad, but also unique and, imho, endearing. you certainly don't see it elsewhere. i love my bad 2000s show.

as iconic as that edgy campiness is, obviously torchwood would've benefited significantly from simply picking a tone and being consistent with it. s1 was criticized for unevenness, but i think it was earnest in its ridiculousness, which i appreciate. it committed. s2 takes itself a bit less seriously and leans into the silliness, which some ppl like, but i find it less compelling. idk, s1 is just special to me; it's so experimental and tonally bizarre, but i love it. i always say torchwood's weird bc it's like they had gold but they somehow managed to bury it in manure. like there's a spark of something magic but you have to wade thru the shit to get to it and even then it's not there for the taking, you're like eternally digging for it and you're constantly finding little tiny pieces of it HFKDSF or at least thts my experience (<- guy who's a year into being insane about this fucking show. it is Not that deep im just ill.)

and a lot of that magic exists in the underlying darkness. torchwood isn't dark when it tries to be; torchwood is dark in the implications. it's haunted by it's own darkness but it refuses to look directly at it. watching it is, like, you're staring at smth simple and underwhelming, but there's something terrifying in your peripheral - but if you look right at it it won't be there. so you're fascinated by what you can't fully grasp at. again, maybe i'm just deranged, but that's how i feel about it. there's so many insane connotations in each episode that feel peripheral and unconscious. it's bizarre. it's probably just the result of bad writing, but i do not control what my bastard brain latches onto and decides is worth painstakingly deconstructing.

so what i'm saying? is where torchwood 'thinks' it's dark, it's not, and what's actually dark isn't even a consistently conscious thing and therefore isn't remotely touched on. so, no, they're not explored well at all. that's what fanfiction's for 👍 im very stimulated with this fixation still, after all this time, bc there's soooo many cool threads that i can pull from and actually put the work and time into playing with in a way the show wasn't willing to, and i love that. i love dark themes in general, i'm very naturally oriented towards miserable things, and torchwood's so tragic and dark but it doesn't live up to its potential whatsoever. so many good seeds that didn't get planted. that being said, i do like the silly shit. but if i could make it stick to a tone, i'd have it commit to the dark stuff, because i mourn what could've been. it's a ghost that follows me 🫵

#tdot #txt

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max-nico · 2 years

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How Deltarune Characters Play Minecraft

Kris

Let me introduce you to the minecraft player of your (or at least my) dreams. They've played minecraft since they could hold a controller, can defeat the ender dragon without breaking a sweat, probably competed in a tournament somewhere and won. This child is a god amongst mortals and they want you to know it.

They can find diamonds within the first 10 minutes of playing the game, they're a strip mining expert.

BUT.

They can't build. Their house is a small dirt shack, their farm is basically hoed dirt with wheat, carrots, and MAYBE sugar cane. There are two sheep and two pigs. They have a dog.

Is okay enough at redstone that people like me will bow and quiver in their presence.

Susie

You've met minecraft player of your dreams, now meet your worst enemy.

She has never played a full game on survival, has never truly beat the ender dragon, and has no clue how to mine. She just gets lost constantly because she only carries like 10 torches on her because, "I'm Susie I don't need any lame ass torches" and, "I can find my way out I'll be fine."

She's lying.

Shes never actually found diamonds she just gets them on creative. She also griefs your builds because she finds your frustration funny.

Doesn't play minecraft by herself, the game isn't entertaining unless shes ruining someone's day.

Red stone will make her cry, but she loves enchanting (even if she always cheats for the lapis)

Noelle

If you think Noelle is afraid of caves, mobs, nighttime, builds that naturally spawn, and literally everything else, you're correct. She used to play with Kris growing up and they did all the hard work, she just built mediocre houses and picked flowers.

A god a farming. She has well kept animals and a gorgeous field of plants both for eating and beauty.

She always has that one texture pack with the really nice looking flowers on.

Has two girl dogs and they are married.

She was the type to roleplay or play pretend while Kris just went along with it.

Has never touched TNT, redstone, or lapis in her life, and she likes it that way

Lancer

Only plays to use the elytra (???) wings.

He makes giant towers and covers them in lava, they're such an eyesore but they're all over the world. They make his game lag and he is completely fine with that, he will continue to make more.

Has no clue how anything works.

Has never been off creative.

He makes his houses out of gold, diamonds, emeralds, etc. They are also an eyesore. Just giant, basically empty, bright blue, rectangles that sit in the middle of the world. He doesn't even sleep in them. He adds like 4 chests and one of them has a ton of speed potions in it.

"What?? Redstone exists?? I thought that was a myth."

Digs straight down just because people tell him not to.

Berdly

The most mediocre minecraft player in the history of ever. He knows all of the super cool tricks but he never does them right, entered a tournament and came in last, has never had a cat.

This man doesn't play on creative because "that's not the TRUE gamer way Kris !"

Cannot use redstone, he tried for weeks but he just cannot get the hang of it. He is very jealous of people who can, but will never admit that outloud.

His luck is terrible. He dies while mining constantly because of RNG, it's so sad.

Ralsei

Has never gone mining once, he makes Kris do it.

However.

His builds?? Incredible. He Is The Master Builder alright??

Everything looks realistic and is still functional. While Kris is slaving in the mines and Susie is gathering (read hunting) animals, Ralsei is slaving away making a 5 story castle with a working refrigerator.

Does apologize for the time it takes him to make the build but it only takes him like an hour maybe hour and a half max?? He is truly talented.

This fluffy angel has never touched a sword a day in his life. He is, in fact, terrified of creepers. When he's playing by himself he's playing on peaceful. Has not defeated the ender dragon. Does own too many cats.

Is nowhere near god tier with redstone but WAAAY better than average. Ralsei helps Kris with their own redstone builds and its wholesome.

Can Use Lapis But Doesn't, Cannot Use TNT And He Likes It That Way.

Queen

Dream walked so she could run. God tier at everything she does. An icon.

Has the record for speed running minecraft, everytime someone beats her time she just one ups them, it's amazing.

Her downfall? Mediocre builder, is a griefer.

If she put the effort in then her builds would be great. I mean, her builds are a bit more than subpar because of the redstone in them, but they're pretty basic for the most part.

Queen enjoys making everybody else miserable, she doesn't care If you can't take it, either get with the program or don't play with her. She wants to terrorize you, if you build she'll find it and light it on fire, place a chest and she'll raid it for everything it's worth, she'll slaughter all of your dogs horses and cats in cold blood.

"LMAO Its Called Getting Gud Loser"

[none of these characters know how to make potions and it shows]

I'll Do More Characters If I Feel Like It

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moon-stars01 · 3 years

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Screaming Colors

Minghao x Reader

Author:chimout

Summary:She watches him as he obliviously paints an evening sky he has never seen, and decides that he is the most beautiful art she has ever seen.

Gene:blind Minghao,fluffy fluff,art student au,high school au,cute,photography

Rating:General Audiences

•Screaming Colors•

He is standing there, his eyes clouded over, unfocused gaze wavering through the air. His hands are in his pockets, his dog's tight leash wrapped firmly in his grasp, and she wonders how such a beautiful and stunning person could even manage to exist. Her heart thumps in her chest as her breathing stops short, and she watches as he reaches down to pet the dog, his eyes still skimming over the busy trail in front of him. And, as the scene traps her in a boundless vortex, her fingers reach for her camera, and snaps the moment into a single frame.

Her first shot of him was in art class; he sat two seats away, a dazed gaze always flitting off into some unbound space she could not comprehend. His focus never seemed to stay fixed, and she can still remember their teacher's desperate voice as they tried to gather his attention back towards the matter at hand. But his gaze continued to stray towards some unknown abyss, and she wondered what he was dreaming of, because his photography and graphic designs could never tell her so much. They were blurry and insignificant, earning him questionable grades, and she wondered why the boy was in such an advanced class in the first place. He never seemed to truly care about his subject; the matter was always a sort of point and shoot, and the lack of thought was maddening on her behalf.

She never toyed with the idea that he is, most probably, blind, until one day she saw him in the art room alone, his hands coated in dry paint, pools of liquid spilling onto the floor below as a canvas screaming with curious colours stood in awe in front of him. There were no brushes lying about; he had painted the masterpiece with his own two hands.

And his gaze was still aimed at the sky.

Her curiosity only grew steadily from then on. Quietly, she'd follow him, watching him from the corner of her eyes as he dipped his fingers into red and blue and yellow, and allowed his fingers to dance across white sheets as they painted the evening sky. And the more curious she becomes, the more her heart speeds at the mere sight of his breathtaking form.

She watches him as he turns towards the sound of her camera, the dog beside him merely panting in recognition as it barks softly at the scurrying squirrels around them, excitement splurging in vivid pace. He tilts his head in confusion, his eyebrows digging deeper into the bridge of his nose, the haunting blank stare now somehow focused on her. "Is anybody there?"

A small breath escapes her nose as she presses her lips together, unsure whether to reveal her ghostly presence. She stares at the camera in her hands, her fingers shyly skimming through past pictures she took of him; her mouth aches to share words with the model she has long admired.

"Hi," she whispers, and she is unsure if he could hear her until she sees his frown lessen. "Sorry for scaring you."

"Do I know you?" he asks, and her heart is thumping because she wishes he would somehow recognise her. But she barely speaks in class, and she has yet to hold a conversation with him, and she finds it impossible that he would somehow find familiarity in her voice unless—

"You feel familiar."

She freezes and swallows softly as he elicits an awkward laugh, his hand finding the back of his neck almost instinctively, and the dog beside him whimpers and the sudden tug. "Sorry, that may have sounded strange. I mean, it feels like we've met before."

That much is true; he is as much of a stranger as she is to him, despite the lingering watch she keeps on him. She ponders upon her words, trying to hide the stalkerish secret she keeps. "We haven't met before. . . but we do share a class."

"You're the one who keeps taking pictures of me!" She freezes, and she finds him grinning, a blush on his cheeks as his stare seemed to wander away from her figure and towards the nature around them. "I was wondering who my personal photographer was."

"I—I'm sorry—"

He blushes deeper, and the shade of red against his cheeks is the most beautiful shade she's ever seen. "It's alright. It's actually quite flattering. I'm Minghao. I don't think I've caught your name."

"Y/n," she replies instinctively, and her fingers ache to capture the smile he directs at her. "You're a really great artist, by the way." This time, her cheeks are the ones wearing crimson hues. "Your paintings—they're remarkable."

"I've never seen them for myself." He wears a coy smile, as though there is a joke that only he and he alone could understand. "As you can see, I'm blind."

She smiles shyly back, silently musing over his subtle pun. "Um, yeah. I didn't realise when I first noticed you."

He cocks an eyebrow. "My photographs weren't obvious clues? Either they somehow all came out really good, or you suck as a photographer."

A laughter escapes her before she could stop it, and she sees him smiling wider at the sound. "No, they were really horrible. I just thought—I don't know—that you maybe had a lack of interest in the arts."

"Art is my favourite subject, actually," he corrects, and leans down to pet his guide dog that has been obediently quiet ever since the chattering animals around them disappeared. "But I can't do anything with things I can't touch. Which is why painting is my favourite medium."

"Because your hands are your brushes," she realises, and he nods, his fingers dancing on his thighs. "You can feel where the colours go just by touching the canvas."

He laughs, and it sounds almost nervous and shy, as though this is the longest conversation he has held with a complete stranger. She doesn't blame him; her chest is aching by now, and her mind is still having trouble grasping at the fact the conversation is even reality. The whole scenario simply seems somehow surreal in both their eyes.

"Kind of. I can roughly imagine the image I'm painting, but I can't actually see the colours. I usually dip my hands in some paint and hope the colours come out alright. Usually, my friends would tease me because I'm painting the sky yellow and the sun black." His face is red as though the confession is a crime, and she is astounded by his obvious luck and talent as she remembers the first evening sky she ever saw him paint.

The question slips before she could even consider it: "What if I described the colours to you?"

He chuckles. "My friends have tried, trust me. They just go, 'Yellow is the sun, and black is dark.' Which is nice of them, but it doesn't help much, since I've never seen the sun and everything looks dark to me."

She laughs. "Well, they are right. The sun is yellow, and black is dark, but yellow is also the colour of warmth, that fuzzy feeling when you laugh so much your stomach hurts, when the world suddenly seems so bright. And then black is that feeling when you're really sad and everything just seem so out of reach, like you're falling into an abyss that you can't escape. It's the colour of depression."

"You're better at this than they are," he says, and she laughs again, and he smiles suddenly, his face glowing gold. "Your laughter sounds like yellow to me."

"Is that how'd you paint me?"

"A giant blob of yellow on a blank canvas," he agrees, chuckling softly in amusement as his dull irises sparkle in new life. "You could start helping me paint from now on."

"Yeah?"

"As long you stop taking pictures of me when I'm unaware," he compromises. "I swear those pictures must be really embarrassing."

"Actually, you look quite charming in them."

He smiles. "What colour am I, then?"

She ponders silently as she watches the white clouds float past, the butterflies in her stomach finally settling somewhere deep. "You're a multitude of colours, Minghao," she decides, and she could feel his smile stretching, her answer obviously pleasing him. "You're yellow and black and everything in between. You're screaming with colours."

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #stories #kpop #seventeen fluff #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #minghao x you #minghao x reader #minghao #seventeen minghao #the8 x you #the8 x reader #the8 scenario #minghao svt #minghao scenarios #seventeen the8

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mostlylows · 5 years

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Fingers shake, nerves take over. He's had it hidden for a while, thankful that T.J. respects his space and hasn't gone digging. It doesn't make this any easier though; his place on the Avengers is slowly waning, Bucky involving himself more in training than anything. Now's the time, laying in bed and stroking T.J.'s hair, feeling his skin pressed against his own. A shaky exhale, and then he's reaching over, taking the piece of metal out of his drawer, a single gold band. (...)

“I love you more than anything, you know that?” Voice is quiet in the fading afternoon, and he gently sets his hand on the back of T.J.’s neck, tilts his head up so that their eyes can connect. Icy blue search a much more calm one, those oceans slowly soothing after so much finally going right. “You’re everything; the very thing that brings me home when I feel lost. My lighthouse in the dark. And I’m never letting you go again. We can fight, but we always make up.

There’s no one that I’d rather be with, by my side, even through all the shit your parents have given me, even though I know you check out Steve’s ass every time we’re all together.” A deep breath that rattles in his chest, thankful for the steadiness of his metal fingers on T.J.’s skin so that he can’t tell just how badly he’s shaking. “Thomas James Hammond, will you marry me?” (MAIN VERSE OFC)

THIS IS HIS HAPPINESS. right here, with bucky, in their private little bubble where the rest of the world ceases to EXIST. t.j is snuggled up against the former assassin’s side, laying on his shoulder with his slender digits lightly stroking circles and lines over bucky’s chest, eyes closed and a contented hum escaping him every now and then. THEY DESERVE THIS. even himself, which t.j now accepts. they’ve been to hell and back, together and apart, their DEMONS still hunting them down after they’d gotten together — trying to pull them apart. those demons hadn’t won. their love had proven stronger, and this is what they’d earned in return. t.j wouldn’t give it up for the WORLD.

there’s warmth radiating from bucky, and that teamed with fingers tousling his hair threatens to lull t.j into a restful slumber. he’s vaguely aware of bucky stretching for something, hears the quiet SLIDE of an opening drawer ; thinking nothing of it. bucky’s words pull him out of his drowsiness a little, and t.j smiles without opening his eyes. ❝ …..‘course. i love you too. always. ❞ but then bucky is touching him, urging him to look at him, and t.j complies, finally realizing bucky is trying to really tell him something ; pale hues now curious and QUESTIONING.

he can only watch silently, motionless as bucky begins to speak, baring his beautiful heart and soul little by little. his lips start off slightly parted in surprise, the sheer depth of bucky’s words STUNNING him. but then his mouth naturally forms a beam, touched and utterly lovesick. he never thought anyone would see him that way. like their home. their safe place. he understands, though — because that’s EXACTLY what bucky is to him. light in the dark. HIS SAVING GRACE. it shifts into something more playfully pouty when steve is mentioned, but then bucky continues, t.j catches sight of a flash of GOLD, and he’s lost for words as it sinks in.

for a second he wonders if he’s already asleep, having an incredible and vivid dream — one that he has had more than once before. his heart is racing too fast, though, bucky’s voice too acute, and he knows it’s real. then those words are spoken, and t.j softly GASPS. emotion grips and swells in his chest, and finally OVERFLOWS. t.j lunges forward, throwing his arms around bucky tightly. he inhales shakily, blues burning with moisture before tears finally spill down his cheeks. the happiest ones he has ever shed. he pulls back when he realizes he hasn’t given bucky an ANSWER yet, softly laughing at the thought. rubbing his face with the back of a hand and sniffling, he locks his gaze with bucky’s. it doesn’t take a SECOND to know what the answer is, and he’s sure bucky knows it too.

❝ there’s nothing i want more, james buchanan barnes. YES. ❞

#voitel #( *·☆ﾟ. *· the family disappointment. / verse. )#( *·☆ﾟ. *· made me feel alive when i was almost dead. / tj x bucky. )#( *·☆ﾟ. *· for a rainy day. / saved. )#( SDFGJFKDLS )#( we're both an emotional mess now omg )

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