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𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 “𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛”…
Word count: 723 Warning: Angst, Mentions of death Arlecchino x Y/N
Y/N: Isn't the moon beautiful...?
[A soft, weak voice leaves their cold lips as they address the question to the one they thought would reciprocate their feelings. Their arms slowly wrap around her body in a warm and gentle embrace, holding them close before their demise.]
Y/N: The moon shines bright, even when the darkest of voids encapsulates its entire being...
Arlecchino: ...
Y/N: That's why I love the thought of calling you my "Moon" one day...
[After their unexpected confession, Arlecchino feels their tender hold begin to loosen, reminding her of the inevitable. Their body slowly turns limp as they lean their whole weight further into her body, desperately trying to feel her warmth against their weak frame.]
Y/N: It's getting rather chilly... Don't you think?
Arlecchino: I-...
Y/N: It's okay... You don't have to answer that... I understand...
[Their hands slowly move up to cup her cheeks, using every fiber of their being to show how much they adore her. Arlecchino's eyes gaze down upon the pathetic sight, seeing how pale and weak they are under her cold, apathetic gaze. Despite it all, she blatantly stares at Y/N's soft lips, watching them curl into a reassuring smile, hoping to calm whatever turmoil is in her mind.]
Y/N: I know you have to cut ties with me... I know you have to reach your goals no matter the obstacles that stand before you... But I want one thing from you before I leave your side...
[Arlecchino watches the light in their eyes slowly diminish with every word they speak. In spite of it, she gave them a firm nod, wanting to accomplish one last request before they leave her.]
Y/N: Please... Stay with me... Stay with me until my time ends...
[Regardless of their untimely demise, their smile still shines through as they lean their head on her shoulder.]
Y/N: You are so warm... I want to stay here for the rest of my life...
[As time passes, their grip around her completely loosens as their hands drop to their side, finally ending their time altogether. Now only thing left here is a pale corpse leaning against a cold and emotionless woman.]
Arlecchino: ...
[Soon after their death, her arms unexpectedly begin to wrap around Y/N's body, lowering herself down to her knees with them cradled close to her heart, feeling the need to keep them close despite the things she has done.]
Arlecchino: Why... Why does this hurt so much...
[It takes some time for her to process everything that has happened, and once it dawns on her that the one she had cared for is deceased in her arms, her tears begin to trickle down her cheek, another emotion she had never thought she could display out front.]
Arlecchino: This was never meant to happen... If you would have listened to me you wouldn't have been-...
[She doesn't want to finish her own statement once she gazes down upon the peaceful expression that rests on your face. It was heartbreaking to see them in this state, and the realization that they have thought she never reciprocated their feelings back shatters her heart into a million pieces.]
Arlecchino: Y/N... My sweet Y/N... How I would have loved to call you my shining "Star"...
[Her hands begin to slide up to their cheeks, feeling the need to have them face her, even if it hurts to see them so... lifeless.]
Arlecchino: My... My shining "Star"... Oh why did I have to kill you...
[Those words of regret slowly fill her mind, and this all could have been avoided if YOU hadn’t come out of your hiding place. But who can she blame for all this? They were afraid, it is normal to be… And not only they were afraid for their own lives, but they were afraid for Hers too…]
Arlecchino: Why… Why must it hurt so much… Why?!
[The tears in her eyes begin to trickle down upon Y/N’s cold but soft face, letting every droplet caress their features with a gentle brush of regretful longing. Soon, she begins to caress their cheek with a tender thumb, slowly grazing along their soft features, as every stroke she makes becomes a reminder of who she ultimately killed.]
Arlecchino: My… only… star…
(a/n: Speaking of stars, our galaxy has countless of them! The only reason we can’t see it is because of the light pollution most city has… So go out and find a place where there’s not a single light source that can be seen and enjoy your night! This is Vin, signing out. ;) )
#genshin impact#genshin impact x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x y/n#genshin x y/n#arlecchino#arleccino genshin#arlecchino x reader#arlecchino x y/n#x reader#x y/n#angst#delulu
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The Morning After
Because we all need a little AM fluff sometimes lmao xx
A sharp sun ray hits his eyes, forcing him to squint before opening them again. He smiles. Everything hurts. Travis closes his eyes once more, exhaustion taking over his body and mind. There's a sharp contrast in the air: the cold breeze of the bedroom AC in this Vegas hotel, compared to the warm sun ray filtering through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears a drawer opening and closing, a little spoon rustling. He realizes in that moment that he's alone in bed. The worst way to wake up today.
A strong and exhausted arm moves across the bed, almost as if reaching for the ghost of her. He sighs, having lost all sense of time and place. He won the Super Bowl. He did it. He did it all because of her.
Travis sighs again, feels himself get emotional again. Emotional, and.. drunk. He's forcing himself to pull the expensive blanket from his torso. Fully naked from the night before, he leaves the bedroom of the presidential suite. His entire body aches, yet the view before him makes him smile for the first time this morning. At the end of the room, he sees a tall blonde, wearing nothing but his shirt, fumbling with the coffee machine. She steps on her tiptoes for a second, reaching for one of the coffee pads from the shelf above the little coffee station. She's still not wearing any underwear, clearly having thrown his shirt over her body when she got up. He smiles and keeps on walking barefoot towards her, not hesitating for a moment before wrapping his big, strong arms around her.
She startles for a second, her cold hands and the little familiar giggle he loves so much in his ear. Travis sniffs into her neck, pressing his face as close as possible. Inaudible kisses reach her skin and a few strands of hair from her neck in between. This is where he always wants to be. Nuzzled into her skin.
"Oh my god, I literally didn’t hear you get up," she murmurs, both her hands now on his that are right on her stomach. She sounds tired and exhausted, just like he is. After a moment, Travis lets go of her neck, helping her turn around in his arms. The view makes him smile even more. Her eyes are puffy, puffier than she probably likes them to be in front of him, and her hair from last night is all over the place. But he adores seeing her like this. He adores climbing onto this next stage of their relationship together. She’s probably as hungover as he is. No question. This isn't the best version of herself. And he loves that he gets to experience it. He loves that he gets to love it, with every fiber of his being. Just the way she deserves.
"Good morning, sweetie." he murmurs, and she smiles tiredly, placing both her hands on his cheeks before giving him a proper good morning kiss on the lips. He pulls back and laughs quietly, his forehead meeting hers.
"Are you okay?" he asks gently, feeling clearly that she's exhausted, more than usual. This is a next-stage tired Taylor he hasn’t encountered yet. Her eyes small, her face is pale and her hands cold. She seems off to him, seems a little more quiet than she usually is.
"Yeah, great…" She mumbles with a hint of sarcasm in her voice that makes him smile. "Woke up with a sore throat and my head exploding. I think the jet lag and alcohol just got the best of me."
Travis nods, his lips immediately finding her forehead again. He kisses her right over her bangs, both his arms rubbing her bare arms, almost as if this could make her hangover go away.
"Last week was a lot, baby."
She nods, her hands now on his chest while he holds her securely in his arms. She doesn’t even notice that he's naked. It's all about being close to him.
"Advil?"
"Yeah, I just feel like I need to eat first. How are you feeling?" She asks, looking up at her tall boyfriend. His eyes are tiny and he's a lot paler than usual. But she's not really surprised. He really went hard last night.
"I’m okay. I feel great. Might still be a bit drunk actually, but…"
She laughs. He nuzzles his face into her neck again, almost embarrassed.
"I'm sorry if it was a lot last night. I mean… from my side."
"What do you mean?"
"I was… drunk. In another sphere."
Taylor looks at him and laughs, her hands now gently caressing his face.
"I know. Me too. Trav, you are on top of the world right now. You were allowed to have fun last night,"
Travis looks into her eyes and nods slowly. Sometimes he looks at her and can’t believe she's here, can't believe she's his, through and through.
"Hey, I love you."
She smiles slowly, her fingers on his cheek. The unspeakable things he makes her feel. Things she thought she could never feel again.
"I love you, babe."
He kisses her again. She sighs into the kiss this time. The little counter with the coffee machine still against her lower back. But she doesn’t care. His kisses just make her forget that what she needed so badly a few moments ago was coffee.
Just as they pull back, Taylor takes a good look at him, then giggles again.
"What?"
"I love you, but that beard has to go."
He grins.
"Okay, deal. But first, how about I get you some breakfast and a proper coffee, hmm? And some Advil."
She nods, cuddling herself into his arms again. She loves his smell, and she loves feeling so loved up by his big arms. It's been a while since home was a person. It's been a while since she's felt so safe and seen in someone’s presence.
"Please. I need a large coffee. A large, iced latte with almond milk and vanilla syrup. Please. And a breakfast burrito," she mumbles into his chest, making him laugh a little louder. His voice is still rusty from last night, and he knows why. There's been a lot of singing, screaming, and smoking involved.
"Okay, my love. Coming through. Go lay down for a bit now," he says gently and kisses her cheek a few times. She smiles, nods, then steals another kiss. He closes his eyes, pressing her a little closer. He doesn’t want this kiss to end. He doesn’t want to let go of her either. Her smell, her lips, her little hands on his cheeks. He loves this woman more than anything he's ever loved. It's scary, it's beautiful. It's life.
Taylor slowly lets go of him, smiling at him one last time before stepping back into bed. He looks after her, about to search for his phone in the hotel suite, when she turns around again.
"Hey, Trav."
"Mhm?"
"I’m so proud of you. Did I tell you that today already?"
Travis smiles slowly, a gentleness in his eyes he’s not used to himself.
"You did."
"Good," she answers, grabbing the sheets on the bed and letting herself fall into the soft mattress.
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Hi sweety May I've popular fem reader x Matsuno brothers . Like some scenarios of their dating with fem reader.
yup yup!!
i’m so pissed, i had something ready and it didn’t fucking save i’m gonna-
anyway. this isn’t my proudest work due to me not knowing what its like to be popular but, uhh hope this is still to your liking!
tag(s): fem reader, popular!reader, fashionable reader,
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osomatsu:
SHIIIIITTT SIGN HIM UP. your look, your outfits, your willingness to be his girlfriend-
no but seriously, osomatsu LOVES you so so much
i think he definitely overthinks about it though :(
like, he loves you and he wants you to be happy and all that stuff, but there’s still this thought of “why is she dating…me? of all people?” that lingers and clouds his mind. the days where he’s like that, you go out of your way to rid him of those feelings because you love him with all of your heart, popular or not. and your reassurance definitely helps him out! which he will always be grateful for.
otherwise, he shows you OFF. at every opportunity, he will always be like “yeah. look at her, that’s MY girlfriend”, “see that gorgeous girl over there? yeah. that’s my GIRLFRIEND”, etc.
sometimes you have to shut him up because, WE GET IT OSOMATSU but you love it (don’t lie)
ohhh but when he took you to meet his family….
left, right, center, he was RUBBING IT IN HIS BROTHERS FACES.
he had his arm wrapped around you and when he thought you weren’t looking, he made mocking faces at his brothers because LOOK AT WHAT HE SCORED GUYS!
karamatsu:
i think he’d be slightly intimidated. ‘course he’ll do his usual ‘sweet romancing’ karamatsu thing to woo you, but other than that, he’d be all nervous. i mean not as nervous as choromatsu, but…nervous.
when you two get together though, those nerves definitely subside and go away! he loves you with every fiber of his being! he definitely tries to make a good impression around your many friends and of course, they all approve! at first it was questionable but his antics and romantic gestures showed them that he means well!
one thing i think he ADORES though, are your outfits.
he tries to match your style but sometimes it doesn’t work in his favor lol
choromatsu:
nervous and slightly envious. but mostly nervous.
you know that one episode in s3 where he talks about people being ‘sparkly’? k, take that and apply it to here.
your ‘sparkle’ is something he wishes he could achieve but the difference with that is the fact that he’s actually AWARE that he wouldn’t 1. be you and 2. be WITH you.
but then you asked him out and told him you liked him.
great, now he’s just nervous, look what you did!
anyway, besides the silliness and nerves and all that, choromatsu ADORES you. every fiber of his being and everything he does is dedicated to you. he’s out of a job and basically lounges around all day, so that boy has his entire life revolved around you.
i mean sure, your outfits and the amount of friends you have aren’t something he’s used to being around or seeing, but he loves all of that for you! he’s your number one fan, after all!
ichimatsu:
ichi was terrified of you when you guys first met. he literally steered away from you and tried avoiding you at all costs.
the way you just…shined. it kinda freaked him out…
but i guess it was admirable in some kind of way for him because that’s something he just wishes he could be.
when you guys DO get together by SOME miracle, he’s still a tad bit scared but not as much as he was before!
his logic was literally: ‘if she loves me at my worst, then that means i have no reason to be scared of her! omg big brain’ (like common sense ichi, cmon now)
anyway, dating ichimatsu was easy but there are times where it’s a little hard.
see, take osomatsu’s insecurities and double it. and make it happen often.
ichimatsu KNOWS his place in the world and hates the way he is.
but, the light in his life (you), makes him forget about all of that nonsense and he will be eternally grateful for having you around. you’re like.. his balance. you know?
ichi loves you <3
jyushimatsu:
excited to be around you. then again, jyushimatsu’s excited to be around ANYONE.
he likes when you smile at your friends and have a good time, and your friends LOVE jyushi! they love how silly he is and how lively he can make things when you guys are out.
jyushi’s happy that you’re happy and popular or not, your happiness comes first!!
todomatsu:
a LEECH.
no i’m kidding.
but seriously, he soaks it UP when people notice that you now have a boyfriend (him) and they start talking to him.
like, HE FINALLY HAS FRIENDS-
speaking of friends, todomatsu filters out your friends list. what does that mean you may ask? well, first of all, he’s a neet. meaning he has time on his hands.
so initially, what he’ll do is sit comfortably somewhere, get some tea or some coffee, and go through your friends’ list to see if they’re fake or not and literally block and report them.
and you LET HIM.
you have full trust in totty so you guys know each other’s passwords and stuff, but…you just let him.
when you found out though, you questioned why and he literally went “i want what’s best for you” and gave you a sweet kiss. so there’s that.
also at first, he tried SO HARD to get your friends’ approval and such but you reassured him to just be himself and it paid off!
sometimes, he’ll feel bad because he feels like he’s just taking advantage of your popularity so he makes sure you feel extra loved when you guys have your days where it’s just you two at home and you don’t feel like going out.
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and that’s that my friend! sorry it took so long to get this out but i hope it was worth the wait!
peace and love,
jarvis ❤️
#osomatsu san#mr osomatsu x reader#osomatsu san headcanons#osomatsu san imagine#osomatsu x reader#karamatsu x reader#choromatsu x reader#ichimatsu x reader#jyushimatsu x reader#todomatsu x reader#jarvis.fics
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I've been thinking of two of my biggest fandom loves, Legend of Zelda and The Locked Tomb.
I've seen so many takes that paint Hylia as evil, cruel, an oppressor who rejects the personhood of her chosen champion and steals away Zelda's chance at a life like a parasite creeping in to fill the shell of the girl who was always meant to be a vessel.
I've seen plenty of takes exactly counter to that, which insist that Hylia is kind, that Hylia is a person too and doing her best to love and be loved and save the world and the people she cares so much about and preserve their personhood.
I've also seen a few (though to my taste, not enough) takes on Hylia's ambitions, desires, and reasoning simply being alien to that of Hylians due to her goddesshood. On a human scale, she is amoral, because she operates on the scale of wars and worlds.
But one thing I haven't seen is: what if it's multiple of those? What if she loves her champion and princess so deeply she hurts them in the cruelest of ways? What if she is imperfect? What if she is abusive but not evil and a victim but not good? What if she's all of the above, and is simply so powerful that the way her actions translate to the tiny lives of people are tidal waves that are tiny in her wide ocean but devastation to the tiny island chains scattered throughout?
What if her actions are necessary and inexcusable? What if she destroys Link and Zelda every time she is trying to save them, her hands too big for the tiny fragile pieces of their heart? What if she is the most flexible narrative force, meant to represent courage, wisdom, power, and love?
What if The Legend of Zelda is just as much a story about the horrors of love as The Locked Tomb is? What if the horrors and wonders are just two sides of the same coin that is love? What if Hylia is kind and cruel and all the messy human things and an unfathomable deity? What if she is more than one thing? What if she is many things?
I dunno. Maybe it's just my adoration for the many different, often contradictory lenses through which the fandom views her. Maybe it's the way each iteration of LoZ paints her in a different light. In Skyward Sword, practically a main character, driving the narrative and being herself swept up in it. In Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, nearly absent beyond her fingerprints left on the hearts of Link and Zelda and her faint voice granting her hero back his strength. In still other games, fainter but still present like a slowly beating heart beneath the skin of Hyrule and realms beyond.
I love every interpretation of her. I love takes that pull from classical mythology to make her flawed and as petty and cruel as humans can be. I love takes that pull from the idea of a perfectly good deity that is a paragon of virtue. I love takes that stem from religious trauma that find her more cruel than Demise and more culpable for the destruction of their war.
I love takes in which she destroys Link and Zelda. I love takes in which she saves them. I love takes in which she and Zelda are one and the same, in ways that either maintain their separate personhood or synthesize it into an entirely new being (plurality, hello!). I love takes in which she and her champions control the strings of fate, and ones where they are helplessly entangled and imprisoned by them. I love takes in which she devours and takes in which she is subsumed.
Why should it only ever be one or the other? Why can't it be both? What's mutual exclusivity to an omnipotent goddess? Alternatively, how could she not be many things when she is a deity too helpless to save anyone herself?
Idk. Just, the horrors of love and how they don't erase or negate the wonders of it. How the two build on one another to make each greater. How pain and pleasure are just two kinds of ecstasy, and it's all just stimulation of nerve fibers. How Legend of Zelda is, above all, a mythos being retold throughout the ages in different worlds, and how therefore, it necessitates it's characters being many things.
Y'know?
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Hiya Erika! For the ask game; may I ask for 4, 8, and 19 please 🥰?
Hee hee! Thanks for dropping in Lyra! It's always a pleasure to have you on my blog!
You may ask those questions! And answers you shall receive!
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4) with dialogue i'm proud of
Okay okay okay! I'm really proud of this particular snippet and its dialogue because it's primarily dialogue. Yes there are sentences to indicate action but I feel like the tenderness and adoration that Josele and Nacht share is really felt without outright telling the reader how they talk to each other (as in I don't use dialogue tags).
I especially like how the last few lines of dialogue, it's left vague as to who speaks what line. But it really works either way. And that's the intention and I kajshdglahsriuth!
“How many stars do you think there are?”
Josele pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned into Nacht more.
“Don’t know. But none of them are as pretty as you.”
Nacht rested his cheek on the crown of Josele’s head. He began to rub her arm, up and down.
“Heh heh! Where’d you get that line from?”
“Nowhere. Or maybe you. You’ve always been like the stars to me. But better.”
“That’s… You’re surprisingly romantic.”
“I don’t try. But if it makes you happy.”
“It does.”
Their voices, growing quieter with each response, were carried into the night sky.
“Are you getting tired?”
“A little… I think it’s because you’re so warm.”
“We’re wrapped in your cloak…”
“Your handiwork. So it really is all thanks to you…”
Nacht’s touch moved down Josele’s arm and came to rest on her hand.
“Stay with me?”
“Until the sunrise?”
“No… Just stay with me…”
“Of course…”
Nacht and Josele are just so... They're so soft here. Their relationship is a struggle but it's moments like this that make it worthwhile.
8) that hurt my own feelings to write
Someone requested Greyche hurt/comfort a while back and well, at first it hurt to write.
Grey went out into the hall. And again, she called out for Gauche.
“Gauche? Gauche, please answer me!”
Tears began stinging in Grey’s eyes.
A still body…
She started to tremble and even wrapping her arms around herself didn’t help.
A heavy and limp body…
Her heart sank with a familiar fear.
Skin that only grew colder with each passing moment…
What if that dream wasn’t a dream? But a memory that she was pushing down and trying to deny?
Because surely Gauche, her reckless but resilient Gauche, would be with her if he was alive.
Grey collapsed. She felt unfathomably heavy and yet dizzyingly hollow at the same time. It felt as though every fiber of her being was being pricked by needles. The sound that came out of Grey’s throat was pain incarnate. Strained. Desperate. Wretched.
Grey couldn’t stand it. All she wanted was him at that moment. But he wasn’t there.
Why wasn’t Gauche there for her?
I avoided writing out a full on panic attack (since I don't have first hand experience and I never read up on the topic) but finding a way to depict Grey replaying her nightmare and the effect of fear on her physical state had me misty-eyed.
I'm sorry Grey! I'm sorry I had to make you sad for a bit!
19) from that project that was SUPPOSED to be short but then i kept writing and now it is very long
Okay this isn't entirely my fault that this one thing became 12000+ words. It was a collab between me and @thoughtfullyrainynightmare. So I'll say she has (takes moment to create bs calculation) 14% of the blame?
The gentleness of her light, the politeness she offered to him, it invited him to stay rather than scare him off. She seemed like a light that Dusk's shadow could linger around.
Cyraleona lifted her gaze and when she looked at the boy, she caught him once again staring at her with wide eyes just before he hurriedly looked away. She found it endearing, in the sense that she'd done the same before and understood.
"P-perhaps you'd like to take your mind off of... those things," she said, glancing away as well. "And maybe find somewhere else to talk. Outside a restroom is..."
"Unrefined? Or just weird?" A weak laugh, but a laugh all the same, passed his lips.
"I was going to say smelly," Cyraleona joked in reply. She pointed down the hall. "There's a library not too far from here. Would you like to go there?"
"Mm, s-sure."
The two of them walked in silence towards the library. This time, instead of Cyraleona stepping ahead as the guide, the girl and boy were side-by-side, though there was a decent gap between their shoulders.
A few times, Cyraleona took a look at the boy. His tears had dried and his expression relaxed, mostly, as a slight tension in his brow remained. His presence had become like his mana, cool and quiet. A far cry from his earlier state. She felt odd, not quite relaxed with the boy but his presence was not a pressure like it was with other nobles she's met.
He's okay.
Dusk observed her back. At the way she kept her hands close instead of letting them swing at her sides. He couldn't make sense of how someone who was light could struggle with others; then again, he didn't really know the girl. But what he did know was that when she glanced at him, it did make his heart flutter but it didn't make it tight with fear.
She's okay.
The first meeting between Dusk and Cyra... The introverted sweethearts. The reason this collab ended up so long was because there was so much introspection for the two. They just kept thinking and acting with hesitation. But maybe that's the beauty of it too. Despite being bad at socializing, the two of them ended up spending a considerable amount of time together.
#questions from the ask box#ask game#soda asides#lyra of the future#also side note but digging through and reading my old writing...#i miss being able to write more consistently#i hope my writing drought comes to an end
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Writing Year Wrapped
As someone who struggles to name things in my own writing that I enjoy (thanks, childhood of being repeatedly told that anything but self-derision was arrogance), I thought it might be nice to have an excuse in case anyone else needs a reason to talk about things they're proud of.
So for the year end, let's get this going!
3 Favorite Fics You've Written This Year
Atanatárissë || My 2023 TRSB fic written to accompany @anerea-lantiria's absolutely incredible art. It was an unexpected delight to get to push into the Atani mythology and this one will always be really close to my heart.
A Heady Fragrance of Honey || Finrod's moment of Balan-epiphany and my chance to delve into a bit of his background in Valinor.
And Still the Light Returns || One of the things that has always made me flinch about the Finrod/Bëor dynamic is how Bëor pretty much abandons his kids. Getting to wrangle with that (and make Balan wrangle with that too) was good for my heart. Also have I mentioned that I adore Belen? I adore Belen.
3 Fics That Stretched You the Most
In These Holy Waters || I hated this one with an absolute passion when I posted it. It was like pulling teeth trying to get words on the page. I've now come to terms with it and find I have a fond spot for it after all.
A Harmony Refracted || Honestly either of the anon smuts would count here, but this one is the better of the two so it's the one I'll list. Never thought I'd write smut, but it was weirdly freeing to try it after a very shame-centric upbringing.
Many a Dreadful Path || Writing Beren has been one of the hardest things in the entire Atandil series so far. I just cannot find that guy's voice for the life of me. This continues to be a struggle as the series continues, but I wrangled a lot with him on this one and was fairly pleased with where it landed.
3 Favorite Lines You've Written
As always, I'm going to stretch the definition bit on what "a line" is because I need these to make sense.
"He could see all the way to the shore, the crags where he had perched only a few minutes before shining crisp and vivid through the water. And there to his right—Nóm dazzling in the midst of it. A cloud of gold, his hair floating about him; his body suspended as though caught in glass with the shimmering light cascading along its facets."
—In These Holy Waters, Atandil 14
"So it was to be reborn, Finrod mused as he moved ever nearer his brother, the essence of your fëa lingering and binding you to your place in the world, to the memory of your vessel, but you knew the unmaking yet within every fiber. Each sinew held too the memory of that. You walked through the world, more permeable than before, light and pain both spilling more easily from its cracks."
—Little Lords of the Brine
"Yet my reticence faltered once and in that brief moment she rose beside me—a balm and not a sharp thing of shearing edges. And she has remained there ever since, steady through the tempests, my first love gone before me as I go now before those who remain, a loss abated not deeper delved. Do not flee memory for fear of heightening pain, for it is the physic that soothes the long ache and that which binds the wound together. Remind Nóm of it as well, for he will forget it."
—Atanatárissë, Chapter 5
3 Characters You Enjoyed Writing (that surprised you)
Belen || My dearest lil guy, my baby hedgehog, my adorable nerd. He has a single reference in the intro notes of the Athrabeth and has turned into one of my absolute favorite characters in the entire series.
Estreth || She showed up as an accident and ended up a damn delight.
Hiril || She was in a list of people I thought it would make sense to explore in my TRSB fic and she surprised me by ending up one of the easiest voices to find, when I expected her to be one of the more difficult.
3 Unexpected Inspirations
A joke about whether Nargothrond just had some random Lembas Lady resulted in one of my new favorite characters in Atandil: Meril, besain of Nargothrond who was born in Cuiviénen and is one of Finrod's chief counselors.
The Father Duck story from And Still the Light Returns is based on a story from my childhood. We lived on a lake and a duck got caught in the ice in the middle of our bay. My mom and our neighbor dragged a canoe down and chopped their way through the ice to get the duck. It lived in our neighbor's bathtub for a bit until the local vet was open and could help get it to a wildlife center to recover and be set loose.
My 4 year old blowing a penny whistle as hard as he could for an unbelievably long time gave us Belen and his carved flute in A Shuddering in the Air.
3 WIPs You're Excited About in the Upcoming Year
Darkly the Sundering Flood || Mostly listing this because I'm *hoping* that putting it on here jinxes me and makes it a fic from this year still. It's Atandil 15. It's a beast. It has been murdering me for 2 months.
The Reckoning of Souls || Still Atandil. The gang is in Tol-in-gaurhoth. Everybody's having a terrible time. We discuss souls and Orcs and making people complicit in their own breaking.
A Broken Reflection (working title) || The boys finally get together.
3 People Tagged to Share Theirs
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I adore your protagonist ocs with every fiber of my being and I can't get enough of them. May we see what they look like in-game?
thank you so much<33!! unfortunately, i have no idea how to mod, so my graphics are NOT super good for Morrowind n' Oblibion JHGHJK
This is Juno!! i gave her a proper design AFTER i created her. which is unfortunate, im not totally willing to buy a token to change appearance though. cuz im broke LMFAOOO
Heres Nerevar! Her vibe is not entirely accurate to what i draw but she gets the job done!! originally, an ex-friend asked me to go with a redguard for an optimum build- dont regret it bc this lil girlie has been the source of my brainrot for a year or two now
THIS is valiel. who started out as a joke design until i actually started to draw him properly and got overly attached to his design being pale
HERES Kynwyn. classic skyrim making her look kinda old KJHBJN ft serana peekin in
#the elder scrolls#nerevarine#tes#Oc: Nerevarine (Nameless)#Oc: Kynwyn the Dragon#Oc: Valiel Hlaalu-Septim#Oc: Juno Amabilia#thanks for the ask<333#lettin me talk about my characters
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More diamonds!
Behold, the small diamonds in another screenshot redraw
Lore and original reference below!
Please read it I liked writing this.
Pink Diamond (Steven Universe)
The excited one.
Everyone knows pink Diamond, the diamond who fell in love with her colony and tried to free it, and her pearl, who followed her out of love. Together they faked her shattering, and ran to protect Earth and the humans who lived on it.
Everyone knows the classic girlie, my beloved pink diamond. Pink is very princess themed, rose being a graceful elegant princess, and Pink, her jester like counterpart.
Blue Diamond (Sage Universe)
The more emotional one.
She discovered Earth and fell in love with its beautiful oceans and silly humans. She sobbed for the other diamonds to free earth, but they simply thought it was another tantrum, and dismissed her time and time again. So she faked her shattering with the help of her Pearl, a soft spoken gem who would do anything to make her diamond happy.
This cutie was so fun to do. Her theming is based off the medieval era, with a slightly more peasant dnd look to her design. I’ve struggled with this design for years, but she finally looks the way I want her to. I let her keep Blue pearl, I just can’t bear to separate the diamonds from their pearls. Blue Pearl is still very soft spoken and sweet, but she can still get angry in the way only blue gems do best, balancing the cute and the scary 💙 She still adores art, and will pursue that later in the “series”
Yellow Diamond (Stephan Universe)
The cautious one.
At first, Yellow didn’t see the appeal of her colony. But after observing the humans, and the strength they showed, she fell in love with the toughness of Earth. She demanded to free her colony, but her fellow diamonds didn’t listen, used to her spoiled behavior. So, with the help of her mischievous pearl, she faked her shattering, fighting for Earth with every fiber of her being. Her pearl was happy for the adventure, and the attention that came with it.
Yellows theming has always felt very war general to me, so I felt the need to keep that warrior, soldier type theming with how she looks. This particular look is, spoiled royal interested in fighting, if that makes sense. Yellow pearl is still in love with herself, but I gave her a bit more mischief. She’s a fan of drama and being sneaky. Of course she still adores modeling, how could I take that from her, come on.
White diamond (Scorpio Universe)
The curious one.
White was fascinated with Earth from day one. She’d never seen a planet so lush, with such thriving species of so many creatures. The way everything fell perfectly into place, and yet was so chaotic and strange, made White want to protect it. She tried to advocate for Earth, but her diamonds ignored her, building her a zoo to satiate her drive to have some of these creatures. But it wasn’t the same, it was too orderly, the organic chaos was gone. So, she faked her own shattering with the help of her pearl, fleeing to earth to study and protect its inhabitants.
Oh man, this one felt so easy and yet I feel like I have to explain myself here. All my White designs are themed after the 1950s, idk why, it just, feels right. So of course, baby White here is themed after the 1950s idea of what the future would be like, think, the Jetsons, or those pin up drawings of the space girls. Her pearl is entirely original, so I’m still working on her. I think she’s very sweet and interested in the scientific aspect just like White, though.
#steven universe momswap#steven universe#steven universe diamonds#sage universe#Stephan Universe#Scorpio universe#steven universe au#digital art#nonbinary artist#digital artist#artists on tumblr#art#nonbinary#procreate#artblr#art tumblr#fanart#queue art#white diamond#blue Diamond#yellow diamond#pink diamond#pearl#blue pearl#yellow pearl#white pearl
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Perfect
Summary: Tim admires his boyfriend
Warnings: none
"My name is Bernard Fitzmartin, I'm the director of Special Projects here at S.T.A.R. Labs."
Tim loved listening to Bernard in his element, reminiscing on the day they met when Bernard had said the exact same sentence and Tim had almost been too smitten to hear it. He was just so confident, so sure of himself. It sent butterflies erupting in his stomach every time he was near. Tim watched and listened as Bernard gave the class of schoolchildren a tour of the lobby, sipping coffee from the kiosk near the entrance.
"Mr. Martin, does Superman visit here?" A small child in a Superman t-shirt asked with her hand up in the air.
Bernard smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he answered. "Sometimes, yes. Here at S.T.A.R. Labs, we've developed a handful of gadgets that have helped him save Metropolis and the rest of the world right down that hallway." He said, gesturing to his right. "We can't go down there today but I assure you everything we can show you will be just as interesting."
The children broke out in excited chatter and another raised his hand. "Do you know The Flash?"
"Unfortunately, I haven't gotten the chance to meet him yet. Shall we continue on?" Bernard asked brightly, leading the children and teachers down a hall to his left.
Tim watched as Bernard gestured and explained, his voice carrying down the hall. God, he was perfect and Tim was sure he'd never been more in love.
The sun was setting by the time the tour was over and the lobby had cleared out of workers and guests alike. Bernard returned to his office, tired but pleased and trying to come up with a decent plan of attack for how he was going to finish what he needed to do and still get home at a decent hour.
Tim turned in Bernard's office chair when the door opened and shot the older man a bright grin.
"Tim? I thought you'd already left." Bernard said, looking as pleased to see him as Tim was.
Tim stood and came around the desk, producing a bag of takeout, "thought I'd surprise you with some dinner, if you're up for it, that is."
Bernard's eyes lit up and he took the bag gratefully. "I'd love to, thank you." He said, placing a gentle kiss on Tim's cheek.
Tim felt a warmth spread throughout his body and he grabbed Bernard's hand, leading him out of his office and down to the terrace outside. The sky was lit up with stars and there was a light breeze that made the entire atmosphere idyllic.
"How do you always know exactly what I need?" Bernard asked with an adoring look. Tim felt himself blush and he leaned in for a chaste kiss.
"I dunno, I guess I just…know you. Somehow, even though we've only been together for a couple of months. I feel like we were always meant to be like this, you know?"
"Yeah, I do," Bernard said softly. He leaned in for another kiss and Tim felt his heart skip a beat. He was so in love with Bernard, he could feel it in every fiber of his being. They just felt right. Perfect.
#I'm not obsessed you're obsessed#timbern#timber#bernard fitzmartin#tim drake#dc titans#s.t.a.r. labs#STAR labs#hbo titans#titans season 4#titans s4#titans#vexic writes
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What do you think Keith's dynamic would be with the other survivors if he were in the Savanna group?
I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME-
Keith and Ellis are obviously best friends, and they can never shut the hell up when they're together. They're constantly talking, laughing, singing, just straight up having the best time ever. The others absolutely get double the amount of usual headaches, but at the very least they're glad to see Ellis is so happy to be talking to his buddy again. Plus, there's a lot more light in the group now that Keith and Ellis are bright balls of sunshine together. It's hard not to be optimistic about your chances when two of your teammates are constantly shouting WOOOOOO LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO
(Also everyone can definitely tell that Ellis and Keith are crushing on each other, and it melts everyone's hearts to see two idiots tiptoe around their feelings for each other like the stupidest ballerinas ever) ((#Kellis for life))
Keith and Rochelle would be absolutely adorable together. Ro treats Ellis as if he were a little brother and Keith is no different. Though, she'd probably treat Keith more like a muddy stray dog she found out in the rain one night. Rochelle thinks Keith is stupid and funny and she loves how he gives Nick noogies. Keith immediately takes a liking to Rochelle and wants to impress her with his stupid stunts. He's about to do a backflip off a cliff and he's like "RO!!! HEY RO ARE YOU WATCHING?? RO! WATCH!!! WATCH ME THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!"
Keith and Coach would be interesting, I think. I mean the obvious choice for a dynamic would be Coach going Dad Mode and being a sort of father figure to Keith, and honestly? I do like the idea, but I also feel like Keith and Coach would be BEST FRIENDS❗❗ Like, they both like rock music and sports and tasty food, they're both Big Boys™ with Big Hearts™ and I bet they'd have tons more in common. I can see them tossing a ball around in the yard before going inside to scarf down the biggest hamburgers anyone's ever seen. Then they stay up late laughing loud as fuck over jokes only southerners would get, and they accidentally keep the entire saferoom awake.
Keith and Nick would have the most fun dynamic in my opinion- Nick has already grown a tolerance for stupid countryfolk after spending so much time with Ellis, but he immediately recognizes that Keith is way more of a bastard than Ellis is. He audibly goes "ugghh" whenever Keith enters the room. The rest of the group has already made it very clear that they won't tolerate Nick's bitchiness if it's genuinely mean-spirited (lighthearted teasing is ok) so Nick isn't allowed to bully Keith as much as he'd like to. Keith, on the other hand, absolutely LOVES bullying Nick. He'll ruffle Nick's hair and wipe his dirty hands on Nick's sleeve just because it's funny. Despite their differences, Keith will openly admit he enjoys spending time with Nick because he's a total badass (and it's funny to tease him, Keith doesn't mean any harm by it anyways). Nick will try and convince everyone that he hates Keith with every fiber of his being, and everyone's like "sure Nick", because they know he was lying when he said he hated Ellis, and he's definitely lying again.
#thanks for the ask!!!!!#I think about them. constantly#also i promise i'm getting through all my asks lol!! I read and enjoy every single one of them#i just really wanna draw responses for a few of them and art takes time lmao#love u guys so muuuuuuuch#kebby asks#l4d2#left 4 dead 2#l4d#left 4 dead#keith l4d2#l4d2 keith#nick l4d2#coach l4d2#rochelle l4d2#ellis l4d2
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The Twilight Saga is one of those books that I'll forget I own till like years later when I stumble upon it, go-
"Oh hey-! It's the trashy romance novels of my early preteen/teenage years that I read several times over and adored with every fiber of my being!!"
Read a few pages or chapters of it, put it down with the rest of my books. And then completely forget about it and unknowingly restart the cycle all over again.
..........anyways so I've been reading the Twilight Saga again and let me tell ya. Rereading it as an adult is such a wild experience. Like what 12, 13 year old me thought of as romantic is now the complete opposite for 26, near 27 year old me. Like I'm at the part where Bella and Edward have to team up for their science project. And the entire time Bella's a bit confused and put off by Edward and his attitude. Cuz like the last time she'd seen him, he'd reacted as if she was an abomination of God himself, like she was just this stinky, stinky gal. And had tried to switch his classes around so he wouldn't have to be in the same class as her much less the same room and then he fucked right off for a whole ass week with no word to anyone. And now here he is like-
"Bestie, it's been awhile how you been? How's the home life and your emotional and mental state???"
And I'm just like fucking what??? Cuz he was so mean to her and has basically been a menace to Bella and Bella for some strange reason begins to basically trauma dump onto this boy?? Who's been nothing but rude and mean to her??? And she tells him about how she misses her mom and how she basically feels miserable being with her dad (which is such bullshit cuz Charlie is literally the best fucking dad in the world??? Like girl what the actual fuck-). And Edward is like-
"Well that doesn't sound fair."
To which Bella's like-
"Life's not fair that's literally how it is."
To which Edward responds with the whole-
"You put on a good show, but I'm willing to bet that you suffer more than you let on."
Which obviously pisses her off cuz that's kinda personal stuff that he's prying into and he just continues to basically tease or poke fun at her and get smug when he's right about his assumption. And I'm just sitting here wondering how the hell did this turn into a romantic relationship?????? Like all they've done is get off on the wrong foot with every interaction they've had and I'm just mind boggled-
#oli talks#ooc#muns ramblings#mindless ramblings of a madman#twilight saga#twilight#new moon#eclipse#breaking dawn#midnight sun#stephanie meyer#edward cullen#bella swan#isabella swan#charlie swan#make this make sense I feel like I'm losing my mind shshshshshshsgsgsj#I know that this is a romance and romances can be hella wonky and weird but dude-#this is also around the same time frame where I got into Inuyasha which is also technically a romance story in some way#preteen/teenage me was absolutely insane your honor
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Short Reflection: Girls’ Last Tour
Post-apocalyse fiction is a surprisingly versatile genre. From zombie survival to natural disasters, from tales of humanity at war with itself to tales of humanity rising from the ashes, there’s a lot you can explore after the fall of civilization. As time goes on, though, I’ve found that my favorite sub-genre of post-apocalypse fiction involves stories that explore the very very end. Not just a world where society has collapsed, but a world that is, itself, staring down the barrel of its own demise. Maybe that’s just the sick, twisted freak in me, but I find something deeply compelling about stories that ask us to bear witness to the dying days of existence as we know it. When life itself is almost over, what purpose is left to pursue? What goal is left to fight over? How does one find meaning at the end of all things? These are heavy, heady questions, but when a story has the guts to ask them and the skill to answer them, the impact it leaves on me is second to none. And few stories in recent memory have pulled that off as spectacularly as Girls’ Last Tour.
To be honest, though, calling Girls’ Last Tour “spectacular” feels like doing it a disservice. Not because it’s inaccurate- it’s fucking great- but because it misrepresents what makes this show so powerful. To me, calling something “spectacular” suggests a high-impact, high-octane thrill ride that will have you cheering and crying at the intensity of the, well, spectacle unfolding before you. And Girls’ Last Tour is on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. It doesn’t seek to shock and awe, but to envelop you in its tone and themes, slowly marinating you in them until they permeate every fiber of your being. It’s the kind of show that creeps into your subconscious and unlocks emotions in you so raw and primal you struggle to put them into words. This anime affected me, on a deep, intimate level few anime ever reach. And it did so not with shocking plot twists or epic battles, but with two girls traveling a dying earth, contemplating their place in life as they explore the bones of a world long since faded into the past.
That sentence basically sums up the entire plot. Chi and Yuu are two girls set adrift in a world where life as we know it has all but ended. All that remains are a series of giant super-structure cities, stacked on top of each other in massive plains of metal, and a near-perpetual snowfall that blankets the wasteland outside in a cold, desolate white (Between this, Wolf’s Rain, and Vampire in the Garden, I’m starting to realize that post-apocalyptic steampunk ice worlds are one of my all-time favorite aesthetics). There are no signs of life, no pockets of civilization, no way to fix what’s been so thoroughly broken. The world ended long ago; all that’s left now are the last few fading embers struggling to stay alight. But Chi and Yuu carry on all the same, rolling through the endless supercity in their miniscule tank, searching for a path to the highest level for some unknown reason. Along the way, they contemplate the ruins of the world that was, stumbling across relics of what used to be in abundance- a fish, a temple, a house, a camera, the concept of music, the rare encounter with another living thing- and wonder what all this must have meant to the humans who lived here so long ago.
It wouldn’t be wrong to describe Girls’ Last Tour as a cute-girls slice-of-life show. Chi and Yuu are both adorable moeblobs with character designs that wouldn’t look out of place in Hidamari Sketch, and the show is all about them having episodic encounters with new and interesting situations. It’s just that the cute thing these girls are doing is pondering the meaning of life itself in a world where life is all but at its end. Or at least, Chi ponders it; Yuu’s content to just go with the flow and live for her next mealtime. And that push and pull between them lies at the heart of this show’s thematic power. Through Chi and Yuu’s intimate, bickering chemistry and the different ways they approach the world, Girls’ Last Tour asks us to consider: which is more important, the past or the present? Should be contemplate and record what used to be, even if no one will eventually be left to see it? Should we forget the past entirely and enjoy our too-brief time alive before its over? In a world where everything is about to end, is it still worth it to find meaning in what’s come before, or should we cherish what little time we have in the here and now before it slips through our fingers?
These questions are rarely stated aloud, but they hang over every transient episode in these girls’ lives. Every new object they find, every new person they talk to, every new concept they try to wrap their heads around, all of it bears the question of why. Why do these things matter? Why did people care so much about them? Why do we continue to care about them when their initial purpose is rendered meaningless? Why, in the end, do we live? And now that life itself is coming to a close and no one will be around to remember it, why was it worth living at all? The answers aren’t always painful; one of the greatest things about this show is how much joy there is to be found amidst the quiet, existential despair of a fading world. Simple actions like listening to the rain as it makes music by bouncing off various metal objects, or getting drunk and dancing under the moonlight, or Yuu drawing in Chi’s journal as a way of recording her own version of history, are able to rock you to your core with their understated sense of whimsy. Even when facing the end of all things, the human spirit remains as it ever was: curious, hopeful, forever reaching for the understanding that lies just beyond its grasp.
And perhaps that’s the best way to describe what makes Girls’ Last Tour so goddamn affecting. It’s a story that finds peace in the end of all things, not because it’s a release from a painful existence, but because it knows that we will continue to find a reason to live right up until it’s all over. It knows that everything will end someday, but it trusts us to make the most of the time we have left, whatever detours we end up taking along the way. It’s the ultimate artistic expression of that one Dr. Seuss quote: don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened. Nothing is eternal, not people, not planets, not even existence itself. But right now, we’re still here. So let’s live and love and wonder and wander and find peace in the meaning we make ourselves. And when it’s finally over, let’s go out with a smile on our face, content in the knowledge that it was worth being alive after all. That is the message of Girls’ Last Tour, in all its moments of joy and sorrow alike. And it’s a message that will linger with me every time I think back to these two girls far in the future, searching for meaning in the long-forgotten ruins of my current existence.
If there’s anything to criticize about this show, it’s that it’s sadly incomplete. The anime only adapts the first two thirds of the manga, and while it comes to about as perfect an ending as it could under the circumstances, the realities of cours-based anime production make it unlikely we’ll ever see the manga’s final two volumes animated. And that is a fucking crime, because without spoiling anything, the final third of the Girls’ Last Tour manga solidifies it as my favorite manga of all time. Don’t get me wrong, the stuff this adaptation covers is plenty fantastic, and the anime does an incredible job bringing the manga’s melancholy aesthetic to life (it honestly feels like an early 2000s Kino’s Journey-alike in its animation and direction, though with much better CG integration and digital compositing). But the way the manga develops and resolves in that final stretch laid me out on the floor like almost nothing else. It is a masterpiece like none other, and it’s deeply sad we’ll likely never see it adapted to completion. Though maybe that’s for the best, honestly; seeing those final chapters brought to life with the anime’s incredible presentation might just actually kill me.
Still, if the worst I can say about an anime is that it doesn’t reach the absolute best part of its source material, I can’t really complain that much. Girls’ Last Tour the Manga may be the most complete version of this story, but Girls’ Last Tour the Anime stands on its own just fine. It’s a beautiful, breathtaking, achingly earnest rumination on our place in the world, from a scale as large as the sweep of human history to a scale as small as two girls finding happiness in a weird square potato. This may be, as the title says, these girls’ last tour, but I can’t think of any better journey to say goodbye with. And I award this anime a score of:
9/10
Now go watch it and then read the manga. Both are fantastic and deserve your love. In the meantime, I’ve got some Fruits Basket to watch, so I’ll see you next time for that!
#anime#the anime binge-watcher#tabw#girls last tour#girls' last tour#shoujo shuumatsu ryokou#2017 aniwatch
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okay and general reactions bc i wrote them in my notes app when i remembered to. me going "OLA ESCAPED????" was quickly followed by "OLA DIED??????" and then ten minutes of quietly sobbing as kihrin said "i lost. you all won." etc etc and THEN (when kihrin was in hell w janel) "diversity win! the giant all consuming demon that traumatized you when you were fifteen transcends gender!" followed by me getting SOOO enraptured in this book. was whisper screaming and going "OHHHH" like a high schooler watching a fight which progressively got louder until kihrin's hand closed around the handle of urthaenriel and then i had to put down the book and fucking. WHEEZE. my bad dude just uh pulled the magic sword you've been planning to steal for decades out of the fucking ground. what's up.
but ALSO also ALSO. the characters are so DISTINCT. im already staring at janel like what is up with you what HAPPENED with the demons why do you roam hell at night and why do people think you're something holy. but also just in general the entire first book cast.... teraeth and khaemezra (DEATH????) and thurvishar (<- help. am i spelling that one right) and jarith and therin and miya-khaeriel.... like they're so memorable and so much fun i haven't read a book with such solid characters in SUCH a huge worldspace in so so long. and then kihrin's humor which is like so intrinsic to a main character obviously they're going to be funny but it makes you laugh at such INOPPORTUNE TIMES. when talon healed from the crossbow and kihrin just stared at her and was like "I just want you to know this has been a really bad day." him going "AHAHAHAHA. THIS ISN'T A PROPHECY THIS IS JUST PEDRON BRAGGING THAT HE GETS AROUND." the long pause after darzin came in swinging after talon-as-alshena and kihrin did a thing. etc etc. the humor & the tone etc reminds me vaguely of Saga by. oh no i can't remember the author. brian vaughn i think? which is an ongoing series of comics about a kid named hazel who is the child of a winged lady and a guy with horns who were on opposite sides of a war & were then forced to become Parents and On the Run, and there are TV heads and stuff, it is very fun despite (waves my hand in its general direction) weirdness
Sorya you don't understand this is all I have ever wanted in life, someone to scream about this series with <- said as if I'm not in a discord for that specific purpose. It's SO fun to share this experience with someone
But you're so right! The way this series is you have very little clue who is going to be important and stay important, so when Surdyeh, father figure I figured would stay around a while, died at the very beginning and then Ola died at the end? It was just a well guess they're not that important after all kind of moment. Had to kill Surdyeh to replace him with Darzin and then kill Darzin to replace him with Therin. Kihrin is burning through these father figures damn.
And yes!! The ending of book 1 KILLS me, he lost. They all won. Things go so so incredibly south. And yet the story goes on, it's not over yet; you don't get to walk away.
DIVERSITY WIN!! Seriously though there are quite a handful of diversity wins like that in this series, which I highly appreciate. Is it perfect? Of course not, but DAMN do I appreciate that Lyons wasn't afraid to fuck around
Also imagine being Gadrith in that moment?? I am undead and have spent longer than you can imagine scouring the world for this once specific sword that you happened to grab on accident. from the middle of the city I live in. I think I'd lose my shit. Well, he kinda did actually
YEAH!! The cast is huge but no one bleeds into each other, there's a full range of beliefs and morals and opinions and personalities and backgrounds and it's SO impressive. Just so you know you will get to spend a lot of time with Janel though, so that's something to look forward to. I adore her with every fiber of my being. She could kill me without a second thought, and that's not just me saying that because I like her. She genuinely could absolutely decimate me in a variety of ways. And if you think the distinct characters are impressive now, just you wait because Lyons practically doubles if not triples the cast and!! they are all!! still!! so distinct from each other!!
And Kihrin is such a little shit and it's so endearing. Not in a "I'm not taking anything seriously and lets fuck around way" but in a "god fucking dammit I have no choice but to do all this shit, might as well try and have fun while I'm at it." Maybe it's a little cliche for a main character to be so so silly, but it's Kihrin and I'd forgive him of any and all sins.
I have never heard of Saga before, but perhaps I'll check it out! I am thrilled that you are enjoying this series btw, cannot express that enough. i refuse to shut up about it ever
#a chorus of dragons#the ruin of kings#quil's queries#soryasongsaa#also! author is like. currently announcing a new standalone book and the discord is freaking out (in a good way)#so! if you're looking for something else to read in like. probably a year or something idk#i will be reading it there is zero doubt about that
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META ASKS: If Your OC Was Canon. // accepting!
@unboundpower asked:
What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon? / go off if you need to 🍵
THIS...... is a difficult question.
As Ninazu is now, i.e. how I write her, she's a strong-willed, compassionate person who’s stubborn but only is that way because she wants to help. She’s useful even though she makes mistakes, she has her heart in the right place. She’s a legitimate asset to the team and shows that she can hold her own.
Canon-wise is a little difficult for me to think about, but... I feel as though she may be under utilized and really only there for healing. In the beginning, she may be seen as overly-fragile and needing to be coddled by the Z Fighters at every turn. She'd be hiding behind Goku and Piccolo, always at Gohan's side, very hesitant and nervous to interact with the others. She'd be seen as a delicate flower in need of protecting, and I'm sure she would've had the Z Fighters coming to her rescue once or twice, maybe even in the midst of the Cell Juniors battle. So I'm sure she'd basically be dead weight for a lot of the fighting... I'm not sure if they'd even allow her to fight, or allow her to learn how to fight? That may still be present, but it wouldn't come very handy if she's written as cowardly or incapable.
As she gets older, as a teenager, I'm almost positive she would come across as entirely useless throughout the Buu saga. Her skills would hardly be utilized and she would be grouped in with the other women during almost the whole event. Although, to be frank, my memory of that entire arc is very limited since I haven't seen it in a long time. I wonder if they'd make her act brattier considering she's a teenage girl, but considering how they handle Videl, I think she may be safe from that.
Now in SUPER... oh, boy.
As much as I love and adore that series with every fiber of my being, I know the writing can be garbage, and that does not bode well for my little hybrid. I'd like to think that the writers would keep her tolerable and likable, but I'm not entirely sure. I fear that she may be portrayed as pushier, cockier, only for her hopes to be dashed. Maybe she'd be insistent on trying to prove herself only to get pummeled by whatever threat she's facing. Hell, they might outright just not include her in some arcs aside from the ones where it would make the most sense that she'd be in. I already try to write her to fit into the story as seamlessly as possible, but Super would for sure just not know what to do with her. The only arcs I could see her having relevance in are the movie re-telling arcs and the future trunks arc, in which she may be handled terribly! Hell maybe they really WOULD have a kidnapping theme but write that as an excuse to keep her out of the story/portray how helpless she actually is and that she needs to be saved. I can only imagine how many mistakes they would have her make. Her uses in the beginning would gradually come to a stop, and she would become more redundant than anything.
To be frank, I’m entirely unsure how canon would actually handle her, but I fear that they would take her down the wrong direction and make her a damsel in distress kind of deal, or just make her presence redundant and go along using senzu beans anyway.
#unboundpower#║ ✰〳ooc.#║ ✰〳asks.#[ this was a difficult one to answer bc i honestly have very little idea how she would actually be handled#these are more fearful assumptions than certainties ]
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ice ice baby
a/n: its that time of year again, @grishaversebigbang posting time and here’s what I got for y’all!
this AU grabbed my by the neck and dragged me along with it. Reuben and Eva made some absolutely lovely creations to go along with this fic so be sure to check those out and give ‘em a reblog
and as usual, thanks to @reapersbarge for saving you all from my crimes against the english language
Materialki: @6crowgang [link] & @oretsov [link]
Summary: Mal Oretsev and Zoya Nazyalenksy are the biggest rivals in professional hockey. Too bad their partners compete together in Ice Dance and its impossible to escape one another.
aka 5 times Zoya and Mal were rivals and 1 time they also were rivals but different.
Ao3 Link
part 1 under the cut:
To say Zoya Nazyalensky hated Malyen Oretsev would be an understatement. She loathed him. She despised him. She hated every fiber of his being. She could not get rid of him.
Here she was, on her Sunday off, on a Nike shoot, and he was right there with her. Because could Nike possibly shoot for their new training set with just Zoya alone? No, of course. If one of their star hockey players had to be there, so did the other. Not that Zoya would admit Oretsev was a star. Not publicly anyway.
“How ya doing, Nazyalensky?” He greeted her in that way that was technically nice, but the way he grinned down at her set her teeth on edge. “Nikolai mentioned you hadn’t been feeling well.”
“Nikolai is an idiot who shouldn’t be talking to you.”
“So you are not feeling well?”
“I’m perfectly fine to pound your ass into the boards next Saturday.” Zoya sniffed imperiously. Mal’s team was her’s top rival and both of them were good this year, both strong playoff contenders. People were already disappointed that being in the same division meant one team would have to knock the other out before the cup finals. She had every intention of doing the knocking.
“Alright, Mal? Zoya? Can we have you two over here please?” The photographer interrupted any response Oretsev could have come up with in that pea brain of his, and moved them around under the lights.
Zoya was a professional. She was excellent at her job and sponsorships were part of that job. Which meant photoshoots were part of that job. And Zoya excelled at photoshoots. Mal Oretsev… also excelled at photoshoots. Which was annoying. His hair was nearly as long as hers was, which she was starting to take personally, and the shoot assistants kept cooing over him as they arranged him under the photographers direction. She had no idea what Starkov saw in the idiot. Here he was shooting grins at everyone in sight as she reluctantly allowed herself to be positioned next to him. For once, the photographer was going for determined instead of happy or loving. Zoya’s game face was legendary already.
She could admit the photos they were shown afterwards looked good. Zoya always looked good, but it wasn’t like she wouldn’t have looked just as good on her own. She didn’t need to spend her entire morning with Oretsev’s stupid charms spilling over to infect everyone else present. By the time she could leave, she felt slimy with it. Nikolai had better not be late to pick her up; she was already regretting letting him drop her off in the first place.
To her immense regret, Nikolai was indeed waiting for her, but he was not alone. Alina Starkov’s white blonde hair caught the sunlight right next to where Nikalai was waiting at his car. The two appeared to be in an animated conversation of some sort, perhaps about the free skate they were currently workshopping, based on the way Alina was waving her arms about. For someone with so much grace on the ice, she was remarkably jerky in the parking lot under midday sun.
Mal rushed by her to swing Alina up in a dramatic hug, as if it had been days since he’d seen her. They were always like that, though–disgustingly adorable, which she supposed was a symptom of being recently engaged. Either that or they were just gross; either was possible.
She allowed Nikolai to drop a kiss to her cheek and tried to usher him into the car.
“So Alina and I were thinking,” Nik started, “What if we grabbed a late lunch? You know, the four of us?”
So thats what this was then.
An ambush.
“I don't know if that’s–”
“Maybe another–”
Mal and Zoya spoke over one another trying to come up with reasons not to. However much Oretsev’s golden retriever personality refused to allow him to be rude to her face in front of Alina, Zoya was well aware that her dislike was mutual. They exchanged a glance. Solidarity with him certainly did not feel good, but if it got her out of spending the next few hours with him, she’d swallow down her discomfort. If Nikolai thought he was getting any action after this stunt, he was wildly mistaken. Even if he was about to leave for four days.
“You two are silly.” Alina’s voice was light but Zoya could see her grip on Oretsev’s arm tighten. “You like each other, you just refuse to admit it. Come on, Nikki and I already made reservations so I don’t want to hear any excuses. Genya and David are going to join us.”
“Surprised you didn’t invite Tamar and Nadia while you were at it,” Zoya grumbled.
“We did!” Nikolai was proud to chime in, “Adrik and Leoni too. Tolya is still out of town or he’d be in for sure.”
“So how many people?” Mal perked up at this considerably. Zoya figured she agreed it was good news, the more people there, the less she had to interact with him.
“Oh it’s just the Safin-Kostyk’s.” Nik sighed, “Tamar and Nadia are too good for us, of course. Enjoying the nice weather. And Leoni had ice time this afternoon.”
“Her short program is stunning. I was watching her choreograph the other day,” Alina chimed in.
Damn. Tamar would have easily occupied Oretsev; they were teammates after all.
Before she could come up with another argument against lunch, she found herself in the passenger seat of Nikolai’s car and pulling out onto the road.
Nikolai was definitely not getting any tonight.
#gvbbmb22#gvbbmbfic22#ice ice baby#malina#zoyalai#mal oretsev#zoya nazyalensky#alina starkov#nikolai lantsov#my fic#grishaverse
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