#eclipse loves grapes
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See.... He COULD comment about food. But he won't.
#ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɢᴏ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ. [ ɪᴄ ]#dash comm tba.#most people don't know that the BA CAN eat things besides#other species#it just doesn't give them a lot of power#eclipse loves grapes#but he wont say anything because even though he knows things have changed for the MOST part#he knows some peeps will squint at him. the Black Arms#talking about food
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Helllloooo v-v! I couldnt help but notice you've got requests open! Can I please request Jason x sunshine personality!gardener!reader ♡? 🌳
Jason x sunshine!gardener!reader
I know by the time this posts it'll be old news, but the eclipse yesterday was so pretty :3
Notes: Reader is GN
CWs: canon typical violence though it's only briefly mentioned
He loves your optimism so so much! Its nice to come home to you after a day of slashing campers
Sometimes he catches you working outside your shared cabin... and while he would prefer you'd stay inside until all the campers are handled with, he cant find himself to scold you in that moment- you just seem so happy to see him!
He definitely makes sure to push the point later in the evening
I believe I've mentioned somewhere in a jason post somewhere that the two of you make a garden together! I dont remember what post is was, though.. sighs
You grow flowers and food, further self sustaining yourselves in the woods!
He sometimes brings you things from the camp hes... "found"
Hats, coats, things like that to help protect yourself from the sun when you're working outside!
More than willing to help you with something that requires some heavy lifting or carrying- what seems impossible to you only weighs as much as a bag of grapes to Jason
Really comes in handy if you have a heavy load to drag from one place to another
Your energy tends to rub off on him, on days where hes more riled up.. you just kind of ease his rage away- take the edge off
Hes almost resentful that it took so long for you two to get together, he was so.. lonely.. before you came around
But hes happy that he has you now!
He stops to pick flowers for you before returning home
#jason vorhees x reader#jason vorhees imagine#jason voorhees x reader#jason x reader#jason voorhees imagine#slasher imagine#slasher x reader#slasher headcanons#slashers x you#slasher x you#slashers x reader#slashers imagine
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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
Inspired on the song "Too Sweet" by Hozier.
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Eddie Munson was a bitter soul, as sharp and biting as black coffee. They said he needed sweetness in his life, but alas, you were too sweet for him. Your kindness became his burden, a reminder of the bitterness he couldn't escape.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst.
Eddie, a man marred by life's relentless blows, harbored a bitter resentment towards the world. He resembled a tempestuous black cloud, casting a shadow over fields teeming with vitality and serenity, only to unleash his chaotic storm, leaving destruction in its wake. In his turbulent existence, he became the embodiment of despair, a tragic figure cursed to bring ruin to the very beauty he could never truly embrace.
Eddie, burdened by the weight of his own bitterness, couldn't help but pity his friends who bore the brunt of his cold demeanor. Despite his noble intentions, his mind was ensnared by a darkness that eclipsed his innate goodness.
Alone in his crumbling, embittered world, Eddie found solace amidst the decay. He drowned his soul in a bitter concoction of distant, surreal memories, each served colder than the last. Locked in a cycle of nostalgia and despair, he clung to the remnants of a past that seemed ever more distant, yet somehow more real than his present existence.
His friends, bless their hearts, tried tirelessly, for what felt like an eternity. Yet, despite their efforts, nothing could pry Eddie from the clutches of his self-imposed identity. He remained steadfast in his conviction, resigned to the bitter fate he believed was his alone. Like a lingering aftertaste, he permeated their lives, leaving behind a bitterness that lingered long after he was gone.
And then, on one fateful day, amidst the bitter aroma of coffee, there came a convergence of flavors. The bitterness of Eddie's world collided with the sweet nectar of possibility. As if carried by the gentle caress of a spring breeze, there appeared the most exquisite and divine creation: You.
You stood there, a perfect fusion of heaven's grace and innocence— not the naive kind, but the pure essence of kindness and sweetness. Among his circle of hopeful friends, you were the beacon of light, the embodiment of their deepest and happiest desires.
Slowly, like delicate vines reaching out, your essence entwined around Eddie's once-bitter heart. Despite his resistance, he found himself surrendering to the irresistible allure of your sweetness. The taste of grape nectar, like a balm, seeped into his veins, thawing the frost that had long encased his coldest parts. In your presence, he discovered a warmth he had long forgotten, a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of his past.
As the warmth intensified, it became an inferno, scorching everything in its path. And you, my dear, you were the epitome of sweetness, a radiant light that illuminated his darkened soul. But alas, in the blaze of passion, he found himself overwhelmed by the intensity of your sweetness. Like a parched wanderer stumbling upon an oasis, he drank greedily, only to realize that the sweetness was too much for his bitter palate to bear. And so, in the tragedy of it all, your sweetness became his undoing, a reminder of the darkness he could never fully escape.
Guilt gnawed at him, a relentless beast tearing through his resolve. He feared he would tarnish the purity of your sweetness with his own bitter essence, rendering it inedible, unfit for consumption. As he stood on the precipice of your love, he realized the undeniable truth: You were too sweet for him, a delicacy meant for those who could savor and appreciate your essence without tainting it with bitterness. And so, with a heavy heart, he withdrew, unable to bear the thought of sullying the beauty of your sweetness with his own bitterness.
It can't be said I'm an early bird
It's ten o'clock before I say a word
Each morning, as the sun reluctantly stretched its rays across the horizon, Eddie found himself drawn to the sight of you awakening. Your presence, so full of life and warmth, outshone even the sun itself, casting its brilliance upon his darkened world. But as he watched, a bitter realization gnawed at his soul like a relentless beast. He was the harbinger of storms, the bearer of darkness, and his very presence threatened to overshadow the delicate tendrils of your sweetness. Like thorny branches reaching out from his tormented soul, his negativity and bad mood threatened to entangle and suffocate the fragile beauty that graced his life. And in that moment of reckoning, he hated himself more than ever, for he knew that he was unworthy of the light you brought into his existence.
Baby, I can never tell
How do you sleep so well?
Driven by a longing he couldn't quell, Eddie yearned to unravel the mystery of your boundless sweetness and kindness. What arcane magic or hidden reservoir of strength allowed you to radiate such warmth in a world shrouded in darkness? He wondered, his heart heavy with the weight of his own bitterness, how could someone like him, consumed by shadows, ever hope to understand the light that emanated from you?
You keep telling me to live right
To go to bed before the daylight
Unbeknownst to him, you became his unwitting guide, a beacon of hope leading him out of the labyrinth of his stagnant mind. Though he resisted, there was a part of him that longed for your assistance, for the gentle touch of your kindness to break through the barriers he had erected around his heart. And so, in moments of vulnerability he dared not acknowledge, he allowed himself to be drawn towards the light you offered, hoping against hope that it might illuminate the shadows that lingered within him.
But then you wake up for the sunrise
You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
In his moments of introspection, Eddie couldn't help but entertain the thought that perhaps you wore a mask, concealing your true persona from him. How could someone be so consistently sweet and kind in a world so fraught with darkness and despair? In his selfish musings, he struggled to comprehend the authenticity of your sweetness, for what could someone like him, entrenched in bitterness, truly understand about such purity of heart? And yet, despite his doubts, a small ember of hope flickered within him, whispering that perhaps, just perhaps, your sweetness was indeed genuine, and not merely a facade.
Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
In his moments of quiet contemplation, Eddie couldn't help but entertain the unsettling thought: Would you, like him, one day succumb to the bitterness that seemed to permeate every corner of his existence? Did you, too, harbor a dormant chaos within you, waiting to be unleashed upon the world? It was a troubling notion, born from his own skewed perception of life's relentless struggles. He wondered if, deep down, you felt the same urge to embrace the chaos, to live fiercely and chaotically while you still could, before the weight of the world inevitably dragged you down into its depths. And yet, amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, he couldn't shake the fear that perhaps you were too pure, too untainted by the darkness that consumed him, to ever understand the allure of living chaotically.
If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world
As Eddie grappled with his doubts and fears, a moment of clarity washed over him like a cleansing tide. In the radiance of your presence, he felt the sincerity of your purity, the unwavering passion for life that emanated from every fiber of your being. Your incomparable sweetness, so genuine and unyielding, melted away the shadows that clouded his mind, leaving behind only the warmth of your light. In that moment, he knew that whatever doubts may have plagued him were but fleeting whispers in the face of the undeniable truth: you were a beacon of goodness in a world that sorely needed it, and he was blessed to bask in your presence.
I think I'll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
Despite his stubborn refusal to let go of the bitterness that had become so deeply ingrained within him, Eddie found himself unable to escape the echoes of the bells that reverberated through his mind. Try as he might to drown out the sweet melody with distractions and vices, the haunting chime persisted, a reminder of the purity and goodness he yearned for but felt unworthy of. In the depths of his despair, he clung to the bitterness like a drowning man to a life raft, even as the sweet resonance of your presence called out to him, begging him to let go and embrace the light. And though he resisted, a flicker of hope ignited within him, whispering that perhaps, just perhaps, it wasn't too late to silence the discordant symphony of bitterness and allow the sweet melody of your essence to fill his soul.
You're too sweet for me
You're too sweet for me
In the depths of his self-loathing, Eddie couldn't shake the feeling of unworthiness that gnawed at his soul like a relentless beast. You, with your boundless kindness and passion, seemed like a beacon of purity in comparison to the darkness that consumed him. He saw himself as nothing more than a hideous stain on the canvas of your life, unworthy of the love and goodness you offered so freely. The sweetness of your presence, like a bitter reminder of his own inadequacies, only served to deepen his despair, leaving him drowning in a sea of self-loathing and regret. And so, he resigned himself to the belief that no matter how desperately he wished otherwise, he would forever remain unworthy of the light you brought into his world.
I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go
I work late where I'm free from the phone
Unlike you, Eddie lacked a perspective on life. His dreams remained just that—mere fantasies, never allowed the luxury of belief. He denied himself even the basic care and nurturing that every soul deserves, unwilling to accept kindness from others or extend it to himself. In his eyes, self-care was a luxury he couldn't afford, and being cared for was a vulnerability he couldn't bear to expose. He existed in a perpetual state of self-imposed isolation, unable to break free from the chains of his own making, condemned to a life devoid of the warmth and compassion he so desperately needed but refused to acknowledge.
And the job gets done
But you worry some, I know
Despite the internal cries of anguish, Eddie persisted in his self-imposed neglect, refusing to grant himself even the most basic acts of care and compassion. He endured, a solitary figure navigating the tumultuous waters of his own despair, while you, with your unwavering concern and efforts to nurture him, faced an uphill battle. Despite your best intentions, your attempts to care for him seemed to fall on deaf ears, unable to penetrate the walls he had erected around his heart. He knew that you tried, that you worried for him, but he remained steadfast in his resistance, unwilling to let anyone, including himself, break through the barriers he had built to shield himself from the pain of the world.
But who wants to live forever, babe?
You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate
In the depths of his despair, Eddie clung to the belief that he didn't need to take care of himself; after all, he had managed to survive this long. Yet, as he witnessed your unwavering commitment to self-care, treating yourself like a sacred temple, he couldn't help but marvel at your purity and sweetness. He longed to be worthy of praising you in this temple of self-love, but the darkness that consumed his own soul cast a shadow over his aspirations. He feared that his own dirty, corroded essence would only tarnish the sanctity of your sacred space, rendering his attempts at admiration futile. And so, he remained trapped in a cycle of self-neglect, unable to bridge the gap between his brokenness and your purity.
The rest of you like you're the TSA
I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong
Eddie harbored a deep longing to emulate your purity and kindness, to bask in the innocence that seemed to radiate from your being. Yet, he couldn't escape the harsh reality that he had long been corrupted by the trials and tribulations of life. The stains of his past sins and regrets seemed etched into his very soul, casting a permanent shadow over any hopes of redemption. Despite his yearning to shed the weight of his tarnished spirit and embrace the light, he felt shackled by the chains of his own darkness, unable to break free from the grip of his own corruption. And so, he watched from afar, admiring the purity he could never attain, resigned to the bitter truth that he would forever remain a prisoner of his own past.
You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain
Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape
You embodied everything Eddie longed to be but feared he could never attain: a radiant beacon of life and warmth, exuding kindness and gentleness like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. You seemed to possess an otherworldly grace, ethereal and angelic, your presence a testament to the beauty and goodness that seemed to elude him at every turn. And oh, your sweetness, sweeter than the sweetest grape, a taste of heaven on earth that he could only dream of savoring. In your presence, he felt the stark contrast between your light and his darkness, yearning to bridge the gap but never quite daring to take the leap. You were his unreachable dream, a vision of purity and goodness that he could only admire from afar, forever haunted by the knowledge of what he could never become or have.
If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait
Until that day
Eddie entertained a fleeting thought: perhaps if you were a little more bitter, if the harsh realities of life tainted your sweetness, he might find solace in your company. But even in that scenario, he knew deep down that your inherent sweetness would remain untouched, a beacon of light amidst the darkness. No amount of bitterness could dull the purity of your essence, nor could it bridge the chasm between your sweetness and his own bitterness. In the end, he resigned himself to the bitter truth: you would always be too sweet for him, a reminder of the goodness he yearned for but could never fully embrace.
I'd rather take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
In the dead of night, consumed by his own self-loathing and despair, Eddie made a decision. Unable to bear the thought of staining you with the bitter taste of his existence, yet too selfish to let you go, he chose the coward's path and vanished into the shadows. With heavy footsteps and a heart weighed down by regret, he left behind nothing but the lingering aroma of black coffee, a bitter reminder of his presence. In his absence, the emptiness of your sanctuary echoed with the absence of his warmth, leaving behind a void that no sweetness could ever hope to fill. And so, Eddie disappeared into the night, carrying with him the burden of his own bitterness, forever haunted by the memory of the sweetness he could never truly embrace.
You're too sweet for me
You're too sweet for me
In the aftermath of Eddie's departure, a profound bitterness consumed you, twisting your once radiant soul into a shadow of its former self. Hurt by life's relentless onslaught and disillusioned by the absence of goodness, you became a tempest of darkness, a black cloud that hung heavily over fields once lush with life and calm. Your presence, once a beacon of light, now brought only devastation and despair, as your chaotic storm tore through everything in its path. With each passing moment, the weight of sorrow bore down upon you, suffocating any glimmer of hope that dared to flicker. You had become a tragic figure, condemned to roam the desolate landscape of your own making, forever haunted by the memory of the sweetness that had slipped away, leaving only bitter emptiness in its wake. Now a mere fragment of your former self, you found yourself consumed by bitterness and sorrow, a shadow of the person you once were. Yet, amidst the darkness that enveloped you, a tiny flicker of sweetness remained, reserved especially for him—the sweetest bitter man you had ever known. Despite the distance that now separated you, his memory lingered like a bittersweet melody, haunting your every thought and breath. You carried a piece of him within you, a reminder of the love and pain intertwined inextricably in your shared history. And so, you existed in a liminal space between bitterness and sweetness, forever tethered to him by the invisible threads of memory and longing, a solitary figure in the vast expanse of your own sorrow.
Tagging some mutuals: @ali-r3n @birdysaturne @munsonology @bvtbxtch @bimbobaggins69
#darknesseddiemfics#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddiemunson#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson angst#too sweet
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My fellow S.A.M.S peeps forgive me, for I have sinned……….i never got that attached to Solar…..
I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT!!! HE SEEMS LIKE A CHARACTER I WOULD ABSOLUTELY ADORE IN EVERY ASPECT, BUT I JUST NEVER GOT SUPER INTO HIM AND I DONT KNOW WHY!!!!!
don’t get me wrong, I like/liked Solar, but he never got into my top 3 AND I DONT KNOW WHY DAMN IT!!!
It’s not that I don’t want to like the same character that everyone else likes, because I love Lunar, and we all know how we feel about lunar. And it’s not that I can’t get unhealthy attached to characters in this show, because I absolutely love Castor and Pollux (tho that might just be my inner space science fiction loving child screaming inside of me), and I would feel like my heart had been thrown off a cliff if they ever died. SO I JUST DONT KNOW WHY I DONT LOVE HIM!!!!!!
So I got confused at first when the timestamp people in the comments would specifically timestamp when Solar came into frame and say: “oh hi Solar!” Or “oh hey look, it’s Solar!” Because I liked him, but at the end of the day I never really saw him as more than a compromise with the fans on a “eclipse redemption arc”.
And I felt bad for Solar when he died, and especially bad for sun and moon after he died, but what made me mainly feel bad was the effect that his death had on others, rather then being one of the ones who was effected by his death. And I knew the fans would be sad, BUT IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I HEAR THROUGH THE GRAPE VINE THAT ON THE HELL SITE KNOWN AS TWITTER.COM THAT DAVIS WAS GETTING DEATH THREATS OVER A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.
LIKE……. Y A L L . . . I KNEW YALL LIKE SOLAR, BUT FOR A FEW PEOPLE THREATEN A CREATOR WITH DEATH OVER HIS OWN CHARACTER IS A MARIANA TRENCH KINDA LOW…….
So I know that this confession was supposed to be so I could express my confusion about me not liking Solar in this online fandom confession booth, but I’d also like to say as someone with a clear mind and no bias towards Solar: let Davis do whatever the fuck he wants. I know that you guys really want him back, but at the end of the day, Davis birthed this show with his own hips, so unless it’s genuine criticism of the show, let the man do whatever the fuck he wants with it and not peer pressure him into bringing Solar back.
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#sun and moon show#the sun and moon show#tsams#sams#tsams confession#< block this if you dont want to see these#mod 1blood
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How Enhypen Confess To You
(1/7 of this fic sponsored by my love of Day6 lol. Also, this is your daily reminder: don’t give ducks bread 🦆😆)
Jungwon
♡ The two of you had gone for a walk in the park, Jungwon having had a free day and not wanted to waste even the smallest piece of the precious spring beauty.
♡ At least that’s how it began. After a stroll beneath the blossoms, the two of you wended your way down the hilly green trails that led to the pond and tossed grape halves to the ducks that paddled around there. From there, you crossed to an open expanse of hills, the occasional couple and family dotting the wide green. You chatted, then Jungwon was lightly teasing you, and somehow in the shine of sun and mirth he started chasing you along one of the hills.
♡ You ran, giggling, and Jungwon was caught up in the joy of the perfect day. His foot caught as he ran, sending him stumbling forward. Before he could faceplant into the grass, though, you reached out and caught him by the collar of his cardigan, holding him steady and stepping closer to right him.
♡ “You’re my hero, (y/n),” he told you with a grin. “I’m just glad I was here to save you,” you replied with a joyous look of your own, “I think we were having a bit too much fun.” Jungwon paused, biting his lip with a bit of hesitance before he spoke. “I always have too much fun when I’m with you. Being with you, well…it just feels right.”
♡ “That’s exactly how I feel, Jungwon.” His smile widens, revealing the dimples you love, and his eyes drift down to your hand, which is still clutching his collar. Embarrassment flicks across your face, but is quickly eclipsed by mischief as you tug him toward your lips.
Heeseung
♡ He doesn’t think he should confess, frankly, because he’s scared of messing things with you and the guys up, so the rest of Enhypen decides to force his hand because there’s no way you guys don’t both like each other.
♡ They all hype up using one of their days off to go see a movie, all eight of them. Jay says he’s heard good reviews, Riki and Sunoo say they can’t wait to see it, Jungwon thinks it’ll be great bonding time for you eight. Then when Heeseung and you arrive at the theatres early just like the whole group chat planned, none of them are there.
♡ Seeing him as the most trustworthy, Heeseung texts Jungwon to see what's up, apologizing to you as he does so. "I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what's wrong with everybody." Ding.
Yang Jungwon: Oh, we aren't going, we all got...called in for a doctor’s appointment! ㅎ ㅎ Enjoy your date :3
Me: What? Was this all part of your little plan? It isn't a date if we don't both agree and think of it as one.
Yang Jungwon: Then make it one 😼
♡ "I'm sorry," Heeseung sighs, apologizing once more in a calm voice despite his internal monologue being ready to punch all of his dongsaengs, "now it looks like they're dropping the ball. Something about doctor's appointments or something. If you want to call it off, I understand." Your look of concern melted into incredulity. "No one's sick or hurt, are they?" Not until I'm through with them. "No, not really, I don't think." "Then as long as you don't have to leave," you say with a smile, "why would we have to cancel? I for one am really glad to be able to spend more time with you." The earnest way you speak, your pretty smile and the pleased tilt of your lips, it's all too much for Heeseung. You just sound so sincere, maybe, just maybe, this can be a date. If he doesn't try, he'll regret it for the rest of his life.
♡ "I am, too. Glad that I get to spend more time with you, that is. The truth is, (y/n), that I like you." "I like you too!" You reply brightly, leaning closer into his side as his jaw drops. "You do? The others were right then..." He pulls you into his side, chuckling. "Well, in that case, I'll tell you the truth: they bailed because they wanted me to make this a date." "If that was what it took," you joked, linking your arm with Heeseung's, "I'd have cancelled one of our plans long ago."
Jay
♡ Jay's torn. What's the best way to show someone you really care? A grand gesture, showing them you'd go out of your way for them and spoiling them with the appreciation they deserve. What's the safest way to make your feelings known without the pain of a long, hard, detailed rejection? Just slipping their object a little line that might go over their head.
♡ He practically practices the line more than the outing, convinced having the perfect one is more make-or-break than your destination, which you two would enjoy almost no matter what. He could ask 'wanna kiss?', then have a couple Hershey's in his bag as backup if you were grossed out. But that was a bit too forward maybe? It needed to be something between a compliment and a cheap pickup phrase.
♡ You arrive at the art gallery, the place where Jay had reserved entry tickets and invited you to stroll through with him. He has to smile at the sight of you dressed in a black outfit that was perfectly your style... and accidentally complimentary to his own dark-hued look. "Hey, we match!" You beat him to the punch as you greeted him with a hug, smiling wider at the fond look he gave you as you pulled away. At the thought of you two resembling a couple, Jay’s fondness intensifies. “We sure do.”
♡ You’re strolling past a section of Victorian art, landscapes and beautiful portraits alike. Every now and again, you tug on Jay’s sleeve, pointing him towards one that really speaks to you with sparkling eyes that have him subconsciously leaning into you that much more, far more taken by that than anything a paintbrush can create. His jacket brushes your cheek at one point, a flush of admiration creeping to his face at the adorable way you crinkle your nose.
♡ “You know where the prettiest work of art here is?” Jay suddenly asks you after a few minutes of taking in a gorgeous floral still-life. “Where?” You ask, head suddenly snapping up like you could beat him to finding it. Shaking his own head, Jay motions to you. “Right here.” If you laugh it off, he’ll back off, he thinks. But instead you turn your head away shyly. “I didn’t know you thought that,” you replied quietly. “I do,” Jay insists, craning his neck to look more directly at you. “And here I thought you were more handsome than any statue we saw today,” you added more boldly, and Jay was practically ready to faint. He settled for yanking you into a kiss before you could see his blush, though.
Jake
♡ You’re the most amazing person Jake has ever met, so you deserve to be told that, shown that & then some. What to do, though, that would capture it?
♡ Learn a song to serenade you with, that’s what!!! What captures how Jake is feeling, and how he wants you to know that even if it’s hard, you can say no? Day6’s 좋아합니다 (I Like You) is what he settles on, the words shaking him to his core when he listens to it, realizing it’s exactly what he wants to say to you. It feels like they wrote it for that moment. He wants to love you, but he doesn’t want to lose you, either.
♡ He practices every day that he can, learning a rendition on his guitar to back up the lyrics, which he pours his heart into every time. Finally, he tells you he wants to show you something, pulling you aside and readying his guitar as he gives you the most emotion-filled performance yet. Your hands are reaching for your quickly beating heart by the time Jake is finished, your voice faltering as it gushes praises for his beautiful performance.
♡ "H- have you ever felt like that, (y/n)?" Jake suddenly asks, head tilting as he looks away, running a hand through the hair falling at the back of his neck. "Yes," you reply quietly with a nod. Even as his gaze drops, your eyes follow his, much steadier than your words. "Well, me too. You're one of the best friends I've had, so I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but I just had to tell you somehow how amazing you are. You're just a great person and you make me happy. Would you ever consider being more than friends?"
♡ "Yes," you repeated, this time a bit louder, "I thought my heart was going to explode because you were singing exactly how I feel about you! Yes, yes, I would!" Jake leapt off the stool he'd sat on to play you his song, running to stand by you and take the hand that was pressed over your heart in his with a few lighthearted taps. "No exploding! No exploding!" You giggled at his sweet voice and cute expression, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks. "How can it not when you do that?"
Sunghoon
♡ Bro it is a total accident 💀 leave it to Sunghoon’s luck…but also apparently do actually because it gets him to confess to you 👀
♡ It all started on Enhypen’s and your game night. Heeseung was all geared up to destroy Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki at Mario Kart while the rest of you had somehow gotten entangled in a game of Monopoly, and we all know how that goes!
♡ “I’m the ultimate businessman,” Jay remarked, “so I’m going to win this!” “You never know,” Sunoo contested, “with my luck I might beat you!” “So you guys are just ignoring me?” Jake teased, turning away in mock offense. “That’s cool. That’s fine. You’ll all see. What about you, Sunghoon? Are you going to win or are you going to let (y/n) win?” Jake asked, turning Sunghoon’s way with a nod of the head towards you. After a brief, barely perceptible dagger-glare Jake’s way, Sunghoon responded, managing to cover his pounding heart with a “Well, we’ll just have to see, huh?”
♡ When you start playing, though, for all of Sunoo and the J-boys’ talk, you’re the one accruing wealth at the fastest rate, having gotten multiple chances at expensive properties that really stabbed everyone for toll. Jay, wanting to take you down, told Sunghoon the moment he had a chance to buy one off of you. “Ruin (y/n)’s chances of winning,” he urged. “Are you really going to destroy my empire now?” You mock-pouted, and to your faint surprise Sunghoon relented immediately, determined stare softening back up. “No, I like you too much to do that.”
♡ The game piece you were holding (the dog, of course, for Sunghoon made sure to sneak it by you so you had your favorite) tumbled out of your hand. “You like me too?” Sunghoon froze, eyes darting between the fallen pewter scotty and your slowly fading smile. Your own gaze started to fall from him…wait, you thought- “I do! I really do!” He blurted out in a panic before you thought he misunderstood. When your smile came back, he reached down, picked up your game piece, and pressed it into your hand. Taking the piece slowly, your hands brushing with his, you looked at him with triumphant joy. He finished his turn immediately, letting his hand creep over to yours when you righted your piece again, attention far from Monopoly. “Jake was right. I’m so letting you win.”
Sunoo
♡ No matter when he does it, where Sunoo confesses how he feels about you, he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’s a moment that’ll be captured forever in his memory.
♡ That thought gets his mental gears turning just as they turn trying to confirm he has a chance with you, working until they hatch a plan that makes him happy enough to burst into a smile just walking down the hall at work.
♡ “Hey, we’ve never done this before- let’s try it!” Looking up, you follow Sunoo’s pointing hand across the lane to lock your gaze on a photo booth. It was your first time hanging out since the idea had come to him, so he chose your venue wisely. Luckily you agreed immediately, eagerly pulling him into the booth and pulling out money to deposit into the machine.
♡ For the first shot, you did bunny ears on top of Sunoo’s head with your index and middle fingers while he did a flower pose, smile full as he laughed at your teasing pose and admired your smile. In the second, you made normal smiles as you each put a hand out, forming a heart shape. The timer started counting down, so you turned to Sunoo to ask what you should do next, only to be met with a dreamy look in his lovely amber eyes. “I like you,” he said. Your hands flew up by your face, barely able to obscure the massive smile that spread across it. Click. The camera went off right as you reacted, but you barely regarded it.
♡ The last shot on the strip, neither of you were really looking at the camera, you least off all as you were turned, eyes fluttering shut, lips pressed to Sunoo’s cheek. Just as the thought had echoed across his mind, he truly captured the moment forever and ever, each of you carrying a copy that you could hold and reminisce on for the rest of your lives.
Ni-Ki
♡ He wants everything to be perfect, so by golly it will be 😤
♡ Step One? He’s inviting you to your favorite place, be it a cute café or a full-on restaurant, you will be meeting him there. Step Two is procuring the flowers he will be presenting you with as you walk in.
♡ Which you eventually do, literally taking Riki’s breath away with how you make even the simplest of outfits look amazing and the way your smile holds a perfect day’s rising sun.
♡ Your mouth falls open at the flowers, blossoms delicately bursting from their paper confines as they fave you. “Riki, this is amazing, but what’s this all for?” You truly look confused and he almost wants to laugh. He does chuckle, in fact. “What? Is it obvious?” You ask him. You guys are young. It’s not like you’re getting flowers left and right. “It is to me. I really like you, (y/n). So we’re going to have the best day ever!” He smiles widely as his eyes fix you in a way they’ve never done before. It falters slightly the longer you stare, returning only when you mirror it.
♡ “I already have!” You exclaim, gently moving the flowers aside to pull Riki into a hug. You feel a breath of startlement escape him before he tightly hugs back, practically crushing the life out of you in response and swinging you back and forth a bit. As you pulled away, looking into those beautiful brown eyes, you giggled. “I didn’t expect you to be so traditional!” “I wanted to get the point across!” He shot back with a playful shove. “It only took me a second because I felt like I was dreaming,” you replied.
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen reactions#enhypen x reader#enhypen scenarios#jungwon#heeseung#jay#jake#sunghoon#sunoo#ni-ki#gender neutral reader
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Can we have some facts about the harpy au?
ask and you shall receive :)
Table of contents:
Favorite things of the harpies - 1st indent
Dislikes of the harpies - 2nd indent
Eclipse facts - 3rd indent
Moon facts - 4th indent
Sun facts - 5th indent
The Wisp Brothers Facts - 6th indent
Y/N Facts - 7th indent
AU facts - 8th indent
FAVORITE THINGS:
Eclipse: Fish, daisies, spooky stories, mangoes, woodpeckers, orange, purple, autumn, going for a fly at dusk, pumpkin seeds, y/n, throwing things into lakes (rocks, sticks etc), (more coming soon)
Moon: Bacon and eggs, reading, people watching, scarves, blue, clouds, grapes, plain (no sauce) cooked pasta noodles, stars/astronomy (more coming soon)
Sun: Marigolds, ferrets, pink roses, frogs, butterflies, waterfalls, jelly sandwiches, pumpkin pie, decorate random things, doing harmless pranks, playing his flute (more coming soon)
DISLIKES:
Eclipse: Frogs, pineapple, scorching hot days, mustard, cruel parents, his Lichtenberg Figure (big scar on his back), lightning storms, (more coming soon)
Moon: Lemons, Eclipse, crying, cats, removing his hat, winter, molting, lightning storms, (more coming soon)
Sun: Flying in bad weather, mushrooms, ruffled feathers, mildly dirty things, Moon’s night terrors, falling, being treated like a kid, (more coming soon)
Eclipse Facts:
Never liked Olympus
Absolutely HATES frogs for no apparent reason
Thinks his cave gets lonely sometimes
Has been struck by lightning (he’s got a scar now)
Loves storms but is terrified to fly in them
He’s got the groggiest voice in history (or so he claims)
Buries unloved and under-treated children in a field because their parents won’t do it themselves
Taught himself to draw (he’s not super good but… yk…)
He’s around 7.5-8 feet tall
Thinks he’s charming
Moon Facts
Is fascinated by humans
Would kill/do anything for his brother, Sun
Has never had a love interest
Hates his brother Eclipse (now)
Used to tolerate Eclipse (back then)
Has frequent night terrors causing panic attacks
His freckles glow when flustered
Absolutely hates crying
His favorite food is bacon and eggs
Is allergic to marigolds (just gets the sniffles, nothing too bad)
Used to have has a problem with plucking feathers
Sun Facts:
His favorite flowers are marigolds but Moon’s allergic to them :(
Loves to play with small animals (squirrels, frogs, butterflies, etc.)
Enjoys foraging
He’s the family cooker (until him and Moon left Eclipse)
Embodiment of anxiety
Good at hiding stress and feelings in general
Smells literally every flower he sees
Stargazing is fun for him
Never had a love interest
Always wanted a cat (Moon said no)
Wisp Brothers Facts:
They are VERY short boys and they can shrink even smaller
Lunar and Jack’s fire that they have is actually cold, not hot
they get up to a lot of shenanigans together
Lunar can get serious sometimes; Jack has no thoughts behind his eyes
Killed by [ ]
They like to visit the cabin y/n lives in
Lunar hates harpies
Jack doesn’t remember a lot of things including how he died and why Lunar hates harpy!eclipse
Lunar takes good care of Jack
Jack was supposed to be created to protect Lunar and vice versa
Y/N Facts:
They inherited their grandpa’s cabin in a village (the cabin is in the woods near the village)
uses magic
doesn’t know shit about magic (uses it anyway)
They own a Birman cat named Poncho
mythology nerd
only had one friend in the village and his name is Nathan (all the other folks hate them because they think y/n’s a witch/warlock)
likes harpies
LOVES mangoes for no apparent reason
sort of a crazy introvert/ambivert
likes to get cozy by a fireplace with a book
AU Facts
The AU’s birthday is on April 3rd
Drabbles, AO3 works, art and comics will be posted
There’s a lot of lore
Perhaps I will open a “Talk to the Harpies” event later
(more facts coming soon)
#hahskeleton#fnaf#sun and moon show#fnaf security breach#moondrop#sundrop#sams eclipse#harpy au#winged au#harpy!eclipse#harpy!moon#harpy!sun#wisp!lunar#wisp!jack#harpy au y/n#witch/warlock y/n#eclipse fnaf#fnaf eclipse#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf daycare attendant#daycare attendent#sams lunar#sams jack#the daycare attendant#floppy says something#eclipse x reader#eclipse x y/n#fun facts#dca au
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CockTails in the Skyy! - Drink Recap
I made it through eight rounds of drinking, so I could get through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage. Below are the basic ingredients for each drink, links to the connected post rambling about each episode, and the drinking GIFs I used for each installment. Feel free to take the GIFs and the drink recipes to use as you'd like.
Bottoms Up!
Rum-Antics - Never Let Me Go (7.5/10)
spiced rum since I couldn't get Mekhong
smashed blueberries for that purple color that Nueng and Palm always had during their lovey-dovey scenes
ginger ale because I think Nueng was studying abroad in England, but if not . . . it is what it is
brown sugar and lime juice on the rim for class differences
Sun & Stars - Star in My Mind (7/10)
gin & tonic to balance the bitter and sweet of Daonuea and Khabkluen's dynamic
pineapple juice for that beach vibe
elder flower syrup and vanilla bean sugar on the rim to add to the sickly sugariness they expell
Jack Nasty - The Eclipse (8/10)
Jack Daniel's Honey Whiskey for Akk and Ayan's sweet yet intense dynamic
unfiltered apple cider for the A+ prefect jerk, Akk
lemon juice for the wrench in the system and Sour Patch kid, Ayan
honey and cinnamon on the rim for Kan and Thua
Purple Pair - Vice Versa (6/10, could've been 9/10)
Absolut vodka because vodka is my least favorite liquor (just like this show), but Absolut since much like this company, I'm gonna support my fellow queers no matter what
cranberry juice for Puen's pink(ish)
curaçao for Talay's blue
lavender syrup and rock candy on the rim for the wild switcheroo between calm and chaos
For Goodness' Sake - My School President (9/10)
sake for Chinzhilla's hot pot adventure
more white wine for all the whining and pining the Gun and Tinn did
lemons, limes, oranges, grapes, and apple slices for the sweetness overload (I was going to comment about the variation of fruits, but I don't know the crowd's feelings on the word, so . . . *takes a big sip directly from the bottle*)
Deja Brew - A Boss & A Babe (8/10)
dark coffee for our "tough" boss, Gun
vanilla brandy for the boss's babe, Cher
soy milk and ice for the men holding it together Tubtab and Jack
whipped cream and chocolate shavings for the disgustingly sweet Three and Zo
Sleigh What? - Bad Buddy (9.5/10 crossover with ATOTS)
champagne because all I hear is Jessie Ware's "Champagne Kisses" when I see these too
coconut water for episode 11's cake by the ocean (sex on the beach)
mint for that refreshing Pran smell that Pat loves
Christmas glass because it felt like Christmas getting that crossover and never forget Pat was shot on Christmas Eve!
Par-tea-ing Ways - A Tale of Thousand Stars (9.5/10 crossover with Bad Buddy)
tequila because I was saving my favorite liquor for my favorite series in this lineup
mango tea for those sachets that saved the village
chimoy and Tajín on the rim for that 🔥🔥🔥 Tian and Phupha bring
As usual,
Cheers, Queers!
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do you think griffith post his return to human form is the same as griffith before eclipse personality wise ( if not how would guts react if the griffith post return flat out state that while he regained human form a part of the old griffith is gone and outright states that griffith loved guts ( and that him choosing to leave is what led him to choose to use the behelit)
I think the relationship between human Griffith and NeoGriffith, personalitywise, is kind of like the relationship between grape juice squeezed from a grape and grape juice from concentrate.
What I mean is, you take out parts of human Griffith and then add different parts to what's left and what you get is something similar but not the same. And someone who has only ever had grape juice from concentrate might not know what the difference is, or even that there is a difference, but someone who has had both will know even if they don't know how to put it into words.
The biggest question is basically how much of the original "juice" is left, which is somewhat unclear.
And I think Guts would be devastated by that. Because the thing is, he already kind of blames himself for the Eclipse, but a lot of that isn't confirmed or solidified in his head. He knows that his leaving somehow led to Griffith's head being messed up but he doesn't know exactly what the reason for that was. He knows something made Griffith make that choice, but he doesn't know what. Suddenly he would understand not only that his actions were directly implicated in what happened but also that the thing he sought (for Griffith to value and "see" him) was lost specifically because he chose to seek it.
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Who was the offering for? Who are u getting drunk with on a random Monday? Tbh I’d love to do the same once I turn 21
Lmao love the Monday thing XD I'm not doing anything today (a.k.a. not driving), so I drank in honor of the eclipse. I gave it as offering first! It was for Helios, Selene, Apollo, Artemis, and Hermes. I'm offering a second glass as well since that's a lot of deities. My resources are sparse, however, due to a big move I'm preparing for, so most devotional things are packed.
I wish you a happy 21st when you get there! Til then, you can always have some sparkling grape juice or cider c: (not the same, I know, but I figured I'd mention it ^^)
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Tainted Magic, Tainted Blood - Chapter One
A "The Sun and Moon Show" AU x Reader
Masterlist || AO3 || Prologue || Chapter Two
*****
"Your Majesty, Lord Eclipse is waiting in the dining hall for you."
"I'll be down in a moment," Y/N called towards her chamber doors. She turned back to her vanity and sighed, fiddling with the engagement ring upon her finger. After a moment, she shook her head and grabbed her brush.
Y/N had no idea how to feel about her arranged marriage with Eclipse. She felt as if she barely knew him, even though she'd known him for as long as she could remember. She mulled over her childhood memories with him frequently as of late - trying to understand why she had such a negative gut feeling towards him. But each time she tried to understand, it just gave her a horrible headache. So she would settle with it being nerves for marriage in general and not Eclipse.
After the princess finished brushing her hair, she stood from her stool and wandered to her wardrobe to get dressed for breakfast. She chose a simple, soft yellow morning dress that had dark blue stitching, and paired it with similar blue house shoes. After a quick glance in her mirror, she made her way down to the dining hall to join her fiance.
"Ah, my love, you've made it," Eclipse said, standing from his seat at the head of the table and approaching Y/N to greet her. She gave him a friendly smile as he led her to her chair, although his face quickly contorted to reflect disdain at her choice in dress color.
"Good morning, Lord Eclipse," she said plainly, which only made him sigh and recompose his gentle expression.
"My dearest, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Eclipse?" he asked slowly. The princess only shrugged in response, allowing him to push her chair back in.
"My apologies, Lo- Eclipse," she corrected. Eclipse rolled his eyes as he took his seat once more and pulled his silverware from their neatly rolled napkin. The princess copied his movements out of habit, not looking up from the table as Eclipse spoke again.
"Darling," he started. She only hummed in response, feeling his eyes on her as she reached for the plate of fresh fruit. "You are aware that the Spring Masquerade Ball is tonight, yes?" She hummed again, popping a grape into her mouth and appearing somewhat disinterested. Eclipse cleared his throat gently. "I would like us to make an appearance."
When Y/N didn't so much as flinch at his words, he sighed. "Together."
Y/N's hand paused, hovering over the plate of assorted cheeses, as she finally looked up at him. She struggled to process what he was implying. "You wish for us to make your courting of me public?" she questioned, uneasiness coating her voice. She hadn't yet come to terms with the fact that they were to be married soon enough. But to let the entire kingdom know of this was an entirely new level to their relationship she hadn't come close to thinking about. Eclipse dished himself some of the scrambled eggs and smiled.
"Of course. I think it's only appropriate at this point. We are to be married in a week's time, after all." Y/N blinked her confused expression away and carried on acting uninterested.
"Very well. If you think it's appropriate then so be it. What colors shall I wear?"
The rest of breakfast went by quickly as Eclipse called for some of the waitstaff to begin gathering the tailors for the princess's dress. Y/N tried her best to remain indifferent to the choices she was presented with as her fiance delegated servants to perform individual tasks. After what felt like an eternity, Eclipse's advisor, Solar Flare, entered the dining room.
"Sir, there is something I need to speak to you about," he said in that same monotone voice he always used. The princess found it rather annoying at times, not understanding his inflection to gauge the emotion he was relaying when he spoke. But she had grown fond of him lately, being that he was the only one willing to answer her questions when she asked them.
But as he spoke to Eclipse, she noted the nervous glance he made in her direction, immediately piquing her interest in whatever he wished to inform her fiance about. "Give me a moment, would you," Eclipse grumbled, rather annoyed by the interruption.
"I'm afraid the matter cannot wait, sir," Solar stated, giving the princess another glance. She decided she'd reached her limit now, lifting her head up to address the waitstaff that still stood around, holding various fabrics and color pallets to be decided on.
"Leave us," Y/N said gently before turning to her fiance's advisor. "Is something the matter?"
Eclipse immediately lifted his head with an expression akin to that of a child that has been caught doing something they shouldn't. "It's not something you need bother yourself with, dearest," he said, reaching across the table and holding his hand out for her to place hers into. But she ignored him and continued to stare down Solar, lifting an eyebrow to coax him to speak. He looked to Eclipse, who shot him a very nasty look.
"Deepest apologies, Your Majesty, but it is not something I can discuss with you quite yet," he said, turning back to Y/N with a regretful look. The princess crossed her arms and turned away from the two of them like a child, indignation drawing her eyebrows together. Eclipse sighed, seeming as though his metaphoric strings had been pulled taught.
"My love," he cooed, drawing out the words as if trying to get a puppy's attention. "Why don't you go get some fresh air by taking a stroll through the gardens this morning? I can join you in a bit if you wish for me to." When she didn't move from her position or even acknowledge that he spoke to her, he let out an annoyed puff of air. "Very well, then. Do as you wish. I shall send someone to fetch you for your dress fitting later." And with that, he stood from the table and left the room with Solar Flare at his heels.
Y/N's eye twitched. How could she possibly be marrying this man in a week's time? He seemed to have no redeeming qualities about him, besides ordering people around. But she hated how he believed he could order her around like she was one of the servants. This was her palace in her kingdom. He was the one that was a guest impeding on her life.
The princess sighed. Although Eclipse was annoying to deal with, she knew this marriage would be good for her people. She knew nothing of leading her kingdom into a life of prosperity or comfort, having been thrown into the need to lead them way too soon. If her parents were still alive, she'd probably think nothing of marriage still - exploring the streets and meeting the common folk, getting herself into trouble as she used to. There was much fun to be had out among the streets with the citizens, but she just didn't have time for any of that now that she had the responsibilities of a queen looming over her at every moment.
Y/N stood from the table after popping a few more grapes into her mouth. Maybe a stroll through the gardens wasn't such a bad idea.
The princess wandered through the halls of the palace, keen on taking her time considering she had nowhere in particular to be until the ball that night.
*****
Eclipse paced around the carpet of his study while Solar Flare informed the guard at the entrance not to allow anyone inside. His mind raced as he attempted to decipher what Solar needed to talk to him about. Was the star giving off too much power? Did BloodMoon show up to make another complaint as to how long it was taking him to discard the princess? He looked up as Solar Flare appeared in front of him, concern drawing his brows together.
"Alright, what is it?" he snapped after a moment of silence. Solar Flare didn't so much as blink.
"There have been reports of a thief and assassin wreaking havoc through the outskirts of the kingdom," he stated bluntly. "Stealing family heirlooms, destroying crops, letting animals loose, and even committing manslaughter to seemingly harmless citizens." Eclipse stared at him, confused for a moment. What did that have anything to do with him? There were assassins and thieves running around everywhere these days - one of the issues he would rid the kingdom of once he was King.
As if sensing his confusion, Solar Flare continued. "Nobody can seem to catch him because eye witnesses keep describing a man that doesn't seem to exist. Almost as if said criminal becomes a completely different person by the time the sun rises."
Eclipse's hands balled into fists at his sides as realization dawned his mind. He had expected his younger brothers to tear each other to shreds after being cursed to the same body - not work together to become... What, partners in crime?
He forced his hands to relax as he took a deep breath. "Seems that Sun and Moon have taken up being criminals, then," he said, turning away from Solar and pacing towards the bookshelf that lined the wall behind his desk. "Pathetic." He scanned the books lazily, taking his time searching for the one he needed. Solar Flare watched on, debating whether or not to speak once more. Eclipse pulled out a tattered, red book with an upside down star on the cover. No words donned the outside of it, rendering the entire thing to look more like a journal than a book.
"Permission to speak, sir?" Solar asked, moving to stand in front of Eclipse's desk just as he set the book down and began flipping through the pages. He hummed his approval, not looking up once. "I believe we should leave them to their business."
Eclipse paused his page turning at this. His hand held one of the pages halfway flipped, pondering his next words. Solar wondered if Eclipse would get angry as he had many times before, but was surprised when he let the page drop down and looked up at him with a sly smile. "And what makes you say that?" he questioned, his voice level.
"BloodMoon made it clear that the star only has so much power," he stated, gesturing towards the fireplace that was inset on the wall opposite the desk. "I am of the opinion that using the star's energy on frivolous activities such as keeping the twins... in check, would be a waste. Especially knowing your plans after the wedding."
Eclipse turned over Solar Flare's words in his mind, considering them as if they were a choice on which breakfast foods he wanted. What he said was true - the star only had so much of an 'energy reserve' as BloodMoon had put it. Using up said energy on his waste of space brothers and their stupid thieving would put his intentions at risk.
Eclipse closed the blood magic book and placed it back in its place on the bookshelf before turning and pushing past Solar Flare. He approached the fireplace that had been gestured to moments before, closing his eyes and speaking words from an ancient language. The fireplace began to glow, emitting a soft red light as a glowing sphere appeared from the chimney and hovered over the spent wood and ash at the bottom. Eclipse then opened his eyes and leaned forward to place his hand underneath it, drawing the orb to him as he stood. It's light shifted from red to white as he "grabbed" it, looking more like he had reached out into the night sky and snatched up a star. Solar Flare watched on from his place by the desk, not daring to move as Eclipse made his way back towards him.
"Do you know how much I had to sacrifice to get this?" he asked his advisor, leaving the orb to float above nothing in front of him. It's light shifted back to red as Eclipse stepped away. Solar nodded, not really sure where Eclipse was going with this. He watched as Eclipse paced the room, hands clasped behind his back.
"Those two tortured me," he began. Solar tried his best not to sigh or roll his eyes. He had heard this song and dance several times already, but Eclipse hated to be interrupted. "I was nothing to them. I am their older brother, yet they treated me like I was nothing." He paused for a moment, looking up at the portrait of himself above the fireplace. "Mother loved them dearly. Father expected them to achieve amazing things. But me?" He now turned to face Solar Flare again. "I was nothing but a fly on the wall once they were born. Forgotten about. Hated if remembered. They ostracized me from everyone. The two of them and their perfect harmony."
Eclipse looked to the side, and Solar wondered if maybe he was going to cry. But just as quickly as he had, he lifted his head back up and resumed his pacing. "By the time Y/N showed up in our lives, they had stolen everything from me already. But she was the only one that gave me the time of day. She listened to me when nobody else would... However much she still contradicted everything I said," he muttered as an afterthought.
"I was devastated when they grew fond of her. She spent so much of her time entertaining the twins that our little talks ceased. Nothing could prepare me for them to take yet another thing from me. So I sought out the blood demon. I knew he could give me what I needed - power." Eclipse stopped in front of his desk, staring at the star. "You would think they'd be miserable having to prance around as nobodies, cursed to the same body and without a family. Not knowing who they are or why they are the way they are... So why are they turning to thievery and manslaughter?" he questioned, more so to himself than to Solar Flare. Still, the advisor bowed his head down again.
"May I, sir?" Eclipse nodded, stepping back and gesturing for Solar to speak. "It is my conviction that they might very well be bored," he offered, tilting his head to the side.
"Bored?"
"Well, you cursed them to the same body, reversed many of the roles you three possessed, and yet, you banished them from the family," Solar continued. "Considering the fact that you were miserable because they were always around... They don't have much to be miserable about while you're here in the palace, not tormenting them."
Eclipse closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. Of course that's why they were bored. He had given them all of his negative emotions about being cast aside, doubled because of them both being in the same body, and then put them in an environment where they didn't have to face those emotions at all. He considered his options for a moment, frustration eating away at his otherwise positive mood.
This was supposed to be a good day. He was finally going to announce his engagement to Princess Y/N, yet somehow his stupid brothers still managed to weasel their way into his life to ruin everything. Wait, maybe that wasn't a bad thing...
"Do they know about the ball tonight?" Eclipse asked suddenly, sounding a bit too eager.
"I do not know," Solar Flare admitted. "But I can arrange for them to receive a formal invita-"
"No. Send for word to spread enough that they find out. Knowing them, they won't miss out on an opportunity to rob the palace and prance around as if they fit in..." Eclipse smiled deviously. They would learn about the engagement, and he would be able to witness their reaction. The jealousy as he got what he wanted while they were stuck out on the streets. They might even beg him to show them mercy and provide them with basic necessities, given that he would be king. Eclipse watched as Solar bowed his head and left the study.
Sun and Moon had no idea who exactly they were up against. He wanted them to suffer like he had for all those years. And suffer, they would.
*****
"Your Majesty," Y/N heard a familiar monotone voice greet from behind her. She turned and smiled as she laid eyes upon Eclipse's advisor. He came alone.
"Why hello, Solar," she said, abandoning her seat in the shade of her favorite tree to join him where he stood.
"Your presence has been requested for-"
"For the dress fitting?" she finished, gently nudging her shoulder into Solar Flare. "I assumed so. It seems about the time for me to start getting ready." Solar flare nodded, extending his arm for her to slip hers through as they walked back through the garden towards the palace. They walked along in silence for a moment as the princess tried to think of the best way to word her curiosity about the earlier conversation from the dining hall.
As if reading her thoughts, Solar spoke up first. "My lady, may I ask you to hear me out for a moment?" he asked, tilting his head to make eye contact with her.
"Of course," she assured, smiling up at him as they continued to walk. He looked back ahead, pausing as if collecting his thoughts.
"Lord Eclipse is... unsure of himself," he spoke finally. Y/N's face reflected confusion at the sudden confession, but she allowed Solar to continue. "He has quite a bit of negativity and jealousy flowing through him, and I fear he will lose sight of what it is he wants the most," he continued. They turned a corner in the garden, walking past a few of the gardenstaff as they tended to the bushes. Solar waited for them to be out of earshot before stopping and turning to face the princess with a look of concern. She was unused to the advisor showing any level of emotion with her, so she couldn't help the question that flew from her lips before she could stop it.
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in the way she did when her curiosity was high. Solar looked back at the gardeners nervously before grabbing Y/N's hand and dragging her behind one of the tall hedge bushes. She yelped at the sudden movement, expressing her confusion rather loudly now.
"Lady Y/N," he said, shushing her immediately with his uncharacteristically soft tone. She blinked up at him with concern written on her face, waiting for him to continue. He was awfully close to her, and it made her cheeks flush as he grabbed her other hand as well. "Do please promise me one thing?"
"You're scaring me, Solar Flare," was all that she spoke in return, nervously glancing around him to make sure nobody would see them in this... fairly compromising position considering their statuses in the high court. The princess and her fiance's advisor? The rumors wouldn't cease for weeks - no, months - if she were caught here with him like this. Nobody else seemed to be around, but it didn't do much to ease her nerves.
"Y/N, please," he pleaded. Any doubts that Y/N had before about this being a serious matter dissipated immediately with him addressing her by her first name. She nodded slowly, waiting for him to continue. "Promise me that no matter what happens, you will remember that Lord Eclipse does love you," he said, squeezing her hands gently.
Y/N scoffed as her lips parted to speak, but she promptly shut them in her inability to find the right words. Lord Eclipse loves her? That hardly made any sense. He never treated her with respect, trying to boss her around like she was beneath him. She couldn't speak to him about anything without him making it sound like she didn't know what she was talking about. He was short with her, and even when he was nice, it was obvious it was nothing more than an act...
Right?
"I still do not understand what the meaning of telling me this is," she asserted, the doubt in her voice rather apparent. Solar sighed, probably feeling as though his efforts were useless.
"At least promise me that you will save space for kindness towards him," he said gently. When she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off beforehand. "He may be quick to anger and frustration, but I assure you that when it comes to you..." he trailed off, closing his eyes and dropping the princess's hands. "He means well, even if he is rather dense when it comes to his own emotions," he finished, smiling down at Y/N before extending his arm to continue their walk.
The princess blinked at Solar's outstretched arm for a moment. While Solar Flare had become something akin to a friend while she was trapped in this confusing life, she still couldn't understand why he was so keen on her knowing any of this. And did he just call his own superior stupid?
She shook her head, feeling a headache coming on. There was no point in trying to make sense of any of this right now. She had to be ready to greet her kingdom in a few hours. So she returned Solar's smile and slipped her arm back into his to continue their path towards the palace.
The rest of the afternoon went by rather quickly. With Y/N being fussed over by several of her chambermaids and tailors and party planners, she didn't have another moment of silence to think about what Solar Flare had told her.
The dress she wore was absolutely magnificent. It was a gradient of several colors (however much she didn't care for them), starting off as a deep, shimmery red around her shoulders and falling into a void of sparkly black at the bottom. There were black ruffles at the ends of her sleeves, the end of her skirt, and inside the shallow v-cut on her chest. The sleeves themselves were loose and wide, so when she lifted her arms, they flowed down to her elbows and made her feel as though she were a fairy.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Your Majesty."
"Yes, stunning, Your Grace."
"Absolutely fit to be queen, Your Highness."
Y/N thanked her chambermaids gently as she was handed off to one more person to add the final touches. The princess smiled as she was presented her tiara, golden and donned with little jewels in a pattern that always reminded her of those drawings of suns kids would make when they put them in the corner of their paper. The only other accessory being a golden masquerade mask. It complimented her dress and tiara perfectly, with swirling patterns of red and black around the edges. She turned and allowed the maiden to place the tiara atop her head, fixing it into place with a few pins. She then helped the princess secure the mask and smiled once she took in her appearance.
Once everything was secure and she felt satisfied with her look, the princess was escorted to the ballroom through a series of passageways that only the royal family was allowed to pass through. She looked out at the darkened view of the kingdom as they passed some large windows. She didn't know how it ended up so late so quickly, but she already felt sleepiness pulling at the back of her mind. The sounds of laughter and light conversation could be heard as she approached the end of the corridor where Lord Eclipse and his advisor were already waiting.
Eclipse seemed to falter for a moment once he turned around and laid eyes upon the princess. He wore a suit that matched Y/N's dress, although the colors were far more muted, along with the lack of glitter for him. His mask was entirely black, with gold sparkles here and there to give it depth. His usually calm voice wavered when he greeted his fiance, bowing down with his hand extended. "Princess Y/N."
She merely smiled at him and placed a hand to her hip. "I thought we weren't doing formalities between us," she joked, placing her other hand in his anyways. She glanced at Solar Flare, who nodded at her in greeting. He wore a simple suit with absolutely no flare of personality, as an advisor normally would. She managed to read a single thought behind his expression - one reminding her to remember their conversation from the garden.
Eclipse righted himself again and smiled gingerly. "Shall we, my love?"
"We shall," Y/N confirmed, trying her hardest to calm the frustration brewing in her chest. She wanted so badly to understand why Eclipse was so... confusing. One minute he seemed to want nothing to do with her, finding her annoying and treating her like a misbehaving child. But then sometimes, like right now, he acted as though the two have been in love with each other for years - calling her dearest and love with the softness of someone trying to soothe a crying child.
Despite Solar Flare telling her that Eclipse cared about her, the princess couldn't shake the negative gut feeling she had about her fiance. She allowed him to lead her into the ballroom, their entrance having been high up above the actual dance floor on the balcony. Solar Flare approached the railing and put his arms out to quiet the gentle chatter and music that had brought the room to life.
"People of Adrastea, if you would kindly turn your attention to the balcony," Solar Flare bellowed, somehow still managing to keep his voice monotone as usual. "It is with great honor that I announce the arrival of our guests of honor themselves, Princess Y/N and Lord Eclipse," he finished, bowing and gesturing towards the couple. They stepped forward, waving to the crowd below as they erupted into excited whispers. After a moment, the music started back up again, and they made their way down the steps to join everyone on the dance floor.
Y/N put on her signature royalty smile, prepared for a night of answering questions about her engagement to Eclipse. As the two of them made it to the last steps, they were immediately approached by several waitstaff offering whatever was on their trays. The princess reached for a glass of champagne, eager to ease some of her nerves. But just as she went to press the glass to her lips, Eclipse leaned down and whispered into her ear. "Dearest, don't you think you should wait until after our first dance to drink?"
She froze, embarrassment creeping up the back of her neck. She forgot about that part.
The princess handed the champagne glass to the nearest servant and Eclipse dragged her out to the dance floor, everyone that could have ended up in their way parting immediately. The music stopped as the musicians changed their music sheets to more appropriate songs. Eclipse smiled down at Y/N as she tried her best to avoid all of the eye contact around her.
"My love," he said, placing a hand beneath her chin to tilt her head back. "Just focus on me, okay?" The princess blinked up at him, unsure of how to feel about this moment. Eclipse had never talked to her the way he had been so far. Was Solar Flare really telling the truth earlier?
A three count could be heard quietly before the band started up with a waltz. Eclipse bowed again, assuming the proper role of asking the princess to a dance. She curtsied back, accepting the offer and trying her hardest not to scoff. She didn't really have the option to refuse the dance, so she never understood why she had to perform this part of the routine. Still, she played along as Eclipse took her right hand in his left and placed his other upon her waist. She let her other hand find its place on his shoulder, rendering them closer than they had ever been really at this point. They began the steps for the dance, smoothly carrying out the routine without issue.
After the first few counts of dancing alone (out of respect), several other couples joined them on the dance floor, allowing the tension in the air to settle back down to a normal party level. Y/N couldn't help but notice how flawlessly Eclipse dance with her, never missing a beat or accidentally crushing her toes like most dance partners did. She had no reason to believe he was a bad dancer before now, but she honestly never imagined he'd be as good as he was now proving to be. Her expression must have reflected how impressed she was, because Eclipse chuckled quietly.
"Is something the matter, dearest?" he asked as he spun his fiance gently before resuming the usual pattern. She waited a long moment before responding.
"I just find it hard to understand you," she finally admitted, looking up at him as they continued their dance. Several more couples joined the group on the dance floor, filling the ballroom up with spinning pairs. Eclipse chuckled again, his lips wearing a sly smirk.
"Is it that hard to believe I took dance lessons growing up?" he teased. Y/N surprisingly found herself giggling, trying to picture his younger self dancing around at the signal of a teacher.
"No. Well, maybe," she joked back, relieved that the tension she felt earlier seemed to have dissipated.
Eclipse dipped her down and mocked being hurt, placing his free hand over his chest. "I can't believe you think so little of me, my love." Y/N giggled again as he lifted her back up and the dance concluded. "You were there half the time, learning right alongside me," he added.
The princess fumbled for words for a minute as Eclipse's statement settled in her mind. She tried to remember the said dance lessons that Eclipse was referring to, but couldn't seem to recall what he was talking about. He appeared to have noticed her confusion, but before he could utter another word, several maidens approached the couple, dance cards in hand.
"L-Lord Eclipse," one said, bowing her head a little too quickly. Her cheeks were crimson underneath her mask as she looked back up at him, dance card extended for him to take. "M-May you please dance with me?" she stuttered.
Eclipse gave his fiance an apologetic look. She shrugged and stepped back so he could enjoy being fawned over by the people of her kingdom. It was no secret that everyone in the kingdom wanted a chance to be around him - that she knew well. But she hadn't expected to be bombarded the moment their dance had ended.
Still, she didn't take it personally. This was part of keeping up appearances.
Y/N wandered over to the grand spread of refreshments, a little surprised that nobody had approached her for a dance. The next song started up as she took a new glass of champagne from the table, swirling it around as she watched her fiance dance with the same maiden that spoke to him moments before. She was clumsy with her steps, and she could tell from where she was that she kept stepping on his feet. But Eclipse didn't seem to mind.
He really was a mystery to her. Calling her "dearest" and treating her as though they really have been together for their whole lives. She suddenly remembered his little comment about the dance lessons as she continued to eye him with the woman, dancing flawlessly despite her failure to keep up. Had she really gone to dance lessons with him? And if she had, why couldn't she remember?
She placed a hand to her temple, feeling the familiar twinge of an oncoming headache. Even if she had remembered, it didn't really matter. She was just glad she didn't have to try to dance despite being tripped over, like Eclipse was now doing. Y/N downed the glass of champagne in her hand and set the empty glass down to replace it with another full one.
Fresh air. That's what she needed.
The princess let her feet guide her to the balcony on the opposite side of the ballroom. She stepped out into the cool night air, relief immediately finding her as she took in a deep breath through her nose. She approached the railing and leaned against it. The music was significantly quieter from out here, and the lighting from the pale full moon cast an almost magical glow down on the garden beyond the balcony. She yawned, already exhausted from the one dance she participated in. It was certainly going to be a long night.
"You're tired," a voice spoke suddenly from behind Y/N, startling her from her thoughts. She turned to face the figure that it belonged to, immediately putting back on her classic royalty smile. The figure stepped out into the moonlight, revealing to her his dark blue suit and golden mask. He had his sleeves rolled up, revealing a maroon ribbon with gold stitching tied to the wrist of one of his arms. He smiled down at the princess as he joined her, leaning up against the railing beside her.
"It's been a long day," she said politely, turning back to face the garden. "But that matters not. I am here to greet my kingdom, and greet them I shall."
"Is that why you're out here, away from and actively not greeting the kingdom?" he asked, tilting his head as his smile shifted into a teasing smirk.
The princess stuttered for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "I-I... Well... I just- I needed some fresh air," she revealed. The man scoffed as he looked up at the moon.
"Right," he said simply. Y/N blinked up at him for a moment, feeling something tugging at the back of her mind, but unable to figure out what. He glanced at her suddenly, startling her to look away. She felt a light blush rise to her cheeks as she stared at the garden, avoiding his gaze.
"You know, you're not at all how I expected the princess to be," he admitted bluntly. She looked up at him, seeming rather offended.
"Well, what did you expect, then?" she asked indignantly, to which he chuckled at. She stood up from leaning on the railing and placed a hand on her hip. "What?"
"Oh, I don't know," he started, composing himself and turning back to face her directly. "An uptight mess of a girl with no sense of humor, being doted on by several men, as she incessantly denies having daddy issues or something," he teased, leaning down so that he was eye level with her. Her mouth fell open as he spoke and stayed that way for a few moments after he finished. She then turned away suddenly, bursting out into laughter.
"I assure you, I am nothing of the sort," she said between giggles, waving a hand in front of her as if shooing the idea away physically.
The stranger paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before smiling again. "Well, that's exactly what someone like that would say," he jeered, chuckling along with her. She took a sip of her champagne before speaking again.
"What would I need to do in order to convince you otherwise?" she questioned, peering up at him through her glass. Y/N couldn't help but notice how her body seemed to physically relax around this stranger, as if she'd known him for years and was catching up like a couple of old friends. But that could just be the champagne finally settling into her system.
"Hmm," he hummed, placing a hand to his chin as if deep in thought. He narrowed his eyes and gave her a mischievous smile. "I have several ideas." His eyes flickered over her body, making heat rise to her cheeks again.
"Excuse you!" she said smacking him lightly on the arm. He didn't so much as flinch, instead chuckling as he held his hands up in surrender.
"Kidding, your highness," he said in a mocking tone. "Although that reaction brought you up to about fifty percent exactly as I imagined you'd be." She couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips.
"Fifty?" she repeated, now not even attempting to hide her true emotions. "Oh no, save me from my prison of daddy issues and men doting on me," she mocked, placing her free hand to her forehead in jest. "What ever can I do to bring that percentage down?"
The man gave her another mischievous glance. "Okay, down to forty percent now. But since it's likely that you've been out here for a while," he started, stepping closer to her and grasping the wrist of her free hand. She paused her joking and seemingly froze, her heart skipping a beat in her chest as she looked up into the stranger's blue eyes. He brought her wrist up to his face slowly, maintaining eye contact until the last moment as he flipped her dance card that was tied to her wrist over and let out a puff of breath. "Just as I suspected. You have more than enough space to spare me a dance," he continued, dropping her wrist and turning to lean back against the railing.
The princess stayed rooted to her spot for far too long, trying to convince her breath to return to normal. She forced herself to take another swig of her champagne as she returned to leaning on the railing with him. She tried to will her brain to come up with something to say, but ended up just opening and closing her mouth several times.
Faint cheering could be heard coming from the door to the ballroom as the most recent dance came to an end. The stranger smiled, and without another word he took Y/N's glass from her hands and placed it on the railing. He laced his arm through hers and led her back onto the dance floor, planting them right in the center as several curious whispers erupted around them. She ignored them though, looking up into her current dance partners eyes as her hands instinctively took their places - one in his and one on his shoulder.
"Don't be afraid to tell me if you need me to slow down~" the stranger mused, winking at the princess and earning another eruption of whispers from the crowd.
"Oh, so you doubt my dancing skills?" she played along, as the three count started up again.
"I could never doubt you, Starlight," he cooed, pulling her along with him as the music began.
Y/N and the blue-eyed stranger danced along to the waltz music in perfect harmony, adding little flares of personality here and there as they went. Nobody joined them on the dance floor, opting rather for standing off to the edges of the room and whispering among themselves.
"Who is that?"
"Have you ever seen them together before?"
"Have you ever even seen him before?"
"Do you think the princess knows him?"
"They have amazing chemistry together~"
"I wish for a turn with him after she's done."
The pair continued to twirl and sway to the live music, paying no mind to the other guests as the world around them faded away. Y/N felt as if she were dancing on clouds, disobeying gravity itself as she spun around and dipped again. Her dance partner really knew what he was doing - it was as if they were made to dance together. Every twist of her body was mirrored perfectly, every tilt of her head complimented by his shifted weight. The two of them looked less and less like a couple dancing as they gracefully pranced around the empty center of the dance floor, presenting instead the appearance of a flame, fluttering effortlessly in the breeze.
Eclipse watched on from the balcony where he had retreated, having been alerted of the event by Solar Flare moments after the music started. He took a sip from his own champagne glass, desperately trying to keep his anger in check.
He was seething inside.
He expected his brothers to show up and try to rob the palace while everyone gathered in the ballroom - not seek out a dance from his fiance. Yet again, he was stuck on the sideline feeling like an outsider while his brothers somehow stole the spotlight away. He turned to Solar Flare, who stood beside him awaiting instructions. "Allow no more dances after this one," he ordered. "We shall be making our little announcement a tad bit earlier than scheduled."
Y/N and the stranger stood still, chest to chest and making intense eye contact with each other as the music ended just as quickly as it had begun. She couldn't look away from him. Every nerve ending in her body felt alive - like there was pure electricity flowing through her very veins. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her knees suddenly felt wobbly - although that could have just been from dancing as hard as she had, paired with the champagne that she had earlier. Still, she couldn't help the question that came from her lips before she had time to process it.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" she whispered, narrowing her eyes as she tried to piece together why she felt like she did. But before he could respond, Solar Flare was at her side, beckoning her to return to the balcony for the big announcement by grabbing her arm and gently pulling her away from her masked stranger.
The princess made a noise of disagreement as she looked back to him, panic starting to settle in. "Wait!" she called back towards him. "I never got your name!"
He merely smirked as he watched her get dragged away like a misbehaving child. "If I ever need to talk to you again, I know where to find you," he said, gesturing out towards the general space of the ballroom before promptly turning and disappearing into the crowd.
"Solar!" Y/N whined, finally tugging her arm free from him as they began ascending the staircase. "What ever has gotten into you?"
"My apologies, Your Majesty. But Lord Eclipse demanded your immediate pres-"
"I don't care what Lord Eclipse says, I'm his superior in this palace!" she interjected, storming past him and up the staircase to have a word with her fiance.
When she reached the top of the stairs, Eclipse immediately spread his arms wide and acknowledged the crowd below, bringing attention to them rather quickly. Y/N froze, anger boiling just below her forced calm demeanor. "I have a spectacular announcement to make," Eclipse said, motioning for the princess to stand by his side. She compelled her body to move and join him, trying her hardest not to cringe when he slinked his arm around her waist. "I would like it to be known, that I have been courting Princess Y/N for quite some time now." He paused, allowing the excited chatter that erupted to die down on its own before continuing. "So long, in fact, that I am pleased to announce that our wedding takes place next week!" he finished, spreading he free hand wide and basking in the cheers that exploded from the party-goers below.
Y/N had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming. She chanced a look towards Solar Flare, but he was not looking in her direction at all - instead opting for staring off into one particular corner of the ballroom. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to smile and place her hand to Eclipse's chest and leaning her head against his shoulder to give the appearance of actually being in love.
But nothing could prepare her for the way her face contorted as she watched her masked stranger stare up at her from the door to the balcony on the opposite side of the ballroom, hands in his pockets. The cheers from the crowd faded away as she locked eyes with him. She probably couldn't tell from how far away she was, but something in her told her that he was shaking his head in disappointment before he turned and deserted the event entirely.
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A/N: WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I'VE BEEN GOING FERAL WAITING TO POST THIS TODAY-
I've been so very excited to show you all this beautiful story! Waiting a week to post this chapter was one of the hardest things I've ever done. And shout out to all my discord peeps that kept me sane enough to wait!
So, how are we feeling? I am still rather giddy about this chapter. Flirting with Eclipse and then Moon in the first chapter? If that's any ode to what this story will be like, trust me when I say, you're not ready.
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World building and theories of Engage
Ivy's outfit
Ivy's name has English and Latin origins, it comes from the Old English for the ivy plant, ‘ifig' and means ‘vine’.
There is interesting symbolism in different cultures associated with the Ivy vine. In Greek Mythology, Ivy is associated with Dionysus. Ivy is an evergreen plant and a symbol of immortality so the God wears a wreath made of interwoven Ivy vines. As well as immorality associated with life span, the Ivy adorned by Dionysus symbolises the enduring nature of lust. I think this could be connected to Elusia's high value of beauty and what beauty can instigate. Dionysus was also the God of wine and theatre. Wine grapes grow in summer and inspire passion whereas ivy is associated with winter and inspires profound thoughts. If a lady did not worship him, Dionysus would mix wine and Ivy to inspire delirium and awe. Princess Ivy does seem like a lady who would focus on profound, long lasting thoughts rather than indulging in lust and fleeting impulses. The Ancient Greeks and Romans also believed that wearing ivy would prevent drunkenness. Ivy's strength and resilience has been honed by her experience of court politics. This skill set, along with her belief In the Divine Dragon, mean that she cannot be out under the influence of Zephia's mind control magic. Zephia requires a naive and vulnerable mind for her spell to be effective.
In Christianity, Ivy is part of the Crown of Thorns that Jesus wore during His Passion, along with holly and the red berries. Ivy represents Jesus's immortality and rebirth. The fact that Ivy clings to its supports symbolises the worshipper’s devotion and attachment to their saviour. Princess Ivy also clings to get ‘support', her belief and devotion to the Divine Dragon.
In Egyptian mythology ivy is sacred to the God Osiris. Osiris is the God of the sun, health and agriculture and he was married to his opposite, the goddess of the moon, Isis. Seth, the God of the desert, thunderstorms and the eclipse, was jealous of his brother's fertile domain so he locked his brother up in a sarcophagus and tossed it into the Nile. The sarcophagus was found and returned to Isis, who started to prepare the physical body to be buried so his spirit could go to the afterlife. Seth stoke Osiris's dead body and chopped it into 14 pieces. Isis tirelessly devoted herself to finding every piece. She found only 13 out of 14, unfortunately his genitals were never recovered. Orisis became the king of the underworld. Ivy is sacred to Osiris because; it symbolises the love and devotion of Isis to her husband, ivy is evergreen and symbolises immortality and ivy does not need roots to grow whereas Osiris also doesn't need his ‘roots'.
In Japan the Ivy is a symbol of determination and prosperity. The ivy vine can overcome any obstacle to climb and flourish. Princess Ivy is as tenacious as the ivy vine in overcoming the obstacles to bring peace back to Elyso.
Some Buddhist monks believed if they ate nothing but tree products and drank poison ivy tea that they would ascend to Nirvana. Overcoming the pain of the material and letting go of the human body and life is part of enlightenment. In poison ivy there is an oily resin called urushiol. It is not poisonous but approximately 85% of the population are allergic to it. Imagine the swelling, the blistering and itchy rashes inside the digestive symptom! Poison Ivy can kill if ingested but touching it would not kill but could be very uncomfortable. Poison Ivy is dangerous, just like Princess Ivy In battle.
In medieval tradition and pagan spirituality, holly represents the bride and Ivy represents the groom. The combination was believed to ward off evil spirits and celebrate new growth. If ivy and holly were brought together then it was said to bring peace to the household.
Ivy's signature flower is the pink rose, they adorn her dress, her fascinator and her jewellery. The thorns of the rose adorn her gloves and boots. In English tradition pink roses are associated with beauty and grace, Ivy's has both in abundance. To give a pink rose is to express gratitude. The hot pink rose is a symbol of happiness. In the Bible roses are like human life, their life is short.
“The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.”
Even when Ivy perishes, the love and admiration she had for the Divine Dragon will endure.
Buddhist's see roses as an expression of spiritual joy.
The colour of her outfit is dark purple, hot pink and the gloves and boots are white.
The main colour of her outfit is dark purple. Dark Purple is used to symbolise wealth and royalty in Medieval/Victorian England. In the Bible purple is a symbol of royalty, power and authority. Purple robes drape the shoulders of Roman emperors, kings, the affluent and Jesus Christ. The cloak Jesus Christ wore before he was nailed to the cross was purple. Purple is also a symbol of suffering.
Just like in the West, purple is a colour used to symbolise royalty. It also symbolises strength and is associated with warriors.
In Buddhism, Purple was only worn by monks with the emporer's approval. It is a symbol of religious significance.
Ivy's dress is based on a Victorian ball gown. When a Victorian lady attended a ball, it was appropriate to wear a gown that exposed the throat and shoulders. Of course the Fire Emblem version exposes much more flesh than what would be deemed tasteful. The silhouette forms two triangles with the smallest part of each triangle meeting at the waist. A tiny waist was an essential aspect of the Victorian ball gown as was a decorative and voluminous skirt. Ivy's skirt is a little more like a late Victorian shape with more fabric at the back to enhance the bottom. In ballroom dress it was appropriate to wear white gloves.
On her head is a mini hat or fascinator. In the late 1400s to early 1600s, In English society, ladies were required to don a head dressing. Just like the lavish accessories of this era, Ivy's fascinator is adorned with feathers and lace.
The spikes on the white gloves have little practical usage but the ones on her boots could be painful, especially with a crotch kick. The spikes symbolise thorns. Ivy is a beauty but she is a beauty with thorns.
Elusia priotises beauty over practicality. Ivy's outfit may suit a ballroom or court setting but does not suit the snow and rain.
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on self love
my thoughts and opinions on self love and bodies. i tries to write in the style of Khalil Gibran, especially in his philosophical work of “The Prophet”. hope i help someone with this ❤️
would that you could cast a loving gaze upon your shell that houses your infinite soul in a minute body, i would bestow such a gift to you. but, since we are so critical of ourselves where we forgive others, let me try and bestow this feeling on you.
when i look upon my face, i see not the evil of the spots where the oil of the fruits of my labor have seeped beneath my skin, nor the evil of the darkness that covers the sockets of my eyes where they lie, like an eclipse to the sun, but rather, the good of those things. i see the beauty of my wonderfully round face where others might see a flaw. i look onto myself with pride, not so that i may take away my love for others to give to myself, but so that i may take my self love and give unto others. for what is it to love others, but not have that same compassion for yourself? it is to sing a love song without lyrics, the chorus no more soothing to man’s ears than nails on a chalkboard. it is to sow seeds of empty affection with no water or sunlight, and expect them to feed you. you cannot feed others with your bread if you cannot bake the loaf yourself.
when i look upon the mass of flesh and blood that the universe has weaved for me, i am proud to be inside it. i look at the ripples on where my body is warped like a tree growing with joy, for you cannot have an sea without ripples covering it, ever constantly in a cycle of sending itself into the sky, to be kept in clouds, to finally rain back into itself. so too does your soul go to your body, keeping itself on the earth as you hold yourself in clouds, then when you lay down in the sea, your body becomes dust to fuel the creation of another body.
when i look upon my belly, full and ripe, i sing a love song to myself in my heart. for what is to have a body but to nurture it, hoping it may grow? it is to wonder why you are lesser than for doing what your body was meant to do, to be forever ashamed of what should be rejoiced. when you eat, you take a communion to the god of your body, the son of your heart, and the holy spirit inside you. it is to drink from the cup of life verily, and happily, just as the bride and groom of a wedding drink to celebrate a bond of love. food is one in the same, it is love.
it is to bake bread with your neighbor in hopes it may feed him. it is to touch shoulders with your lover as you cook a meal that will fill your bellies as full as your souls. it is to rejoice in the tradition of those since long passed, and to stand with the dearly beloved dead, and stand in their shadow. when you eat, say to yourself, “i am taking an oath of love to my friends whom i have eaten with and spent countless hours with, the people who fed me beneath their roofs, the loves in life i have made along the way, weaved together by the binding cloth of a shared need to nourish our bodies and minds.” and when you drink, say to yourself, “i am taking an oath of joy to those i have loved and lost, whom i drank with and the hours passed by like water droplets in a river. i am drinking so that the fluid my touch every vein in my bloodstream, just as their affections did.”
for me, i was not always granted this luxury of pleasure that i now call self love. it is only in loving life that you may find such a thing. many people make the mistake of assuming all souls are meant for the bodies they are assigned to. the hand of the universe is random, and human beings are too complex for all feeling to be housed inside said bodies. if you must change the shell that inhabits you, do it not so that you may love yourself, do it because you love yourself. for even the sweet wine that touches your lips must have the grapes crushed and processed first. the wine cannot say onto the grapes, “i am better and more sweet than you, for i am crushed and distilled and complex,” when the grapes are also good. your original bodies are good, just as your bodies to sculpt from marble are good, though the grapes alone cannot serve the same purpose wine does. but if the grapes are sour beforehand, you crush a bitter wine that stains the tongue. when you form yourself into your delighted being, you craft yourself from dirt, like God did with Adam and Eve. the dirt cannot hold you alone, but with crafting, it can turn into something bigger, something more suited for our souls. to mold your finite body to house your infinite spirit better is an act of worship of yourself, but it cannot be taken by a corrupt preacher. love yourself, then the winds of the heavens may bless your journey on your winding road of self completion.
in truth, your body longs to love itself, like the river longs to join the sea again, but seems impossible with its winding curves and and long stretches. but the water droplet will indeed find the sea, just as you will find self love. let yourself love life, and in loving life lives the key to loving yourself.
tagging @gaykneecaps, since we had a discussion on this not too long ago. thank you for discussing it with me so that i could put my thoughts to paper. i would very much like to know what you think of it, love ya ❤️
edit: also tagging @ineffabildaddy !!
#my poetry#poetry#self love#bodies#food#drink#bit of religious stuff but in a hozier way not a catholic way#in fact quite the opposite
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In character and out of character all at the same time
Golden Freddy, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.
Monty: Hey.
Sun: Hi.
Moon: Hello.
Lunar: Hey!
Golden Freddy: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Monty: We were out of Doritos.
...
Moon: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Monty: >:O language
Lunar: Yeah watch your fucking language
Eclipse: Okay, who taught Lunar the fuck word?!
Bloody: 'The fuck word'.
Sun: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Lunar: Oh my god they censored it
Bloody: Say fuck, Sun.
Lunar: Do it, Sun. Say fuck.
...
Lunar: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Moon and Monty's convo?
Sun: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.
Eclipse: I'm in the washing machine.
Bloody: I'm in the closet.
Sun: We accept you Bloody. <3
Bloody: No I'm literally in the closet.
Sun: Love is love. <3
...
Earth: Wait. Where's Monty? She loves Dungeons and Dragons.
Sun: I thought you invited them.
Lunar: Uh, I thought Moon invited him.
Moon: 'I thought Moon invited them.'
Moon: I never invite them.
...
Lunar: You know, Bloody, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.
Bloody: ...
Bloody: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns?
...
Eclipse: I’m having salad for dinner!
Sun:
Eclipse: Well, fruit salad.
Eclipse: Actually, it’s mostly grapes.
Sun:
Eclipse: Okay, it’s all grapes.
Eclipse: Fermented grapes.
Sun:
Eclipse:
Sun:
Eclipse: It’s wine.
Eclipse: I’m having wine for dinner.
...
Monty: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it.
Moon: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.
...
Earth: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.
Lunar: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...
Eclipse: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
Sun: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.
Monty: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.
Moon: Mental stability, my old friend!
Earth: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?
...
Eclipse: Silence is golden.
Lunar: Duct tape is silver.
...
*In the chip aisle at Walmart, doing a late-night grocery run.*
Moon: *Minding their own business, looking for tortilla chips.*
Moon: *Finds tortilla chips.*
Sun, to Monty: See, they know what they're here for. They know what they're doing. Be more like them. Make a decision, Monty!
...
Lunar: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.
Bloody: Who told you my secret? Lunar: you.
...
Sun: Do you have any idea what you’re doing?
Monty: Why start now?
...
Moon: What's worse than a heartbreak?
Sun: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.
...
Monty: Sun told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.
...
Lunar: How do Monty and Moon usually get out of these messes?
Sun: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.
...
Moon: You think you're smarter than everyone else.
Eclipse: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.
...
Lunar: Moon and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.
Sun: What did he do?
Lunar: He chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and-
Moon: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?
#sun and moon show Lunar#sun and moon show#sun and moon show montgomery gator#sun and moon show earth#sun and moon show eclipse#Sun and moon show golden freddy
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Really weird how Mikan killing Saionji is never brought up. There are no signs of saionji being scared of or even hating her for what happened. It's like it was just brushed off. I dislike saionji but still, pretty weird.
This did come up once before around here, but I think the important thing to remember is that we're never given any idea how long they were all awake on the island before those Future Foundation ships arrived there and they subsequently took one of them back to Future Foundation HQ. Based on the "2.5" OVA, we just know Komaeda was the last to wake up, and all available members of Class 77-B boarded the ship shortly thereafter. We also don't see whatever happens on the (seemingly quite a few hours long) journey in-between.
My point is that there's a lot of time when such things could've been dealt with, addressed in some way, etc. And then, when we DO finally see the two of them interact, we only get two short glimpses of them together in the aftermath of DR2:
1) Tsumiki saving her life in the HQ, which Hiyoko gets irritated about - which does track pretty well either way you interpret it: Either as "how dare you save me after you previously killed me" or just "fuck you in general bc I'm a sour bitch."
2) The scene of "Girls A -D" from the Twilight Syndrome case all together during the credits where Mahiru is standing between Hiyoko and Mikan. So... whether those two are directly interacting is somewhat unclear, though it does appear that Mikan might be look at Hiyoko's skewer of meat, if nothing else.
So again, I think there's still room for a lot sour grapes in there, given how little time we spend with them and how little we see of them after DR2's Chapter 3.
I missed this one once before, and I guess my takeaway from Mahiru chiding them about telling her "you reek" (Kazuichi) and describing how smells so bad that it stings your eyes like a demonic eclipse (Gundham) was that, well, Mahiru's not wrong. "You guys are really insensitive!" is a pretty fair statement. Like, it's possible to approach someone's hygiene failings with a little bit of tact, right?
I do love how Ibuki seems legit surprised and fascinated when Hiyoko starts crying about it. She's leaning forward (as if for a closer look) and is just like "Oh, she's crying!" like this is just an alien reaction to her. And Mahiru does at least tell Hiyoko that she really doesn't need to overreact to such a degree.
But yeah. No one in the group really ever defends Mikan. It's something we've talked about around here before. They just blow her off anxieties off like "Mikan's just like that," which might be kind of understandable .... until you factor Hiyoko's abuse into the equation. Here is someone actively exacerbating Mikan's trauma responses, and you're just sort of... sitting there through it.
Speaking of that, here's an Ask I missed a while back:
Obviously this brings up a lot of the same stuff as the ask directly above, but I did want to again point to the time someone Japanese said that looking the other way when it comes to bullying is sort of a cultural issue for Japan. I'm not sure how accurate that is, to be fair. But if that's true, then it seems like there's a lot going on under the surface of Mahiru and/or Ibuki's behavior. (Though Ibuki is sometimes deep in her own head, so maybe she just was easily distracted.)
I guess we don't see too much of the direct bullying by Saionji in the "Despair Arc" part of DR3? But there is SOME, and I do wish someone would say/do something about it when it's there.
But Akane standing up for Mikan in her trial despite not defending her from Hiyoko at any time prior makes enough sense to me, even if I wish she'd been there to step up earlier. Because maybe she doesn't care about getting picked on and insulted — and based on Akane's past history of being insulted or used by people and just never really caring or noticing, I guess that's consistent. But she DOES care about someone being accused of murder and/or executed for a crime, because that's a whole separate level.
I would've liked to have seen more guilt from the entire class when Mikan starts calling everyone out during the trial. She busts their chops for how she's been treated and how no one's ever defended her, and I wish we got more of a stunned silence and remorseful looks from the group when that was going on.
...I'm probably blathering on at too much length again. But for your reading pleasure: There's a whole world of asks and personal ruminations in my anti-hiyoko saionji tag that might be of interest.
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Possible names for Mlp OCs:
Express selection; Expected report; Permanent fortune; Post-war variable; Selective murderer; Helpless ability; Restricted spectator; Rotten revolution;
Part-time vegetarian; Part-time vegetation; Herb hold; Moonshadow colt; Mister dare; Moon petal; Ebony breeze; Little snow; Dark heart; Tiny; Sky shadow; Sunrise shadow; Sugar song; Little gadget; Peppermint tooth; Nettle kiss; Caramel twister; Apple comet; Sweet prickle; Frost blossom; Dancing star; Scarlet arrow; Flawless blanket; Stone fury; Fancy hooves; Moon dust; Lightning star; Rapid shadow; Sky note; Sunshine dough; Brushed meteor; Fruit cake; Shadow eyes; Shining leap; Twinkle steps; Star mist; Rainbow scar; Ocean meteor; Morning sunshine; Lunar thimble; Lucky prize; Ocean shadow; Sugar dash; Buttons; Tiny mystery; Frost light; Ocean breeze; Fire fly; Midnight sparkle; Snow star; Dark vision; Stone sunset; Lucky star; Sugar light; Hazel magic; Ender honeycomb; Mistral wings; Rosemary velvet; Apple jubilee; Meadow flier; Sugar nectar; Diamond bluegrass; Firefly comet; Grape lime; Monsoon cake; Silver nectar; Harvest crush; Lucky zephyr; Forest seashell; Spring bubbles; Hazel berry; Ember cherry; Walnut wishes; Petal shimmer; Cloudy flutter; Ruby cuddle; Crescent eclipse; Paradise lotus; Bunny bunny; Misty apple; Solstice shimmer; Crescent sunbeam; Golden candy; Honey twinkle; Eclipse sprinkles; Aurora melody; Moonlight sunbeam; Paradise jubilee; Autumn morning; Rainbow dreamer; Ocean firefly; Bonnie gypsy; Blue rose; Ocean flier; Vanilla lily; Eclipse ember; Snow rose; Magic moon; Summer bubbles; Magic afternoon; Nutmeg apple; Sunset glow; Velvet prancer; Magic wishes; Crystal wishes; Sunbeam cherry; Shining wings; Juicy rain; Ginger posey; Night white; Master force; Dark mask; Fluffy dream; Strawberry moon; Moonstone bristle; Sunrise comet; Star metal; Midnight whistle; Orchid dream; Nightlight bee; Lilypad petal; Cloud star; Brisk sweeper; Shining haze; Wild bristle; Moon daisy; Ivy jewel; Sweet hero; Arctic gust; Brisk bronco; Dark road; River berry; Star gem; Ebony blossom; Solar jewel; Moonlight jester; Nimble storm; Moonshadow road; Wild venture; Brisk spirit; Wild hero; Jade starlight; Night armor; Moon dawn; Electric drop; Little sparkle; Comet wing; Cloud facade; Sky chaser; Golden starlight; Bulky strikes; Ivory arrow; Night ace; Sunrise specter; Willow mercury; Sweet bristle; Steel comet; Master night; Little night; Mythic meadow; Crimson colt; Sky gust; Moonshadow sorbet; Crimson mark; Silver gust; Solar spirit; Sunrise victory; Arctic star; Crimson strikes; Straight ice; Caramel mane; Little tail; Twilight star; Berry thunder; Platinum comet; Mister shadow; Mythic meadow; Rapid feet; Little mask; Snowy diamond; Nightlight eyes; Starry flower; Moon breeze; Solar love; Lila fashion; Water drop; Rose gem; Little diamond; Star love; Moon glow; Cutie jewel; Lucky charm; Rose star; Velvet harmony; River rain; Electric star; Strawberry petunia; Fluffy aura; Diamond kisses; Ebony candy; Violet snowflake; Mythic shadow; River dusk; Cinnamon fire; Star candy; Celestial petunia; Amber rain; Midnight light; Sapphire night; Emerald night; Ruby night; Onyx night; River drop; Pearl spice; Nightlight song; Electric lily; Celestial dawn; Sugar sunlight; Flawless glow; Ruby eyes; Twinkle bee; Ice dusk; Moon glow; Crystal gem; Sugar rain; Solar petal; Snowy love; Amber blossom; Velvet charm; Aqua sunlight; Star nourish; Fluffy snow; Flawless pie; Thunder flutter; Star chaser; Orchid wings; Silent step; Stone steps; Master metal; Sweet spectre; Solar fire; Starry breeze; Sky whistle; Crimson moon; Onyx haze; Red lacing
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Mandarin vocabulary
Nouns
帐户 (zhànghù) – account
酸 (suān) – acid
演员 (yǎnyuán) – actor
广告 (guǎnggào) – advertisement
农业 (nóngyè) – agriculture
愤怒 (fènnù) – anger
踝 (huái) – ankle
回答 (huídá) – answer
弓 (gong) – arch
袖子 (xiùzi) – arm
腋窝 (yèwō) – armpit
脊椎骨 (jǐchuígǔ) – backbone
香蕉 (xiāngjiāo) – banana
胡须 (húxū) – beard
床(chuáng) – bed
水泡 (shuǐpào) – blister
血液 (xiěyè) – blood
腹部 (fùbù) – belly
书 (shū) – book
男孩子 (nánháizi) – boy
脑 (nǎo) – brain
新娘 (xīnniáng) – bride
小昆虫 (xiǎokūnchóng) – bug
黄油 (huángyóu) – butter
洋白菜 (yángbáicài) – cabbage
小牛 (xiǎoniú) – calf
骆驼 (luòtuó) – camel
便帽 (biànmào) – cap
地毯 (dìtǎn) – carpet
胡萝卜 (húluóbo) – carrot
椅子 (yǐzi) – chair
变色蜥蜴 (biànsè xīyì) – chameleon
面颊 (miànjiá) – cheek
胸腔 (xiōngqiāng) – chest
公民 (gōngmín) – citizen
煤 (méi) – coal
海岸 (hǎi’àn) – coast
硬币 (yìngbì) – coin
颜色 (yánsè) – color
角 (jiǎo) – corner
懦夫 (nuòfū) – coward
母牛 (mǔniú) – cow
罪行 (zuìxíng) – crime
庄稼 (zhuāngjià) – crop
乌鸦 (wūyā) – crow
王冠 (wángguàn) – crown
保护 (bǎohù) – custody
舞蹈 (wǔdǎo) – dance
危险 (wéixiǎn) – danger
日期 (rìqí) – date
天 (tiān) – day
死亡 (sǐwáng) – death
装饰 (zhuāngshì) – decoration
鹿 (lù) – deer
部 (bù) – department
沙漠 (shāmò) – desert
狗 (gǒu) – dog
门 (mén) – door
疑问 (yíwèn) – doubt
十二个 (shí’èrgè) – dozen
梦 (mèng) – dream
衣服 (yīfú) – dress
饮料 (yǐnliào) – drink
落下 (luòxià) – drop
鸭 (yā) – duck
尘土 (chéntǔ) – dust
鹰 (yīng) – eagle
耳朵 (ěrduǒ) – ear
地球 (dìqiú) – Earth
东边 (dōngbian) – east
回声 (huíshēng) – echo
经济 (jīngjì) – economy
编辑 (biānjí) – editor
教育 (jiàoyù) – education
日食 (rìshí)– eclipse
肘 (zhǒu) – elbow
末端 (mòduān) – end
能量 (néngliàng) – energy
环境 (huánjìng) – environment
事件 (shìjiàn) – event
眼睛 (yǎnjīng) – eye
眼毛 (yǎnmáo) – eyebrow
面孔 (miànkǒng) – face
公平的 (gōngpíngde) – fair
扇 (shàn) – fan
农场 (nóngchǎng) – farm
父辛 (fùxīn) – father
火 (huǒ) – fire
手指 (shǒuzhǐ) – finger
鱼 (yú) – fish
旗 (qí) – flag
火焰 (huǒyàn) – flame
肉 (ròu) – flesh
飞 (fēi) – fly
地板 (dìbǎn) – floor
面粉 (miànfěn) – flour
花 (huā) – flower
花盆 (huāpén) – flower pot
长笛 (chángdí) – flute
泡沫 (pàomò) – foam
雾 (wù) – fog
脚 (jiǎo) – foot
额 (é) – forehead
堡 (bǎo) – fort
喷出 (pēnchū) – fountain
青蛙 (qīngwā) – frog
燃料 (ránliào) – fuel
作用 (zuòyòng) – function
将来 (jiānglái) – future
赌博 (dǔbó) – gamble
垃圾桶 (lèsètǒng) – garbage
花园 (huāyuán) – garden
女孩子 (nǚháizi) – girl
玻璃 (bōlí) – glass
手套 (shǒutào) – glove
胶 (jiāo) – glue
山羊 (shānyáng) – goat
上帝 (shàngdì) – God
金 (jīn) – gold
祖父 (zǔfù) – grandfather
祖母 (zǔmǔ) – grandmother
葡萄 (pútáo) – grape
坟墓 (fénmù) – grave
卫队 (wèiduì) – guard
客人 (kèrén) – guest
树胶 (shùjiāo) – gum
习惯 (xíguàn) – habit
头发 (tóufǎ) – hair
手 (shǒu) – hand
锤 (chuí) – hammer
危险 (wéixiǎn) – hazard
头 (tóu) – head
堆 (duī) – heap
心 (xīn) – heart
热 (rè) – heat
脚后跟 (jiǎohòugēn) – heel
臀部 (túnbù) – hip
历史 (lìshǐ) – history
孔 (kǒng) – hole
家庭 (jiātíng) – home
蜂蜜 (fēngmì) – honey
角 (jiǎo) – horn
马 (mǎ) – horse
小时 (xiǎoshí) – hour
丈夫 (zhàngfū) – husband
催眠状态 (cuīmián zhuàngtài) – hypnosis
重要性 (zhòngyàoxìng) – importance
工业 (gōngyè) – industrial
消息 (xiāoxī) – information
首饰 (shǒushì) – jewelry
钥匙 (yàoshi) – key
刀 (dāo) – knife
结 (jié) – knot
膝盖 (xīgài) – knee
知识 (zhīshì) – knowledge
实验室 (shíyànshì) – laboratory
夫人 (fūrén) – lady
羔羊 (gāoyáng) – lamb
土地 (tǔdì) – land
车道 (chēdào) – lane
语言 (yǔyán) – language
笑声 (xiàosheng) – laughter
法律 (fǎlǜ) – law
叶子 (yèzi) – leaf
皮革 (pígé) – leather
豹子 (baozi) – leopard
柠檬 (níngméng) – lemon
莴苣 (wōjù) – lettuce
生命 (shēngmìng) – life
退 (tuì) – leg
嘴唇 (zuǐchún) – lip
文学 (wénxué) – literature
锁 (suǒ) – lock
爱 (ài) – love
情人 (qíngrén) – lover
午餐 (wǔcān) – lunch
肺 (fèi) – lung
魔术 (móshù) – magic
女仆 (nǚpū) – maid
多数 (duōshù) – majority
人 (rén) – man
地图 (dìtú) – map
按摩 (ànmó) – massage
材料 (cáiliào) – material
饭食 (fànshí) – meal
药 (yào) – medicine
瓜 (guā) – melon
智力 (zhìlì) – mind
镜 (jìng) – mirror
纪念碑 (jìniànbēi) – monument
蚊 (wén) – mosquito
谋杀 (móushā) – murder
芥 (jiè) – mustard
奥秘 (àomì) – mystery
名字 (míngzì) – name
需要 (xūyào) – need
针 (zhēn) – needle
邻居 (línjū) – neighbor
巢 (cháo) – nest
新闻 (xīnwén) – news
夜 (yè) – night
鼻子 (bízi) – nose
脖子 (bózi) – neck
钉子 (dīngzi) – nail
人们 (rénmen) – people
胡椒粉 (hújiāofěn) – pepper
人 (rén) – person
枕头 (zhěntou) – pillow
地方 (dìfāng) – place
毒物 (dúwù) – poison
人口 (rénkǒu) – population
罐 (guàn) – pot
土豆 (tǔdòu) – potato
祷告 (dǎogào) – prayer
价格 (jiàgé) – price
检品 (jiǎnpǐn) – prize
王子 (wángzǐ) – prince
公主 (gōngzhǔ) – princess
问题 (wèntí) – question
兔 (tù) – rabbit
人种 (rénzhǒng) – race
原因 (yuányīn) – reason
难民 (nànmín) – refugee
居住 (jūzhù) – residence
河 (hé) – river
岩石 (yánshí) – rock
屋顶 (wūdǐng) – roof
根 (gēn) – root
玫瑰 (méiguī) – rose
神圣 (shénshèng) – sacred
薪金 (xīnjīn) – salary
盐 (yán) – salt
沙 (shā) – sand
蝎子 (xiēzi) – scorpion
时节 (shíjié) – season
她 (tā) – she
一片 (yīpiàn) – sheet
歌唱 (gēchàng) – song
皮 (pí) – skin
天空 (tiānkōng) – sky
拍 (pāi) – slap
蛇 (shé) – snake
社会 (shèhuì) – society
南 (nán) – south
匙 (shi) – spoon
东西 (dōngxī) – thing
股 (gǔ) – thigh
千 (qiān) – thousand
时间 (shíjiān) – time
足尖部 (zújiānbù) – toe
牙齿 (yáchǐ) – tooth
贸易 (màoyì) – trade
声音 (shēngyīn) – voice
腰 (yāo) – waist
星期 (xīngqí) – week
重 (zhòng) – weight
西 (xī) – west
轮 (lún) – wheel
风 (fēng) – wind
女人 (nǚrén) – woman
词 (cí) – word
工作 (gōngzuò) – work
世界 (shìjiè) – world
敬仰 (jìngyǎng) – worship
年 (nián) – year
昨天 (zuótiān) – yesterday
青年 (qīngnián) – youth
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