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guessm0del · 3 months

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Little Red Riding Hood

Chapter Four: Reckoning Day

Summary: Living a life of caution for as long as she can remember, Y/N has never stayed too long in one place, always moving from town to town in hopes to hide her identity. With the Hunters Moon coming, she knows she must be extra careful, as the local culture resides heavily in the hunting of her kind. One night, when a cloaked figure unveils her secret and narrowly escapes, Y/N finds herself in a desperate situation: kill or be killed. With no face to go by, she must now search through the townsfolk before the stranger can spread the truth about her. But the task proves more than difficult when she realises her only lead is a long, crimson cloak.

Genre: horror, fantasy, little red riding hood retelling

Warnings:cursing, stalking, death, heavy smut (in later chapters)

Pairing: redridinghood!Jungwon x femwolf!reader

chapter one here

chapter two here

chapter three here

The trek through the forest is long, awkward, and incredibly quiet.

Jungwon trails behind me now, walking at a hesitant pace to ensure there’s enough distance between us.

He hasn’t said anything since we left Mary’s cottage, but then again, neither have I.

Stopping in the middle of the forests path, I wait for Jungwon to catch up to me. Just as quickly, however, he comes to a stop too, taking a step backward. “Is there something wrong?” His soft voice is soft and calm, or at least that’s how he wants it to sound. I can hear it brimming with fear.

“My dress…” I pout, pointing to the taut fabric stuck to a tree, “its caught on a branch.”

I hear him suck in a breath.

I don’t have to be telepathic to know he’s contemplating how to escape this. He’s afraid of me. And I intend to find out why.

Despite my obvious impatience, he makes no move to come closer. “Have you tried tugging it?” His voice is gentle, as though not to test my patience further.

“Twice, but it just won’t budge…” I muster the most helpless face possible and plaster it against my skin.

He’s calculating his options. He knows I’m close to Mary. He also knows I will relay all his actions to her when and if she should ask.

If Mary were to find out that her grandson refused to help her dear sweet Y/N, she’d make his stay in Avion a living hell.

He grimaces, slowly moving forward and kneeling before me. Gently manoeuvring the fabric away from the branch, he carefully tugs at the loose fragments so they don’t rip. I peer down at him, catching the way his jaw clenches in determination.

If he is who I think he is, I’m going to have to play at this very carefully. Helena and I didn’t just spend an entire year planning a siege on Avion just for it to be spoiled by a boy. Besides, it wouldn’t work if I killed him now. While Mary would likely take my side, I have no doubt the Council will point their stubby fingers to me. Not to mention, if I kill him now, everyone will know I was the last person he was seen with.

Helena’s words echo through my ears.

All good things come to those who wait.

She’s right, as always.

If I want this boy dead, I’m going to have to play chess with him first. And the first step is to move his piece as close to mine as possible so that when he gets there, I’ll be able to lean over and snap his neck.

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We make it to the town pathway and bid our farewells, parting ways in the opposite directions. The walk was quick and silent, as expected.

After the incident with the branch, I didn’t initiate any further conversation. It wasn’t like there was really any point, anyway. Every time I tried to, he’d give brief, quiet answers.

I make it to the Avion welcome post and turn back to watch him walk away. I study his figure, comparing it with a memory of a red cloak running away into the forest. Jungwon has a similar build, but then again, so do most young Avion men. Lean, tall with broad shoulders. It could’ve been anyone.

Yes, I shouldn’t be so quick to make assumptions. I need something more solid. Something clearer.

But it’s no use. The strangers face was covered during our tumble, and I can’t go by his voice as he never actually spoke. My memories can’t disclose any detailed traits, only the image of a long, dark red cloak descending into the darkness remains.

Casting one last glance back to him, I turn around to resume my journey.

A fleeting memory evades my mind and I whirl back around.

His leg.

I threw a heavy rock at him during our tumble, which by any measure, would’ve given him a noticeable limp. If it really is him, his leg will give him away for sure.

But it’s too late, Jungwon is long gone, his figure completely swallowed by the darkness of the forest.

I contemplate running after him, but it’s no use. The last thing I need is for him to know I’m onto him. It’s not like his leg can heal itself overnight.

Helena’s voice rings through my head once more.

All good things come to those who wait.

Yes.

I’ll check tomorrow.

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Roaming through endless stretches of darkness, I come to a stop as I notice something out of place. It takes me a good five minutes to realise I’m lost. You’d think such a thing to be impossible, considering werewolves simply don’t get lost. The forest is both their home and hunting ground, not to mention, I’ve hunted in these woods every night for almost a year.

Hiding under the stark shadows of the moon, a grand chapel stands proud against the quiet blur of forest, its walls painted with breathtaking swirls of gold and white.

I eye the barren gates blocking my view.

Hmmm.

I know the dark forest better than the back of my hand. The curve of every leaf, the song of every house sparrow, the whisper of every hallowed tree hidden beneath the southern sky. I would’ve noticed a grand fixture like this if I’d seen it.

You definitely weren’t here before, were you?

But, no. The trees, the shade of ebony green flooding through the forest, it’s too…..unfamiliar.

I come to the realisation that this isn’t the Dark Forest at all, but somewhere else entirely different.

Maybe I’ve gone mad…

I shrug at the thought and move forward. The gates open silently as I pass through, standing firm as I come to a stop before the chapels smooth marble steps.

Unlike the entrance, however, the grand doors make no move to welcome me inside.

Cocking my head to the side, I lift a hand to the smooth white surface, giving three firm knocks.

No response.

I sigh, turning to retreat.

They can probably sense my dark magic through the doors. It’s clear I’m not welcome in such a holy place.

Before I can turn away, a thrum of noise echoes from the other side.

Without warning, the right door creaks open, defying its twin, who stays stubbornly stuck in place as I pass through.

The interior is enormous, boasting a grand sea of pews that face a massive podium. It’s windows shower a heavenly glow from the outside world onto its empty seats.

I stop in my tracks, glancing back to the grand doors from which I came.

They’re shut solid.

Huh….

I could’ve sworn it was night time.

I turn back to the windows. Observing the harsh stretch of white oblivion behind them, I come to the sensible conclusion that I have indeed gone mad.

This place is filled with magic.

Magic has been banned from Avion since the Dark Ages.

Yes, I’m not in Avion at all, rather somewhere else entirely.

Small echoes of church choir embrace me from every corner as all thoughts of realism slip between my fingertips like sand.

I look around, expecting to find a hoard of quire children singing their hearts out, but the chapel remains empty.

Well, almost.

In the distance, I spot a figure sitting alone in the first row of pews. His back faces me as his fingers clasp desperately together in prayer, hands held high above his head. He’s too far away to call out to, so I go to step closer, only for a soft voice to stop me.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I whip my head around, fingers dancing across the hilt of my dagger with caution.

A tall young man stands at my side, admiring a large mural hanging high on the wall before him. I observe his long robes, taking careful notice of the golden silk adorning his cuffs.

A Priests cuffs.

Naturally, my gaze lifts to look upon his face, only to choke on my own breath as I realise he doesn’t have one.

That’s it, I’ve officially gone mad.

Face covered by a cloud of beige blur, the stranger stands patiently to the side as he waits for my response. It’s nearly impossible to see what he looks like.

“Beautiful?” I glance to the giant engraving of Christ before us, cocking my head to the side as I inspect its infinite detail. The carving depicts a heart wrenching image of Jesus hanging limp against the cross, his features scrunched in agony as onlookers watch his suffering from afar, unmoving from their posts.

I glance over to him, cocking a small grin. “A Priest who delights in the suffering of Christ? I can’t say I’ve met one until now.” Though I can’t be sure, I feel his smile widen at my remark.

“I’m no Priest, though I’m flattered you think so. And it isn’t Christ’s suffering I find beautiful, but rather his sacrifice.” His voice remains calm, a beacon of gentle reprieve.

Stopping in brief intervals to observe the artistry of each portrait, I hear him follow behind me as we trail down the hall, coming to a large portrait of gods greatest disciples standing atop a grand table. For a fleeting moment, I allow myself to admire them in all their glory, that is, until I realise they’re cowering above the table as a group of atheists throw food at them from below.

Why would a painting like this be allowed in here?

“What sacrifice?” I laugh, nodding my head back towards the last mural. “The one where he ties himself to a wooden post and lets people stab at him?”

He laughs, his voice a soft, song like noise that feels sinful to listen to. “You don’t believe his suffering to be honourable?”

I shrug, turning my head to the side. “A noble sacrifice, I’m sure.” My eyes dance along the carved lines, tracing the fervent colours that connect the faithful. “But a pointless one all the same.”

I hear him scoff beside me. “How so?” I glance across, scanning the blurry haze that clouds his face. “Please,” he laughs in derision, motioning a hand towards the painting, “indulge me, little bird.” I can’t help but cringe at the nickname.

Without thinking, my hand reaches up towards the engraving, letting my lips explain the difference between reality and blind faith. “Most believe God sacrificed his sons life to teach us a lesson,” my fingertips trace the carved lines as I continue, “to eradicate the temptation to sin, by showing us that his very weak, very mortal son would live a life without sin, only to die for the price of ours. An honourable contribution and yet, look at them.” I motion to the carved audience watching Christ’s suffering from afar, whose faces stain with worry and fear. Among the carved crowd, my fingers find that of a mother clutching her young son as they watch on in horror.

They, much like the rest of those watching, make no move to release Christ from his restraints. Some faithful indeed.

I turn to face him now, staring into a hidden face with features I can’t quite make out, “Such a noble sacrifice, and for what? The mortals Christ died for? They don’t care. They may hang crosses above their dinner tables and dress for church every Sunday, but their blood boils with sin. It is the very beat of our hearts between each breath that condemns us.“ I pause and lift my head high, reciting the verse my mother used to drill into me as a child, “It’s as the judgement reads, ‘we are all sinners, though some of us are far better at hiding it than others.’”

The stranger makes no move to argue with my reason. Instead, he remains silent, and though I can’t quite see, I’m certain I feel his gaze burning straight through me. “And I suppose you would consider yourself such a person?” He asks softly, as though he’s sure of my answer.

I laugh and shake my head. “I used to be. But I’m afraid a rather…..” I pause, briefly hesitating as I trace the outline of an edge, “unfortunate shortcoming has exposed a sin of mine.” My fingertip gets caught on a jagged edge, and I watch in silence as it slices through taut skin with ease.

Small drops of blood fall to the floor.

“I suppose I’m not as good at hiding my flaws as I thought.” I murmur that last part, unsure if I even meant for him to hear.

The young man steps closer, stopping just short of contact, watching, waiting, searching for something. At this proximity, I can almost make out the soft glaze of ebony eyes. Its clear he wants to ask me something, though it seems he already knows the answer. While the small distance makes me feel uneasy, I don’t turn away, opting to neglect my emotions as he involuntarily unveils them.

Anything.

His eyes nearly plead the word, as though he wants me to confess something to him. After a long moment, he realises that’s not going to happen and turns away.

He motions to a mural on our right. I follow his hand, expecting to find another glorified portrait of Christ, but no, this one’s not quite like the others at all.

Its canvas spews a swirl of fiery reds across its surface, painting a picture of terrified mortals falling into a pit of hellfire from above. I look down to its description plaque. Its design is different from the rest, with four short words etched against a small, non descriptive plate of metal.

The Day of Reckoning, it reads.

Unlike the rest, it bears no mention of a deeper meaning. No hidden message behind the portrait, only a simple title as though it was painted by a seer itself.

“Dishonesty is the quickest path to evil. You’ll do well to remember that, little bird.” I laugh at the nickname now, watching in silence as he lifts a hand out to graze his fingertips against the canvas. “They had sins too.” He sighs. “And like you, they chose to keep them secret from their forefathers.” He motions to the boiling pit of hellfire. “It’s a known fact that all sinners go to hell, but there’s a special place in hell for those who try and keep those sins secret.” I can’t see his eyes but I can tell he’s staring straight through my soul.

Before I can respond, he turns his back on me and resumes his stroll down the hall. He doesn’t look back as he calls out. “The day of reckoning will come, little bird. First, with your confession,” I watch in silence as he descends into the darkness of the Abbey, hands held firm behind his back, “and then with mine.”

Confusions flies through every crevice of my head as I try to comprehend his word. His confession? I try to call out, to shout for him to come back and answer the riddles and questions that are eating at my brain, but it’s too late, the young priest-or-not priest, is long gone.

I twirl around, eager to find anyone, anything that could give me answers. My eyes scan the endless sea of pews for the lone figure I spotted a few moments ago, but it seems he too, is long gone.

The church quire still echoes in the distance, but the chapel is truly empty now. My only company is the tall shadow attached to my feet.

I hear small drops of water fall from a leaky faucet nearby. Turning ever so slowly, I come to face a stone well that sits in the centre of the Abbey.

What in the seven hells…..

What is a waterhole doing in a church….?

Without giving my mind the right patience to answer, my feet creep forward, eyes itching with the need to see what lays inside. I nearly gasp aloud when I come to its stone edge.

Instead of water, I’m greeted with an endless stretch of oblivion that seems to descend on forever. Maybe it has water at the end, it might just be too far down for me to see.

A thought spears at my mind and my blood runs cold with dread.

Maybe it doesn’t have an end.

Curiosity gets the better of me as I grip one hand to the stone corner and lean over, squinting against the pitch black.

Still, I see no sign of an end to the well. It simply goes on and on, and I wonder, for real this time, where I truly am.

Before my mind can spiral a thousand different theories, a cold hand attaches itself to the small of my back and pushes me in.

I let out a panicked gasp and reach out for a pillar or a slab of stone I can grab onto, but it’s too late, I’m already falling down, down, down until there’s no more down to fall.

Before I plummet into the last depth of darkness, I whip my head to the cloaked figure that pushed me in, forcing my eyes to adjust to the darkness as the figure watches me from the top of the well. Face concealed by the shadow of his hood, the stranger turns to retreat, leaving a small corner of his red cloak to flap behind him before he disappears completely out of sight.

I force my drooping eyes open, denying them the reprieve of sleep as they try to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

A red cloak.

My breath catches in my throat, and I question my sanity as I fall further down the well.

Wait, or was it orange? Maybe an amber beige?

But the colour of the cloak is no matter now, for my eyes are much too tired and my bones much too sore. I feel the bottom of the well nearing and briefly ponder the thought of death.

I’ve heard stories that when one dies they experience a slow peace that floods them from all sides. All the beautiful memories of their life flash before their eyes in slow motion.

Where is this the peace they speak of?

Why isn’t everything in slow motion? Why instead, am I falling ridiculously fast to my death?

Is this what it’s really like? A tumbling, torturous rotation of fear? A well with no end? A faceless figure?

I hear the echo of my screams ricochet off the bottom of the well, and when I glance behind me I realise I was right.

There is water after all.

An endless, black pit of it.

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Authors Note:

…..I have no words for how sorry I am at how long it took me to write this……..

…..really, no words…..🥲🔫

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raayllum · 1 year

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Ezran didn’t have to look up to see Callum at the entrance of his tent, the moonlight clinging to his frame the way it had ever since his brother had connected to the moon arcanum a good year ago, shortly after fleeing Umber Tor and before Aaravos’ release... A year.

It felt like it’d been so much longer somehow, even if his voice still cracked.

“You should get some sleep, Ez,” Callum said, his voice hoarse but gentle. Hints of a bandage poked out under the armour they rarely took off, the knot neat and tidy; Rayla’s handiwork, then, as Callum placed a drink down in front of him and then took a look at his map.

It was one Callum had drawn, when the war map at the castle wouldn’t do and was hardly portable, and they needed ones of the surrounding areas. It was half the reason Callum went flying these days, scouting ahead to bring back reports and then sketch the landscape out. He studied the last piece Ezran had moved, a square one with the sigil of Katolis on it.

“You’re sure you want us by the river tomorrow?” he asked, contemplative.

“Well what do you suggest?” Ezran snapped, and then took a breath, steadying himself. “Sorry, I just...”

Callum’s hand landed, a warm and comforting weight on his shoulder, unlike the crown at his brow. “It’s fine. You’ve eaten recently?”

“Corvus brought something over earlier.” Ezran rubbed his palm into his eyes, numbers in his head. 500 men for every flagstone piece. Fifteen—no, thirteen, they’d lost two yesterday because of the mud slide and the cavern and stupid dark magic and—thirteen remaining. And they had to move camp tomorrow if they didn’t want to be blocked in on both sides. “What would you suggest instead of the river?”

“I was thinking going up the back end of the mountain, but that wouldn’t exactly provide a water source... Although I could probably spell us up some rainfall?”

“Oh. Right.” Ezran took the centre flagstone piece and dragged it along to the base of mountain. He sighed. “You were always better at this. Remembering battles and stuff. So was Dad. I don’t get why...” He cast a look to the abandoned chess game he’d given up on that afternoon, too frustrated by playing as his own opponent and tormented trying to figure out why Aaravos insisted on the boy king being his. “Why me?”

“Who knows how he thinks?” Callum muttered darkly, even if Ezran knew that Callum knew more of Aaravos’ mind than his brother wanted to. He let loose his own sigh. “You’re the king. I’m your general. And more than that, you’re my brother. I trust you. Harrow—Dad didn’t always have answers, either. But he relied on the people around him. You’re not like Aaravos, Ez—you’re not alone. I promise.”

Callum removed off his crown, setting it aside on the table before kissing his forehead, and shooing him off the cot in the corner while Callum oversaw the map and jotted down notes in the back of his spellbook. Ezran laid there and wondered how many would (hopefully) match his own in when they went over it in the morning. If Callum would likewise agree he had to be deployed away to lead some troops in the most dangerous part of the mountain range, and risk life and limb like a general, not a brother, would.

He turned away from the pointed ceiling of fabric, shifting to lay more comfortably on his side—his gaze unintentionally falling to the half-finished chess game. A new lump formed unbidden in his throat.

No, he wasn’t alone—surrounded by friends Aaravos was forcing him to treat as pawns. Ezran swallowed hard, thinking of the last choice he’d made on the night of his coronation, when Lady Justice had forced him to choose—and he’d chosen all three, determined to see humanity in all, to balance the scales, to not too hastily draw his sword.

Justice cannot be denied.

But perhaps there was no justice in war—just winners and losers—and that was the most unfair thing of all.

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tonys-fav-bitch · 9 months

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Plot Twist || Reader x Moonboys

Moon Knight AU

Word Count: Around 1.3k

Summary: in which your boss sends you to keep an eye on a possible avengers recruit. You’re tasked with following him, figuring out who he is, and if he’s good enough for the team. That’s it. But it’s never that simple.

Warnings: None (I don’t think?) it’s really just a story full of fluff.

MARC SLOWLY WALKED out of your bedroom. He was nervously fiddling with the t-shirt that you had given him. His heart was pounding and he felt like he was going to have a panic attack, but he tried breathing through it. He knew he could do this - and he wanted to.

"There you are." You said sweetly as your eyes landed on the man.

"Here I am. ." He responded, scratching the back of his neck.

"Steven asked if he should be worried that you have men's clothes here." He said lightheartedly.

You laughed as you cooked, elegantly moving around the small kitchen. You set her spatula down and looked to the man.

"Is he. . Jealous?" You raised an eyebrow teasingly.

"Little bit." Marc felt the tension slowly leaving his body as you fell into comfortable banter.

"I assure you that Steven - and you - have nothing to worry about. I stole them from an old friend of mine back home." You said as your cheeks turned pink.

"Sorry, I don't mean to insinuate that you like me or have to like me. I was just -" You began to ramble as you tried to fix your mistake.

Marc smiled softly and closed the gap between the two of you, standing in front of your short person. He raised his hand hesitantly before wrapping it around yours.

"No, no. . I understand what you were saying." He assured you.

Your skin burned at his touch, in the best way possible. Steven was so lighthearted and silly, while Marc was mysterious and dark. It drove you crazy. You wanted to know everything about him.

"Well. . Good. Take a seat and I'll serve you." You told him, shooing him towards the table.

He happily obliged and took a seat, adjusting the sweatpants that hung on his hips. You set a plate in front of him consisting of a small stack of pancakes and waffles. You set syrup in the middle of the table before grabbing yourself a plate and sitting opposite of the man.

"I wasn't sure what you guys liked so I just made both." You said referring to the breakfast items, a nervous glint in your eyes.

"I'm good with anything. Steven prefers pancakes." He chuckled as he dug in.

"I'll keep that noted." You said as you tapped your head.

The two of you fell into a few minutes of comfortable silence before you decided to request something from him.

"So, Marc. Just like I asked Steven to, tell me about yourself."

"I - uh. There's really not much to tell." He told you.

You studied his reaction and saw the nervousness and uncomfortable look he suddenly held. You would have to take it much slower with Marc, you realized. He wasn't an open book like Steven.

"Let's start simple. Tell me this, what's your favorite movie? Because I already know how much Steven loves The Mummy."

☽ ♞ ☾

Marc was sat on the couch, waiting for you to find a particular blanket you were looking for. He watched you with humor in his eyes as you scurried around the apartment, looking for the item.

After a few minutes, you returned to the living room, wrapped up in a large fluffy blanket. You took a seat near the man and glanced at him.

"Sorry, I tend to misplace things." You giggled as you grabbed the remote and pressed play on the movie.

The two sat near one another, your knees almost touching. Marc glanced to you and back to the tv, contemplating what to do. Should he hold you? Or should he just stay where he was? He didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"You can lay with me. . If you want?" You broke his train of thought. It was as if you could read his mind.

He looked over to you, to see you holding your arms open towards him. Without hesitation, he dove into your arms and laid his head on your chest. You giggled at his eagerness and wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm sorry. . You just don't know how long I've waited for this." He admitted in just barely a whisper.

"Really?" You asked with surprise.

He nodded his head in reply, resting his palm against your stomach. You bit at your lip before reaching up and running your fingers through his wild curls - causing him to let out a sigh of content.

You didn't press further and adjusted the blanket so it was covering the both of you. Your focus became engrossed in the movie and that's how you two spent their day off.

☽ ♞ ☾

You were stood at the museum gift shop, a clipboard in your hands as you examined the items for purchase. You had to keep rereading the words on the paper - as your mind was completely distracted with thoughts of Marc and Steven.

Your heart fluttered at the mere thought of the men, a smile always finding a way to your lips when thinking of them. You had come to the realization that you were inevitably falling in love. You knew you shouldn't be and you knew you should feel guilty - in a way you did. Would you ever be able to tell the boys the real reason you came into their lives? They would probably hate you.

That thought made your stomach drop. Should you just tell them now instead of pushing it off? You didn't know what to do. It was another instance of when Natasha would come to your rescue. But that was no more. And you certainly weren't going to ask Peter, the 15 year old, about it. You were on your own and it was nerve wracking.

"Love." The familiar sweet British accent rang in your ears, pulling you back to reality.

You spun on your heels, now facing an adorable Steven. His lips were broken into his toothy smile and all you wanted to do was plant kisses along his face. But you refrained - hardly.

"Hey, you." You beamed as you set your clipboard down and stepped towards him, gently tugging him closer by his jacket.

His curls were wild and unruly - and you loved them that way. His eyes carried bags underneath, alerting you to his lack of sleep. A frown immediately replaced your grin.

"You didn't sleep did you?" You asked him, your voice filled with worry.

You hadn't seen him in a day or two - ever since you met Marc for the first time. He had been busy with work and what you assumed was Moon Knight business.

"I uh. . no." He admitted, a frown now on his face.

"Well. . I guess you know what that means?" You tilted your head slightly as you asked him. He shook his head no and gave you a confused look.

"It means you have to sleep with me tonight." You told him, a smile popping back onto your lips.

Steven's eyes widened at your words. He knew what you meant, but he couldn't help but think about the other thing. He blushed deeply before smiling at you.

"That is very much needed." He told you, an eager look in his eyes.

"Marc says it's just what he needs." He added on with an eye roll, making you laugh.

"Tell Marc, there's enough of me for both of you this evening." You sent him a wink, knowing it would make the man blush even more.

"I uh -"

"Bye, love." You turned and grabbed your clipboard, walking away from the awestruck Steven.

He was stood stuck in his spot, his eyes wide with adoration and lust as he watched you walk away. Marc was rattling around inside his head, demanding him to go after you. Marc wanted to continue that conversation.

"No, no. I have work to do." Steven took a deep breath as he calmed himself, still watching your retreating figure.

"We gotta keep ourselves in control." He muttered to his alter before trudging towards the cash register.

☽ ♞ ☾

#marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #wattpad #fanfic #marc spector x you #au #jake lockely x reader #steven grant x you

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swallowerofdharma · 1 year

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What Guts is for Griffith

a dispassionate analysis written for a better understanding of both characters and of Berserk

Part 2: “Monsters like this cannot exist”, and autumnal leaves

I love this part of the story. With the band of the Hawk gaining success battle after battle in the Hundred-Years War, Griffith is knighted and secures himself a title and increasing influence in the eyes of the king of Midland, as well as powerful enemies between the conservative parts of the nobility. Zodd makes his appearance, with the ominous feeling that something behind the human existence is threatening and surpassing human control. Charlotte is being introduced and Casca’s feelings are unraveled.

After being both injured in their encounter with Zodd, Guts and Griffith talk on a staircase. It is autumn (秋 aki)*.

“That’s… another one I owe you. …Why is it? Three years ago you said ‘I can’t lose such an excellent soldier’. But to put your life on the line for just one soldier. That’s a hotheaded thing for a calm, composed guy like you to do. So why?”

The atmosphere in these pages is undoubtedly romantic, not only in the words or the silences, in the stares and expressions, in a significant moment between Guts and Griffith being interrupted by the king and the introduction of Charlotte into the narrative. But other elements have also the function of creating nostalgic, contemplative feelings: in the autumnal leaves falling around them (紅葉かつ散る momiji katsu chiru) later in the full moon (月 tsuki: the word "moon" by itself is assumed to be a full moon in autumn) while Guts looks at the night sky*. On Tsukimi day (contemplation of the Autumn Moon) during the Heian eve (794-1185), the members of the Court used to look at the moon as a source of musical and poetical inspiration. It is not accident, according to the Japanese, that the fresh and clear air in the autumn offers more favorable conditions to be enchanted by the moon.

If we look at it with a broader perspective, it isn’t really only about stereotypical romantic feelings or sexual attraction between Guts and Griffith. But it is about Guts failing to understand what is going on with Griffith once again. Guts craves affection, but isn’t able to recognize it. When Griffith goes to help him standing up when fighting Zodd, Guts is mostly disappointed in himself about needing help from his commander, mad about the dynamic that comes back and sees Griffith being the one doing the rescue. The issue is amplified by Casca’s reactions and open reprimands: once again Guts is made to feel inadequate and reckless, a danger to Griffith, rather than his right hand. Of course he isn’t taking notice of all the other times he helped by simply being an incredible swordsman in battle and captain of the Raiders. He doesn’t recognize the praise or the deep admiration coming from his men and Griffith himself. Griffith isn’t communicating effectively either, he prefers to plan accordingly to how he perceives Guts will behave, without discussing with him at length. That Guts doesn’t know what his place is it’s evident because he needs to ask again why Griffith rushed to help, putting himself in danger. Griffith’s answer isn’t a direct answer, but the eye contact is deep, meaningful and a bit challenging, and in the moment Guts seems to get caught in it. I am fascinated by how these two characters are a study in contrasts. Griffith is often described as having feminine features, but looking at his features and at Guts simultaneously, Griffith is the one with eyes that can be cold and with a deep and sinister stare. Guts’ eyes are more rounded and framed with beautiful and long eyelashes, visible in the upper and lower lids. He has often moments in these early years, before the eclipse, when his gaze is very soft, mostly around Griffith, and later, after understanding her better, with Casca. To others that aren’t close to him, for example Corkus, he appears rather “brooding”. Being very buff and tall, next to Griffith he appears the more masculine, but when Griffith is pictured beside Charlotte or Casca he is clearly a man. Only after his rebirth, his beauty and his androgynous traits will be highlighted to create an uncanny effect of something more than human.

So in these moments when Griffith’s behavior or his words imply his affection, Guts isn’t taking enough notice. Or he just chooses to believe something else. In this case, that romantic atmosphere is easily redirected to Griffith’s encounter with Charlotte. Their first interaction has some cleverly used romantic cliché, like her stumbling and him catching her. There is also a confrontation with general Julius, where Griffith’s dangerous side makes an appearance and functions as introduction to a new series of events. Guts is rather taking notice of the interest Griffith is showing towards the princess when she is leaving. To me, Griffith’s expression seems more contemplative and guarded, as if assessing how this encounter happened at that precise time, as “preordained by destiny”, indicating him the right path to follow. But Guts is simply reading it as Griffith being interested in the girl, Griffith not being interested in him that way then, Griffith being “just a man looking at a girl”, an echo of Guts thinking of him being “just a kid” three years ago. That would explain his rumination on the rooftop that night, when he is looking at the full moon and seeing Griffith’s expressions from earlier, but somewhat making sense of it in a renewed sense of loyalty as Griffith’s soldier: “I don’t know if this is the answer I was searching for or not, but for now… for now I’ll wield my sword. For his sake”.

*I am noticing visual elements that correspond to words (or phrases) associated with a particular season, known as kigo (季語, "season word"). For example, the moon is an autumn kigo.

From a Japanese person’s perspective, autumn begins after the Obon holidays in the middle of August. Obon is a spiritual event in Japan when the souls of ancestors return to this world and are welcomed back for a few days until they once again depart. [Appearance of Zodd and of the supernatural elements] It is said that, after experiencing this period and transitioning into autumn, people get a sense of their own existence within the passage of time as it flows from the past to the present, making this a season of high spirituality. (…) Autumn (…) is a highly aesthetic season that requires the most of our five senses. After the burning heat of summer, life gradually withers and declines, welcoming the season of sleep that begins in autumn. Because we perceive this evanescence, we crave human warmth and contact. And that might be why in the autumn we feel the need to write letters, meet with old friends and share meals together, and enjoy outings. [Guts and Griffith talking outside, the king and his entourage going to a walk, the autumn hunt] Autumn is clearly a season that is richly portrayed in Japanese classical literature. For example, in the description of the autumn garden in The Tale of Genji, there are elements of gaiety and eroticism within loneliness, as well as a sense of deep contemplation and admiration toward the Imperial Court culture. And against the backdrop of the Suma Sea in autumn, feelings of desolation and conflict are expressed in great detail. (...) In Japanese novels it is quite common to find descriptions of the sky inserted into the story to reveal a mood. Source: How Autumn Fills Japanese Hearts: Interview with University of Tokyo Professor Robert Campbell

Other seasonal elements portrayed in the chapter of the autumn hunt.

Audio of Sodō Yokoyama, known as the Leaf Flute Zen Master, playing a song by whistling on a leaf.

A side note: Mine isn’t a shipper’s perspective, because I’d rather not go outside of what the text is giving me and I don’t want to force elements to it that wouldn’t belong to the world building. For example, if the fantasy world that Miura was imagining was formed taking inspiration from both the European Renaissance and the Japanese Age of the Samurai, then ideas of “sexual orientation” or “homosexuality” were completely different from today and sexual practices wouldn’t have have a strong connection to one’s identity. Men enjoying sexual activities with other men wouldn’t have prevented the idea or prospective of them having a wife or being attracted to women. I believe there are certain nuances in Berserk that can be lost if we assume limited or strict parameters. But I don’t have a problem in considering that, in many instances, Guts and Griffith’s relationship is ambiguous and runs much deeper than anything words like friendship or being comrades could suggest. And the only words that to me are able to describe the relationship between Guts and Griffith are longing or yearning, an unfulfilled desire that can easily switch between love and hate, attraction and repulsion, admiration and envy, need and control. And I think it is done that way on purpose, but not maliciously, “homophobic” or “queer baiting”, or not being enough courageous to “make it gay”. It is definitely queer, with this one being the word I can think about that has more flexibility, that can indicate also the in-between, as well as the attractive mixing of feminine and masculine traits and qualities in most of the preeminent characters: Guts, Griffith and Casca especially. Guts is being portrayed as very tall, muscular and physically strong, charging his enemies with the bigger sword possible. But his eyes and various traits of his personality are designed to contrast that. When the story progresses behind the theme of regret/revenge - as it was supposed to be, being this a manga and not Hollywood - Guts sheds his action hero persona in favor of being more reactive than active, like he was during the Golden Age, leaving the responsibility of moving the story forward to Griffith (and arguably it has always been Griffith the one the plot revolves around). In my first impression of Guts, in the Guardians of Desire chapters, I was comparing him at one point to Sarah, the protagonist of the film Labyrinth. In terms that don’t want to be derogatory at all, I was thinking of Guts as the heroine of the story rather than the hero, since he appeared to me to have more inner qualities than traditional male heroes have in the media I am familiar with. And I am all for it. Griffith on the other hand is very deceiving, his beauty and androgynous presence are hiding a core made of ambition, inability to compromise, fierce independence and emotional repression, a strong and at moments violent desire to secure a place at the top for himself, and those are definitely traits associated with extreme masculinity. Another thing I don’t understand why is people assuming that Casca is Guts�� girlfriend. Their relationship can’t really be over-simplified and is less idealistic and more grounded in real life experiences than that. They bonded over their shared pain of looking at Griffith from a distance. Casca’s feelings of tenderness for Guts were genuine but her feelings for Griffith were still true as well. She developed a new understanding and became more attached to Guts as soon as he was truly vulnerable in front of her, and he was definitely discovering sex as something enjoyable with her. But they aren’t in love just like that. Even after, Guts feelings are conflicted because of Griffith on so many levels, still. And his longing for Griffith, now primarily fueled by desire for revenge, isn’t that different from Griffith’s longing for Guts during his imprisonment. Often one thing doesn’t exclude another. The story of Berserk is this good because of this flexibility, ambiguity and queerness.

#berserk #berserk meta #berserk manga #griffith #berserk guts #manga analysis #eri reads berserk #brief notes on shipping: it won’t be the perspective for these analyses #griffguts #gutsca

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links : statistics. wanted plots. tags. pinterest.

・｡ [ drew starkey . cis man . he/him ] - howard wamsley was blasting immortal by 21 savage on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the twenty - eight year old weekend sports anchor has been given a reputation of being vulgar , but also funny. [ copious amounts of hair gel, sunglasses hung from the collar of a polo, modernized vintage car ]

quick stats

introducing howard ellis wamsley jr.

known as. howie to most.

birthdate. 2 august.

zodiac big three. leo sun, taurus moon, sagittarius rising.

sexuality. very bisexual!!!! but he's never claimed it in any meaningful way.

residence. probably a way-too-expensive apartment that he's turned into a bachelor pad. rooms with one other person (eyes emoji!!!!!)

occupation. weekend sports anchor on the local news.

education. bachelor of arts in broadcast and digital journalism, high school diploma.

inspiration(s). unashamedly rafe cameron (outer banks), stewy hosseini!!!!! (succession), jeff winger (community), and any overgrown frat boy you might know.

history

tw slight mentions of drugs, bullying, homophobia

howie's parents met as news anchors of a very well known morning program in manhattan!! the pair fell in love, despite both of them already being married. it was quite the scandal, eventually culminating in both of them being fired. by then elizabeth, his mom, was already pregnant with him. and so, the pair move to boston! where a lot of howie's maternal family lived. howard sr. picked up another morning show anchor job and elizabeth became a stay-at-home mom.

his parents both came from poor-as-dirt stretches in the deep south. they embodied every facet of what it means to be 'new money', hence their penchant for throwing together gaudy displays of their wealth (large, lavish parties, expensive furniture, the 'good china/towels' howie was never allowed to touch, etc); the wamsleys spared no expense. this much was true when it came to their son, too! howie was spoiled ROTTEN and doted on endlessly with affections that were overbearing at worst and helicopter parent-esque at best. howie's life was largely free of consequence.

school is a breeze for him. it's a no brainer too. he's rich, an athlete (soccer!!!), and charismatic enough to be voted vice prez in their student government. through that, he was made to do the morning announcements which led to him finding his own love for broadcasting! if it hadn't been for that, he probably would've pursued soccer professionally.

there were just two pitfalls to being howie wamsley jr. (1) the fact that he was incredibly short and skinny until he was sixteen (oh and a little gay but that never wore off)- but his father thought it best to counter that by making him do soccer from a young age. that way, at least he'd have something to say when his aunts prod about about howie being weird (gay) and later, a bad influence on his younger cousins (does drugs). he was good at the sport, yes, but much to howard sr.'s dismay, it only made howie extremely aware of his physical shortcomings. that's just the cesspit of toxic masculinity inherent to young men in organized sports for ya!! he adapted anyways, that's what he'll tell you- howie resigned to being the funny one. that way, at least he'd be laughing with them. (2) the intense pressure of filling his father's shoes now that he was going into the same field. well, (3) if you count being named like a pizza chain.

he moves to austin for college, studying broadcast and digital journalism at the university of texas. full disclosure, for those four years, he is the frattiest, douchiest guy ever. basked in the fact that girls finally took him seriously! but the years pass by in the blink of an eye. after he graduates, he contemplates working with his father in boston but decides against it. thought howard might be even more proud if he were to stay and build a name for himself.

and that, he does! he's been working in the field for sometime and he now he works as a weekend sports anchor for the local news. his downtime sees him nosediving into a baggie of whatever powder's in front of him (usually on golf courses) and working through a 12 pack of miller lite.

personality

confident, funny, vulgar, hedonistic, charismatic, facetious

confident. soooooo cocky. genuinely believes he can do anything and much better than you can. mama wamsley is to blame for this.

funny / charismatic. teeters on flamboyant. very likable guy with an unfaltering wit. very casually affectionate. loves bestowing a nickname on his second time meeting someone again.

facetious. has a talent for taking jokes too far.

hedonistic. he has no qualms about indulging in something if he wants to. he's the biggest foodie. loves a silly little drink with a silly little prop. loves shopping for clothes, watches, chains, etc. but it's a double edged sword as he's probably a functioning coke addict. and alcoholic maybe? he doesn't know. doesn't care enough to know. also very noncommittal in romantic relationships because of it.

vulgar / blunt. swears a lot. has no filter when he talks and is always talking at like a decent volume which is a winning combo. has apologized to countless moms for saying unspeakable things when he wasn't aware a 3 foot tall human was behind him.

wanted plots

you can find them linked at the top of this post!

psd credit

psd is brewing by jessource.

#atxfm.intro #this is my demon son

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pnw-chaplain · 1 year

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On Men Having Emotions in Space

Watched 2001: A Space Odyssey last night and:

WOW WOW WOW THEY MADE THIS BEFORE THE MOON LANDING

This movie had men in space who felt some emotions, but it was not what I would call a "Men Having Emotions in Space" movie

What is a "Men Having Emotions in Space" movie (MHEIS)? It's a jokey term I came up with after watching Ad Astra and realizing that part of what appealed to me about it was that it spent so much time reflecting on the main character's loneliness and his desire to connect with his missing father, and used the expanse of space itself to make room for those feelings.

I've watched movies and shows that take place in space before--Firefly, Star Wars, Doctor Who, etc.--but there it felt like space was not much more than a way to have extra fun with setting and characters.

In Ad Astra, space is almost another character, but rather than actively engaging with McBride and others, it simply exists and the human characters have to react to it. They respond with fear, awe, depression. Space is so vast and so unfeeling that humans turn inward, and our focus turns to their inner lives because there is so little outward for them to really latch onto.

Another movie I'd classify as MHEIS is Sunshine, which a lot of people don't really like but which is one of my partner's favorite movies and which I really enjoyed too.

Sunshine shows a crew having to confront matters of spirituality, trust, the value of one life over many, all in a small group of people who live on a ship strapped to the back of a nuclear bomb meant to be fired into the center of the sun to revive it. Here, there's not just the emptiness of space that prompts these powerful reflections and feelings, but the sun itself becomes divine in the eyes of multiple characters. Being in the presence of even a tiny percentage of its rays about Mercury's distance away from it has profound effects on how those who experience it think about themselves and their fellow humans. This isn't because the sun magically speaks to them or anything; the simple exposure of the sun's light and heat prompts them to go inward and think on what something so intense means.

The movie has a weird structure because two thirds are this moody, slow-ish character study, and then the last third is kind of a slasher film until the last few minutes. What I like about the first part though is exactly the meditative pace, just like with Ad Astra, where you have time to really reflect on what it must be like to be in a small group (or even alone) in the vast emptiness of space, where the void really does gaze back into you and you're forced to confront things that lie deep within because space gives you nothing.

2001 also has a very slow meditative pace, but it's not so much to give space for these big reflections and emotions. The characters don't seem very interested in the vast void of space until they're directly vulnerable to it (hell, Dr. Floyd sleeps on his flight from Earth to a space station, even as "The Blue Danube" plays and we watch the station and other satellites dance above the world). The pace feels more in service of the audience directly, to appreciate the gorgeous design and to contemplate the themes of progress and violence. This, to me, means it's not MHEIS.

The "Men" in "Men Having Emotions in Space" is also important to me. In so many sci-fi stories, men predominantly take action and go on adventure and either save the day or fail. Maybe they have individual emotions--fear in 2001 when HAL goes rogue, fury and despair in The Empire Strikes Back when Luke learns his enemy is his father--but the movie doesn't give room for itself to be about the emotions of men. In a society where men aren't taught to identify their feelings and can easily live quite emotionally stunted lives, it's really meaningful to me to see movies where men have little to do but feel deeply.

Something that I haven't yet seen in MHEIS movies, but is hopefully out there, is what happens when one turns away from the great void of space and turns back toward Earth, toward home. Sunshine features a room on the ship that projects things like ocean waves and birdsong, to be used by crewmembers when they're overwhelmed and homesick, but we don't hear as much about how being in space changes their relationship with their planet. Ad Astra comes a bit closer, ending with McBride returning to Earth and starting to open his heart to human connection again after confronting his loneliness, but we really only see this in the very last moments of the film.

In real life, however, this seems to be a major part of the experience of being in space. Astronauts speak of what's called the "overview effect," the huge mental shift that occurs when you look down on the surface of Earth and realize you can't see borders, buildings, or people, but you can see both the tremendous beauty and the human-caused destruction of our home. They describe a deep sense of connectedness to all life on Earth and a desire to put aside conflicts in the name of protecting something so precious. It's a beautiful thing that we've only been able to really have in the last 60 years.

On the more bleak side, there's what's probably the most stark example MHEIS from real life, when William Shatner got to briefly go into space with Blue Origin:

I want more of this in movies. I want the men who go to space and have their Big Feelings about humanity and themselves get to be seen being changed by those feelings and coming home to live anew.

What I love about MHEIS is the time and the depth, the rich spaciousness of what is awakened in these men. I wonder about the potential of MHEIS movies to invite those of us watching to experience these emotions ourselves, and let them transform how we interact with our fellow humans on our little blue marble of a planet. Can we let even a simulated void open us up to what lies deep within our hearts, and can we allow what we find there to come forth and speak to us?

#film #sci fi #ad astra #sunshine #2001 a space odyssey #ad astra spoilers #sunshine spoilers #2001 a space odyssey spoilers #film analysis #overview effect #space #space travel #science fiction #speculative fiction

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Hi! your writing is so amazing and I always come back to the Geto x reader works you did. I’d love to request a strong female reader whos a warrior that catches Geto’s eye. I know this is vague but I hope it can give you some ideas. Again thank you for your amazing writing its so entertaining 💗💗

The Commander: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: NSFW

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Suguru knew what might happen if he began allowing females into the King's Guard.

He knew what circumstances he would be putting his men - and himself - in if he did this.

But his troops were so few... and the King himself even had the grand idea that it would be best if they had women in the Gaurd to boost morale in his regime.

He caved the day Satoru - with his glassy blue eyes and somber expression - told him that he had to fix public opinion in his favor - or else. Suguru knew this threat was hollow, but the fact that Satoru - his best friend since childhood - thought it was time, well... that was enough to persuade him.

As announcements went out around the country, Suguru didn't really expect anyone to show up for training. Training as a King's Guard was brutal, and the regiment would include fasting, staying awake for three nights in a row, and building rapport with the others in order to complete the final task - a trek up the highest peak in the middle of winter.

And at first, no one did. Suguru smirked to himself every day that passed, bringing forth no new women into the fold. Perhaps things could be kept as they were. Things could remain as they always had been, and no one would get hurt.

But on the third day of recruitment, you came swaggering in through the gates of the training grounds, pack loaded up on your back and eyes determined.

Everyone held their breath - that's something that Suguru remembered quite well - until you stated your name loudly for all to hear, and dumped your pack onto the ground with a thud.

"I'm y/n from the Whispering Hills," you stated, hands resting on your hips. "And I've come to join the King's Guard."

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Everyone knows better than to laugh at a child of the Whispering Hills. The people from that area of the country are famed for their ruthlessness, unwavering loyalty, and quick tempers. They also believe in the Old Gods, which were banned from being worshipped long ago by the king before Satoru's father.

But no one seems to care that you wake up at the crack of dawn, walk out into the field with your nightclothes still on, and kneel in the direction of the hills with your eyes closed and hands folded in prayer.

No one says a word when you stay behind to eat and the others go off to pay tribute to the New Gods with offerings of wheat, grains, and fruits.

No one, not even Suguru, bothers you when you slay an animal and burn it on a makeshift altar (animal sacrifices are also forbidden) because they know you will cut them to pieces without even blinking an eye. And you'd be fully justified in doing so.

Suguru watches you do all of this, his eyes assessing you carefully as you train with the other men without missing a beat, without being injured or tapping out.

And for some reason, the deepest fear he had begins to blossom in his chest like an unbidden guest taking residence in his space. He's watched you for a few weeks now, just being yourself - but has never spoken to you one-on-one. Why hasn't he just--

"Commander."

The voice belongs to you, and you stand above him, looking just as you did on the first day you arrived. Suguru's eyes dilate and he swallows hard past the lump in his throat.

"Yes, y/n?"

"I must request a short leave of absence to meet with my people at the foot of the hills. It is festival season."

"I cannot permit you to leave training for your festivals," Suguru looks back down at his papers, shrugging. "You made a commitment to remain here with us during your training. You must keep that promise or be kicked out of this year's recruits."

Suguru doesn't see the shift in your stance, but he can feel the air around him shift from respectful to hostile. When he looks up at your expression, though, you look perfectly fine.

"Understood."

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But things were not fine.

"Sir! She's refusing to do anything, and we can't complete the trek up the mountain without her in our group."

Suguru's had enough of your non-compliance. Ever since he said "no" to you going back to your hometown, you'd been unmoved from your station in your tent. Festival season was long over, but you'd remained in your tent, alone, and unwilling to reemerge.

The flaps on the tent swing open as Suguru storms in, his hair and eyes wild with disdain.

"Get up," he mutters, and you rise from your bed, looking over at him with bleary eyes. "You made a commitment."

"You do not honor my gods," you begin, wiping your eyes. "I will not come out until the moon has completed its course."

"I said, get up." Against his better judgment, Suguru pulls you up out of your bed by your arm and drags you to your feet. You sneer at him and bark the command to let you go, but Suguru ignores you - again, a poor move on his part. Because then, without speaking, you launch into an attack.

Suguru's been studying you carefully, and he knows your go-to moves, dodging them with ease and skill. You can hardly catch him off guard as your fight spills out into the open, calling the attention of all of the guards-in-training around you.

Suguru's long hair flies in the wind as he ducks, avoids, swiftly blocks, all while you're on the offensive, face turning a deep shade of red as you try to land a single blow on his body. If you could just get him once... then you'd have a personal achievement and a justified temper.

"Your temper is unyielding," Suguru pants, face splitting into a wild grin. "But your body cannot last as long as mine."

"We'll see about that," you reply, hands and fists flying with precision. After a few more moments of this back-and-forth, Geto stops you with two well-timed punches; one to the stomach, and one to the chest. You stumble back to catch your breath, vision blurring, but his hands grip yours behind your back, twisting them painfully.

"Yield."

"I will not yield," you grit out, pain shooting up your arms.

"Yield and I will spare you the punishment that follows."

"I will not yield!" you scream, bucking against the brute strength of the man.

"Your pride will cost you, then."

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Your pride cost you more than just discomfort.

As you lay at the foot of Suguru's bed, your mouth whispers silent curses upon the Commander.

"Hush," Suguru gripes from his perch at his desk. "Your cursing is much too loud for my ears. I must focus."

"I hope you're never able to focus again," you snap, hands tied behind you.

"Such a sweet thing to say to your commander, soldier."

"I hope you choke on it." Suguru looks up from his book, but not at you, contemplating taming that snarky mouth of yours. But he decides against it, returning to his scribing.

Why are his hands shaking so bad, though? Had it really been so long since he felt challenged in a fight? And not only challenged but terribly aroused?

Suguru tries to fight these feelings day in and day out, looking at you with some terrible form of lust in his mind circling around him and making him go insane.

What could he do?

What should he do?

When he sees you laying on the floor with a death glare, he wants to break out into laughter and tell you to lighten up, but he knows if he does, he'll be ruined as a commander in your eyes. He must be stern, tough, unyielding, unshaken. All the things he's always been.

"You take yourself too seriously," you whisper, and Suguru looks over at you again, his brow raised.

"And you don't?"

"This isn't about me," you mutter, looking over your shoulder at your tied hands. "This is about your appearance." She's not wrong. "You want to seem strong. I've been eyeing you, Commander. I know how you work."

"Then you know I'm not going to let you get away with anything because you're a woman."

"But you do have a soft spot for me." Suguru rolls his eyes, despite you being absolutely right. "That's why I thought you'd let me go home for a few days. I see the way you look at me. Have you seen the way I look at you?"

"Don't," Suguru bites out, trying his best to avoid looking you in the eye. "Don't do that."

"Have you thought about me in your bed, Commander?" Suguru's breath hitches and he wonders if you'd snuck into his mind at some point, watching him watching you. "Or should I call you Suguru?"

The alarm bells in his mind are ringing, but something in Suguru lurches anyway, wanting you to say his name like that again.

"Y/n, this is neither the time, nor the place, nor the man you want to test you womanly wiles on."

"Oh?" You produce both of your hands, now untied, for him to see. "Or is it the perfect time, the perfect place, and the perfect man who has me all alone in his tent for the evening?" Suguru stiffens as you walk around to where he's seated, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "You going to show me who the strongest is, Commander? Or are you going to sit there and let yourself be taken by a woman, again?"

The answer is clear by the third hour of the morning.

Your hips smack backward, and Suguru hisses, hand coming down on your asscheek again.

"Tell me who the strongest is," Suguru huffs above you, one hand holding both of your wrists on the bed.

"You are," you breathe, looking over your shoulder at his pleased expression, dark eyes drinking in your features with the lust you'd preyed on earlier. "You're the strongest."

"That's right," Suguru exhales, leaning over your back and whispering in your ear. "I'll always be the strongest between the two of us. Don't forget that, y/n."

#geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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A Moment, No More

Written for @lazy-angel-kitten as part of my 500 follower celebration

Mitsuhide, Moments, Something Blue, Angsty!

Approx. 1400 words

Mitsuhide walked through the castle in the cool morning. Pale light gilded the crown of his hair and lit his amber eyes with a soft glow. Anyone that saw him would say he was beautiful. Anyone but the woman he had eyes for.

She was already up, her hair tucked into a bun at the back of her head. A few wisps already sought escape, curling around her delicate ears and the tender skin at the back of her neck.

His fingers sought that silken thread, and he wondered if each strand would feel as soft as he imagined it.

The chatelaine looked up, noticing him finally. A wary smile turned up the corners of her lips and crinkled the edges of her eyes. “Good morning Mitsuhide!”

“It is morning. Whether or not it is good . . .”

She laughed. “That’s exactly the kind of answer I expected from you.”

Mitsuhide felt a real smile threaten the mask he kept so firmly in place. “I am glad I could amuse you, but next time I will need to be less predictable.” He gave a little bow.

“Then I will look forward to it.” She reached over and patted his arm. Her hand was warm, her touch gentle.

He leaned into the touch, his body obeying its own natural laws, whatever his mind asked of it. “I brought you something.”

“A gift?” She looked up.

Mitsuhide held up a tiny bellflower and turned it in his fingers for her to see. Then he tucked it into her hair. The strands were as soft as he’d imagined. Better, even. And though it was a silly gesture, seeing her wearing Akechi blue made his heart glad. But not as glad as the soft smile that lit her eyes. That made her glow.

“Thank you.” Her hand fell away from his arm, though she didn’t step back. Her eyes met his and Mitsuhide felt his heart stir in his chest.

And then the spell broke, and the moment was gone as if it had never happened. Hideyoshi stepped out of the nearby door, his smile wide and satisfied. “I thought I heard your voice! Did you need help with-” He noticed Mitsuhide. The lack of distance between them.

“I was just wishing our chatelaine good morning.” Mitsuhide’s smile hurt but he’d rather die than let it go.

Hideyoshi’s brows drew together as he struggled with himself.

Mitsuhide waited to see what would win out. His mother hen side? His big brother complex? Or the budding love that he had yet to acknowledge?

“That’s unusual.” Hideyoshi’s eyes narrowed. “Did you need something?”

“No, in fact, I was just on my way out.” Mitsuhide gave them both a slight bow.

“Have a good day,” the chatelaine called.

Hideyoshi watched in contemplative silence until Mitsuhide was out of sight.

Mitsuhide could hear the chatelaine’s high, sweet voice even over the sounds of the castle staff as he made his way to the gate. Her voice followed him all day. From teahouse to merchant’s stall, to the docks. He couldn’t make out the words, just the sound. Like a distant song.

And then he spotted her. She was nearly at the end of the street. Hideyoshi was walking beside her and she had hold of his arm. Her face was turned up to his, eyes lit up with affection. Her sweet lips curved in a smile.

In that moment, Mitsuhide would have given anything - everything - to trade places with Hideyoshi. He would gladly accept damnation just to be the one she smiled like that for. Just for one moment.

He turned away. It tore at him inside. An itch, an ache, with no relief. Mitsuhide sought out the red lantern. An inn with companions to enjoy for an hour or two, hoping they could drive this from him. He sat at a private table, and the owner brought two beautiful women to serve him. They were beauties. Lips as red as blood, soft skin, eyes like dark pools a man could lose himself in.

Mitsuhide let them pour his sake and sit on his lap. They draped their perfumed arms around him and stroked his chest. They laughed and teased, and kissed his neck. But every touch only reminded him they were not her.

He paid and left. By then, it was dark out. The moon sat low in the sky, nearly full, bloated with its own importance. The stars drew his eyes up as he walked back to Azuchi. They were so distant. Tiny, insignificant things. Beautiful. Like the light in her eyes. Unreachable.

Mitsuhide suddenly felt sick. The sake, the smell of stale perfume and sweat, the lipstick smears on his chest and neck disgusted him. He wasn’t worthy of a love like hers. Not when her gentle rejection sent him crawling into the arms of a courtesan. He deserved the ache in his chest, the tight, roiling heat in his low belly.

The Azuchi castle baths were cold this time of night, and blessedly empty. Mitsuhide didn’t bother with a lantern. He filled a tub and shed his clothes. The cold water cleared his head as he sank down into it. With sand and fragrant herbs, he scrubbed his skin pink. He wanted to be clean, inside and out. But some filth couldn’t wash away so easily.

There was blood on his hands that no bath could remove. He was a man fated to live in darkness. To take on himself the tasks that better men could not do. It had never hurt so much before to acknowledge this . . . and yet. For her he wished . . .

Mitsuhide lay back in the water and closed his eyes. Burnished gold dimmed and hidden. His hair spread behind him like a soft cloud of pale silk. He tried to ease his grief, to forget it. To float, untouched by deep emotion. But a warm glow grew at the corners of his vision, banishing that inner darkness.

His eyes opened as he realized it was lantern light.

“Mitsuhide.” Her face hung over his, a study of light and shadows. Loose hair cascaded down her back, curling at her collarbone.

It was a dream made into life. And a joke. A taunt. He told himself to sit up. Say something sharp, witty. Cruel. Then she would leave and he would be alone. Again. He didn’t move, didn’t speak.

He could feel her eyes like a physical touch, the faintest trace of warmth as they slid from his face to his bare chest, his exposed belly, the delicate trace of hair that led down from his belly button. His breath trembled - and hers did too.

Fingers as soft as fine spun silk settled on his cheek, her thumb smoothing a drop of water from his skin. Her lips parted. And Mitsuhide damned all gods and demons as he sat up and kissed her. She was hot to the touch, like embracing the flame. Like holding to the sun.

For one moment he was blessed. And then she pushed away from him. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Her breath came in gasps. “You kissed me!”

He wanted very much to do it again. He could see all of her now. The thin, damp cloth of her gown clung to her naked body like a second skin. He could see every curve and valley of her body and he ached to trace paths on it with his fingertips. With his tongue.

“What did you think, little mouse, when you stumbled on me bathing? Did you enjoy the view?” He tried to purr the words, smooth and in control, but they rasped from his throat with need.

“I . . .” She looked away. Her hands curled into little fists at her sides.

“Admit it. Tell me you like what you see.” He stood, letting the water cascade down him. The droplets were cold on his now fevered skin. “Tell me, and I promise you I will show you so much more.”

“I hate you.” The words were a harsh whisper. And then she turned on her heel and ran.

Mitsuhide watched her go, the distance between them flaying his heart. There was no happy end for monsters, he thought.

A tiny blue bellflower lay trampled on the ground. Wilted, broken stemmed. Forgotten.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #otome #otome guys #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #follower celebration

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chatsu · 3 years

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hi hello hi chelsea !

if you’d like to, wanna ship your moots?

ah okay i'm not prepared & cannot think on the spot

i use the word ' think ' a lot because this is just my opinion and observations so feel free to correct me

++ no particular order, i just went through my follower list and looked for that bright green symbol <3

@maipxilia & iwaizumi — ur recent fic may have been an influence but i honestly think yous would be so cute ahh ! ur v v sweet and always thinking about others, and you share similarities, both supportive, intelligent & well respected (iwaizumi by his underclassmen and u, by me ofc). while iwaizumi is reliable he is also stubborn — who can he depend on ? you !

@missmorosis & bokuto — UR DYNAMIC I'MJSNDNDFJKS ur so comfortable to talk with i remember being ur '<33' anon and that was the first time i ever interacted like ever and u were so welcoming :') bokuto would find that admirable and while he is energetic and playful, when you're around he'd try his hardest to impress you with his wits, and shift to more of a shy demeanour. but since u share many similarities he just becomes his usual, bubbly, loving self. much like u ! idk if he likes rain, but he'd gladly spend his time dancing with u in the rain, even if it's lashing. happy birthday loveee <33

@ellewords & oikawa — i've said this so much but, oblivious idiots to lovers ? need i explain. at first he doesn't understand why there's a pang in his chest when you "reject" his advances, but in all honesty, you'd just grown used to his flirtatious nature and brushed it off, even though you also probably felt something in your chest. butterflies, perhaps. it's only when he labels the photo booth pictures you've taken with terms of endearment, he realises.

@monitsou & kageyama — maybe it's cause ur having a kageyama brainrot but tbh yous would match. he would admire ur kindness but it's when he finds himself laughing with u that he finds comfort and realises lol. i can imagine u as their manager and because u give great advice you would offer him a word or two about his bluntness, but to no avail, cause it's his frank words that confess his feelings for u <3

@xybi & yachi — yes she is intimidated by literally everyone, and she would be intimidated by you but only cause ur v pretty and a single tear would probably shed down her cheeks because of this. she'd become very flustered in your presence and blurt out a handful of compliments — your piano playing, volleyball skills, and most definitely dresses you've sewn, and gift you a dress back. anyways, you both are too cute.

@kohi-zeri & saiki — the disastrous life of saiki k was the first ever anime i had watched, and i loved it sm and when i found out u liked it too ? i knew then and there, i had exquisite taste. i think he'd befriend you, assuming you have similar characteristics, and that he'd rather be friends with u than nendou and kaidou, and to steer clear from teruhashi. but he'd find himself chuckling to your jokes. yes, kusuo saiki, laughing ?? being stubborn and prideful, he would not admit it, but was forced to when you had caught him sabotaging others who had gotten a bit too close LMFAOO. ALSO I JUST SAW UR CARRD AND IT IS SO COOL

@astroqphillic & nishinoya — k i love noya so much he is my number 1, but yous are just too good together omg <33 as expected, he'd fall shy under your gaze but when he found out ur also a libero ?? he is back to his boisterous self. until u compliment him on his receives. whoops, he's gone again. all the flirting n cuddling gets bundled into a box labeled "just friends" because yous are oblivious. until he comes up behind you to give you a back hug. but you. turn around. and lips have met. "just friends" my ass. SOULMATES UR HONOUR.

@mysterystarz & akaashi — i mean, we all saw this coming. who else could it be ? although i was late to ur wedding, i was still able to witness the amount of love akaashi holds for you, and vice versa. it's in his eyes, his playlist when he's handed the aux, and the marks on his hand ?? oh yeah, ink smudges. from writing poems for you with utmost affection. keinova 4 life <3

@rintarhue & sugawara — YOU ARE SO FUN AND LOVING AND EASY TO TALK TO, I LOVE THAT AND I LOVE YOU !! and yk who else would ? sugawara koushi. ah yes, with his soothing yet cheeky personality you both would be perfect, i think. mischievous is the word i'd use to describe your relationship. maybe he'd have you visit his class and you'd become the childrens' favourite ! what a perfect match. jk u match with me, even tumblr said so

63.543 notes ? we clearly have some shippers bae

@shirari & shirabu — okay we haven't interacted much but you seem so kind !! and ur theme is so cute ahsbdh shirabu would probably fall in love with the playlist u made him <33 despite the amount of studying he has to do (medical field things </3) he would definitely spare time for you two <3

@tesoromia & ushijima — u seem so very sweet and i think ushijima would admire that, from afar atleast, being the stoic person he is. but something about the way you dance, fully immersed with the movements and flowing with the music, he can't help but compliment you. expect a lot of compliments, due to his blunt nature.

@planetoru & oikawa — you made him ugly laugh and he contemplated life for a bit. i sense an enemies to lovers typa beat. he started asking all of life's unanswered questions, as well as accusing you of poisoning his coffee cause he felt a funny feeling in his stomach. then he realised you made him laugh cause ur funny, gorgeous, sweet, perfect and he loves you. then i knock him out cause i'm literally going out with u <3 and gojo too even though he could kill me on the spot !

@tooru-luvs & tsukishima — hii i read through a few of your posts to get to know you a bit and i think he would love u ahh <33 u seem very kind but also very determined to get tasks done and he'd admire that ! also sarcasm ? he would definitely love that.

@shoyotime & akaashi — ahh u seem so nice but chaotic and fun at the same time ?? you'd think akaashi would be used to it due to bokuto's enthusiastic personality, but while he seems calm and composed with him, i feel like he'd become flustered whenever you're around ?? he'd definitely go to bokuto for some advice and to accompany him as his wingman when he wants to talk to you HAHBSBD

@kozuelle & kiyoko — k i know u love kenma but kiyoko would be madly in love with u. again, she is one to admire from afar and maybe shower you with compliments once in a while if she's feeling courageous. other times, i feel like she would be big into giving u gifts, or perform acts of service. maybe she'd show up to watch you play the violin, or do ballet and admire your notes ! or perhaps, a heartfelt card showcasing her true feelings for you that she's been harbouring. boom, confession.

@animated-moon & tendou — soulmates yes. he would make custom chocolates for you to help with studies ! unique molds, unique tastes, all curated for you. all the childhood memories really did come in handy along with the several dates you've been on. multiple chocolates placed in a ferris wheel themed box, symbolising your tradition to go on it every year.

@mnzu & kenma — aa u seem so funny and kind !! he is introverted yes, but he has definitely analysed your whole personality while trying to find out more about you. he has vine references memorised with the hope that you will laugh along with him. if you look over his shoulder and into his switch, he's naming his animal crossing island after you. LMFAOO

@elitparadox & kita — U ARE SO SWEET AND KITA WOULD LOVE U !! and he is not afraid to show it. similar to atsumu when he had a cold, he would send baskets full of love for u ! ur fave snacks, fluffy socks, a heartfelt letter. except, he would send this every week, even if you are not sick. a different one yes, but wow you're gonna have so much baskets HAHSBD. you'd been expecting another basket upon hearing a knock at the door, but instead received a confession ! what a lovely exchange <33

@atsuvu & sakusa — no doubt about it, he'd fall in love with your music taste. HAHD IT'S SO GOOD THOUGH. you seem very chill, and he'd admire that, but you're also sweet and funny which he admires too. much to atsumu's dismay when he tells sakusa that he's also extremely funny. also mitski wahh i love her !!

@mattsunbae & tanaka — he'd fall in love with you immediately. best friend's brother typa beat ygm ?? i feel like you and saeko would be best friends for sure, and tanaka would see u, and boom. love at first sight. yeah he'd definitely shower you in compliments every second and knock every male within a 30cm radius. one night you'd be at saeko's house until her window fucking broke ?? you take a glance outside and witness tanaka ryuunosuke. attempting to lift a massive boombox over his shoulder whilst panting heavily, because he had to run back to his house, having initially thought that you were at your own house. boyfriend by big time rush is playing.

@tohman & atsumu — YOU SEEM SO FUNNY AND YOU AND ATSUMU WOULD BE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER !! he'd probably see those men on your phone screen and start bawling with jealousy until you explain that it's from an otome game LMFAOOAOAONDS

@liv-laugh-die & kuroo — u seem very chill but also very sweet and kind !! he'd flirt with u non stop !!! agh i feel like you would be so very cute together, but if you compliment him back,,, whew he'd get so flustered <33

@strawbearisamu & lev — quality time and words of affirmation are his forte ! k while you'd eat spicy ramen, he would definitely attempt !! but once you see tears brimming at the corner of his eye, you have to hold him back from his bowl while he denies that he was ever in pain LMFAO <33 don't be afraid to tell him about your ideas, because he will encourage you and be so supportive ! you can pursue anything <3

@shinalie & bokuto — you seem so kind ahhh and bokuto would fall in love with you at first glance ! he'd compliment everything, from your writing, to your music taste ! everything <33

@moonless-abyss & daishou — yes he is competitive, yes he would fight for your attention. if he ever finds out that kuroo had taken an interest in you ? prepare for war <33

@srkuv & yamaguchi — i feel like he'd bump into you and be so embarrassed bshbhf but you'd reassure him and just like that, he's fallen in love. with your kindness and humour, how could he not ? feel bad for tsukishima though, as he receives a chain full of texts from yamaguchi about none other than you <3

@tetsvhoe / @rantess & kuroo — i think you'd probably report a social media account that was claiming to be you, but in reality it was a fanpage by kuroo. tbh you should've guessed based on the multiple hearts in the pictures and captions, but no regrets as you see a look of panic on kuroo tetsurou's smug, now frightened, face. he'd gift you a kitten as an apology <3

@sakuctsu & osamu — ahh i know we've just interacted recently but you seem very welcoming and so very kind ! he'd listen to your playlist and compliment each song on it. although, your yoga sessions accompanied by rain might be interrupted once you hear the clanging of his pans and ingredients in the kitchen </3 but not to worry, it's a meal just for you ! and he'd add it to his menu <33

#plays +#THIS TOOK ME TOO LONG #i tried to include everyone so #pls tell me if i forgot anyone !#not proofread

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starryseung · 4 years

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 90'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 [ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ]

𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈

I would travel thousands of miles just to be with you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

you and han might’ve met at school, through mutual friends

then of course the classic ‘mutual pining without you two realizing you’re falling for each other’ game until one of your friends point it out

and then on days he doesn’t have a busy schedule, he’ll walk you home from school

slowly it’ll be a habit, and you’ll grow closer and closer

sometimes unconsciously he’ll intertwine your fingers with his

sometimes when it’s raining / freezing cold he’ll give you his jacket

“no ji, you’ll freeze to death,”

“at least i’ll freeze to death for you,”

*winks*

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

dates with jisung aren’t fixed at one spot

he loves showing you different places he discovered throughout the weekend

usually its the townside, because he loves watching nature and sunsets

also loves taking you through the woods (but only during broad daylight because he still hasn’t recovered from that werewolf story his friend told him in grade 2)

once you’ve reached your destination, he’ll laugh and jump up and down, kissing your hand and face a thousand times

but the journey towards the destination is literal hell

“y/n, i know men are supposed to carry women, but i’m pretty lightweight, and my legs might snap any moment now,”

“y/nnnn please gimme a piggy back ride up the hill i might faint”

“wow y/n i’m offended i don’t think you deserve all these awesome places i take you to,”

and when you glare at him, he’s a 180 flip, because you might just break his bones for choosing such a faraway location in the first place

“i-i mean you don’t deserve them because you’re so much prettier than them!”

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

okay see kisses with jisung are always quick and short because even if you’ve shared these moments a hundred times, each of them still feels like the first one

but sometimes he takes his time, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, then skips your lips and moves down to your chin

but when you pout / whine he’ll chuckle softly and come back up to kiss you

so yeah kissing with jisung is very giggly and soft all the time

but otherwise, he’d never notice how soft and bubbly his cheeks are if it weren’t for you

you’re always kissing and pinching his cheeks (like you should!!)

and he won’t act like he doesn’t like it; he’ll laugh it off or reciprocate your love because he feels very loved around you and wouldn’t change it for the world or better.

thank you, y/n

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙

I want to grow old with you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

you first meet him at the café he works!

initially it wouldn’t be much, just you hurriedly ordering your coffee and leaving

but then you’ll notice the small hearts he scribbles after your name on the cup, sometimes even going as far to write a lil “you’ll do great!” or “you look really sweet today”

so one day you decide to go to his café with your friend

and while leaving you slip in your number to him, but turns out this ball of sunshine is trying to slip in his number to you; so you have a new thing to laugh about

so yeah you start hanging out after his shifts, sometimes you wait for him to close the café for the day

“y/n you know you don’t have to wait for me tonight, it’ll get pretty late,”

“no lixie, i’d rather go home late with you than go home alone,”

but he knows you only wait for him so that you can eat all the donuts and cupcakes with him after his shift ends

but its a win-win for both of you, so he doesn’t mind :D

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

so he knows it’s like top 10 anime betrayals to his workplace, but he loves taking you to pet cafés

one, because he loves animals

two, because you love animals

three, because he loves you playing around with these animals

“awh felix can we steal this one? it’s so cute,”

and he’s just laughing because you’re so c u t e

“i don’t think that’s allowed, y/n,”

but not gonna lie i bet he has tried sneaking out a dog for you, but he got caught by one of the workers there

“o-oh! when d-did this little guy fit into my j-jacket pocket!”

super adorable uwu

calls you angel and princess, while you’re calling him sunshine all the time

loves decorating your hair with flowers

oh! he loves braiding your hair too

like when you’re over at his place he’s always experimenting with your hair; doing little salon roleplays with you and prettying your hair

but sometimes when he’s tired from work he’ll let you braid his hair

also loves having matching outfits

before dating him you thought matching couple outfits were cliché and stupid, but after dating him, you realize how different they are

dating felix also means your fashion sense improves a lot👀

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

felix, like hyunjin, has very kissable lips

he probably tastes like vanilla,plus he’s a great kisser

you’re wondering where he learnt all that from

making out with felix happens every other day, but its usually in bed with him on top of you while you guys are watching some movie / playing video games

also he’ll probably end up sleeping like that as you two slowly get tired

his face on your chest / on your shoulders and hands tight around your waist

this boy really loves you okay you better not make him sad >:(

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏

You complete me.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

at! the!! library!!!

you’re trying to pick a book from the second-to-top shelf, but since the universe decided to give you the most inconvenient height possible, here you are, contemplating if you should just drop the whole shelf down to get that book

but thankfully, seungmin is to the rescue!

he’ll smile and wordlessly take the book and hand it down to you

everyday its the same story; there’s a book that you really like, but its too far for you, but slowly you don’t mind because somehow seungmin is always there around at the same time to take that book for you

one day he decides to take initiative, but realizes he’s a coward and can’t do shit

so he’s over the moon when you come and sit next to him

“hey, i’m sorry for the trouble, but uhh i need some help with this assignment…”

and of course he’s there to help you! he’ll clarify where you need him to and explain you better than ever

slowly interactions increase and before you know it, you’re lying on your stomach on his bed with your legs dangling in the air as you two have your noses in a book

you learn more and more about each other, ultimately to the point where you know better about each other than about yourselves

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

initially when you two have just started dating, there would be study dates at the café down your block

but later you two take each other out on weekends, sometimes to the movies, sometimes to the town fair.

ahh but when dates are at the fair… >:)

let’s assume seungmin doesn’t have good experiences with rides

so naturally you will… take him to the rides only mwahaha

“y/n do you not love me? why are you doing this,”

you’re just evil laughing, you sadist

dates for seung-y/n are just sleepovers at each others house

he’s laughing like crazy when you’re messing shit up

“seungmin can you help me i’m stuck in this shirt,”

seungmin: proceeds to laugh for the next ten minutes at your contortionist-self

now unlike changbin, seungmin will not show you off to his friends

he doesn’t like the concept of ‘claiming you’, but he doesn’t like sharing you either.

“hey, isn’t that too revealing for a party?”

“seungmin? its a knee length skirt??”

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

kisses = pecks on the lips / cheeks

you’re simply cooking / studying and he’ll wrap his hands around your waist from behind and rest his head on your shoulder

“what is my y/n doinggg?”

and he’ll kiss your cheek

sometimes leans forward to kiss you on your lips too

but in general kisses are soft

he’ll have a hand on your stomach, one on the back of your neck to rub smooth comforting circles

to be honest your relationship is more like best friends because you’re just always there for each other and can talk about the most stupidest things openly

you: “you know i’ve heard stars are all our forefathers looking down at us,”

seung: “really? i though they were just balls of gas though,”

you: “nah, i don’t think that’s true,”

𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏

I love everything there is to love about you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

he moved in the same neighbourhood as yours, and since he was the only person around your age (and the only normal one your age), you had to be friends with him

you two meet up every evening at the neighbourhood park, and he doesn’t really mind your company, especially when you bring you little brother with you

“awh, is that your little brother? he’s so cute!”

“yeah, he is; thanks!”

“he looks nothing like you!”

he’s initially very shy to talk to you

but when he realizes how cool your personality is (and how pretty you are🤭)

he’s knocking at your door everyday to take you and your little brother to the park

he always buys you ice cream though, and somehow it’s always the flavour you like

“oh thanks jeo— ah i don’t like this flavour” :(

“don’t worry y/n! i’ll get you another one!”

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

homeboi is very shy

the fact that he’s dating the perfect person for him (!!!) is enough for butterflies and grasshoppers and bees and dinosaurs to fly in his stomach

he gets really fidgety, but he feels a little nervous thinking about the fact that most of the ‘firsts’ in your relationship are celebrated by you; first ‘kiss’ (to which he held your hand home, then went to his house to dolphin scream into his pillows), first ‘date’ (in which you took him out to the beach to watch the sunset and have snacks) and first ‘one month’ (where you took him out to an expensive restaurant, even when he refused a couple billion times)

phew that was a long point

so he decided to celebrate your first ‘out-of-town trip’, where he drove you all the way to a cherry blossom forest

he also took a thousand pictures of you, coming back home to print one of them and safely put it in his wallet

he feels every small moment spent with you so endearing, he finds himself smiling randomly

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

as previously mentioned, your first kiss was initiated by you; you two were walking home from the neighbourhood park like always, and jeongin had carried your brother in his arms, playing with him

you couldn’t stop thinking about how your first kiss would be, and so when he dropped you off to your house, you simply had to kiss him

he puts your brother down, waving him goodbye, and just when he’s about to say his farewells to you, you instantly peck his lips, after which both your eyes were wide is plates

“i-i’m sorry i should've—”

“ah no it’s okay, uh,” he scratches his neck, biting his lip to control his smile

and you simply chuckle at his cuteness, muttering a small ‘bye’ and ‘love you’ before going into your house

and the way his face changes once he’s out of your sight is just— *chef’s kiss*

he’s running home, and when his brothers ask him what happened, he’s just ignoring them and goes to his room to scream and laugh his heart out into the sheets

his family thinks he’s insane by now, but of course! he’s in love!

plus that with the cutest person in the whole world!

a/n; and it’s finally up! it didn’t take me long to write this because the ideas just came flooding in sdfkhsdjk but thank you so much for your feedback for hyung line! also!!! this is the only two fics which do not have a read more cut because I’m using a mobile device for posting these,, sorry🙈

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satan-ruler-of-hells · 3 years

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The Only Exception

Am I capable of writing anything fluffy without angst? No I don’t believe I am. Anyway here’s some Ushijima love! A big thank you to Noodles and Pies whom without this story would never have left drafts. You guys have no idea how much I appreciate you.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, this isn’t exactly fluffy so prepare yourself and I hope you enjoy!

You'd sworn to yourself at an early age that you'd never fall in love. After watching your mother and father fight for years until the birth of your sister and your father having an affair every 2 years or so, you had decided it wasn't worth it. Then you’d met her and she made you think maybe love could be something more, something beautiful. But you were vividly reminded why you kept those walls up, why you guarded your heart so closely.

You were reminded again a few years later, after finding out that all those late nights that kept your father at “work” and all those odd jobs were actually another affair. It wasn’t the first time, not by a long shot but you were old enough now to realize not only what he had done to your mother but to you as well. While he was out “living his life” and “working late” you were left at home to raise your sister. A position you’d been forced to take that was met with resistance and hatred from the very one you’d done your best to take care of while still being a kid yourself.

Your mother, who had been working the graveyard shift, had done her best with what she had, but at her age pulling all nighters wasn't exactly an easy feat. You didn't blame her, you couldn’t. Not when you'd seen her and held her as she cried when she felt she had failed you as a parent and the guilt when she had to take a nap just so she could function. Your heart ached for her and raged at him. You’d seen what love could do to someone first hand and decided with renowned resolution that you wanted nothing to do with it.

That’s why starting at Shiratorizawa on a cheerleading scholarship, didn’t worry you. While your team would gush and rave about all the attractive men on the boys volleyball team you couldn't care less. Nice to look at, yet dangerous to touch, like a fire, give it the chance and it would burn you alive.

That didn't stop you from making friends though, you quickly found peace with Tendou Satori, the infamous “Guess-Monster” whose most monstrous trait in your opinion was that he loved too hard. Despite what meeting the red head led to, which at the start was the worst thing that could ever happen, you'd thank him for this one day. He introduced you to his best friend and dorm mate Ushijima Wakatoshi, who before getting close to Tendou was just another member of the volleyball team.

You enjoyed his company, where Tendou was as loud and bright as the sun, Ushijima was quiet and calm like the moon. A perfect balance of excitement and security, spontaneity and familiarity. You would grow just as close to Ushijima as you had Tendou, if not closer. Slowly you’d let them in, not fully, but not at arms length either, within the year, they became people you relied on, your chosen family. The next year only furthered those feelings, cementing them a place in your life for better or for worse.

One night as the three of you had a sleepover, which was pretty much a weekly occurrence since the middle of second year, you and Ushijima stayed up for hours. The usually quiet and stoic man opened up to you, telling you his story. How he watched his parents slowly fall out of love, the way that had altered his views on life at a young age, and how his mother had wanted to change his left handedness, but at his fathers insistence, ultimately relented and the story his father had told him that shaped him into the player, and man he was today.

In turn you told him everything you had kept to yourself for so long. From the way you'd grown up, to the grand reveal your father had given you, the truth on how everything had actually affected you. How you had become your family's backbone, that while your mother and sister broke down, you had held strong, giving them the time to grieve that you'd never had. Emptying your soul to him in a way you never thought yourself capable of, but you know what they say about conversations after midnight.

You two never brought up what you’d spoken of that night but something in your relationship had immeasurably shifted. You’d find yourself seeking his presence, even when you were surrounded by your friends and team. You, of course still spent most of your free time with Tendou, who’d become your brother in all ways but one, which usually meant Ushijima as well, but you found yourself having more alone time with him. Not that either of you minded, you typically used this time to finish your homework in peace ( you loved Tendou, truly, but he had nothing that even resembled an attention span for anything other than volleyball and the latest edition of Shonen Jump).

On the weekends you two would find yourselves just walking around the city, you talking about everything that had gone on in the past week and him listening intently chiming in at the appropriate intervals, occasionally providing advice or just a different perspective on any predicaments you may have ended up in. These sessions ended as they usually did, with a hug but you didn’t notice, not consciously anyway, that they would linger longer and longer as time went on, and that saying goodnight was harder. If you did, you would just brush the thought aside because of course it sucked that he had to go, he was one of your closest friends, it was only natural.

You probably could’ve lived in your little bubble of denial the rest of your life if not for Tendou who, bless his heart, was just trying to help.

“When were you going to tell me about you and Ushijima?” he’d asked one day out of the blue.

“What do you mean?” You looked over at him from your place on the floor, eyes borrowed in confusion.

“I mean like when were you going to tell me you liked him?”

You laughed, ignoring the way your chest tightened, “You’re seeing things Tendou, nothing is going on between me and Ushi. we’re friends just like you and me, like we've always been.” The red head looked at you for a moment, almost like he was contemplating something.

“Y/N, I love you darling, truly I do, but you are full of shit. Either tell him how you feel or let him go, you’re my friend but so is he. Neither of you deserve to have your heart broken.”

“You can’t break something that was never whole to begin with, besides, like I told you, there's nothing going on.” You changed the subject quickly after that trying to ignore the nagging voice in your head that agreed with Tendou. But the door had already been opened, and deep down, you knew he was right.

It was like a switch flipped in your mind, the late night calls and texts, the sleepless nights you spent helping him study and practicing with him. The way your heart would flutter when his hand would accidentally brush yours and the way you’d found yourself melting into his embrace when he would hug you. For a fleeting moment you were elated, but just as quickly it was replaced with dread, anxiety, and fear. You couldn’t- no you wouldn’t allow yourself to admit it.

You would like to convince yourself that you were not ignoring Ushijima, that you were just busy. Exams were coming up so you had to study, and if it just so happened that you remember this fact every time he entered the room well it was just a coincidence. You started avoiding Tendou as well, the look in his eyes, a feeling you couldn’t, and frankly didn't want to name made you feel worse and there was nothing he could say that would change your mind.

Everything was going perfectly according to plan, ignore Ushijima and Tendou until graduation and then you’d be off the college, Tendou to Paris and Ushijima would be a pro volleyball player like he had always wanted. The distance would hurt, but the alternative in your mind was much, much worse. At least for about a week, you should've known your luck wouldn't hold out as when you got back to your dorm, Ushijima was waiting for you.

And there you have it folks! And yes there will be a part 2 so please don’t come for me with pitchforks and torches.

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kkeidawrites · 3 years

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That Night

Chp. 2

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I take back what I said last night. That insufferable, uncouth, disrespectful, brat has been nothing but a throne in my side and it’s only been three days! Three!

Mother has somehow made it her mission to include Mawu in every single activity I would do during the day. My schedule has been completely altered due to Mother’s meddling.

Now, the moon goddess is following behind me as I headed to my meeting with the generals of Asgard and my father. How delightful.

“I still don’t understand why I must attend as well. I have better things to do than be with you all day.” The beautiful woman spoke up and I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

“I am not happy about your attendance either. And I would recommend you to stay quiet while I speak with the generals and my father.” I say and I hear her bark out a laugh in disbelief.

“Excuse you, I will have you know that I have lead my own army against the evil monster Gaunab. When he killed half of the humans on Earth and force my moon to...to,” I turn to see her eyes glowing a purple color and she closed her eyes, sighing, as she forced herself to calm down.

“I’m not unfamiliar of speaking war games to another.” She says walking past me as I watched her stomp away, her dress swaying behind her. Today she wore a silver dress, that fit her too well. It fit her deliciously. It was already a difficulty to keep my eyes off of her and now that she was wearing this dress, it has become twice as difficult. Clicking my tongue I flicked my cape behind me and followed after her.

Gold doors stood in our wake as we walked closer to the war room. Father had informed me that there was another war on the horizon from the Black Beserkers. It was urgent that we speak on our next move before it was too late.

Two guards stood in front of the doors, spears gripped tight in their grasps and their silver armor gleamed in the sun.

The two guards open the door and we walk in to see all of Asgard’s generals and my father and unfortunately my brother around the gold table that showed all of Asgard’s defense positions and small horses and men that were expertly placed on the maps.

Odin looks up and noticed Mawu and I, then waved his hand over to us both. I took my place by Father’s side while Mawu stood next to Thor who smiled in greeting to her. She nods in greeting with a smile of her own and turns her focus to the table.

Two hours of going back and forth with each general with my father and my brother about which idea was best. I sighed at the endless bickering and noticed that Mawu was looking at the maps before us very intently. Moving a step closer to the table, she moves two of the maps and grazed one finger through both of them.

“What if...” taking one more good look through the maps, Mawu looked up to see the men have their full attention on her.

“What if we used a surprise attack? Gorr is known for wanting one on one fights, yes?” Her question is towards Odin who nods. “I suggest we set him up to bait and then attack him then.” She says and the generals began muttering to one another while Thor turns to her.

“How do you know of Gorr? I have not heard of him going to Midgard.” Thor states. Mawu frowns and clenched her left hand in a fist.

“He had came to Earth almost two hundred years ago and had killed a -ahem- a God and my mother and I decided to investigate it. He took us by surprise, his black dogs took out half of our troops and nearly killed my mother and I. We we were only able to survive when my sister arrived and even with her army did we narrowly win.” Mawu sighs and I raised my eyebrows, quite impressed by her conquest.

Gorr was not an enemy to make light of. He too has been a constant that father constantly struggled to keep contain. I have had my own fights with the infamous God Butcher and he was not a being to be taken lightly.

“Even though we won, it was still a devastating loss to our people and not just our troops...we lost a lot of humans that days as well. Gorr is a monster.” Her eyebrows narrow in anger and turns to Odin with determination in her eyes.

“We must stop him.” She says and Odin pats her shoulder in reassurance.

“We will. And when we do,” he raised his staff to the others who straightened their backs.

“We will place his head on a pike. To show that Asgard shall not be triffled with ever again!” Thor and the other generals raised their weapons in praise and bellowed out a yell in agreement.

I turned my eyes back to Mawu who sighed heavily and left the war room as the others continued to strategize. Seeing as that I was no longer needed, I left as well and made my way towards the library. They can bicker and fuss some more but, I refuse to be apart of it.

As I paced to the library, to my left there was movement going into the gardens and I stopped to peek over a balcony to see the moon goddess walking through the varies pattern of different flowers.

I noticed that she was cradling something in her arms and the trip to the library seemed like a later task. The idea of wanting to know where that spiteful moon goddess is up to, peaked my interest.

Following the familiar path to the gardens, I saw the cloud of black curls and shimmering silver dress sitting under a large tree that was in the middle of the gardens. And it would seem that she wasn’t alone either.

Hiding behind a tree nearby, I shapshifted into a eagle and flapped into the tree above her. Turning my head I glanced down to see that my mother had joined the younger goddess. They both sat on the soft grass and spoke softly.

Third Person POV

Irawo jumps to a nearby flower and begins nibbling on the stem.

“I hope your stay here has been well, Mawu. I promised your mother that I would make sure you were as comfortable as possible.” Frigga says to the goddess.

“Oh yes, Lady Frigga, I am quite content. Although I am trying everything within my person not to strangle a certain God of Mischief.” Mawu sighs to the All Mother who chuckles.

“My son,” she smiles. “He has always been mischievous but, he is a good man. He wasn’t one for fighting like his brother, he became interested in reading and studying, learning magic perhaps far better and faster than any student I have had under my wing.” She smiles with pride.

“He is a remarkable young man, that I am proud to call my son.” Frigga finishes as Mawu noticed movement above them and the familiar gold patch that sat on their breastbone made Mawu’s left eye twitch in annoyance.

“As remarkable as he may be,” Mawu spots a rock by her foot and secretly picked it up.

“He’s still rude and the fact that he is constantly picking at me doesn’t help either.”

“I’m sure as the time passes you two will be on better terms. When it comes to new people, Loki tends to grow on you.” Frigga explains. She then placed a hand on Mawu’s shoulder and the moon goddess looks at the All Mother in question.

“Please be patient with him,” she begins as she smiles at her.

“He’s really not all that bad.” And with that Frigga stands to her feet and leaves the gardens with Mawu contemplating her words until she remembers a certain bird brain camping above her, no doubt listening to her and Frigga’s conversation.

Mawu stands to her feet as well and fixes her dress, making sure to keep the rock in her hand as inconspicuous as possible until she quickly turns to the tree and throws it to hit the eagle.

The eagle (Loki) screeches in surprise and falls off the branch it was perched on and land on the grass in front of her. Slowly, the eagle shifted back to Loki and Mawu huffed, going over to Irawo and picking him up. He groaned from the fall and rubbed his back.

“The next time you easedrop, make sure that your jewelry is hidden better. You were too easy to detect.” She ‘hmphs’ and leaves the God of Mischief to groan in pain.

Later on that night

Mawu made her way to the dining hall around this time, she was just going to eat a bit and then take a couple of snacks back to her room for her and Irawo.

“Mother, you must find a way for her to leave. I cannot take this anymore.” Before she turned the corner where the dining hall was, Mawu pressed herself against the wall and listens. In her view she watched as Loki and Frigga came from another hall walking towards the dining hall.

“Oh, Loki, Mawu is completely harmless-”

“Harmless?! She’s insufferable! It’s bad enough I have to see her almost every hour of the day but, this is too far. Now, I have to deal with her whenever I go to different realms? That is too much of my comfort that you are taking advantage of.” He said to her. Frigga grabs his arm to stop him and Loki sighs as his mother moves to stand in front of him.

“Is it really so bad to have her in your presence?”

“Yes!” He says making Frigga give him a look.

“How about this,” she begins as she moved her son’s arm to allow hers to loop through and they continue walking towards the dining hall.

“If you spend at least three hours with her for the duration of her stay, I will speak to your father about your traveling privileges than just the four realms you are allowed to go to.” She negotiated while her son raised an eyebrow at her.

“You will speak to father? He won’t give me back my traveling privileges just because you asked him.” Loki rolls his eyes while Frigga smirks.

“But, I can my son. I am not the All Mother for nothing.” She pats her son’s arm lightly and Loki gives her small smile.

Seeing that the coast was clear, Mawu made her appearance from around the corner and crossed her arms. It’s not like she was here for her own free will she was just as stuck in this as he was.

“Ibajẹ ẹlẹgbẹ.” Mawu mutters as she paced to the dining hall. Pushing the doors open, the royal family noticed her appearance and Thor raised his goblet in greeting to her.

“Ah, The Great Lady Mawu has arrived!” Thor announces. She smiled at Thor. He was a very loud guy but, he was all around friendly. In the few times they have been together he has always asked her if She wanted to join him on his many conquests on different realms to fight the enemies or in some cases, ‘play with them’.

Mawu’s POV

In spite of being here for the next few weeks, Thor was probably the only thing that has really livened up the place and the fact that Loki didn’t bother me was a great feat as well.

“Hello Thor. Back from your many conquests I see.” I take a seat between him and Frigga.

“Yes, I have returned from the realm Nidavellir. Riding with the dwarves to hunt Biolsïdhs!” He went on to talk about his adventure as a servant placed a plate of food in front of me. I thanked them and took a bite into the bread and cheese.

The feeling of someone watching me made me avert my eyes up to see Loki’s green ones glaring at me. I rolled my eyes at him and turned my head to tune into Thor’s story. It would seem that throughout dinner, Loki’s eyes never left the side of my face and it sent chills down my spine.

Once dinner was over, I walked back to my quarters with a napkin full of carrots and some sweets inside. I was nearly at my room when I saw a familiar being leaned against the wall with their arms crossed. Sighing, I quickened my walk to my door until I felt a whooshing sound and I looked to my right to see Loki now leaned against the wall by my door.

“We are to spend three hours everyday until you leave.” He stated.

“Oh joy,” I reached out to open my door but, my wrist was quickly grabbed by the God before me. I looked at his hand on my wrist then back at Loki, like he had lost his mind.

“Release me-”

“Two in a half more weeks,” he says as he looks in my eyes.

“Two. That is all the time that we have to just spend three hours together. We don’t have to be friends. We don’t have to be allies. As long as you stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours.” He says.

“Let. Me. Go.” I grit at him and snatch my wrist back opening my door and going inside just to slam it in his face before he had the chance to speak anymore.

“Fucking asshole...” I mutter and move over to my bed where Irawo was grooming himself. He hopped his way over to me and I placed the napkin of treats on the bed and gave him two carrots where he happily began to eat his treats.

Biting into the sweet bun I managed to snag from the feast earlier, I thought back to what Loki said. Spend three hours with him for the next couple of weeks?! I sighed in annoyance.

“I can’t believe this...just what is Frigga planning.” I muffled into the bun, then moaning because I realized how good it was.

“This is really good Irawo.” I say and the bunny begins munching on his second carrot.

Third Person POV

Unbeknownst to Mawu, Loki laid in his bed slightly fuming on the fact that he now has to deal with that woman much longer than he wanted to. Damn his mother’s meddling. Taking a bite from the carrot in his hand, he hmphed in annoyance.

That insufferable woman was going to be the death of him.

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flautistsandpeonies · 3 years

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Merchants

Read Chapter One [Here]

Word Length: 2,780

Summary: The search for the Yiling Patriarch and his Wen Remnants.

3 Months After the Siege

The Burial Mounds were as barren as ever.

The clouds above the mountain seemed to dim even darker as he strode closer. The gnarled trees swayed back and forth in the wind; the smell of rot and ash wafted through the air.

Stopping at the edge of the mountain, Lan Wangji took a quick look around. Broken arrows, and boot tracks covered the base of the death riddled place.

‘Wei Ying, ‘he thought kicking away an arrow with violet fletching

He didn’t think it would come to this. The entire cultivation world banding together to kill one man.

‘Would you have used the seal?, “Lan WangJi took in all the destruction, “Would you have killed them all that day?’

Despite what the other cultivators thought, he hadn’t been on a night-hunt the day of the siege. Waiting for his brother and uncle to leave with their portion of the army, he trailed them from a distance and watched out for Wei WuXian while the army roared for him to show himself.

But the man never did. Neither had his charges.

With a flick of his sleeves, Lan WangJi started to trek up the mountain.

Inquiry on Qionqi Path had taken an entire month to get all the accounts from the dead there. It had taken another month to find enough land to properly put them to rest. Currently, disciples from the minor sects were erecting a cenotaph to the victims.

While they hadn’t wanted to release information from the investigation early, some things couldn’t be ignored until the very end lest some people attempt to get away from their righteous punishment. With what they had already, Jin GuangShan, Jin GuangYao, Jiang WanYin, and multiple of their disciples were currently detained in their quarters. They would remain so until their trial.

The minor sects wanted to go to trial immediately, but a few words from his brother stopped them.

"We can’t be certain how far this goes, “Lan Xichen announced to a room of enraged men, ‘But the trial should wait. We shouldn’t be hasty and end up missing crucial details down the line.”

Lan Wangji came upon a large mound of corpses. Having been thrown upon one another, it was hard to distinguish what was what.

‘No mercy.’he spotted a decapitated body not far from the mound

Two years ago, there was a snarling barrier of the undead that lunged at him whenever he stepped too close. However, now, all of them lay on the ground, either completely purified or burned to a crisp by Zidian.

‘But, Wei Ying was not here. How could they have still stood guard?, ‘Lan Wangji pondered

Kneeling on the ground, Lan WangJi studied the foot prints. The prints were deep, deeper than any foot mark on the mountain side. The corpses had stood in their spots through rain, snow, wind, and fire; they only moved when intruders got too close and then immediately got back in their exact spots.

Lan WangJi’s brows knitted in contemplation, ‘Do not tell me...”

Standing, Bichen was quickly unsheathed. Lan WangJi made long deep slashes into the ground. Dirt flew all around him.

For what seemed like ages, piles and piles of dirt were struck from the ground, until suddenly, bit of stones flew past him. Sheathing his sword once more, Lan Wangji kneeled again and started to dig with his hands.

Something hard scraped against his fingers; Lan WangJi pulled up a grey object. It was thick and rectangular in shape.

‘This is....”

Deep in the dirt were talismans made of stone. Carved into it was the unmistakable symbols of a Stygian Lure Flag.

‘Wei Ying, where are you?’

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2 Years After the Siege

In the middle of the table sat a compass and a book. The compass was octagonal in shape and half a foot long. On the cover was a protective talisman to ward off evil. On the back looked to be a carving of the full moon. Inside, carved with meticulous care, were sigils of unknown meaning. Next to it was a black and red bound book; it look nothing different from what you would find in a civilian book store.

it was titled: The Demon Wind Compass: Uses, Dangers, and Night-hunting

by....Wei WuXian

“A disciple bought these from a merchant in the Yingchuan, ”a Lan elder pushed the items towards their sect leader

Stepping forward, an assistant spread a map over the table.

(Source: MDZS Maps - MacBeka on MDZS Reddit)

“They’ve stated that the merchant had more material to sell them, but they didn’t want to overload us in their report.”the elder continued to speak while Zewu-jun picked up the text

“It’s not too far from Yiling, “Lan XiChen noted while flipping through the pages of the book

“It’s too close, “another elder spoke, “Surely someone would have said something about a mysterious man showing up suddenly?”

Near the back wall of the meeting room, two assistants were organizing a crate full of scrolls. If one were to look through them, they would find countless accounts of civilians having claimed to saw Wei WuXian.

“Can we even be certain that the creator is Wei WuXian?, “another elder asked while reading over the search reports of senior disciples, “It’s been so long, it’s just as likely that someone is using his name for profit”

Lan XiChen raised his head, “During his three months here, Young Master Wei mentioned creating a compass to locate creatures while hunting water ghouls. It’s not too impossible that he is the creator.”

“He also created the Stygian Lure Flags during the liberation of Meishan, “Lan Qiren spoke

The elder nodded, “Then it’s more likely to be his work than one of those frauds in Yiling.”

Taking the compass in his hands, Lan Qiren sighed, “But why now, I wonder? Five years of being so elusive, and all of a sudden he’s publishing books?”

Running his fingers over the needle of the compass, a complicated look crossed over the man’s face. The invention was certainly ingenious, but the manner of it’s creation went against all precepts.

“This entire situation is truly baffling, “the first elder said, “We still don’t know how much time passed before he left the Burial Mounds”

Placing the book down on the table, Lan XiChen sighed, “I often wonder if we’re just wasting our time”

The elder gasped, “Sect Leader Lan!”

“We’ve already gotten him justice, have we not?, “XiChen stated, “Why continue to search for a man who doesn’t want to be found?”

“Reparations must be made, “Lan Qired replied, “While we’ve cleared his name best we could, there will always be others who see him as nothing but a monster. For that, and the injustices we’ve allowed to occur, assistance should be given.”

“There’s also the question of whether he’s still using demonic cultivation, “the first elder stated, “While he was innocent in the matters with the Jin and Jiang, his cultivation is still heretical.”

“That is also true, “Lan Qiren agreed

Rolling up the map and handing it back to the assistant, the elder stated, “Our best case scenario would be to give the Wens the treasures from the Jin and Jiang sects and bring Wei WuXian back to the Cloud Recesses with us.”

The second elder nodded their head, “I agree. After seven years, he has to be suffering some type of ill affects.”

The two started to debate the best possible methods to treating Wei WuXian and keeping him content under the Lan sect’s care. It was likely to continue for a long while.

Turn to his nephew Lan Qiren stated, “I do not believe the seller was Wei WuXian.”

“Neither do I, “Lan XiChen smiled while placing the compass and book together for the assistants to gather

“However, “Lan Qiren said with a flick of his beard, “These materials were indisputably made by a cultivator.”

“True, “XiChen sighed, “I wonder if it’s just another diabolist? There aren’t many of them, but some people are starting to understand its manipulation.”

“That may be so, but we should investigate, none-the-less, “Lan Qiren responded

At that the two Lan’s turned to the map.

“I’ve already sent another group of senior disciples to question the people of Yiling again, “Lan XiChen picked up a piece of cinnabar and drew an “X” over the region

“It’s very unlikely that Wei WuXian would return to Yunmeng, “he said, marking out the next area

“If he’s not living in Yingchuan, it’s possible that they could be hiding in Yueyang, or even Qishan or Meishan, “Lan Qiren picked up another piece of cinnabar and circled those areas

“I’ll have to send some disciples there, but for now, Yingchuan is our biggest lead yet; let’s not squander it, “Zewu-jun replied

Nodding at his uncle, Lan XiChen and Lan Qiren stood straight and gathered everyone’s attention.

“I’ve made a decision.Tomorrow, Uncle, WangJi, and I will head to Yingchuan to search for the seller. With any luck, this could be our biggest clue in finding Young Master Wei., “XiChen said while bowing at his elders, “For now, please continue to look through the civilian’s accounts and do your best at putting together a timeline.”

The elders smiled and bowed back, “We wish you luck, Sect Leader Lan.”

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The Next Day

Getting up before the sun rose, Lan Qiren, Lan XiChen, and Lan WangJi meticulously filled their qiankun bags before heading out towards Yingchuan. They arrived in region at mid-day. Stepping down from their swords in a market area, the three Lans were immediately stared down by every civilian in the vicinity.

Standing in front, Lan XiChen walked to the nearest person who looked to be selling cured meats.

“Excuse me sir, could I ask you a couple questions?, “Zewe-jun smiled politely

“Yes, good sir, “the seller tipped his head and returned the smile

“We are looking for a merchant of books and cultivation tools. They are selling something like this, “Lan XiChen took the Demon Wind Compass from his sleeve to show the man

Looking down at the compass, the man’s brow furrowed, rubbing at his chin, “I’m afraid I don’t know anything about this.”

“Ah, thank you none-the-less, “XiChen nodded at the seller

Returning to his brother and uncle, the three split up and agreed to meet back up at their landing spot within a few hours.

Yingchuan was a large region, and so the three spent days questioning every villager they could stop. Most didn’t know what they were talking about, and pointed them in the direction of another person. A little over a week later, they finally got to a lead.

“A waiter in a restaurant told me that a man lives in a mansion not too long from here. He normally sells cultivation tools, “Lan Qiren relayed to his nephews

XiChen gave a smile to his relatives, “Let’s get going then.”

It took an additional two hours to reach the residence. When they arrived, a servant was sweeping the porch. Others were tending to the large garden and pond on either side of the estate, diligently working to make sure that their master’s home looked presentable.

Once again, Lan XiChen stepped forward, “Young maiden, we’ve come today to speak with your master’

Noticing their fine robes and swords, the servant gave them a deep bow, “Understood, please, gentlemen, follow me”

Putting their broom down, the servant opened the doors for them. Stepping to the side, the servant pulled on a string next to the door. A resounding ding was heard in the house. Gesturing for the men to follow them, they state,

“The master should be ready for you by the time we get there.”the young woman stated

Walking down the halls, the house was filled with expensive art and figures. The owner, from their perspective, had to be quite knowledge, or at least knew someone or someones who were to have attained this much.

The three were brought to a common room. Already waiting inside was an average looking man wearing surprisingly simple clothes for a someone of his clear wealth status.

“Welcome righteous cultivators, “the man stood and bowed, “My name is Du Yawen; what can I do for you today.”

Lan XiChen smiled, “Hello, Du-Xiansheng. We were hoping that you could answer a couple question about a few of your wares?”

Du Yawen smiled, “I see, I see. Could it be that you are interested in purchasing some compasses? They are very popular among your lot.”

Lan Qiren shook his head, “Purchasing may come at a later date, sir. What we are really interested in is the author of the books you’ve acquired.”

The man paused. Gesturing for each of them to take a seat, he eyed each of them with a critical eye. He seemed to be thinking of his next words carefully.

Du Yawen cough into his fist, “The author? Well, the author is Wei WuXian, the Yiling Patriarch.”

“You’re certain?, “Lan WangJi inquired immediately

Yawen scratched the back of his head, “Ah, well, as far as I know the materials work? At least, that’s what all my buyers say. I couldn’t say for certain whether or not Yiling Laozu made them or not.”

Nodding, Lan WangJi replied, “Mhmm”

Smiling, the merchant inquired, “Could you gentlemen be searching for the Yiling Patriarch?”

XiChen closed his eyes, “We are indeed. Finding Wei WuXian...is one of our top priorities.”

Du Yawen laughed a hearty laugh, “Apologies, good sirs, but I doubt you will find him in a simple village such as this. Why, a man like that surely lives in some secluded palace?”

“I’m afraid we don’t have that much information, “Xichen shook his head, “That’s why we’re here, Du-Xiansheng; anything you could tell us would be a great help”

“Ah, “Yawen started, “How could I possibly help you find him?”

“Lets start with the person you bought these items from, “Lan Qiren said, “Could you describe him?”

“Ah,” he scratched the back of his head again, “Well, he was quite tall. Very long hair. He was using a horse-drawn cart with some well-bred horses.”

“Silver eyes?, “Lan WangJi asked, “Broad build, dark hair?”

Du Yawen shook his head, “I don’t remember that much, I’m afraid”

“Was he with anyone?, “Lan Qiren asked, “Maybe, another man or a woman?”

“No, no, he was alone. He just...showed up and made a deal to sell these items in exchange for a cut of it, “Yawen replied, “It was a very quick conversation.”

Frowning, Xichen continued, “The man who sold these to you, has he been back?”

“Not yet, “Du Yawen answered, “He said he needs time to get more materials ready, and couldn’t be certain of when he’d be back. He said he’d take his share for the first batch when he returns.”

“Did he say where he was going?, “Lan WangJi asked

“No, he didn’t, “Yawen sighed, “Wait, cultivators...do you...do you think my patron is the Yiling Laozu?”

“Anything is possible, “Lan XiChen straightened his sleeve, “Even if he’s not Wei WuXian, he may have information on his whereabouts”

Du Yawen grew quiet. Waving a hand at a servant, cups of tea were poured for all. Taking his in hand, the merchant breathed in the steam and seemed to be contemplating. Finally, the man sighed. Taking a sip, the man smile and placed the cup back on the table.

“My patron...if you find him, what will become of him?, “Du Yawen asked, “I’m not....unaware...that some disliked Wei WuXian long before what happened at Qionqi.

As if his words weren’t enough, Du Yawen looked to Lan WangJi. Saying nothing, the Hanguang-jun looked back unflinchingly.

“The Lan have no intention of harming Wei WuXian...or your patron, “Lan Qiren stated

“I simply worry what will become of my business partner, “Du Yawen chuckled, “It hasn’t been that long and the future of all the diabolists in the world is...”

“Questioning,”Lan WangJi replied, “And re-education”

“Re-education, “Du Yawen raised a brow, “For what?”

“Diabolism warps the mind and harms the body., “Lan WangJi stated, “Re-educating would bring them back to the righteous path.”

Du Yawen pursed his lips, “I understand the unorthodoxy of diabolism, but its creator is a righteous man?”

“A righteous man, but his path is not, “Lan WangJi stated

Du Yawen grew quiet once more. The man was deep in thought, his eyes blinking rapidly and biting at his lip. Closing his eyes, the man gave a grunt.

Du Yawen stood and gave them a deep bow.

“Righteous cultivators, “the merchant gave them a smile, “I’m afraid I can not help you. The man I buy these items from obviously wants to stay anonymous, and I want to keep his business. Since no lives are at stake, I refuse to answer. I hope you can respect that.”

The three Lans paused. Not expecting that sort of answer, they looked to one another for their next course of action.

“Are you sure, Du-Xiansheng?, “Lan Qiren frowned, “I can assure you that your business won’t be affected. We are even willing to pay you for this information.”

“I’m certain, “Du Yawen sighed, “I’m sorry for wasting your time, gentlemen.“

Lan Xichen sighed, “Thank you for your time, Du-Xiansheng.”

As quickly as they came, the three Lans stood and bid the merchant farewell. Leaving the building, they all climbed upon their swords and headed back in the direction of Gusu.

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Author’s Notes:

-I know I changed the creation dates for the stygian lure flags, but it was kinda needed for this fic.

-Little reminder, since there was no Yiling Date or Bloodbath of Nightless City, that means that there is no LWJ punishment and no 13yrs of character growth. This LWJ has grown a little, but he’s leagues behind the LWJ we know.

-One of my greatest fears is writing LWJ. While I will never devolve him to cave man speak, I fear that I can’t get his character right. Opinions: How did I do?

-In the first draft of this I was actually gonna have Du Yawen’s whole day described, but I scrapped it in the end. Oh, and the translation I decided for his name.

Du means “To stop, prevent” and Yawen means “Graceful Clouds” so his name means “To stop graceful clouds”. Hope he served his purpose well.

Read my Other Prompts and WIPs [Here]

#mdzs #the untamed #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #grand master of demonic cultivation #gdc #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #lwj #lan qiren #lqr #lan xichen #lxc #original character #oc #mdzs fanfiction #my writing #founder of diabolism #founder of demonic cultivation

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loreswapgeorgehd · 3 years

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Hello my old heart,how have you been?

Are you still there inside my chest?

Ask Box Status: Open

Last edit: [11.08.2021]

《 Intro 》

Hello! This is an ask/roleplay blog for the (mostly)fanon dsmp character GeorgeeeHD/GeorgeHD! essentially, HD is like the loreswapped counterpart god to c!GNF. I'll add my interpretation of the character below after my tags! This is not in any way an impersonation of CC!gnf. This is just a fun little rp blog based of an AU swap! Anons,Fanon characters,OCs, Au,Kinnies,Loreswap,and Canon characters are all welcome here! Admin is 20 years old,uses He/They. I also run a c!GNF [@apatheticdaydreamer ] blog and a C!Sapnap[@sapituscanpvp ] blog.

《Tags》

#prophecies [ from X ] -Ask tag ! If you want a specific tag just ask. For frequent interacters I'll probably come up with a custom tag!

#a little joke never hurt anyone....too severely- in character posts!

#ooc -what it says on the tin! Anytime I write out of character will be tagged with this.

#guardian of the very ground you stand on- Reply

#I could rearrange your atoms with a snap of my fingers. Would you like that?- Thread

#Aes- Images that are "HDCore"

#a lonely form of admiration- Character study tag. Anything akin to web weaving.

#Godly Scratchings- art of HD made in response to things!

#two men contemplating the moon-Art

# forgotten scriptures- headcanons or info on HD

#[Trigger] tw! - the trigger will be placed before the TW! For ex: #blood tw.

#a spring of ichor- Angst or anything remotely upsetting! Probably won't happen much here unless it's induced♡

Profile picture: @narcolepticelf [ also here ]

Feel free to shoot me an ask or DM about any questions or requests! You can send me trigger tags that way too! Also if you'd like private roleplays or descriptive ones all you need to do is ask! I don't bite :}!

HD/Aychdi is queer and uses any pronouns! Though primarily she's referred to with He/They. She likes Other pronouns as well but won't take kindly to It/Thing addresses.

The rest of this is me talking about HD ! Just some basic shit,not super focused on his background persay but on what he can do.

HD Is essentially the god of the overworld realm. Though that of course can be tweaked and changed so he's more of a minor god! They are the patron of sleep/dreams,and have a tendency to prefer night time. She cares deeply for passive mobs and wildlife. Mushrooms,Flowers,Mooshrooms/Cows,and cats are among some of Aychdis favorites. He enjoys playing minor pranks and messing with mortals,but he's very hands off. The most he's known for amongst mortals is helping to grow Crops during the spring when the days are longer and she has less work to do at night . Alot of her basis for powers come from this video

Here's a couple screenies of notable abilities n such! Just an idea dump .

Might have to click to see the whole things but !

Sidenote: the Mortal mentioned in these is a Loreswap c!Dream! [@loreswapdream ]

For more background info HD was close friends/companions/partners with the guardian of the end and the guardian of the nether [DreamXD and Sapnaps counter part god,EX(e) respectfully]. I figured since in Canon dreamxd is associated with the End,and Sapnap is associated with the Nether/fire it made sense Lmao. You can ask about EX as well! I don't plan on doing much for him though unless there's feedback! Anyways uhmm yeah that's it send asks if u want!

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vinayrajoriaofficial · 3 years

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A Critical Essay on the Life & Poetry of William Wordsworth

With respect to 'The Prelude' & the 'Lyrical Ballads'

Portrait of the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth by Benjamin Haydon.

"You have given me praise for having reflected faithfully in my poems the feelings of human nature. I would fain hope that I have done so.

But a great poet ought to do more than this; he ought, to a certain degree, to rectify men’s feelings, to give them new compositions of feeling, to render their feelings more sane, pure, and permanent; in short, more consonant to Nature, that is, to eternal Nature, and the great moving spirit of things."

Wordsworth wrote this in a letter, in response, to his friend, John Wilson on the 7th of June 1802, thanking him for his heartiest congratulations on the success of his Lyrical Ballads and in the process reflected on the ideas of his poetical abilities and ambitions. Indeed, Wordsworth was a poet far ahead of his times, creating over the span of eighty years a colossal magnitude of poetic works which have become a part of the very fabric of the English language and literature.

Like many of his contemporaries, Wordsworth was influenced acutely by the historic event of the French Revolution, of which he was not only an observer but an active participant and supporter. But before delving too deep into his works and genius we must understand something about his life and childhood, without which, one cannot think of understanding his poetry let alone Wordsworth himself.

Young Wordsworth in 1798, in Town End, Grasmere.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH was born in the Lake District in April 1770 and died there eighty years later on 23 April 1850. He had three brothers and a sister, Dorothy, to whom throughout his life he was especially close. When she was six and he was nearly eight, their mother died. Dorothy was sent away to be brought up by relatives and a year later William was sent to Hawkshead Grammar School.

Wordsworth was cared for in lodgings and led a life of exceptional freedom, roving over the fells that surrounded the village. The death of his father broke in on this happiness when he was thirteen, but did not halt the education through nature that complemented his Hawkshead studies and became the theme of his poetry.

As an undergraduate at Cambridge, Wordsworth traveled (experiencing the French Revolution at first hand) and wrote poetry. His twenties were spent as a wanderer, in France, Switzerland, Wales, London, the Lakes, Dorset, and Germany. In France, he fathered a child whom he did not meet until she was nine because of the War.

In 1794 he was reunited with Dorothy and met Coleridge, with whom he published Lyrical Ballads in 1798, and to whom he addressed The Prelude, his epic study of human consciousness. In the last days of the century, Wordsworth and Dorothy found a settled home at Dove Cottage, Grasmere. Here Wordsworth wrote much of his best-loved poetry, and Dorothy her famous Journals.

In 1802 Wordsworth married Dorothy’s closest friend, Mary Hutchinson. Gradually he established himself as the great poet of his age, a turning-point coming with the collected edition of 1815. From 1813 Wordsworth and his family lived at Rydal Mount in the neighboring valley to Grasmere. In 1843 he became the poet laureate.

A recent cover page of the 'Lyrical Ballads' by Wordsworth & Coleridge, which heralded the Romantic Age in English Literature.

Now, keeping this dynamic canvas of Wordsworth’s life in consciousness can begin to grasp the magnitude of his poetic genius. To begin with, we can say Wordsworth was a game-changer in the history of English poetry. By publishing, his epoch-making collection of poems, Lyrical Ballads, Wordsworth along with Coleridge heralded the Romantic Age of English poetry. On which Coleridge writes in chapter 14 of his book, Biographia Literaria, about Wordsworth and his romantic ideas thus:

"Mr. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind’s attention to the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand."

-Coleridge on Wordsworth, Biographia Literaria

And so we see that Wordsworth did exhibit all these themes and ideas repeatedly in his entire works. He takes as his subjects the poor, the old, and the outcast, for example in the poems ‘Goody Blake and Harry Gill’, Wordsworth talks about an old woman who has to steal firewood to survive the winter. His poem, ‘Her Eyes Are Wild’, about a vagrant woman suckling her child:

Suck, little babe, oh suck again,

It cools my blood, it cools my brain,

Thy lips I feel them, baby, they

Draw from my heart the pain away.

-from ‘Her Eyes Are Wild’

In ‘The Old Cumberland Beggar’, a beggar sits among ‘wild empty hills’ eating, and his ‘palsied hands’ scatter crumbs while the ‘small mountain birds’ surround him, waiting warily for their ‘destined meal’. In the popular poem, ‘The Idiot Boy’ a poor countrywoman, Betty Foy, is the mother of a disabled son who gets lost and spends a night in the open air. When she finds him he speaks wonderingly of the owls and the moon, without realizing what they are.

This was a major breakthrough in English poetry as Wordsworth brought to the poetic arena, the lives of the common people and this was huge because no one had ever made such people a subject of their poems before. Also new in Lyrical Ballads are poems about children and how adults fail to understand them.

In the poem, ‘Anecdote for Fathers’, a boy resists adult logic, and in ‘We Are Seven’, a small girl, whose brother has died, insists that he still counts as one of the family. Wordsworth’s belief in the superiority of childhood is expressed most challengingly in the ‘Immortality Ode’ written in 1802, where he remembers his early years.

A painting of the French Revolution of 1789, which ousted monarchy from France and had a big impact on Wordsworth and many intellectuals.

Through his selected works, written after the experiences of the French Revolution, one also comes to feel the sympathetic nature of Wordsworth towards the lowly and the poor. Like in The Prelude, he recalls, how a revolutionary friend pointed to an emaciated girl they met on a walk and declared:

'Tis against that

That we are fighting

In the ‘Residence in London’ book of the same poem, he remembers seeing a poor man with a sick child in his arms, and writes:

Bending over it,

As if he were afraid both of the sun,

And of the air which he had come to seek,

Eyed the poor babe with love unutterable

As for expressing the moods and settings of nature, Wordsworth is the unquestioned master, often and aptly called by many to be the poet of nature. One can even argue that no English poet expresses nature in its innate sensual beauty and spiritual entirety as Wordsworth.

What’s more interesting in Wordsworth’s portrayal of nature is that for him Nature is not just Mother Earth that needs to be expressed and captured in words but is much more than that. Like in the poem ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’, included in Lyrical Ballads, Wordsworth expresses the belief that nature is conscious as he writes:

'Tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.’

Or the core Romantic belief that nature is a moral educator is stated with breath-taking simplicity in another Lyrical Ballads poem, ‘The Tables Turned’ where he writes:

One impulse from a vernal wood,

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.

In this regard one remembers a famous passage from The Prelude which gives an instance of Wordsworth expressing, nature acting as a moral guardian. The passage is about one summer evening when young Wordsworth takes a boat without its owner’s permission, and as he rows, he expresses:-

A huge peak, black and huge,

As if with voluntary power instinct,

Up reared its head

It seems to stride after him and, trembling, he returns the boat to where he found it. Even when not guilt-ridden, the boy Wordsworth in The Prelude is aware of nature as a living presence:

I heard among the solitary hills

Low breathings coming after me and sounds

Of indistinguishable motion, steps

Almost as silent as the turf they trod.

On Wordsworth’s poetic oeuvre, Walter Pater, a critic of Wordsworth’s time comments in his essay titled- Appreciations (1889) that Wordsworth to be the poet of ‘impassioned contemplation’ and in stressing both words equally, he got the balance exactly right. In his attempts to characterize the nature of the poetic or creative power, Wordsworth laid similar emphasis on impassioned seeing.

Perhaps, one can say, that the best encapsulation of Wordsworth's entire creative output has been written by none other than Wordsworth himself in the poem, ‘Glad sight wherever new with old’, written in 1842 when he was seventy-two. This poem points to almost everything that has been central to his long imaginative engagement with words and things. Wordsworth in it writes:

Glad sight wherever new with old

is joined through some dear home born tie;

The life of all that we behold

Depends upon that mystery.

Vain is the glory of the sky,

the beauty vain of field and grove

Unless, while with admiring eye

We gaze, we also learn to love.

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References & Research:-

The Concise History of English literature by William Henry Hudson

The Routledge history of English literature

The Routledge Anthology of Poets on Poets

A little history of Poetry by John Carey

JASTOR Essays

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