#five books already oof
Text
i am considering making a sideblog for like reading or a mini book club
#☁︎ manon's mind#i wanna talk about books i’m reading#and books i wanna read#and i would love to get recs from u guys#or chat about any books that multiple ppl have read!#idk i don’t want to clutter this blog#but i also don’t know if anyone would be interested#i’ve been reading a lot more this year#five books already oof#but yeah if anyone is interest#pls lmk!!
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤
Ooof what a week. Busy with work, but I'm on vacation again next week, woo! Plenty of time to write, and catch up on my reading list and I can't wait. 🤗
The weather has turned over the last two weeks here where I live in the UK, and it's very rainy and cold, so I'm looking forward to snuggling up with warm fuzzy socks and hot chocolate on the regular. 😍
So without further ado, let's crack on with this week's Whip Round.
Jack, will you do the honours?
Catch up on last week here, sugar
☆ Things I've posted this week
Five Days - Chapter 8 - I honestly don't want this series to end... But we're getting into the thick of it now. Thank you for all the love for Joel & Reader. 🖤
Thrash Metal - Dieter Bravo One Shot. Thots about a pierced Dieter birthed this and I am not sorry.
The Bow Tie - Dieter Bravo GIFLET
Self-Care With Dieter & Jett focused on loss this week. It was a bit of a heavy subject, but two special guests, Agent Whiskey & Marcus Moreno, stopped by to share their stories.
A Loving Ode To The Writers is my message to all the incredible writers out there in the fandom. And a big F you to all the haters.
This Week's Writer Wow shone the spotlight on my fellow Ezra bae @sp00kymulderr whom I just adore for so many reasons. And you will too, go give them a follow if you're not already. 🖤
☆ Things I'm currently working on
I've teased out my next series after Five Days to some of my friends on Discord this week - teehee... 🤭 Stay tuned for it coming in January.
Got a couple of one shots on the go and as always plenty more GIFLETS to come.
☆ Things I've read this week
I've book marked quite a lot to read and catch up on this week. I'm planning on catching up with some of my favourite writers too next week whilst I am off work.
Some fics that stood out to me this week were:
Be Good, Be Quiet - @undercoverpena Jo mentioned that she wasn't so innocent this week, and after reading this, she's absolutely right. 😜 Holy smokes, this was super hot and made me all up in my sexy Joel feels! Oof. Check it out, it will not disappoint! Innocent my ass, Jo... pfffft. 😉
Sub!Frankie & Bondage - @swiftispunk I had the biggest grin on my face reading this and if you've read it too, you'll know why. Good God this was excellent and packed so much punch! 🔥
Letterman Jacket - @fuckyeahdindjarin I've had this Javi P fic saved on my TBR for a while and am kicking myself I haven't read it sooner because it is utterly divine. Still thinking about that damn jacket now... 😍
Dry Run - @chronically-ghosted Once again, Taylor knocks it well and truly out of the park, this time with Javi P dancing with you. And I couldn't be more enthused or enthralled reading this. It's a scorcher. 🥵
Hoofbeats - @psychedelic-ink I'm a sucker for this pairing of Joel & Whiskey, and this story was exceptionally good with the imagery and feels. I absolutely loved it. 🥰
All these fics and more will be added to my Pedro Character Fic Rec List too.
Just want to give a shoutout to this post too from @fuckyeahpaperco by @fuckyeahdindjarin who makes stunning, and I mean STUNNING Pedro stationary. I can't wait to get my hands on some, been eyeing those post-its! I will be treating myself for sure. Perfect little stocking fillers in time for Christmas too! 🎄
☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?
I caught up on some Pedro Podcasts this week whilst at work, some of them I hadn't actually listened to in full before...
I've made a playlist putting them all together, and it also includes Pedro's episode on Motherhacker. So, please feel free to click on and have a listen for yourself if you haven't.
My absolute favourite has to be the Talk Art Podcast. Hearing Pedro talk about art he loves is phenomenal.
☆ What have I been up to this week?
Working, and squeezing in some reading and writing. The weather hasn't been too great here for hiking the last two weeks, so I'm itching to get out this week and go for a hike if I can, stretch the ol' legs.
I hope you guys have had a great week and are enjoying the weekend. That wraps it up for this week so I'll catch you on the next Whip Round.
Stay kind, stay creamy. Let's skedaddle, Jack. 🖤
🖤
#jett's weekly whip round#agent whiskey#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#agent whiskey jack daniels#fic recs#week in review#Spotify
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
Percy Jackson TV Thoughts
(Weekly reminder that I read the books and mention spoilers)
Baby Percy swim lessons!
Oh Percy you don’t even KNOW
The way he’s so precious telling her to breathe the way she always tells him… if you need me I’m face down on the deep end of that pool
Annabeth’s head scarf has sheep on it… costume department I’m obsessed with you
I too would rather sleep on corduroy than a pillow of unknown cleanliness
Percy wanting to more about Thalia 😭
Help they’re so cute
Percy is so real for not understanding why no one is following The Golden Rule
Not Annabeth fiddling with her father’s ring
As always — Annabeth’s step-mother can get bent
Hi Grover
Me too Grover. Me too.
“It’s like you need me to make fun of you” ANNABETH (also I mean. Kinda)
“We gotta take this seriously… hey wait a minute there’s creatures outside” so real and true of you Percy
PAN MENTION
The way Annabeth can pick up where Grover left off.. bestie behaviour
Annabeth is so perfect
Where do I know security dude from
Echidna what the fuck girlie
I don’t think you want to take that time with Annabeth
The way I would need to change my pants after this interaction… she’s terrifying
“This has always been a family story” filed under lines that go hard
Also GAIA MENTION
I AM I AM AFRAID
“Not that you would know” OH MY GODS
Oh no she’s fluffy
Besties do you think it wouldn’t be poisonous? Be for real it’s a Greek monster
Oh I LOVE this change… hell yeah for The Arch
Also I have been to the Arch and I love that thing. Also a real test of claustrophobia
Grover I’m obsessed with you
Annabeth could you be… growing as a person?
Oh he got a chuckle out of her
They’re SO CUTE I can’t stand it
Oh Percy that beautiful fatal flaw
OH??? My god??? The caught him?!
OH MY LORD THATS SO
Annabeth I think you care about him
Asking Athena to help the son of Poseidon? This ship never stops getting better with each new creation
Cold blooded Athena
So did they build an Arch set to get these shots or did they shove a camera in the elevator/viewing area
The smoothness with which Percy puts his arms around Grover is great. Those are BESTIES
Hell yeah Perseus
BAD. ASS. LOOKING. MONSTER.
Thank god they already pulled the fire alarm
Oof dude there’s no way he’s making it to the river without help now
There it is
Is. Is the Nereid jellyfish shaped? LOVE IT
Aaawwwwwww what if I cry
Wait what do you mean it’s over that was like five minutes
Teaser
TUNNEL OF LOOOOVVVEEEEE
The Fates!
Ooh a throne
Ares!
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ectober Day 4: Box and Staff
Title: Sleepy Time
Word Count: 5243
AO3 Link
Summary:
Danny is a very sleepy ghost boy and at this point anything qualifies as a bed.
---
What Danny wouldn’t give for just one peaceful night. One night where he could lie down, fall fast asleep, and stay asleep for a humane amount of hours. No matter how often he patrolled, it seemed there was always a ghost waiting to attack at the unholy hour of 2AM.
The entire weekend had followed this pattern, with ghost attacks interspersed throughout the day. Skulker woke Danny up with a loud, resounding shout Friday night that had his parents up in arms. Between running Skulker a safe distance away– determined not to have another fight destroy part of the lab– and his parents chasing after, firing indiscriminately, Danny had no chance to rest that night.
He still had traces of a bruise on his chin from that particular debacle.
Saturday had been little better when Technus decided that their neighbor’s old sedan fit perfectly with his latest collection of tech. There were still trees blocking part of the road outside their house from the bulky machine careening down the street.
Sunday followed this same pattern, with Johnny 13 making a mad dash away from Amity Park on his motorcycle, forcing Danny to chase after him. They’d almost wound up in West Virginia by the time Danny caught him, and the lonely flight back took what little energy he had left at that point.
Danny thought he might finally get some rest when he returned to Illinois and sank into his bed– until an ectopus drifted past his bedroom window.
The ectopus hardly put up a fight, but Danny struggled to fall asleep afterwards, waking up at random intervals, tossing and turning. By the time the sun rose, Danny stared out his window with squinted eyes, groaning.
Of course he had to have school today. He already had a headache.
Danny dragged his feet through the halls of Casper High, head hung low, messy black bangs draped over his eyes as he made his way to his locker. Tucker already stood there waiting for him and gave a sympathetic ‘oof’ when Danny smacked his head against the door to his locker.
“Another bad night, then?” Tucker asked, patting Danny on the shoulder.
Danny lifted his head just high enough to smack it back against the locker with a clang.
“Ow…” he mumbled, wincing as his headache pounded.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Tucker observed.
Danny turned his head to look up at Tucker. His friend was several inches taller now, though that didn’t say much when Danny barely brushed five feet.
“I think I slept maybe two hours all weekend,” Danny groaned.
Tucker grimaced. “You gonna be okay, dude? You sure you can make it today?”
Danny stood up straight long enough to root through his locker and pull out the books he needed for the day. He shoved them into his backpack and fought with the zipper to close it.
“At this rate, I’ll be lucky if I make it through our first class,” Danny grumbled, teeth gritted as he tugged harder on the zipper.
Yanking too hard, Danny accidentally ripped the zipper clean off of his bag.
Staring at the piece of shattered metal in his hand, Danny slumped back against his locker, shut his eyes, and rhythmically smacked the back of his head against it.
“Yikes, what’s eating him?” Danny heard Sam ask.
“No sleep again, and he just decimated the zipper on his bag,” Tucker said.
Sam audibly sighed. Danny felt a hand grab his arm and pull him away from his locker.
“You get enough blows to the head without giving yourself more of them,” Sam said. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”
Sam helped Danny get his bag rearranged, but there wasn’t much they could do for the zipper. They managed to strap it closed with an old cable, but it looked an absolute mess. At least the thermos wouldn’t fall out of the bag, which was frankly all that mattered to Danny. He had a spare bag at home he could swap it out with later.
Danny tried his best to stay awake during his first class, but it seemed as if the universe was conspiring against him. Danny sat by the window and the warm sunlight filtering through the blinds dragged his eyelids low. It was all he could do to resist the urge to curl up on his desk like a cat and soak in the warmth.
It didn’t help that Mr. Lancer’s history lesson droned into a monotonous lecture. Mr. Lancer usually tried to show some level of enthusiasm for what he was teaching, but it seemed even he had no interest in the particular branch of US history they were learning. That or, judging by the way he pinched at his tear ducts, he might simply have had a migraine.
Between lack of sleep, his sun-warmed desk, and the droning lecture, Danny was asleep within five minutes.
Mercifully, Tucker noticed in time to shake him awake. Danny gave him an awkward thumbs up over his shoulder.
This proceeded to happen no less than three times, until Tucker just took to rhythmically kicking the back of Danny’s seat to keep him awake. That worked for a while, but Danny eventually still managed to slip back into a light doze.
When the bell rang, Danny startled awake, lurching as his head fell out of his hand and he tipped dangerously to the side. He jumped to his feet, as though ready to fight something, and only calmed when Tucker patted his shoulder.
“Come on, Spooky, there’s nothing to punch,” he said.
Blushing slightly, Danny gathered his mess of a bag and slung it over his shoulder. He followed Tucker to the front of the class, pausing when Mr. Lancer cleared his throat.
“Mr. Fenton, I expect you to be more alert in time for my English quiz,” he said while rubbing at his left temple.
Danny nodded his head. “Sorry, I will be,” he mumbled.
Mr. Lancer gave a firm nod and went back to reading from the book on his desk. Danny quickly sped to catch up with Tucker at the door. They met with Sam in the hall and headed for gym class.
Danny grabbed his gym clothes and took them to the toilet stalls to change as usual. It was a hot day, easily over eighty degrees, but Danny kept his red sweatshirt on over his gym clothes. He’d rather flare his core to keep cool than go without it.
Unfortunately, flaring his core required using more energy. It was fine at first when their class walked down the field to play soccer, but Danny quickly lost steam from there. He trudged along beside Tucker, who stuck resolutely close to the slight chill Danny put off. It was a struggle to keep up the pretense of trying– though Dash helped, in an ironic way. He kept kicking the ball towards (at) Danny, and running past him close enough to knock shoulders. With him constantly engaging Danny, it at least gave the appearance of him participating. Danny could have done without the bruises to his shoulder, but at least Ms. Tetslaff wasn’t yelling at him.
Still, by the time they headed back towards the gym, Danny wasn’t able to keep the chill of his core flared enough to stave off the heat. He leaned miserably against Sam, letting her half-drag him up the hill. She reviewed book notes for their English quiz as they walked, though Danny hardly absorbed the words.
Between Tucker keeping him awake in class, and Sam almost carrying him, Danny owed his friends big time. He wasn’t sure where he’d be without them.
Probably in a ditch somewhere.
(Asleep, that is. The dying thing had already sailed.)
Danny welcomed their lunch period with open arms, prepared to put his head down and have a well-deserved nap.
Unfortunately, a ghost had other ideas.
The timing was impressive, in all honesty. No sooner had Danny pillowed his head on his arms, sighing contently, when that sigh turned into a puff of blue mist.
The expletive he shouted drew a few stares.
It didn't take long for Danny to find the culprit. A loud crashing sound echoed from the hallway outside the cafeteria. After darting in the restroom to transform, Danny followed the noise.
He found Boxy wreaking havoc on the science department, upending what appeared to be boxes of new lab equipment. Danny watched as one of the boxes tipped upside down. It sent a large package of beakers crashing to the ground, smashing Danny's own record within seconds.
Were he better rested and thinking straight, Danny might have been able to save the rest of the supplies from destruction. Seeing as he was barely awake and squinting through bleary eyes, however, it didn't occur to Danny to catch any of the boxes when he souped the Box Ghost from the air.
The rest of the lab equipment crashed down in Boxy's absence, the sound a monstrous crescendo of shattering glass and crunching metal.
Danny noticed a teacher in the corner of the room. She stared, open-mouthed with horror at the destruction.
As Danny awkwardly backstepped out of the room, a sheepish grin on his face, she burst into tears.
When Danny returned to the cafeteria with nine minutes to spare, he gave Sam and Tucker a dispassionate, "Don't ask," before planting his forehead on the table and passing out.
The day continued to nosedive, as it often did, with Mr. Lancer's English class.
Danny liked Mr. Lancer well enough as a teacher, but he unfortunately still believed in Danny enough to keep him on his toes. Many of the teachers no longer reprimanded him for falling asleep or missing assignments, but Mr. Lancer was determined to make Danny apply himself. It would have been touching that he cared, were it not so frustrating.
As it was, Danny stared at his English quiz, seeing double. The words blurred and morphed together, smudged through his bleary vision. It was all Danny could do to keep his drooping eyelids from shutting tight.
Tucker didn't sit behind him in this class, so there was no rhythmic chair kicking to keep Danny awake. Sam did sit beside him– and she definitely threw a pencil at him the first time his eyes snapped shut– but there wasn't much she could do discreetly during a test.
Inevitably, Danny's eyes shut tight as he leaned into his hand, propped up on his elbow.
Danny was flying, drifting on a warm breeze. A clear sky glittered overhead, the stars turning, spinning, blinking in wavering patterns.
Flipping on his back, crossing his arms behind his head, Danny watched as the stars coalesced in a brilliant tapestry. A landscape opened up across the heavens, towering mountains and low valleys of radiant stardust.
“Mr. Fenton.”
The landscape rippled, as though caught in a rough breeze. The wind blew harshly against Danny’s face, suddenly cold.
“Mr. Fenton.”
A strong gust of wind scattered the stardust to nothing. It left the sky inky black and empty, yawning overhead– crashing down as the wind roared loudly in Danny’s ears, icy and sharp.
Soon, all that remained was that wind. Danny tensed, searching for something– anything in the darkness that sprung up around him.
Something tapped his shoulder.
Danny shot up suddenly, his desk scraping loudly across the floor as he stood. He braced himself for a fight, but… froze when he saw Mr. Lancer staring down at him with an eyebrow raised.
Snickers broke out around him and Danny glanced to his right in time to see Sam facepalm.
“Is there any particular reason you can’t stay awake today, Mr. Fenton?” Mr. Lancer asked, drawing Danny’s attention back to him.
Danny was now as sure as he could be that Mr. Lancer had a migraine. The bags under his eyes weren’t as dark as Danny’s, but they were deeper than usual. He kept rubbing at his temple still, almost absently.
“Sorry, Mr. Lancer,” Danny said as he awkwardly sat back down. “Just… a headache.”
Truthfully, he did still have a headache. Probably not one as bad as Mr. Lancer’s, but Danny didn’t think that sleep deprivation was an answer his teacher would take lightly.
Glancing across the classroom, Danny could see Tucker giving him a commiserating smile, and Dash miming someone startling badly. Several classmates weren’t even watching, though. This situation happened frequently enough that it had lost some of its novelty.
Mr. Lancer sighed. “Do you need to go to the nurse’s office, Mr. Fenton?” he asked.
Danny cringed, sinking down a little in his seat. He hadn’t been to the nurse’s office for over a year now, since the Accident, and he wasn’t about to start now over a small headache.
“N–no I think I’m good,” he said quickly.
Mr. Lancer sighed again, shaking his head. “I’d like you to stay after class, Mr. Fenton. Please try to stay awake enough to finish your quiz until then.”
He turned and went back to his desk, saying, “Ten more minutes; use your time wisely,” to the class before he sat down.
Danny rubbed at his face in frustration, groaning as he distinctly heard Dash snicker.
By the time class ended, Danny had managed to stay awake, but he had not managed to finish the quiz. It didn’t help that he had hardly read the book assignment– The Catcher in the Rye– and his memory of Sam’s notes was vague at best. He was confident in maybe three of his answers, and certain that his incomplete essay at the end would be poorly received.
Sam and Tucker gave Danny encouraging thumbs up as they left the room. He knew they’d both wait for him in the hall.
After tying the cable back around his backpack, Danny dragged his feet to the front of the classroom. He stood in front of Mr. Lancer’s desk, waiting for the man to address him. He was grading a stack of papers, marking them with a red pen as he went.
“How is your head feeling?” Mr. Lancer asked without looking up.
The question threw Danny off kilter. He paused, wracking his mind for suitable words. “Uh, it’s getting better. I took some ibuprofen earlier,” he said.
Danny had not taken ibuprofen earlier. He had to take three or four times the recommended dose for it to even touch his pain these days, and a small headache wasn’t worth the trouble.
Mr. Lancer gave him a nod. He made one last mark on the paper in front of him, circling a line of text near the bottom of the page, before he finally looked up.
“Is there anything else going on, Mr. Fenton?” he asked.
His green eyes bored into Danny’s, and he had the distinct feeling of being scanned. It was moments like this that reminded Danny why Jazz liked Mr. Lancer as a teacher so much. Both of them were perceptive when it came to people.
“No?” Danny started, cringing a little at the uncertain tone in his own voice. “I mean, I didn’t really sleep well last night, but… yeah.”
He trailed off, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
Mr. Lancer looked him up and down, his eyes settling on the slight bruising he still had on his cheek.
"If there's anything troubling you at home, I am always here to listen, Daniel," he said.
Danny shuffled uncomfortably, digging his shoe into the linoleum floor.
“Now,” Mr. Lancer began, reaching for a folder on the far side of his desk, “I won’t give you detention this time, but if I catch you sleeping in my classroom tomorrow I won’t be so lenient. Forgo any… extracurriculars tonight and get some sleep, Mr. Fenton. Have a good evening.”
Blinking dazedly, Danny could only nod and stutter out a confused, “Y-you too– the good evening thing, that is.”
Gripping the straps of his book bag tightly, Danny hurried out the door before Mr. Lancer could change his mind.
Sam and Tucker were the only people left in the hallway. It was the end of the school day and most people had already left or carried on to after school activities. Tucker swung an arm over Danny’s shoulders as they fell into step together.
“So, when’s your detention?” Tucker asked him.
Danny snorted. For once, he was happy to have an answer for that question. “Didn’t get detention,” he said, shooting his friend a fanged grin.
Tucker gasped and ground to a stop, jostling Danny beneath his arm. “Wait, really? What did he say?”
“He just… asked what was wrong. Told me I could talk to him if something was bothering me,” he said with a shrug. “It was kind of weird– but in a nice way.”
The trio resumed walking, turning around the corner. They passed by the science department where several staff members were still cleaning up the broken glass. Sam slowed, craning her neck to get a better look, but Danny grabbed her arm and sped up, not wanting to linger by the mess.
He had forgotten how hot it was outside. The moment they stepped out into the heat, Danny groaned. What little energy had been startled into him by his nervous interaction with Mr. Lancer had faded, sapped away by fatigue. He leaned into Tucker as they went down the school steps and towards the sidewalk.
“You really should go get some sleep, dude,” Tucker said, eyeing Danny. “You look dead on your feet.”
Sam punched him in the shoulder while Danny laughed.
“He’s right, though,” Sam said. “You always look exhausted, but this is a bit much, even for you.”
Danny groaned exasperatedly. “Tell that to the ghosts that keep floating by my bedroom window,” he said.
“What was it last night?” Tucker asked.
“After Johnny? A fucking ectopus,” Danny said, throwing his arms up in exasperation, nearly shrugging off Tucker’s arm. “I almost would have preferred Skulker again. At least then I’d have something to take my frustration out on,” he added in a low grumble.
“With how tired you are, I don’t think fighting Skulker is the best idea right now,” Sam said. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. We heading to FentonWorks?”
“Please no,” Danny said a little too quickly. “My parents are still fixing the lab wall. I don’t think I could sleep through that racket if I tried.”
Tucker snorted. “Still? Hasn’t it been like a week?”
“Five days. Five miserable, loud days. Were you not reading my texts? Did I not complain enough?”
Tucker rolled his eyes. “In my defense, you didn’t update us on the lab wall fiasco over the weekend, so I assumed it was over.”
“I’m sorry if I was a little too busy complaining about the trio of dumbasses that is Skulker, Technus, and Johnny. I’ll try to squeeze in loud Fenton bullshit hours next time.”
“See that you do,” Tucker said, nodding sagely.
Danny snorted, waving his arm to slap at him.
“So, where we going then?” Sam pressed. “I don’t know about you two, but I want to get out of this heat.”
They hadn’t made it very far from the school. With Danny leaning into Tucker, and no clear destination decided, they’d stopped at the corner.
Tucker made a thoughtful humming sound. “How about my place? My mom’s working and my dad shouldn’t bug us. Danny can take a nap while we play games or something.”
“Yeah, sure. Better than standing out here all day,” Sam said with a shrug.
“You’re going to play games without me?” Danny whined, doing his best attempt at puppy dog eyes (the effect probably ruined, at least somewhat, by how squinted they were).
“Yep,” Sam said, popping the ‘p’. She gave him a once-over with her arms crossed, her smile twisting into a concerned frown.
“Go transform and I’ll carry you,” she offered.
Danny perked up immediately, throwing Tucker’s arm off his shoulder. He glanced around quickly to make sure there was no one watching before darting into the tall bushes nearby. He heard Sam mutter, “That woke him up a little,” as he transformed.
As soon as the cold rings washed over him, Danny felt for his invisibility, letting it wash over in the same way. Floating back over to Sam and Tucker, he gave a quiet, “Here,” to let Sam know where he was before settling across the tops of her shoulders and spider backpack like a very large snake.
He let his spectral tail hang down one side of her neck and his arm down the other. He nestled his head on her shoulder and sighed happily. Thankfully, Danny was light enough in this form for Sam to carry him without issue.
“Just stay awake long enough for us to get to Tuck’s house. If you turn visible on me in the middle of the street, I will personally soup you,” she whispered.
“Noted.”
Danny put every last ounce of his energy into keeping his eyelids open on the walk to Tucker’s house. The gentle sway of Sam walking, paired with the heat, made for a sleepy combination. By the time they stepped over the threshold of Tucker’s house, blissfully welcomed by air conditioning, Danny had finally lost the battle against his eyelids.
He heard Tucker gasp loudly, hissing out a frightened, “Danny!” before he felt– and heard– Sam thunder up the steps to Tucker’s bedroom. Danny opened his eyes in time to watch Tucker slam the door behind him, turning the lock.
“That was a close one,” Tucker said, pressing his ear expectantly to the door, his red beanie askew. “I think my dad’s outside– otherwise he might’ve seen the ghost who was supposed to stay invisible.”
“‘M sorry,” Danny mumbled, shutting his eyes again.
Sam sighed. Danny felt her pivot and heard her boots take a couple of steps on the wooden floor.
“You’re hopeless when you’re tired,” she said. “How have you kept your secret this long?”
“Talent,” Danny mumbled into her shoulder.
Sam snorted. Her shoulders rose and Danny felt her hands grab him under the armpits. He kept his eyes closed, expecting her to flop him onto Tucker’s bed, but was surprised when he felt himself land inside something.
Tucker began to cackle, his laughter quickly devolving into wheezes. Danny opened his eyes and came face to face with–
Cardboard. He was inside a box.
Groaning, Danny rolled onto his back, brushing his white bangs out of his eyes. His tail fell the rest of the way into the box with him, curled over his stomach.
“Sam. Why am I in a box?” he asked,
It was a pretty big box, though Danny wasn’t sure why Tucker had it. Judging by the give in the bottom, it was sitting on his bed. Danny couldn’t stretch out his arms inside the thing, but he could curl up with some room to spare.
“I dunno. It just seemed funny,” Sam said, laughing.
“What’s this thing even from?” Danny asked. “It’s a pretty nice box.”
Tucker’s face swam into view as he leaned over the box, still chuckling. He lifted his glasses, wiping away a tear.
“It’s from my new desk,” he said between chuckles. “I figured I’d keep it to store shit in. Think we could replace the thermos with one of these bad boys?”
“I want you to think for two seconds about Boxy before you seriously consider that statement,” Sam said.
Danny huffed a laugh. Rolling onto his side, he let his tail curl around him and pillowed his head on his arms. He felt the bed sink down a bit on one side and heard someone fumbling with what sounded like game controllers.
“Are you seriously comfortable in there?” Sam asked, her voice hovering just over his ear.
Danny hummed in response, nestling into his arms. It probably would be more comfortable on the bed, but he was already so tired, and the walls of the box made him feel strangely safe…
Sam laughed again, more quietly this time. He heard the telltale sounds of Tucker starting up Smash Bros., followed by him quickly lowering the volume.
A hand fell into Danny's hair, gently scratching his scalp. In his sleepy, half-awake state, Danny was faintly aware of the contented rumble in his chest.
"Just like a cat," Danny heard Tucker snicker.
The noise of a cell phone camera going off followed.
It was the last thing Danny heard, other than the distant sounds of their game, before he fell into a fitful sleep.
~*~
Danny's mind was sluggish as he woke. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the familiar stars on his ceiling, but was surprised to see a dark room with a spinning ceiling fan instead.
Turning on his side, Danny noticed short walls surrounding him. He panicked for a moment, thinking he was trapped, before remembering he'd fallen asleep in…
A box.
A box, of all things.
Danny was still in his ghost form, and in the dark he could see that part of the box was dented. Danny could only assume he’d crushed it in his sleep. Coiling up on his tail, slipping out of a blanket Sam or Tucker must’ve thrown over him, Danny rose up like a cobra and glanced around Tucker’s bedroom. He couldn't tell what time it was, though it must’ve been well past sunset, judging by the darkness.
Sam was nowhere to be seen, but Tucker was curled up in bed, fast asleep. At least, he was asleep– until Danny leaned too heavily on the box and it tore down the side, causing him to tumble forward and land on his friend’s legs.
Startling awake, Tucker quickly sat up, pulling his legs to his chest.
“Wha– Danny? You good?” he groggily asked, stifling a yawn.
Danny yawned as well, still feeling rather tired despite what must have been several hours of rest.
“I feel a bit better,” he said. “How long was I out? What time is it? Where’s Sam?”
Tucker rolled on his side and groped a hand across his nightstand, grabbing his glasses and phone. Both of them squinted as the phone powered on, singing their retinas with its sudden light.
“It’s almost eleven, so uhhh… seven hours or so? Sam left hours ago.”
“Ancients…” Danny muttered, rubbing his tired eyes.
A sobering thought suddenly came to mind.
“Wait, shit, I should get home, I–”
“Already taken care of,” Tucker said, yawning again. “As far as your parents are concerned, you’re sleeping over tonight. My parents don’t know, though, so try to keep it down.”
He gave a cheeky grin and Danny felt his anxiety melt away with it.
“So, are you going to keep sleeping in my box– which you totally destroyed, by the way– or do you want to actually use the bed?”
Danny glanced down at the cardboard under him. The box had certainly seen better days. It had been surprisingly comfortable while it lasted, at least.
“Bed sounds good,” Danny said wearily. “I can’t believe you let me sleep in a box.”
Tucker just laughed at that.
Danny crawled across the bed to the side closest to the wall. Tucker lifted his blanket and Danny phased his way under it. He settled down, burying his face in one of Tucker’s many pillows.
“Am I too cold like this?” he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow. “I can transform if you want.”
Danny was getting considerably better at controlling his powers. Aside from being able to maintain his form while unconscious now, he also had significantly more control over his temperature. He couldn’t necessarily make himself warm as Phantom, but he could decrease the chill he put off.
Sleeping as a ghost appealed to Danny– seeing as it meant he wouldn’t have to take off his binder– but he would transform for Tucker’s comfort if not his own.
Tucker hummed thoughtfully. “Naw, you’re good. Just let me turn off the ceiling fan.”
He reached for something else on his nightstand, producing a tiny remote. It shut off the fan and Danny watched as the blades slowly ground to a halt.
Tucker settled back into bed, taking off his glasses, carding a hand through his curly bangs. He let loose another yawn and rolled over to look at Danny.
“You’re not hungry or anything are you? You did sleep most of the day,” he said.
Danny shook his head. He never had much of an appetite since the Accident. Sam suspected it had something to do with all of the ambient ectoplasm in Amity.
“Just tired still,” he said. “Thanks for letting me sleep for so long, by the way.”
Tucker hummed, shutting his eyes. “You needed it,” he mumbled.
Danny certainly agreed. Those seven hours of sleep had helped, but he still felt pretty exhausted. Not every week of fighting ghosts was like this, but the ones that were dragged him down. He was only thankful for no major injuries this time around.
Snuggling deeper under the blanket, Danny wiggled his way closer to Tucker, burying his head under his friend’s chin. Tucker shifted, lifting his arm over Danny in a practiced manner, draping it over his shoulders.
Listening to the rhythmic sound of Tucker’s breathing and the steady beat of his heart, Danny quickly found himself falling into a restful sleep.
“G’nigh,” Tucker mumbled, hardly coherent.
Danny’s core rumbled contently in response.
~*~
Danny awoke the next day feeling, at last, actually awake. After changing into some clothes Tucker kept at his house for him, Danny slipped out of Tucker’s bedroom window and waited outside to give him a lift to school.
He didn’t manage to replace his book bag, but dealing with the broken zipper felt considerably more manageable when well-rested.
They met up with Sam in the hall as usual, and there was something in her grin that had him feeling nervous.
“What did you do?” Danny warily asked her.
Sam’s grin widened. She leaned against her locker, flicking through something on her phone.
“Oh, you know… just thinking about photography,” she said.
Danny paused, trying to parse out whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Then, with dawning horror, he remembered hearing the sound of a phone camera the night before.
“You didn’t,” he said, standing up straight, eyes narrowed at Sam.
“Oh, I did.”
She tapped something on her phone and turned the screen towards him. On it was a picture of Phantom, curled up inside of a box with his tail tucked around his messy white hair.
Danny quickly made to grab for the phone, but Sam held it up high, far out of his short reach.
“Tucker has copies too, so don’t you dare,” she said with a laugh.
Danny grabbed at her shoulders, shaking her lightly. “Sam, please tell me you didn’t post that anywhere,” he said, practically begging.
Sam waved her hand dismissively. “Why post it when we can keep it all to ourselves?” she said.
“And when we can threaten to post it the next time you spill one of those ectoplasm shakes on–”
“That was one time!” Danny interrupted Tucker with a whine.
“I can see the meme caption now,” Tucker continued dramatically, ignoring Danny’s interjection, “‘The New Box Ghost’!”
Sam snorted with laughter while Danny continued to groan, making one last, futile grab for her phone.
#ectoberhaunt22#EH order#EH chaos#day 04#box#staff#danny phantom#dp fanfic#phanfic#danny phantom fanfic#fanfic#dogfics#dogposts#THIS TOO WOUND UP LONGER THAN INTENDED WHICH IS WHY IT'S LATE LOL#everlasting trio#if you squint
220 notes
·
View notes
Note
i literally cant remember if i asked you about saer'llith yet so im just gonna ask/again cuz why not!! wooohoo!! obligatory answer as many/little as you want hehe 🧡🧡
🧼 Soap - Does OC have good hygiene? What is their routine or methods?
💸 Money With Wings - Would OC commit tax evasion?
🎮 Video Game - What would OC's gamertag/username be?
✍🏽 Writing Hand - Your OC is given five seconds to edit/alter/adjust something about themselves (or their story). What do they try to change?
📈 Chart Increasing - What company/nobility/etc. would sponsor OC?
🎨 Artist Palette - If OC was a color (or palette), what color would they be? Would others assign them the same color?
👔 Necktie - Does OC dress Modestly? Skimpy? Classy? etc. Do they have a dynamic, loud, quiet, etc. style?
👑 Crown - What textures are part of OC's clothes? Fluffy? Spiky? Leathery? Puffy? Feathery? What about shiny, silky, lacy, etc.?
🐬 Dolphin - Would OC be a JJBA character?
🎭 Performing Arts - If others wanted to join a cult devoted to OC, what choices would OC (or you) have in the style, theme, design?
📖 Open Book - Share a moodboard you associate/made for OC!
🛒 Shopping Cart - OC suddenly has a lot of money. What is most likely the cause of this? What do they spend it on?
🎼 Musical Score - Share an OC playlist you associate/made for OC!
🎸 Guitar - Someone hands OC a guitar and tells them to play Wonderwall. What do they do?
👂🏽 Ear - What sounds does OC enjoy? If OC likes ASMR, which types of ASMR?
💋 Kiss Mark - Is OC promiscuous? Do they have a lot of lovers, partners, and/or friends with benefits?
😏 Smirking Face - How freaky is OC? What does OC do that they believe is freaky?
🎓 Graduation Cap - OC is giving a motivational speech. What do they say? Who are they saying it to?
🥰 Smiling Face With Hearts - What do you love about OC? What events, art, work do you love to put OC in?
👩🏽⚖️ Woman Judge - Why don't some people like OC? What did they do?
💀 Skull - Is OC cursed? Haunted? Possessed? Fated to tragedy?
🔮 Crystal Ball - OC has witnessed a dark omen. What is the omen, superstition, or message that is witnessed?
🪓 Axe - What tragic/dark events, art, work, do you love (or love to hate) to put OC in?
Nope, I haven't answered it yet mhwhahwhah. Here we go then :>
1. Does OC have good hygiene? What is their routine or methods?
-We're in Barovia, what's a hygiene lmao /j
-Everyone says that Saer'llith reminds them of a cat so he probably behaves like one in terms of cleaning himself.
-Loves a good bath, sinks into the water like his life depends on it.
-Would put a rubber duck there. Or Escher.
-Never had enough shower products in the Underdark so when in Baldur's Gate, he'd just buy the whole stock.
-Would also buy shimmering bath salt, not caring about the fact that he already shimmers in the dark because of his white freckles. A drama queen at his best.
2. Would OC commit tax evasion?
-We've already committed it by entering Vallaki tbh.
-Would do that again.
-Only to irritate Strahd (and Vasili).
-"Money? No, I don't have any :D"
3. What would OC's gamertag/username be?
-Would either go for something simple or the most dramatic one you can find in the whole Internet.
-Others would still call him nothing but Saira (rus for Saury fish).
-Would always have the "Don't bother" sign in Discord and other social media.
-No one would care and would write them 24/7.
-Is somehow good at playing RPGs, would easily beat Dark Souls series or Elden ring but never a simple UNO game.
-His own autocorrect hates his name so you get something like Safety'line Deer. (Our master's autocorrect called him Malolitrazhka which is like..a small car that doesn't need much fuel or smth)(We stan the autocorrect)(Has someone already called a drow a small car? I doubt)
4. Your OC is given five seconds to edit/alter/adjust something about themselves (or their story). What do they try to change?
-Oof, I bet someone from our campaign is going to read this and thus I won't answer straight away. It's something Strahd will propose to him hehe.
-But would also probably change his decision to enter Barovia. he hates it there lmao.
5. If OC was a color (or palette), what color would they be? Would others assign them the same color?
-Dusty violet, pale red, white and black are totally his colours.
-/insert Lex's joke about everyone being colourful bastards and him being just plain grey/
-Others in Barovia would just think that he's a dusk elf and not a drow and would call him "Oi, black elf!"...Despire him being slightly violet and having like 6 ears.
6. Does OC dress Modestly? Skimpy? Classy? etc. Do they have a dynamic, loud, quiet, etc. style? What textures are part of OC's clothes? Fluffy? Spiky? Leathery? Puffy? Feathery? What about shiny, silky, lacy, etc.?
-Eh, it's more of a quiet classy style. He prefers to wear a white puffy-sleeved shirt tucked into black leather corset. Sometimes a coat over the shoulders.
-But oh boy if he sees something shiny- Probably has little chains over his boots, chained earring, silver rings on his middle fingers and other trinkets that he collects for exactly zero reason and purpose.
-Has a white crescent tattoo on his chest under the clothes. No one knows probably hehe.
-Dinner!Saer'llith would have an awfully dramatic shirt with red beads stitched onto it to look like blood. Escher would probably be the one to offer him this.
7. Would OC be a JJBA character?
-I had to google what this is. Ah yes, Jojo.
-nO? I am bad at anime lmao, I have no idea about the plot whatsoever.
-But his stand would totally be Lychdrow Dyrr.
8. If others wanted to join a cult devoted to OC, what choices would OC (or you) have in the style, theme, design?
-First - he would hate it. >:D
-Second - little crescent piercing over the right brow would totally be a symbol. Or anything moon-related overall, even the earrings.
-No, he isn't a Selune enjoyer. In this house we stan Ilmater.
-NO SPIDERS.
9. Share a moodboard you associate/made for OC!
10. Share an OC playlist you associate/made for OC!
[ https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLqbNSCxPt0jzsz_Il_7apeWauF8AeJm8e&si=y3ep2ZyZRyKpUl3P ]
[ https://vk.com/music/playlist/439090691_18 ]
-The latter one may not be working if you don have a VK account so you just get the same one in youtube :(
11. Someone hands OC a guitar and tells them to play Wonderwall. What do they do?
-"What's a guitar? What's a Wonder-..what?? Do you make up new words as we go or something?.."
-Totally cannot play any musical instrument or sing..or dance. I doubt the Underdark had any of these, especially where he was imprisoned for like a hundred years.
-Escher would make him learn the organ or a lyre. He wouldn't be able to say no.
-We stan bard!Escher in this house.
12. What sounds does OC enjoy? If OC likes ASMR, which types of ASMR?
-They enjoy running water, wind in the forest, crackling of a fire. Genuinely every sound that he's never heard before while in the Underdark. Everything fascinates him but he doesn't like to show much of these emotions on his face.
-But not any voice ASMR, absolutely nope. Not even when someone whispers in his ears.
13. Is OC promiscuous? Do they have a lot of lovers, partners, and/or friends with benefits?
-He's demiromantic asexual that leans more into aromantic spectrum.
-He absolutely doesn't have any lovers or partners and it is difficult for him to form a relationship with anyone in general.
-Though ever since he escaped Menzoberranzan one of his true wishes was to find his "Home". And that word alone does not mean a single place. He was looking for a person, someone he can finally be safe with.
-And oh boy how painful it was for him to understand that his heart beats twice not only for some god forsaken human, but for a vampire who threatened them and the whole Vallaki at some point.
-He still has hard time understanding himself honestly.
-Bonus points!: [baldur's gate AU] where Escher actually died during the last battle with Strahd and the Emperor chose Escher's appearance to come into Saer'llith's dreams. The latter one hated it with all his heart but wished for nothing but to have another dream where he can see his Home.
14. What do you love about OC? What events, art, work do you love to put OC in?
-I honestly created him randomly at some point of time. I just desperately wanted to play as a drow (and let me say that I've never played dnd before the CoS campaign we're having now). So 30 minutes in Wikipedia, House Agrach Dyrr and you have a Lychheir Wild Magic Sorcerer.
-Love skribbling him on a piece of paper. Especially his 6 ears. No one can draw them properly lmao. Just imagine an axolotl and here you go. Why does he have 6? No one knows..apart from the Abbot apparently, do not ask.
-He technically has a predcessor OC from another fandom that I never got to roleplay as so they were left as a rough idea. Their name was Xie Hentian (a scorpio who hates the skies, this is a translation of his current name atp), a MDZS character, Jin Guangshan's blind concubine (not by their choice), later a merciful demon who seeks for a Home. You get the idea.
-But apart from this information you won't see Saer'llith in any other fandom other than DnD.
15. Why don't some people like OC? What did they do?
-The fact that they're a drow is enough for like half of the Faerun population honestly.
-That's why he hates this half of the population back.
-In the Underdark the other drow were afraid of him (and hated him altogether) solely because of his lych powers as a sorcerer.
-Yeah, you heard that right. His existence was enough for them to hate him.
-mrdr
16 Is OC cursed? Haunted? Possessed? Fated to tragedy?
-Again to the Lychdrow we go. If you google who that is, you'll probably know how powerful this guy was and that he's like...dead. The very day he died, a part of his soul merged with Saer'llith's, giving him his powers.
-After that he literally has to supress this dark part of his soul, otherwise it can escape and make him its puppet.
-If entering Barovia counts as a curse cuz we're playing Curse of Strahd then yes, he's cursed twice lmao
17. What tragic/dark events, art, work, do you love (or love to hate) to put OC in?
-Again, that one Baldur's gate AU is the thing that makes me a mess. Especially when we consider the fact that I also befriended Astarion and killed Cazador. Like. If Saer'llith had a nickel every time he got stuck with a vampire and kill their master, he would have two nickels. That isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
-He would also refuse to tell his companions about any of his time in Barovia.
-At some point he would make a fake grave near Daggerfort and write Escher's name on it. Once a year he would come there, sit silently for all night and go back to the camp in the morning. Astarion wanted to ask a few times but never had enough strength to do it.
-Also ever since his return from Barovia, he would never take his blindfold off. No, he doesn't need it at all, he's used to the sunlight already, but he wears it as a sign that he'll never open up to anyone anymore. Escher was his only Home.
#curse of strahd#dnd#d&d#cos#oc#escher belasco#escher#saer'llith dyrr#ask ga#oc ask game#ask game#answer
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m curious how many IWTV fans (book/film/show - doesn’t matter) have heard of or see Wir sind die Nacht (We Are the Night).
(trying to find a poster that had all four vamps is near impossible... quit ignoring Nora, marketing people!)
Because when I watched it, my first thought was “Oh it’s modern IWTV (and The Lost Boys, the more I think about it) but with German lesbians and bi women!”
And I reckon it’s a really cool film. Very aesthetically stylish but also brutal as hell. Seriously, Lena’s transformation is one of the most horrific things I’ve ever seen in a vampire story followed by one of the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen. It’s got an interesting take on immortality (notably Charlotte’s story - oof that was depressing), and of course a big dose of toxic love.
I also wonder if the writers of the AMC show watched this film because the episode five fight in the sky made me go “hang on... this sounds familiar” - yeah the character Louise in Wir sind die Nacht is basically a combo of Lestat and Armand (and Marius...) with Akasha’s intense radfem ideology (which is NOT a good ideology... it also makes her a giant hypocrite cos she’s the most controlling one in the group while proudly boasting that men are too controlling and possessive to be vampires)
Anyway, I highly recommend this film. It’s got a great cast, good story, epic soundtrack, and for the love of God do not watch it in the English dub because it’s pretty painful to listen to.
So yeah, I recommend checking it out if you haven’t already :) (just a heads up - it does feature attempted sexual assault and suicide)
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
Seasons Greetings 2021
My thoughts and commentary as I watch Seasons Greetings 2021! There is only the one making DVD in this package, just 93 minutes long. The other part of this was just the photobook and extra merch. Reminder that these are just my thoughts, it's not very organized. You get me typing it out as I go like I'm reacting to a friend. Somewhat like a bullet point format in a way. Here we go! This package was filmed in the beginning of September of 2020, they mention it at the end of the package. You can watch the full SG21 on YouTube here.
The DVD opens with Jimin for his first individual shoot all dressed up in his track suit, bag and scarf wrapped around his head looking all cute. Lol I swear only he can make that look cool I feel like. What an outfit. JK walking by for his shoot up next and seeing Jimin all dressed up and absolutely MELTING out of his tough guy persona he had on. Lmfao he completely melted at Jimin's cuteness and that chin tap and smile as he passed Jimin. And Jimins blush. God now IM melting. 🥰😍😍
JK looked like such a badass. I loved the yellow umbrella addition too! The way they all dressed in styles they picked out themselves is so cute. Jin looked like a whole baddie. I love glasses on him honestly. Hobi looking super hip! It suits him so well. I love that we got a jikook2seok unit shoot here too. I adore so much that the outfit Yoongi oicked for himself was total Hobi-core type of a look. And it SUITS HIM. Tae has never met a style he couldn't pull off and Namjoons HAIR is killing me. I love it. He looks so cool. The whole concept for the entirety of the Seasons Greetings was strangers to Seoul. I love it. The group shoot is so funny too. Jinkook immediately competing in billiards but in the silliest ways they can. "Jungkook and I used to play like this all the time." Photos of them playing pool, Jimin nailing his shoot in the game and immediately turning to get high fives from JK who is already there ready to give them! Jimin being the world's best person and being so kind when teaching Namjoon and Hobi how to play too. The vmin handshake and JK trying to join in on it too lmao. Jikook were very much so staying near each other through the whole billiards shoot for the most part. It was cute! Then all going for a group photoshoot at a bar too! JK pouring Jimins drinks so casually. Lol and they all look so good even in these intense outfits! Everyone dancing around to Dynamite, JK pulling Jimin into him by his TIE. Lol okay sir. 3J in the back pulling goofy thumbs up poses. And everyone gathering for a drink pretending to be strangers for real 🤣
They then introduced themselves and their profiles they created for the "strangers" they were all playing as they were new to Seoul. We have Illgok-dong Bounce Hobi, Soccer King Jimin, Busan Man JK, Dokgo Mint Chocolate RM, BTS-dong Grasshopper V, Tuna Flavored Cucumber Jin, Taejeon-dong Shooting Guard Suga. And they all explained their names and created the rest of their backgrounds and about me boards for their character. Lol my favorite being that Tae created a whole rivalry between his character and Jhope's 🤣 Jikook both putting "myself" as their characters role model. Lol and I legit need Jin to write a book. They then also of course fill out their 2020 board as themselves too!
And then we kick off some unit shoots in New outfits! Starting off with the iconic jikook shoot in their matching denim fits. Oof the moments from this shoot were sooooo good. It's all the giggles shared. It's the way JK was checking out Jimin from behind when they were posing. Lol (gif below) or how he kept peeking over at Jimin and copying his poses too (hyungs copycat). It's Jimin feeding JK his pizza aggressively lol. It's the way Jimin leaned in real close and JK stopped chewing and looked down at Jimins lips instead 👀 (2nd gif in the post). And the way they sat so close decorating those their shoes and kept sneaking glances at each other too. 😭 my heart. My loves. JK showing off his shoe to Jimin for praise. Jimin decorating his shoe with Young Forever on one side (a song that means a lot of him) and Jeon Jungkook with a silly emoji on the other side! And scolding JK lightly when he didn't stop drawing after that section of the shoot was over lol. They are so special. And the editors teasing them too. Lol "what's something that Jungkook, whose good at everything, finds difficult? Holding in his laughter while looking at Jimin." They just make each other so happy. Jimin talking about how its the end of Day 1 shooting for them now. How they started super early at 7am. JK interrupts saying no, at 3am. And Jimin just goes, no that was in your dreams. It was 7am. Lol he said they (him and JK) came first and are leaving last. JK said their concept was 2 friends who came from Busan together. Lmao flirty vibes for these friends in this shoot!
Namjin had the next unit with the concept two lonely men in the city. They look AMAZING. Jin asking Joon if he wants to have dinner together that night 🥺 Joonie bragging about getting his individual shoot done first and Jin just going "we have to leave at the same time anyway." Lmao and Joon flirting at the end! Lmao the way he said ARMY would like it (Jins outfit) and showed off more of Jins chest. Jin asking if Joon would hang out with him if he dressed like this everyday and RM just saying that he would pass out and that he would hang out, but wouldn't talk to him 👀🤣🤣🤣 Jin going "stop right there" lmfao dying. He is so funny sometimes with the out of pocket compliments like that. TaeGiSeok were the last unit and also did a lonely man concept together. They looked so good! I loved the talks about how they did feel lonely for real when they all first got to Seoul but they love it now. And Hobi complimenting Yoongi on his hair extensions!
Everyone getting ready for Day 2 shooting and we've got Yoongi on the guitar and Jimin cutely falling asleep in his chair 🥺🥺 Finishing up their solo shoots, Jinkook bickering and kicking each other on their way over to Suga for their unit shoot with him 😂 it's CONSTANT with them. The way Yoongi rubs JKs back 🥺🥺 and all 3 voting Suga as the best dressed! The 94z did a unit shoot! And idk if Hobi can get through a shoot with these guys without grabbing their chests! Lol "when did you get so bulked up?" He says while holding a handful of Joon chest. 🤣 they were so cute though. And after that they did an OT7 group shoot as well! The reminiscing over shooting the RUN MV here too! Lol and Yoongi so sweetly rubbing Tae's back. Those are his babies yall 😭 and lastly, we got the vmin unit shoot! The red and green outfits and matching curly blond hair was so cute. The editors calling them out on their mischief was cute too. Lol the way Tae wouldn't stop telling Jimin he likes him 🤣 "I like you" he says over and over while Jimin keeps knocking his hands away. Lol and the way Tae held Jimin when they talked at the end was so soft too. Cuties. The way everyone shared memories of when they ACTUALLY first came to Seoul was amazing. I loved hearing their stories!
They did another group shoot on bus 613 🥺 and were all so cute. Jimin pretending to fall asleep almost on Yoongis shoulder and leaning across the aisle to mess with Hobi. Tae legitimately falling asleep against the window breifly. Lol Tae trying to hold Jins hand and Jin going "nope" 🤣 and Tae accidentally breaking the bus hand rail thing! Oops, but the way Joon tattles on him, please 😭🤣
And they end the day all gathering together to talk with MC Jungkook! JK says 2021 is the year of the cow, which is why he got to be MC, which Jimin reminds us all that JK was born in the year of the cow. Lol they introduced their characters as well as their journals. Namjoons was super cute. Everyone giggled. Hobi found it right up his sense of humor. Jin joked about saying the needed to end their friendship since he hates mint chocolate and that's who Joon based his character on 😂
Jimin introducing his character. Who he said was from Seoul and JK going "oh? Busan??" when Jimin spoke with a slight Busan accent by accident. Lol Yoongi keeps teasing him too! The bickering duo. And Tae commenting on his small fingers. Lol no one letting Jimin breathe!
Yoongi making everyone laugh by saying his character was Korean American and only just started learning Korean as a language. Lol and asking Joon for help on some english words to throw in his introduction too. 🤣 I love him. And of course, Jimin has to tease him back and tells him to read his journal in English only 😂
JK with his Busan Man character. Lol Tae teasing that it sounds just like that Jungkook guy from BTS when he said his motto is what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine. And that he likes wearing black and drinking milk and that his personality is teenage angst. 🤣 lmao JK coming to Seoul from Busan with some teenage angst? Don't we all 🤣 and everyone started to tease him for speaking half informally through his character introduction. And Tae's comment on JKs character journal "I hope you grow out of your teenage angst." Lmfao!
Tae was so excited to share his. His characters personality is just "violent." Lol Tae sharing his dream is to take down his rival (Jhope) and Hobi being so confused about being in a rivalry he had no idea about 😂 and yet Bounce (Jhope) is also his role model. What a complicated relationship they must have 🤣
Jhope introduced his character Bounce with a bright but introverted personality. Tae interjecting more details into Hobis story to make theirs match better. Lol I love the overlap. His character was mostly just excited to dance and for the world cup!
And lastly Jin, whose character is a Cucumber. Lol with a whole backstory about how the Cucumber became Tuna Flavored. The editors saying his journal reads like a children's book, I AGREE EDITORS. Joons comment was "I don't like Cucumbers." Lol the savagery 😭🤣
JK brings them back around. Back to being BTS members as themselves for the next round! They did a relay journal entry for the future. Starting the journal was Jhope who picked the title "they are back together" and the year 2040, along with a starting point for the journal entry. The order for writing the journal went Hobi, Jimin, Suga, JK, Jin, Namjoon and ending with Tae. Lol the absolute chaos of this story and everyone's laughter and jokes as Tae reads out the whole thing. Amazing.
They moved onto their journals looking back on the year 2020 next. Jin rated his year at an 85 so far since he is happy with how he is living his life. Jhope rated 2020 at 77, since it feels like a lucky number. Tae telling us we would get his mixtape in 2021. Lol unfortunately we did not. He rated the year 80 for his good efforts and for getting billboard number 1. JK was dubbed the planning king of BTS for all his plans he wanted to do. Lol but also the quitting king of BTS. 😭🤣 The teasing never stops. He rated his year a 55 since he did half of what he originally planed, plus 5 points for billboard lol. Suga is the planning king of BTS as well, and he did all his plans except study English. He rated his year 72, with room to grow since the year wasn't over yet. Jimin shared his based off BTS plans in general. Taekook goofing off while Jimin was talking and got scolded 😅🤣 Jimin gave his year a rating of 85. RM said one of his plans was to workout. Cue all the immediate compliments from the members and yoonmin immediately feeling up his strong biceps and making Joon all flustered. Lol he gave his year a 78 in hopes to make it higher before the year ended too.
JK brings us back around by reading off what their goals were in the last seasons greetings for the year 2020. RMs was to be preform at Grammys or be nominated for music and work on lots of songs. Jins was to perform in lots of countries and go fishing with the members. Suga's was to perform at the Grammys and travel the world. Jhope's was to set aside exhausting thoughts and appreciating and enjoying every moment. Everyone asking if he was appreciating every moment and Tae goes "you appreciate me?" He is so cute. Lol Hobi going "yes, I appreciate all of you. All... 7 of you." While patting Tae and Jin so sweetly. And Tae just going, I didn't ask about everyone. I asked about me. 🤣🤣 lol Hobi going "of course I appreciate Taehyung" while laughing. Jimins was to keep their relationship with ARMY. Vs was that he wants to be a passionate person, work on lots of songs and gaming experience. He wants to play the violin and take many pictures and travel with the members. Everyone giggling at his many goals. Jimin praising him for working hard on his songs and lots of other things too. Hobi telling him he worked hard. JK saying that he did at least play the violin once and did a good job learning many things that year. 🥺🥺 they are so supportive. I swear. JKs goal was that since he can't stick to one thing for a long time, he wants to try many things out in 2020. Jimin immediately saying he did exactly that. Everyone chiming in with agreements and Tae returning the exact same head pat and compliment JK gave him. Lol they are so cute.
And we end it off for the day with their goals for 2021. In one word if possible. Lol starting with Jin. Whose goal is "tour, health." Jhope says concert. Tae says ARMY. JK says responsibility. Suga says tour. Jimin also says Tour. And RM says Grammys, more specifically, RM wants to be nominated and perform at the Grammys.
And the DVD ends with the last day of shooting on day 3 on the railroad tracks. And we get the cutest unit of miniminimoni 🥺 RM copying Jimins hat pose. The 3 of them playing with butterfly nets. Joon actually goes and catches a dragonfly with it and shows it off to the staff and Jimin all excited! And NamGi going off on a small tangent about Jin not knowing what the countryside looks like 😅 he isn't even there to defend himself from the teasing! Vhope doing the cutest unit with bikes as their props too. Looking so precious. JinKook starts their unit shoot off by hitting each other, of course 🤣 and playing with cows and puppies and spiders. And photobombing each other. Lol why are they like this? 🥰🤣 they were just so goofy. Even before the other members all joined for the group photos. Lol I love their energy.
The ending mentions were sweet. JK saying that bugs don't scare him anymore after ITS. Lol and Jimin going "they still scare me!" And JK just pointing at him like, "I got you" vibes. And then yoonmin complaining about their bug bites. BTS ended their DVD with happy new years wishes and a full bow. I love them all so much. I swear. Thanks for letting me share!
#jikook#kookmin#my thoughts over seasons greetings#my thoughts over seasons greetings 2021#jikook seasons greetings 2021#jikook photoshoots
80 notes
·
View notes
Note
I love your takes on OTH and agree with nearly all of them! You and an anon had interesting thoughts on Julian and why he seems perfect on paper but was so meh in reality, and I laughed out loud when you pointed out that the writers radically changed his personality at least once or twice a season. I have a mutual who watched most of season six, skipped season seven, and was stunned when she tuned into season eight and was like ‘wait, since when is Julian the adorkable comic relief—-who is this?!’ I think for me I got a weird social climbing vibe from him, which would be annoying but understandable if we’d met him in high school but is a quality I find really off putting in adults. He’s obsessed with the so-called popular group of a high school he didn’t even attend and even says something gross (brulian fans fins it cute but no) after the first time he and Brooke have sex about now getting why she had been popular . He just seems to really care about popularity/social status and the fact that he himself was uncool in high school a decade ago and making a good impression in Hollywood and all that. I actually like that Lucas took an instant dislike to him because so did I!
Thank you! Yeah, Julian was an odd character. He's not a bad guy or even particularly irritating. It's just that the writers were unable to decide which personality to give him. So to begin with, Julian is this slick, underhanded guy who shows up in Tree Hill to make Lucas's movie while also fucking with Peyton. But once Lucas discovers Peyton's past with Julian, that goes away pretty quickly. They stuck with confident, almost worldly Julian when he first started hooking up with Brooke. Season 7 was kind of a mixture of season 6 Julian while also giving him more nerdy moments. Season 8 Julian wasn't even the same character. He couldn't do a simple high five. He did matching Halloween costumes with his mom. There were jokes sprinkled in about manly man Nathan who likes things like sports and beer vs Julian who is effeminate and knows how to pick out beautiful flower arrangements where it's clear who the butt of the joke is supposed to be. In season 9, they tried and failed to make Julian a darker, edgier character by having him go through a self destructive phase after leaving his son in the hot car. There's no actual coherency to his personality or character development. He's almost completely defined by being Brooke's love interest and to some degree, an awkward replacement for Lucas who doesn't quite fit in. It's to the point that Mark Schwahn apparently wanted to rip off the Dawson's Creek finale so badly that they once again decided to "go meta" by having Julian create a tv series about Lucas's book after they'd already done the same story line with the aborted movie back in season 6. Naturally, Julian writes himself into the series, stealing away Lucas's winning shot at the state championship and being the one to make the sex tape with Brooke.
That's an interesting take that I can't entirely disagree with. It's so fucking weird that the Julian we met in season 6 would ever care about this random group of high schoolers from a small town. We're invested because we've been watching their story lines since the first season, but you'd think Julian would have grown beyond trying to fit in with the popular kids and had met and bonded with his own "people" back in LA. I realize Julian being a regular required him to eventually mingle with Brooke's friend group, but it could have been done in a much more casual way. Oof, yeah. Brooke had tried so hard to define herself by things unrelated to sex and looks back on her sexual history during her teenage years as something.. not quite shameful, but also not something she's proud of. It wasn't the right thing to say at that moment, and if Julian read Lucas's book he would have known there was much more depth to Brooke than that. While I don't personally dislike Julian, I do think he was kind of desperate to fit in and receive validation from the popular kids. Again, I struggle to understand why he wanted validation specifically from the OTH characters considering he was already working in Hollywood when we met him. Julian Baker was basically two different characters awkwardly smashed together. I like him well enough, but in all honesty he's carried by the fact that he isn't Lucas. Lucas is so flawed and indecisive for most of the series that even though he's a far more dynamic and consistently written character, his massive lows make it easy to forget his highs.
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
12, 14 & 19 for the ask game!
Hello I am struggling to get through the Iliad but I am trying! I just have -10 energy apparently
Asks are from this list!
12. Talk about a new friend you made this year.
I made a lot of friends online this year, which I never thought I'd be able to do, so that's very exciting for me! However I'm awkward and don't want to accidentally leave somewhat out of that list so I will talk about the irl friend that I made instead. We met through the fire juggling/poi/staff/whatever other circus-y prop you can think of club where I live, and we've been working on passing and pattern sharing together. She also got me into watching House, and she likes a lot of the same board games as me, and we're going to go skiing together this winter. She's just a super cool person, and I feel like it can take a while to build up connections with people sometimes, but as soon as we started talking it felt like we already knew each other.
To all the online friends I have met this year: I appreciate you so, so much, and I am sometimes (usually) bad at having normal conversations and/or expressing that appreciation, but I never thought I'd have gay people in my phone and now I do and it's a really great feeling <3 I wish you could all be gay people in my apartment, even though my apartment is small and terrible for hosting people <3
14. Favorite book you read this year?
Oof that is a difficult decision; I read some very good books this year! But I think I will go with When the Angels Left the Old Country because That One Dance Hall Scene left quite an impression on me and also Rose is such a good character and also the line "you are the friend of my soul" was so [incoherent screaming]
19. What are you excited about for next year?
In a couple weeks, my friend and I are going to Canada for a juggling festival! I have a lot of anxiety around passing and stealing with people outside of my undergrad juggling club, but I think there are five [redacted] jugglers alums who are going so even if I am too intimidated to work with other people I'll still have people to juggle with.
#claire!#thanks for sending these this was a nice combination of questions#asks#ask game#isabel.tex#talked about juggling more than i expected but we move as the kids say
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Shadows Tell Me (If He Really Cares) (3/4)
Summary: For someone whose job title is “spymaster of the Night Court”, Azriel Shadowsinger is surprisingly oblivious to Gwyneth Berdara’s heavy-handed flirtation this Winter Solstice season (or is he?). What will it take for these bumbling fools to get together before the night ends? A mish-mash of Gwynriel holiday fluff (set post-ACOSF).
A gift for @shadowsxgwynriel for @acotargiftexchange!!
Notes: I made a Youtube playlist to go with this fic! Keep reading for Gwynriel caroling fluff!
Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | AO3
🎶3 days before Solstice🎶
It was only late afternoon, but the red winter sun was already setting on the horizon. As Azriel briefed Rhys on the latest news in the River House, his mind wandered towards what Gwyn was doing. Probably transcribing manuscripts in the library. Azriel could picture Gwyn concentrating on an ancient book, brows furrowed and pen scribbling, her hair falling down to shield her face. Or maybe she is gossiping with Nesta over afternoon snacks at the House of Wind.
He was starving by the time he finished recounting his mission to the Dawn Court. Rhys had invited Azriel to stay for dinner, but Azriel declined. He needed time to recharge after a long day of work. Peace and quiet were essential to his mental sanity, and as much as he loved his nephew Nyx, babies were prone to crying at the most inopportune moments.
Azriel rounded the corner and slammed into Gwyn. Gods damn it, you sneaky bastards, he cursed at his shadows. You need to stop surprising me with the priestess. The River House was the last place Azriel expected to see her, too.
“Oof! Sorry about that, Az!” Gwyn furtively tucked a bound package into her satchel. “What are you doing here?” Azriel stared at the priestess for a good five seconds, taking in her warm blue eyes and the rosy curve of her lips, before registering the fact that her voice was high-pitched and breathless. That’s suspicious, he thought. That’s weird.
“I was giving Rhysand an update. What are you doing here?” Azriel tried to lean casually against the wall.
Gwyn blinked at his face, at a similar loss for words. “Nothing?”
“What’s that in your bag?” Azriel jutted out his chin at her brown satchel.
“Nothing.” Gwyn’s teal eyes darted sideways nervously.
Azriel raised a brow. “You’re acting very strange right now, Berdara. Hand it over.”
“No!” Gwyn turned away, walking down the hall quickly.
“Gwyneth. Hey! Gwyneth!” Azriel caught up to her with a light jog. “As spymaster of the Night Court, I demand to know what you have in your bag.”
“Why?”
Azriel blew a sigh of frustration. “Why? Because you don’t come to the River House on a regular basis? Because you could be sneaking court confidential information out?”
Gwyn’s jaw dropped. “You really think I would do that? That I’m selling you guys out?” Her voice was hurt.
“What? No! I mean, no, but you really did just answer my questions with vague ‘nothing’ so how could I not be suspicious?” Azriel protested.
“It’s a Solstice present,” Gwyn mumbled, clutching her satchel tighter to her chest.
“Who’s it for?”
“You.” Azriel crossed his arms sternly. Of course she would say that…social rules kept him from peeking at a Solstice gift meant for him. Gwyn also stopped and sighed. “You have to trust me, Az. Please? You think Rhysand and Feyre’s wards would just let me in? I’m not part of your family!”
Not part of the family? Azriel’s shadows swirled around him indignantly. What does she mean, not part of the family?!? Why isn’t she part of the family yet, hmm? Also, can’t you see our priestess is distressed, Azriel?
They’re right. Azriel paused. She’s right. His heart pounded painfully in his chest at Gwyn’s forlorn expression. He took a step back. “I-I’m sorry, Gwyn. I just got back from another court…I’m still in work mode and…and I was not thinking straight.”
Gwyn bit her lip and stared at her feet, contemplating. “You sure are apologizing a lot these days,” she said softly after a pause.
“Only when it comes to you, it seems.” As they silently regarded each other, Gwyn’s stomach suddenly growled loudly in the hallway. She placed a hand on her abdomen sheepishly.
“You know what? I accept food as an apology,” Gwyn announced. “Care to take me out to dinner before we go back home?”
Take me out to dinner. Go back home. Our home? Azriel wondered if he heard the priestess correctly. A shadow seemed to kick him in the leg. “Oh! Yes, I was just thinking of…of picking something up to eat before flying home,” Azriel stammered out. “Let’s go. I’m starving, too.”
“Great!” Gwyn smiled cheerfully, the worried creases of her brow melting away. She bounced her way down the hall, clearly excited at the prospect of food.
“What do you want to eat, Gwyn?” Azriel asked. Take me out to dinner. Go back home. Her nonchalant words echoed in his mind.
“I’m good with anything. It’s up to you, Az!” Gwyn chirped, throwing the ball back into Azriel’s court. “I don’t know Velaris as well as you do, and I trust your pick.” A blast of cold air greeted them as they strode out the front door.
Azriel had shared plenty of meals alone with Gwyn up at the House of Wind. But this was going to be different. They were going out to a real restaurant. Which they had never done before. It would be like a date. Well…is Gwyn trying to make it a date, or did she just want me to buy her food? Am I trying to make it a date by thinking of it as a date? What if she doesn’t like the place I pick? Wait, what place SHOULD I pick?
“Eeeek!” Gwyn’s squeal snapped Azriel’s frazzled mind back to reality. The Valkyrie’s feet had slipped on the cobblestone, and she was windmilling her arms wildly for balance.
“Cauldron, Gwyn!” Azriel’s hands, strong and secure, shot out to grab her around the waist. He steadied her, watching the panic fade from her teal blue eyes as she regained solid footing. “Be careful with the ice!”
“Oh. So that was what you meant when you said that snow on the ground turns to ice.” Gwyn gave him a sheepish grin. “See? You definitely catch me most of the time.”
Azriel only sighed and offered his arm again, but Gwyn grabbed his bare hand instead. “You don’t mind this, do you?” she asked quickly, her eyes apprehensive.
“Not at all,” Azriel managed to croak out, though every nerve in his scarred hand felt like they were exploding with fireworks. In his 500 years of existence, this was the first time he strolled the streets of Velaris holding someone’s hand. The sensation was simultaneously thrilling, yet comforting. And when Gwyn squeezed his hand, Azriel felt like Velaris had truly become home.
He had no idea where to go for dinner, but his shadows certainly did. They motioned for him and Gwyn to follow them through the winding streets, into a cute cafe tucked in a small square. It must be a new establishment, Azriel mused, for he had never eaten there before. He gulped audibly after realizing how fancy it was on the inside.
I’m trusting you all to make the right decision, he said sternly to the shadows.
Don’t worry, Azriel. She will love it, they reassured him. We picked the perfect place for you to win our priestess over! Azriel stifled the urge to growl at the meddling wisps that tittered over their heads.
🎶After dinner🎶
Gwyn had read about dinner dates in her romance novels, but she certainly wasn’t prepared to have one with Azriel on this fine evening. Her question had been asked in jest, but it seemed he took her request to eat dinner very seriously. This isn’t an OFFICIAL dinner date, Gwyn tried to tell herself as she gripped Azriel’s hand. Azriel will probably grab a quick bite from a market stall because he’s a busy male. Don’t expect too much.
But then the shadows led them to a fairly nice establishment. With tablecloths and candles. It looked positively romantic, and she was not dressed—nor prepared—for such an occasion.
Gwyn’s empty stomach did flip-flops when Azriel asked the waitress for a table for two. It twisted into knots when he pulled a chair out for her to sit. It churned uneasily when she took in the overwhelming number of options on the menu.
But her worries dissipated by the time food came out. Gwyn and Azriel ravenously dug into savory flatbreads, hearty soups, and grilled meats. Despite the more formal setting, their conversation was lighthearted and natural: Azriel regaling her with stories of the Dawn Court, Gwyn sharing the latest library drama with Merrill.
Gwyn had tipped her head back with bright laughter at several of Azriel’s sarcastic jokes. And the shadowsinger gave her his undivided attention, his hazel eyes warm like pools of honey in the candlelight. The shadows were calm, too, for they lounged on the tops of Azriel’s wings
When it came time to pay, Gwyn was ready to fight Azriel to foot her half of the bill. “You don’t need to pay me back, Berdara,” he said calmly, handing the waitress a pile of coins. Gwyn frowned. She was the one who proposed going out to eat, but the spymaster ended up paying. Surely he knew that males paying for dinner meant the dinner was classified as a date.
“I’m scared to consider what kind of favor you’re calling in for that,” Gwyn grumbled as they walked out the door. “A hundred push-ups? Polishing your entire dagger collection? Handing over my chocolate stash?”
Azriel chuckled. “As enticing as those sound, Berdara, I’m not going to ask for those. Your pleasant company is enough for me.”
“You flatter me, Az,” Gwyn replied dryly.
“Did you like the restaurant, though?” he asked worriedly.
“Of course! I loved it. It was the nicest place I’ve been to,” she assured him. “I haven’t had food that tasty in ages.”
“Good. The shadows have good taste, then. Anyways…that was a lot of food. I think I need to take a walk,” Azriel said, stretching his wings out and shaking them. “Care to join me before we go home?” Gwyn’s heart pounded at how his phrasing paralleled her earlier ask. There’s no way it could have been a coincidence, she thought as Azriel’s hazel eyes twinkled with amusement. He’s doing it deliberately…teasing me…and sending me a message?
The ease at which their hands slipped together made Gwyn feel as if they’d held hands a million times already. Gwyn had watched the shining city from the mountains nearly every night, longing to partake in the lively activities. And now, she was truly here, in a city come to life in the dark. If Velaris was delightful during the day, it was far more charming at night. As Gwyn and Azriel wandered through the Velaris Rainbow, Gwyn couldn’t help but wonder if this was how first dates were supposed to feel.
He took me out to eat. We’re holding hands. We’re exploring the city. This checks all the boxes for a date, but…it’s not, Gwyn mused.
I feel giddy, but I also feel comfortable. I feel safe. I feel…Gwyn blinked, realizing that she no longer saw Sangravah as her home. I feel like I’m home when I’m with Azriel.
At the jingle of bells, the pair cocked their heads. “I think those are carolers,” Azriel observed.
Indeed, a small group of carolers were singing traditional Solstice songs in the next square over. Bells, violins, lutes, guitars, and drums also provided the supporting melody. Though the city square’s acoustics were not as perfect as the underwater cave for the priestesses, the beautiful music was still clear and the carolers’ mighty voices vibrated powerfully through the winter chill.
Having done plenty of singing with the priestesses, Gwyn was content to listen. But then one of the lead carolers beckoned to the crowd gathered in the square. “Audience members, please join us in the songs! The more the merrier!”
As the Fae around them swelled in song, Gwyn tempered the volume of her voice, allowing the carolers and audience members to take center stage. Halfway through the carol, though, she noticed that Azriel had remained resolutely quiet. “Excuse me, but I have yet to hear you sing! Come on, Az!” Gwyn elbowed him playfully. The shadowsinger’s face was stiff and apprehensive, but Gwyn’s buoyant vocals and encouraging smiles eventually coaxed Azriel to open his mouth.
They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing? Gwyn had asked him that last Solstice. Now, nearly a year later, she finally heard the shadowsinger’s song. And it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard.
Music always had a special place in Gwyn’s heart, but it was Azriel’s voice that plucked at the strings of her very soul. It was like her heart recognized his song and his energy as the missing piece to her world.
Gwyn had heard Azriel speak the ancient language when they worked on some of her translations together, but hearing him sing those foreign words was a wholly new experience. Her mezzo-soprano tone was soft and husky, full of light and smooth as honey. Azriel’s low voice amplified, matching her’s in strength and intensity. Their melodies wove together, sweet and strong and full of electrifying energy.
Azriel’s shadows even pirouetted and fluttered between their wisps of breath, merrily dancing to the festive carol. When the carol came to a close with dramatic flourish, Azriel glanced down at Gwyn, whose face was red-cheeked from the cold. She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows. “What?” he asked, amused.
“I cannot believe you’ve been hiding the voice of an angel from me!” Gwyn pouted.
Azriel gave her a crooked smile. “Some secrets are mine to keep,” he said mysteriously.
“Hmph. Not anymore, shadowsinger,” Gwyn said with smug satisfaction. “I will learn all your little secrets.”
“Uh huh. That’s very believable,” he quipped wryly, a strange look crossing his face. The carolers and audience launched into the next song, prompting the pair to rejoin them. When the caroling was over, Gwyn and Azriel continued to make their way to the House of Wind. As they walked, Azriel continued to hum the carols under his breath, his handsome face peaceful and content.
The city’s holiday spirit was so different from the measured formality of the priestess celebrations. Gwyn peeked through golden-lit windows as they walked by. Families were gathered around the dinner table, artists put up last-minute decorative touches, and couples slow-danced in living rooms. It was so merry, so full of life. I wonder if I will ever have a cozy home like that, one day. If Azriel and I…if we will ever have a life together like normal people.
Having the spymaster walk slowly beside her, with her hand snugly warm in his…that dream seemed closer to reality than ever. The night was almost perfect. Almost.
“You’ve been very quiet, priestess,” Azriel observed.
“I was just thinking…that there are so many beautiful things in the world,” Gwyn said carefully, parsing through her thoughts. They’d reached the base of the mountain, which meant Azriel would fly her up any minute now. She turned around, gazing at the streets before her that were vibrant with life. “Reading and dreaming of faraway lands has been nice…but the real world has been happening right under my nose all along. And being out in Velaris tonight…it feels like my hopes and dreams are finally coming true.”
Read: Chapter 4
#gwynriel#gwyn berdara#azriel shadowsinger#gwyn x azriel#gwynriel fanfic#gwynriel fluff#acotar solstice#acotar gift exchange#acotar secret santa#acotar secret santa 2022
25 notes
·
View notes
Note
Besties and Lyrics for Octavia please, if you'd like! ~ @whowhatifs
Thank you for the ask!!
Besties: What’s their friendship with Rowan like? What are some things only he knows about them?
I think Octavia’s friendship with Rowan has actually changed a lot over the years. In the earlier days (pre Seven breakup lol) I think it was…shallower? For lack of a better term. Still very close and tight knit but very typical annoying sibling type dynamic. They very much saw Rowan as more of “Seven’s best guy friend”, as in Rowan felt slightly more like Seven’s friend than theirs sometimes. (Also this is just Octavia’s perception of their friendship I headcanon that Octavia is actually quite close with all of the band they just kind of underestimate how much people care about them to be honest.)
Now, after the breakup I think they got a lot closer. That’s when it kind of clicked for her how much Rowan (and everyone) valued their friendship. I would say Octavia got especially close to Rowan just because of how close they both were to Seven. And complains to Iris and Devyn felt like raining on their parade somehow?? They ended up having lots of serious talks about things they never had before and just really mourned that loss of friendship together. And not going to lie the idea of Octavia x Rowan as a full on romance given enough time would not be out of the question; BUT that being said I don’t think Octavia would ever be able to honestly say whether or not Rowan was a….second choice. If Octavia ever had to directly confront the fallout of that between them, Seven, and Rowan,,,,the guilt oof.
There is actually quite a few things that the band + Orion specifically know that Seven doesn’t know both because Octavia hadn’t told Seven yet when they were speaking and didn’t get to because they weren’t. But specifically Rowan? Rowan knows exactly what happened the night Octavia left their parents home for good (it was not good). And he knows more of the ins and outs of Octavia’s relationship with their last partner, Dean, who they dated on and off for about 8 months in the second year post Seven split. This was also very not good, without getting too into detail both involved “varying degrees” of domestic violence both physical and emotional.
Outside of like that lmao Rowan is actually the only other person outside of Seven allowed to look at their song book. He is the only person at all that’s seen their very, very messy lyrics about Seven post break up and some particularly sad ones about their mental health and their Aunt Lydia (who she was very close to and passed when they were a teen) Octavia is not really built to be alone, so after Seven it felt very natural that that void be filled on a friendship level. Obviously, nobody is replaceable but at the same time life goes on and people need people. Especially Octavia. They have a need for outside input and someone to bounce their thoughts off of and share their feelings to.
Lyrics: What are some songs you associate with your character? Any specific lyrics that really scream your character?
Since this is already so long lemme link their spotify playlist fksjdjd all of these songs are VERY Octavia and I headcanon them as canon songs for her and the band. But top five incase you don’t wanna listen to this mammoth of a playlist i keep adding to is:
1. Lonesome and Mad by Under the Rug
“I feel like I wanna go home but I am home.” On sooooo many levels.
2. Gilded Lily by Cults “Always the fool with the slowest heart”
3. Cigarettes and Feelings by The Haunt “i always fall for the things that will hurt me” Homegirl wouldn’t know a red flag if it announced itself and red is their favorite color anyway so baby what it do lmaoooo
4. Vices by Mothica honestly just the whole song tbh djsjd
5. Panic Attack by Liza Anne “I never learned to pull myself Out of my own damn head Shoulders caved in to protect All of my insides from falling out”
#god i fucking hope this readmore works#answered#ask#oc: octavia blackwater#infamous if#infamous as meme#thANK YOU SM!!#anon#i cant even remember what the forth was lol
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s goddamn Sunday. Thank you @artsyunderstudy and @whogaveyoupermission for the tag and hi @facewithoutheart I saw your post as well!
It’s the first Sunday of the month. Woah. Time flies. I got my two months notice from the place I work at. Everything happens so fast.
You know what isn’t happening, though? Writing. And reading, actually. I seem to be in a reading slump as well and I see the “timer” on my library site ticking down so oof I gotta read those ten books. To compare: I finished the five Heroes of Olympus books in 3 days, the five Trials of Apollo books in 5 days, and right now I’ve already spent two weeks on the 3 Magnus Chase books and I am only at the beginning of the third one. I like them as much as the others, but I just don’t feel like reading. This is also why I haven’t posted a Fic Rec Friday in 2 weeks, although I did catch up with For this Day, For this Moment, a Torchwood fic I’m following.
Writing wise, I have so many Thoughts but again when I am writing these days (and reading, for that matter) it’s all for my thesis. But I do have one more gift from the fic line game left, namely the one for @cerriddwenluna. Have six sentences of that:
Santana covertly nods towards Eyebrows.
“Talk to him.”
Kurt hesitates. Eyebrows looks like he doesn’t want to be bothered. Kurt tells Santana that, but she rolls her eyes.
“He’s gone to a public diner and you’re his waiter,” she points out.
Tagging @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @nausikaaa/@wellbelesbian @martsonmars @shrekgogurt @boyinjeans
18 notes
·
View notes
Note
It might be too early to ask this, given the fic isn't finished being published yet, but I'd love to pick your brain about how it was for you to write such a long fic.
I also wrote one that grew a life of its own around the halfway mark lol. What have you learned from writing it? Anything that was super difficult at first but got easier over time? What advise would you give to Past You when they wrote the first sentence? Anything you'd do differently?
lol i apologize i opened the floodgates and all of these words fell out!
THIS IS A GREAT ASK, SO THANK YOU.
in order:
i learned SO MUCH during this process (seriously, i am eagerly waiting for star wars trivia night to come back to our local bar, because i'm pretty sure that i'd win this year). odd bits of star wars lore! a whole bunch about food! what the inside of my eyeballs look like 8 or 9 hours into an intensive revision session!
but from a technical standpoint, i think what i learned that will help me the most going forward in writing projects is the benefit of outlining a project and referencing the outline as i go through the project.
this probably won't come as a surprise, but projects often mutate and grow on me in the middle -- or the beginning -- or the second middle -- or the very end when i should be done but definitely have to pursue another errant thought -- and if i don't have the major plot points already charted out, i can pretty easily lose the thread of the plot and therefore the motivation to keep going.
with ast, the initial outline has been a godsend, even though the plot has grown and shifted as the fic has gone on. the major points i wanted to hit were already written down, so it was a lot easier to maintain focus on this project than on some others.
boba's voice was actually super fucking difficult for me to get and present consistently, especially early on in the fic when din is trying to get a read on him! i had a really hard time deciding how i wanted boba to sound and talk and think and act -- at the point of most of my worldbuilding and outlining, there really wasn't a ton of boba in canon and legends/the eu can be a mess and also wildly inconsistent, so i didn't have much to go on. i think i probably have five or six drafts of the first couple of chapters from boba's pov in the depths of my ast folder, trying to build a consistent tone.
(also, not pursuing every scrap of detail that was interesting to me was very difficult, and is part of the reason why ast includes probably 50-75k alone in, like, descriptions of food or tusken culture or random asides about din's childhood with paz and annika.)
honestly, i would tell Past Me to unclench and try not to worry so much about making it perfect. a lot of delays in the revision process have come from Obsessively Reworking Things in order to make up for pouring so much of my internal mess (didn't know i had that much religious trauma, to be honest!) into the fic, and i probably didn't need to stress myself out that much.
oof okay. this is really tough. part of me says "yes, absolutely," because i feel like i really did go haring off down some avenues that i probably shouldn't have, for the sake of condensing the plot. i could and maybe should have pared down some of the tusken and ahra stuff to focus more tightly on the mandalore stuff.
the other part of me says "no, absolutely not," because i have had an enormous amount of fun working on this project!! i have learned so much and really ignited my passion for learning things again -- i have actually read nonfiction books that aren't about fish this year, which is huge for me -- and i've rekindled some of my affection for writing (which is good, considering... how much writing has gone into this thing) and also my love for star wars, which is HUGE. i was a very small fry in the star wars fandom circa 2008-2010, around the time that the clone wars was coming out and the fandom was... being itself... and i was really excited to come back in 2015, but around that time i felt like there wasn't much room in the fandom for me between the ship wars and the everything else, so i stayed out.
it has been really, really nice to come back, lol, and to settle into a niche that so far has been pretty chill, so. no, i think, i'm good with the way things shook out for ast! not much i'd change at this point, except maybe somehow making ao3 count one word for every two?
28 notes
·
View notes
Note
1 and 3 for the book ask game!
link to the ask game!
How many books did you read this year?
According to my goodreads, 62! I'm def thinking I can probably sqeeze one or two more out while I'm on vacation ^_^
3. What were your top five books this year?
OOF hitting me with the hard one huh XD
Okay, this is a top five but NOT in order because I struggle with ranking things I loved/enjoyed.
Light of the Jedi - I DEVOURED this in like, two nights because it was just. that. good. I love me the Jedi, I love me some people helping each other and trying their best, and this was GOLD.
Yellowface - This also sucked me in and I just inhaled it in like a single day. The narration is so good and so delusional and I was entertained the entire time.
All Systems Red - I LOVE MURDERBOT!!! This one is really more of a novella so if you read anything on this list pleeeeaaase read this you'll love it I promise. They're just like me fr. I'm actually a big ebook hoarder where I'll buy a bunch of ebooks on sale and then never get to them, so I had to tell myself 'no buying the next Murderbot book until you've read three ebooks in your backlog.'
Mexican Gothic - one such backlog book lol I'm getting to this like two years later than everyone else who loved it but they were right all along, it really is that good.
Mort - I'm already a big Discworld fan but I haven't ever dedicated myself to reading through the whole thing so I got a couple 'first in series' of the different Discworld inner-series to see which one I wanted to start with and this was just as funny and lovely as expected of Pratchett.
Thank you for the ask ^_^
1 note
·
View note
Text
Tag 9 people you want to get to know better
I was tagged by @brokenphoenix99 and @indira-korr! Thank you both!
First ship: Uhhh, Aragorn/Legolas, mayyybe? Or Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon? Actually, I may have lowkey shipped Asterix/Obelix before that, haha.
Three ships: The ones I think about the most at moment would be poly!Bad Batch and Daniel/Teal'c. Garazeb/Kallus was a big part of last year for me.
Last song: Untitled as of now, but I was working on it earlier today. It's a ballad inspired by my feelings of sadness regarding Daniel Jackson's (perfectly reasonable and well-executed) character development, because I'm a small whiny child that doesn't like change and wants him to remain a clumsy little dork forever. But in general, it's about wanting good people to remain good and not give in to bitterness.
Last movie: Good question. I almost exclusively watch shows these days. Hm. I did watch Woman in Motion a while ago, which is a documentary about Nichelle Nichols and her work with NASA. It was very touching, and I would recommend it to anyone who likes Star Trek and documentaries.
Currently reading: An actual book, for a change. Namely, Kalevala. I just finished the part where Ilmarinen tries to pawn off his awful metal sex doll on his poor bro Väinö.
Currently consuming: Masala chai, as is my custom.
Currently craving: Something with which to fix my dry mouth problem so my vocal recordings won't be ruined by mouth clicks anymore.
Tagging: Oof, I always feel so awkward about tagging people. Uhh, @odekiisu, @valkeakuulas, @abelunwilling, @sandhowl, @eelfuneral, @trudemaethien, @oriki-miitad.
Please ignore if you've already been tagged five hundred times or if you just don't feel like doing the thing, haha!
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
Just a newbie reaching out. Are there any moments in transformers that made you really emotional?
SPOILER WARNING FOR SHATTERED GLASS AND MTMTE/LL!!! And the readmore command for mobile doesn’t work so I can’t make a cutoff 😭
3 2 1 Percy
.
.
A little thing about me is that I don’t actually cry or get emotional at everything when it comes to stories (the only things that have really gotten me have all been a few Pixar movies and one video game called RiME that really messed me up), and I can acknowledge an emotional moment but I won’t necessarily get emotional beyond an “oof that’s rough”. For some reason while I’m easy to be super emotional in some places, in others such as TF, it’s more difficult?? It’s a mystery to me right now 😂
That being said, there haven’t been many moments where I got emotional, but there have been some. Particularly three, from IDW:
Rewind’s death in MTMTE #15 was something I’d unfortunately already been spoiled before reading for the first time, and when I finally read it I wasn’t emotional. However, on my second readthrough, it finally tugged at my heartstrings enough for me to feel a twinge in my gut long after I’d put the book down. It was less about feeling bad for Rewind, and more about feeling bad for Chromedome; after so many boyfriends, he was finally on good terms with one! And before he could say he was sorry for what he did with the needles, it was too late… that was a mega ouch.
The other was Rung’s death and the subsequent aftermath in LL #25, which I found both sad and later on angering! The twist he was Primus and made the Matrix was fun, especially with the hints and all, but him giving up his life to make five of them was both heartbreaking and also stupid. Worse yet, after saving the day, everyone in the main cast ended up forgetting who he was, subsequently eliminating all of his relationships and impact on the characters! I’ve only read LL once but that part was hard to read. I felt so bad for Rung already, sacrificing himself to save everyone, but everyone in turn forgetting him was a gut punch that I really felt. The more I look back on it, the more upset than sad I am. That’s not character assassination, that’s character development assassination :(
Starscream’s fate in Shattered Glass also got to me on the first readthrough, and I’d say it was the most emotional out of all three! The whole first series was basically subtle skystar fanfiction and yeah, yeah that ending got me. Jetfire losing a friend due to his own self interest, realizing his mistakes, but getting Starscream killed before he could fully apologize for leaving him was very heavy. I remember reading it, gaping at the pages, then going “wait what?? He’s dead?? What the heck? No god are you serious??” And yeah while I’ve accepted the CDRW tragedy, the skystar one somehow gets sadder the more I read it over. A lot of it is probably to do with Jetfire’s internal dialogue throughout issue 5 which certainly doesn’t help lol 😭
Other than those two, I can’t think of any particular moments where I got emotional. I acknowledged that many parts were sad (such as Bee in TFP’s finale but I kinda knew what would happen), but not to the level where I felt anything physically. I’ve had some close calls though, which range in level of emotion:
Skids at the end of MTMTE
Pipes’s and Trailcutter’s deaths
A lot of what happened in LSOTW
The end of LL
The TFP season 2 finale, which also slapped hard
The Dinoforce members protecting their leader from Star Saber in Victory
Giga and Mega’s arc and subsequent death in Masterforce
23 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
