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Prominence [WCh. 2.23]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU CW/TW: Language Genre: Comedy, Romance Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Seonghwa x Reader, Yangyang x Reader; ft. ATEEZ Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 3.8K

Notes: OOOP this was a lot longer than I intended so I broke it up into two hehe ENJOY AHHHHHH Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"Alright, here's the game plan," Yangyang shuts his door behind him and the two boys inside looked at each other. Mark adjusted his beanie and Renjun turned his phone off.

"Game plan?" Renjun asks. "Better be a good one if you woke us up both this early to do tell us about it," he says.

"It is important. Plus, Mark had to wake up soon anyway, we're on our way to Music Core."

"Yup, Echoes promotions," Mark yawns. "What's up, Yangyang?"

"Okay, hear me out. It's been two months now."

"Oh god, I know what this is," Renjun rolls his eyes. "No, don't do it, Yangyang."

"You haven't even heard my plan yet..."

"I don't need to. Two months is too soon."

"Wait, I haven't actually slept in two months, two months is too soon for what?" Mark asks.

"Get with the program, Mark, Yangyang's going to ask (Y/N) out again."

"Oh, yeah, no, don't do that," Mark nods his head.

"You guys didn't even hear my plan yet..." Yangyang pouts. "Plus, I'm not going to ask her out."

"... Oh?" Renjun crosses his arms.

"She's going to ask me out," Yangyang says with a satisfied smile. Mark and Renjun broke into laughter and Yangyang's smile wavers. "What?"

"You really, wait, hold on, let me catch my breath," Renjun says between laughs. "You really think she'd ask you out?" Renjun clutches his side and Mark wipes a tear from his eye.

"Yangyang... buddy," Mark shakes his head with a wide smile. "No, you and I both know (Y/N) better than we know ourselves, she already turned you down. And she didn't just turn you down, she brother-zoned you."

"... That's right, isn't it," Yangyang rolls his eyes and sits down on his bed, bouncing slightly from the force. Renjun swivels on his chair with an unsurprised and, quite frankly, disappointed look on his face. "I just... I don't know what to do. I keep trying to get over her but nothing's working! I've even," Yangyang gags, "I tried to imagine taking her out on a," he gags again, "a date."

"Dude, if you can't even say it right now I think that's sign that you've gotten over her," Mark says.

"But, like... oh shit," Yangyang covers his ears and Renjun starts laughing again.

"Oh, man, you're red," Renjun gasps. He looks over at Mark. "He's a lost cause. This is the worst kind of crush. The ones you can't rationalize are the hardest to get over," he shakes his head.

"Just out of curiosity, what was the date?" Mark not so subtly takes his phone out, notes app clear on the screen, but Yangyang chooses not to bring it up.

"I took her to an arcade."

"That's fanfiction material, dude," Mark clicks his tongue, typing it into an apparent list he had.

"I know!" Yangyang shouts. "And she beat my ass at skee ball..."

“In your own fantasy?!”

“Yes!”

"I feel like (Y/N) would be oddly good at skee ball," Renjun hums. "From my limited knowledge of her."

"Oh, that's right! You and (Y/N) don't talk too often, huh?" Mark asks.

"No, everything I know about her is from either Yangyang or Jeno, and recently Jaemin," Renjun hums.

“Jaemin?” Yangyang scours his brain, trying to remember when the two of you interacted longer than a ‘hello,’ but no memories resurfaced.

Actually, come to think about it, during Let’s Play Ball recording he was in between you and Yangyang for recording, maybe you exchanged numbers then. Huh, there's two people he never expected to talk.

"It’s a pretty recent development. You know they text a lot."

"They do?" Mark and Yangyang both ask.

"Yeah, Jaemin's not too good of a conversationalist and, from what I know, (Y/N) is when it comes down to it. Texting is their compromise," Renjun shrugs. "Either way, back to the point of Yangyang waking us up at this god-awful hour, let me tell you this right now, if you even think about trying to go through with this, she will never forgive you."

"Yeah, you're right, I don't know what I was thinking," Yangyang pouts. He walks over to his window, watching the sunrise. "If this relationship was not meant to be, then give me a sign!" He says in an exaggerated manner. There's a knock at the door.

"Bro... what if this is your sign?" Mark gasps.

"Uh... come in," Yangyang says. Kun opens it and spots the group.

"Oh... am I interrupting something?" Kun asks.

"Nope," Renjun shakes his head.

"Oh, well, Yangyang, start packing. Once NCThree promotions end, you and I are going back to China," Kun smiles and nods. Yangyang felt his heart drop, probably as low as Mark’s jaw, and Renjun fought back another laugh.

"Are you... are you serious right now?" Yangyang asks, brows furrowing. Kun reads the room.

"Yes... we have to start recording for our next mini-album," he says. "You should... you should make sure you finish things here in Korea before we leave."

"When do NCThree promos end again?" He asks Mark.

"March 22nd..." he answers.

"Well, shit, that's one hell of a sign," Yangyang shrugs. Kun looks around the room and sighs.

"Yangyang," Kun leans against the door frame. "You'd better come clean to her. She broke up with Seonghwa because he kept a huge secret from her, imagine what she'd do to you."

"How did you..."

"The walls are thin and Ten's been asking for updates," Kun rolls his eyes. "Honestly, if you can't tell her anything, I'll do it for you, alright? I'm tired of seeing you beat yourself up about it," Kun rubs his tired eyes.

“No! Don’t tell her! I’ll handle it,” Yangyang shakes his head. Renjun yawns.

"Kun's right, Yangyang, just come clean to her that you're pathetic ass hasn't gotten over her yet."

"Hey!" Mark shouts. "Being in love is hard. Maybe having that distance will solve things, you know?" Mark shifts in his spot on the floor.

"But..." Yangyang trails.

"What now?" Kun and Renjun both exasperate.

"What if she replaces me?" Despite the sheer ridiculousness of the statement, the fear was clear. Since NCThree first got together more than a year ago, it came as no surprise that the trio were conjoined at their hips, save for when Mark had to run off with the other units, but aside from that the friendship was obvious. It was something all three of them treasured so much.

Or, maybe Yangyang was just overthinking it all. Surely all friends spent the nights in each other's rooms scrolling through Twitter until they had headaches, drinking themselves to sunrise, and having gigabytes upon gigabytes of ridiculous videos that would probably ruin their idol images forever. Yeah, that's totally a friend thing. You know what else has gotta be a friend thing? Stealing each other's things. Yup, he should probably return your band tees soon if he’s going back to China. The only thing that would change is that instead of seeing you in person he'd be talking to you through a screen, right? That shouldn't change anything, he knows that. So what's with this heavy feeling in this heart anyway?

"Yangyang, you good man?" Mark asks. "You're spacing out," Mark asks.

"Relax, Yangyang, I don't think anyone could replace you if they tried," Kun chuckles quietly.

"Maybe Haechan," Mark and Renjun both say aloud.

"Don't tell him that!" Kun scolds them. "Why are you so worried anyway? You and (Y/N) are best friends, you'll both be fine," Kun reassures him. There's a loud knock at the door. "That's probably her." Kun leaves, probably making his way to the front door.

"Yeah, we should probably head out again soon," Mark looks at the time. "Ah, she's gonna know we're hiding something from her," Mark ruffles the back of his hair with his hand and yawns.

"Uh... if she probes we'll just tell her that we're planning her birthday," Yangyang shrugs.

"With Renjun? No offense."

"None taken."

"Uh... yes...?"

"You don't even have to tell her, she'll figure it out herself," Renjun groans. "Alright, I'll wait in here until you both leave, yeah? I'll play with the cats or something."

"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Yangyang's shoulders slumped. "Wait, no, you're right! What the hell? What am I so worried about anyway?! Why would I get replaced? What? That's crazy!"

"Huh? Who's replacing who now?" You ask.

"I'm afraid (Y/N)'s going to replace me after I head back to China," Yangyang explains.

"Why would I replace you?" You ask. "Wait! You're going back to China?!" You dropped your phone, your eyes widening in shock. Yangyang holds his breath, Renjun sighs behind him, and Mark chuckles.

"I'm going back to China!"

"You're leaving me and Mark?!"

"Not willingly!"

"Wow, you guys are going to promote again. Good for you guys!" You clapped his shoulder. "Kun let me in, we have to head out now, we need to be on set before seven," you jut your thumb over your shoulder. You leaned over to look behind him. "Hey, Renjun."

"Hi, (Y/N)," he nods in your direction.

"What's with the party?" You ask. Yangyang swallows harshly.

"We're... uh..." he hesitates.

"You guys planning my surprise birthday or something?" You joked.

"Definitely not!" Mark speaks up, laughing nervously and tossing a paper crumpled into a ball at Yangyang's head. The latter catches it and opens the paper.

'JUST TELL HER ALREADY.' He crumples the paper again and tosses it in the waste bin.

"Alright, let's head out," Yangyang changes the subject, rushing out of his room first.

"Just so you guys know, I like chocolate cake," you said before following Yangyang out.

"She's not actually buying that, is she?" Renjun asks once you're out of earshot.

"I hope she is, otherwise this could get messy," Mark stands up. "Catch you later," he rushes after you.

[Huh, you always had a feeling those two had some tension together but you didn't think that they actually had feelings for each other.] You knew Saeron and Jihyun had some of a history together in that they trained together, but to hear that they're actually dating? Part of you felt so happy for them that you could jump for joy, but another part seemed to hold you down. Particularly because of what Saeron had sent to the chat. Did you really make them feel awkward? Maybe you did overreact a little to the breakup, chasing Yangyang and Mark out of your room and handing Mars over to Johnny for a while. Yeah, maybe locking yourself in your room and only leaving to eat or shower wasn't the best idea either. Why were you acting so much like a child anyway? It was just a breakup, not like your life ended or anything. Surely, there would be more. You didn't even act this way when you and Daniel broke up, you both said your goodbyes and that was it.

So why did your breakup with Seonghwa hurt so much? You could barely fathom it yourself.

You put your phone down when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"What's up?" You ask.

"Can we talk, (Y/N)?" Yangyang asks, headphones now hanging loosely around his neck. His brows furrowed and his expression settled on concern, you felt worry grow in your chest.

"If this is about me replacing you, you don't have to worry. Actually, I'm kind of annoyed that you even thought that I would replace you in the first place," you said to him. "You're my best friend, literally, you're the first person I think of when I just want to talk or even if I need any help with everything," you shrugged. "You really think us being, what, two thousand miles away is going to change that?" You asked.

"I mean... no, but that's not what I wanted to talk about. I rationalized that earlier," he shakes his head.

"Tell you what, as long as you pick up my calls we'll be peachy."

"You hate calling people."

"Exactly. What did you need to talk to me about then?" You smiled softly. The van, meanwhile, pulls into Music Core's parking lot.

"Uh... I'll tell you later, on our way back, actually," he says. "We should probably focus."

"Agreed," you nodded. “Mark? Marky,” you poked Mark’s cheek and he stirred quietly. “Hey, bud, we’re here, wake up,” you kept your voice hushed as you shook his shoulder. "Poor guy, he needs a break," you sighed. Mark opened his eyes and yawned.

"That was fast... felt like I just blinked."

"Yeah, man, you knocked out," you said. The door next to you slid open and your manager pokes his head in.

"Ready to go? This and one more music show to film and we start actual promos, we're nearly done."

"This, Music Bank, and The Show, we're almost there," you told yourself, words of encouragement, really.

"Oh my gosh! You're here!" Jungwoo's voice was sing-song when he spotted the trio. "Come, follow me!" He waved everyone into the building.

"Morning, Jungwoo," you waved at him as you passed.

"Hello, (Y/N), wow, look at you, you're glowing," he compliments you.

"Thanks, Jungwoo, I slept for, like, an hour last night," you chuckled tiredly.

"I can tell, Mark's a dead man walking."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry about it," Jungwoo shakes his head. "I arranged for all of your favorites for breakfast, you all need to eat well to have a good day," he says, practically hopping behind the group.

"Oh, thanks, man, you didn't have to," Yangyang says.

"I didn't, but I wanted to!" Jungwoo gasps and hits Yangyang's shoulder lightly. "Oh, over here! This is my co-host, Minho!" Jungwoo introduces him to you.

"Hello," he waves shyly. Jungwoo nudges him harshly.

"He's a huge fan of ANiMA," he not-so-quietly whispers. Minho's eyes widen with embarrassment and he clears his throat.

"I, I mean... I guess I really like your music," he says, eyes averting away from you.

"That's sweet, I listen to a few Stray Kids tracks too," you told him, trying to get him to relax a little. His shoulders were so tense you were sure if Jungwoo nudged him again he'd fall over. Sensing this, Jungwoo, instead, wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"You do...?" He asks.

"I'm personally a fan of Levanter," you nodded. Minho's face relaxes and soon he looks more animated.

"Wow! That's an old one, I'm surprised," he says.

"I've been listening for a while, I guess," you continue walking down the hall as Jungwoo coaxed the group forward. After a short walk, Jungwoo stops everyone.

“And here we are! For my favorite NCT U unit,” Jungwoo chuckles and opens the door that had your names on it. “Good luck on your stage, I’ll see you when the interview starts!”

“See you,” he waited for you to walk in before closing the door behind you.

The group walked into the dressing room, door shutting behind them, and the stylists were running around the room. Everyone muttering how the room didn't open until recently and that they had to work a little faster to meet deadlines and something about makeup going missing?

“Everything okay?” Mark asks.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” Jia wheeled the breakfast cart over. "Eat up while we do hair, not too fast or you'll be sick," she says. True to Jungwoo's words, it was everyone's favorites. Jia gestured for the three to sit down and, once they were, everyone got to work.

“How’s your day going, Jia?” You asked her, breakfast in hand.

“Oh, it’s great! Aside from the fact that we're incredibly behind schedule and the staff accidentally set us up in another group's room, but we'll manage. Thank you for asking,” she smiles, but soon after she clicks her tongue. “Where’s Kyungjae?” She looks around.

“Over here, Miss!” He raises his voice instead of his hands, which were struggling to carry the makeup caboodle. “Sorry, this is a lot heavier than I thought,” he groans.

“Oh, let me help with that,” you hopped off of your chair, placed your food down, and you walked over to him. You easily lifted the caboodle, which was actually heavy but you’d been Jeno’s reluctant gym partner for the past few weeks, and placed it next to Mina.

“Thanks, (Y/N), you really are amazing,” he says. You spotted Kyungjae’s dejected face and just smiled. Mark, meanwhile, cleared his throat suspiciously loud and Yangyang started humming ’Miracle’ in an equally loud manner.

“What the…” you just shook your head. “Don’t worry about it, Kyungjae. Yangyang needs a lot of makeup so it makes sense that his is heavier,” you teased him without even looking at Yangyang and the latter just snickered.

“Says the woman with a literal luggage for her makeup,” Yangyang snarks back. You, with no energy to come up with another quip, just repeated his sentence in a mocking voice. As you sat back down, you didn’t miss the confident smirk on his face, but you opted to let him off easy this morning. Kyungjae took his spot between you and the mirror again, leaning slightly against the table as he brought the cart closer to him.

“Oh? Even after styling her once you're still volunteering for the princess of NCThree?” Jia chuckles. “She’s not easy to style, this one,” she jokes.

“Well, I think I didn’t do too bad a job last time,” Kyungjae crosses his ankles and pulls the bottle of foundation from the cart. “Plus, (Y/N) doesn’t need much work, just a few touch-ups here and there and she’s the brightest one on the stage,” he mumbles. You feel your face heat up and, maybe you were imagining things, but there was a ghost of a smile on Kyungjae’s lips.

“Aw, you flatter me too much,” you muttered.

"Take your time eating, like I said, we'll just do quick spot checks and you'll be ready," he says.

"Thanks," you nodded, eating slightly faster to not stress everyone out.

Meanwhile, on both sides of you, Mark and Yangyang had their heads turned to you and soon their glances moved to each other. Quickly, their respective stylists turned their heads back toward their mirrors.

“I have to use the bathroom!” Mark yelled it quickly and Hana, his main stylist, rose her hands quickly from the surprise of it all.

“Well… you don’t need to announce it, Mark,” Jia laughs. “Go ahead.”

“I’ll go with him!” Yangyang practically shoots from his seat and Mina recoils her hand from the burning hair iron. “You know… buddy system, and I have to go too,” he nods.

“Why didn’t you two go earlier?” Jia crosses her arms and Yangyang gasps.

“What? Why are you getting mad now that both of us need to go?” He frowns. You rolled your eyes and he glared at you as if to tell you that you shouldn’t question it. You narrowed your gaze, but nodded anyway.

“Because now it’s just poor planning,” she shook her head. “Alright then, both of you go, I’m sure you’ve all been here enough to know where they-”

“Okay, thanks! We won’t take long!” In an instant, Mark and Yangyang rushed out. You folded the now empty bag in your hands and placed it under your legs, opting to throw it away on your way out.

“Anyway,” Jia picks up the flat iron again and starts on your hair. “How are you, (Y/N)?”

“I’m alright, finally got a meetup time,” you spoke quietly. Jia was one of your closest confidants, she seemed to know a lot about you and you liked to think you knew a lot about her. She often gave you advice from a different perspective that you wouldn’t have thought of otherwise. “This weekend,” you said.

You, of course, were referring to your university friends. You had to apologize to them directly, you shouldn't have faulted them for something Juliet did and, according to Daniel, Carson's been meaning to make it up to you too.

“I see, you’re going alone?” Jia asks.

“I might bring Yeseul with me.”

“That’s good, it’s smart to go with one of the girls,” she says, Kyungjae looks between you both, nervously playing with the bottle of foundation in his hands. You looked up at him and he sucks in a breath, he must have realized that he was staring.

“Oh, don’t worry, Kyungjae, I’m not going on a date or anything,” you teased him and your smile only widened when his face grew red.

“I… no, wait, I’m sorry, uh… that was very unprofessional of me to make an assumption,” he stutters. You just shook your head, maintaining your smile to calm him down.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, I can see Jia glaring at you from the mirror, but if we’re going to be working together I want us to be comfortable,” you reassured him. Jia just laughs behind you.

“There you go again, (Y/N), you’re such a people person now, it’s crazy to think about it.”

“Well, I tend to be more talkative around friends,” you hummed and leaned forward, Kyungjae shaking the nerves from his head and getting back to work.

"How about that other problem of yours?" She asks. You move your eyes to face her, as Kyungjae's hand was holding your face to fix your foundation.

"We... I unblocked him a couple of days ago," you answered. Kyungjae moves your head to the side, starting your contour.

"Oh?"

"Well, I don't hate him, and maybe I overreacted a little..."

"A little?"

"Okay, I overreacted a lot," you would've grimaced if not for the lipgloss wand that found itself against your bottom lip.

"Oh, so on good terms?" She asks.

"Somewhat, we agreed to talk properly, is all," you answered once Kyungjae finished.

"That's good, you're both adults, talk it out, when's he coming back?"

"I'm not sure, actually, I kind of left it up to him. Told him to call me back, you know? He wasn't exactly sober when he called," you rolled your eyes, quickly closing them when Kyungjae pulled out the eye shadow palette.

"Hm, leaving the ball in his court again?" Jia sighs.

"Sorry?" You didn't know what she meant by that tone of voice.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," she finished your hair and Kyungjae leaned back. Jia moved in front of you. "Not bad, newbie," she compliments Kyungjae's work. "It's like you've been practicing on her specifically, have you two been meeting up without me knowing?" She teases.

"What? No! Oh, um... no," Kyungjae answers, quickly regaining his composure. "Although, now that I think about it, would it be a bad thing if I asked you out to coffee sometime?" He asks you. You blinked once.

Did he just ask you out?

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gins-potter · 2 years

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Hello ✨ For your story of intimate moments, can you do Griffin&Faragonda? The first one would be wonderful. I'd ask for all of the prompts, only I can't ask so much of you. 😂 I love those two and it's a shame people don't write them more

ooops sorry anon this took me longer than it should have but better late than never hopefully? this is set when they were students at alfea and cloud tower.

Griffin walked into the Halloween party but stopped dead almost immediately as her eyes landed on a certain someone. Her cheeks heated, her skin prickled, and there was a not unpleasant swooping sensation in her stomach.

That is until someone bumped into her back and grumbled, “Move out of the way, would you? You’re blocking the doorway.”

Griffin turned and cut the fairy in question a glare. When the other girl saw who exactly she’d just snapped at, she paled and scurried past before Griffin could say - or do - anything else.

Griffin glared after her until the girl was swallowed up by the crowd made up almost entirely of fairies and heroes. Griffin sighed and began to wade through it. She knew that more of her classmates had been invited to the party but for most it wasn’t their idea of a good time and had forgone in favour of causing chaos elsewhere.

But Griffin had a very good reason for attending.

A reason that she was currently sidling up beside.

“And just what are you meant to be?”

Faragonda had heard the quiet murmur despite the loud music and chattering crowd and turned to Griffin, amusement already dancing in her eyes, like she knew exactly what effect she was having.

“I’m a witch, duh.”

A witch indeed. That was Griffin’s dress, cloak, and pointed hat that Faragonda had somehow gotten her hands on and was now wearing, and at a head shorter and being much curvier than Griffin, she should have looked ridiculous… and yet…

And yet…

“Uh huh,” is all Griffin said after a rough swallow.

Faragonda’s lips curled into a victorious smile and it took everything Griffin had not to let her eyes drop to the fairy’s full mouth.

“I’m getting a drink,” Griffin announced and turned away before Faragonda could do anything else to set her blood on fire.

She could have sworn that she heard a lilting, “Hurry back,” called after her.

Having lost track of Griffin some minutes earlier, Faragonda wandered through the crowds of the party, looking for the familiar tall figure. She was so preoccupied that she hadn’t noticed the dark alcove she was passing until a hand reached out and pulled her into it.

“So how exactly did you get all this?” Griffin asked curiously as she pinned Faragonda firmly against the wall with two hands on her hips. As if to emphasise her point more she fisted the dress bunched up under her hands.

Griffin’s face was dark in the shadows and her eyes seemed bottomless as she scanned Faragonda from head to toe. The two were completely different shapes so Faragonda had had to get a little creative with the clothes but she was pretty happy with the end result, especially since Griffin had barely been able to take her eyes off her the whole night.

Faragonda grinned again as she casually said, “Borrowed them last time I snuck into your dorm room.”

“Borrowed, huh?” Griffin said faintly even as her brain unhelpfully replayed the memory of just what they’d gotten up to during that visit.

“Uh huh. I fully intend on giving it all back. And now you’ll always have the memory of what I looked like wearing them.”

“You’re killing me,” Griffin groaned before finally, finally, leaning down to press her lips to Faragonda’s.

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aajjks · 2 years

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Tbh I don't really know that kind of partner i want to have, since I have never even dated a day in my life so I guess I'm pretty open for everything. But something that is a must in every future partner of mine is someone who is understanding of me and gives me space if I need it. I get annoyed very frequently for no reason and can be grumpy towards someone, without meaning to. My mum understands me for example and gives me space when I'm like that and later when I have calmed down I automatically go to her and start talking normally. So I came to the conclusion that I definetly need a partner who knows those quirks and gives me space when I'm like that. A patient partner is also very important to me, someone who is calm and not constantly hyperactive or acting as if they have to go somewhere very important. I guess loving wise I would want to pamper them in hugs and kisses since I like giving them more than receiving them. I also like teasing the people I love (not in a mean way) and they shouldn't flip out if I do that. Can you tell that I'm Yoongi biased lol? :)

Ooops this turned out to be longer than I intended, I'm sorry :((

You are perfect for yoongs omg. And I get you, I hope you find someone who’s just made for you! 😭💕

#asks

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zishustits · 3 years

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can i ask who some of your fav characters are from woh ?

YES!

Okay, my first fav would be Ye Baiyi, although I think I hated him at the beginning? (XD) He's so funny and harsh but also a softie, I love him hahah.

Then uh, I'll tell you some other characters that I probably didn't care much about at first or kinda hated them, but now I like for several reasons (dunno, my feelings change so fast sometimes gsbsbsbs).

I like the character of Gu Xiang because she's always kicking ass XD and also has a cute personality.

Du Pusa (Evil Boddisatva) and Changing Ghost, but just because they make me laugh every time they are in the scene gsbsbsbs even if they do very bad things to people. And well, there's only glimpses that could be no more than my mind elaborating headcanons that are not there but they seem to have some soft edges there too? (will not elaborate for now but if you want to know any moment I'll tell you).

Should I mention Prince Jin? I hate him but also find him so funny because uh facial expressions and also he's tragic and pathetic (affectionate), lonely and sad but because he did everything to end like that. Sorry Prince Jin.

Then about Han Ying, I needed more of him tbh because he's so 😭😭😭 I wanted to give him a hug every time he appeared.

Also but perhaps in a less level, I like Liu Qian Qiao (will try not to spoil anything here, dunno how much have you watched already) because of her disguising skills and her refusal to drink the Water of Lethe so she could remember her past mistakes and not making them again, mainly. But there are other things, attitudes and ideas mostly, that I didn't like in this character and that's why sometimes dunno how to feel about her (not gonna elaborate now bc it's probably spoiler but perhaps in a future). It's not related to the evilness tho XD. More to her tragedy and how she coped with it.

(okay it got a bit long but not much more, anyways it's better to shorten the post gsbsbs)

And well, I left my main (tragical) favs for the end XD. After yby, I believe they are my favs right now or the ones I'm most obsessed with (ah yes, the typical fixation on secondary and probably evil characters).

First Xie'er of course. At first I hated him too (wtf is wrong with me XD) but then we see his personality being developed along the series so how is it not possible to love him? (also he's very cute uwu XD). I find him tragic because he's mostly a puppet and most of the time he does what his yifu tells him to do, but he also has a kind heart, he's not just a callous assassin. In one interview Li Dai Kun (the actor who played Xie'er) said he had no personality, well, I actually think we get to see some of it sometimes (don't want to spoil anything, so just gonna say he does good for some people out of kindness and also he disobeys his yifu several times). And apart from that, he's very smart and cunning, charismatic, adaptable and resilient, knows everything about everyone and if not, he definitely knows how to get that information. And then he's also kind, caring, and utterly sad. I love him, wanna give him a hug.

And the other one is well, *sighs, people are gonna hate me for this* Zhao Jing. Of course, I know he's awful and manipulative and puts his goals above the people who care for him, even hurting them with no (apparent) remorse. I've wanted to do a longer analysis of this character for some time, but not now. Let's just say I had this idea of Zhao Jing after we finished the series, then watched an interview of Wang Ruolin (who played Zhao Jing) explaining his character and the idea I had changed completely. Well, perhaps not completely but as I started to watch the character more closely I realized that interpretation was there too, and probably that's what the actor intended to portray, but it's not obvious to us who see the character from the outside and have no idea of the real motivation behind his actions. I mean, that does not justify the wrong stuff he does at all, but helps to understand the character better (and I have this obsession with understanding everything to the last detail gsbsbsb).

Ooops this is getting too long so basically I'm gonna point out that for me Zhao Jing is an interesting character who was several layers and it's difficult to see the inner ones, he probably scores pretty high in psychopathic traits, but his heart is not completely lost I believe (maybe will elaborate in the future, you can always ask of course!). Also I find him very tragic because (1) he's so fucking paranoid and won't allow his loved ones to be themselves because he believes his own view of the world is the correct one and if they deviate from there they won't be able to survive (2) as he's fucking paranoid his thoughts are consumed by his plans and so he disregards his close relationships (3) he doesn't completely trust anyone until he realizes there was actually 1 person that he could rely on. That's why he is (almost) lonely, but he does not seem to care as Prince Jin does. (btw I also want to make an analysis bc I've found paralelisms between ZJ, Prince Jin and even Wen Kexing).

People hate him for understandable reasons (I believe one of the most important is the imbalance of power in the relationship he has with one character, dunno I've you've watched it so I won't spoiler. I understand it can be triggering for many people, especially if they have found themselves in a similar situation). But well, I also have to say something, and it's gonna be sarcastic so sorry in advance, I could be wrong too but I think another reason why most people hate him is that he's evil but not hot (XD) and he's older than the typical evil characters many people can get to like.

Okay, sorry again because I promised it would not be long but now you've had to read this whole text gsbsbs. Also I'd love to know about your favs one day, when you want to talk about them.

#word of honor #character ask meme #sorry now you have to read a whole text (only if you want to)#I avoided Spoilers as much as I could so nothing is revealed actually #you asked for some characters and I have you a whole list gsbsbs #I didn't mention wkx and zzs but bc of my typical fixation with secondary characters

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anarchist-soupkitchen · 3 years

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ooop its a really long essay

A brief list of why the Tories is pretty rubbish

Before we start, I have a few things to say. As this is intended for UK audiences it might be a little difficult for people outside of the UK to understand the wording of certain topics, I will include somethings that need more explanation up here but if I do not include it here, please feel free to ask down in the comments.

Tory: someone who is a part of the conservative right

Anglicanism: the English church’s version of Christianity

This essay is a PERSUASIVE ESSAY this means its BIASED I hope you could tell from the title. This essay is from the view of someone who is white I am not trying to speak over people of colour on issue like race and I encourage you to look at non-white creators within the UK to get views on this matter.

I am pretty armature when it comes to my writing so do not expect something ground-breaking. And with that out of the way, let us begin.

1. The tory party we know today was founded in 1834, you would think that would be plenty of time for its members to grow and shape the party into the best organization it can be. But with the tory party still stuck on the same ideas that Anglicanism is the only true religion, and that queer people should not have rights you would think that the party is straight out of the early 20th century, or still stuck on the same ideas the party was founded upon. It does not matter what side you are on and how your choice to view the tory party, people can agree on the prominent figures inside the tory party from old to recent. An example of a prominent tory of old was Winston Churchill a well know racist who also, coincidentally got us through WW2 when he was appointed by Chamberlin. He fostered such views that white people should govern over the “primitive” black and indigenous people of Africa and that Indian people “bred like rabbits”. To anyone who knows their UK history, 1983 was a very eventually year for politics and the UK as a whole. You now have to wear seatbelts in the front seats of cars, the dismembered victims of serial killer Dennis Nielsen are found in his London flat, unemployment was on a record heigh since the 1930’s and a general election found that Margaret Thacher was to be the next prime minister after a landslide win in the polls. Over the course of her 11-year reign of terror she periodised free-market capitalism and privatised public sectors including transport, railways and mines. Then because she did not like the Scottish government, she through a hissy fit and closed all mines in Scotland. Just like that she fucked up the economy, where in the big mining areas of the past are still experiencing the aftershocks today. I remember my granny telling me how she made up food packages for the miners around town and how it was so devastating to the town’s economy. Everyone was unemployed and starving, even my grandad. These examples really show that the Tories will support people who are the worst in British society if they have the parties’ interests at heart. You would think the tory party cannot get any worse but with modern polices such as pledging to get 50,000 nurses for the NHS while only giving them a 1% pay rise, which is only £7.78 for a low band nurse, by 2023. Or being “tough on crime” even though 96.4 crime were recorded by every 1000 people in 2019. You can see how tough they are about carrying out their polices. Let me tell you my favourite of the lot, Boris Johnston, our current PM, wants to limit immigration by 100,000 people. They want to only let in “the brightest and the best,” what a load of shite. Our immigrants are the backbone of our society doing everything people like the Tories would not even dream of doing. Imagen seeing Boris working in a McDonalds or in your local call centre. That fucker probably has not worked a day in his life. According to the migration observatory, migrants make up 50% of the low pay workforce. Either way you look at it, its abysmal. The government should do more for these people that letting them rot in a McDonalds or in a low paying job. If you have taken time to be a model citizen, train and get your qualifications, possibly learn a new langue to mover over to a shitty wet rock I do not see any problem with the government providing necessities to get you started in your new life. We have got the money.

2. Can I ask you, what side do you think Boris Johnson is on? I will let you think for a moment. The Working class makes up more than half of our population according to the BBC’s class calculator. They say that a government is reflective of the people’s views and I think that is bullshit. Out of the working-class eligible to vote, who do vote, only three in ten vote conservatives. Do you want to know why people in the working class do not vote tory? Because under tory leadership since 2010, 6000,000 more children and their families were forced into poverty. The need for foodbanks skyrocketed 12.3% in the last five years and that is no even accounting for the pandemic. It is clear by now; I have given you enough time to think. “we know whose side Boris Johnson is on- the billionaires, the bankers and the big business.”- labour shadow chancellor, John McDonell. We know the conservatives are very busy committing acts of voter suppression and giving money to their friends instead of caring about you. They are buzzy introducing laws that make it mandatory to have voter ID in order to vote. If you do not make it free people will stop coming. The electoral commissions think 3.5 million voters just will not come back. this is all a part of, “takle[ing] every aspect of electoral fraud”- tory manifesto. It is well known that many rich people have been investing in the party for quite a while. Here is just a few: Anthony Bamford head of machinery in JCB, he gave £12.1 million since 2005. Charles Cayzer owns a shipping tycoon, he gave £480,00. Did you also know, Boris is known to be very generous when it comes to giving back. You’ve probably herd in the news about the conservatives handing out £3mil in contracts to tory owned covid PPE companies over the course of the pandemic. Some of that went to a MP, Nadim Zahawi who is a shareholder in SThree. SThree was given £1mil in contracts over the course of the pandemic. With all the evidence I have given above you’d think the government its rolling in it, I suspect they are but I doesn’t look like it from the outside. They have cut funding to courses drastically, as well as benefit schemes. Like cutting access for eighteen- to twenty-year-olds to the housing benefits. Yet with all the money they been cutting away from services and councils who desperately need it they still have enough money to cough up a commission for a royal yacht named after the duke of Edinburgh, costing over £200 million. Seems sweet does it, name a yacht after the ghoul of Edinburgh, right? You probably know the just of it now, your wrong. Not only is the yacht being paid for by taxpayers, but they are also naming it in honour after a racist. Or how the BBC would phrase his words as “memorable one-liners”. Here is a selection I find quite fitting: “The Philippines must be half empty if you’re all here running the NHS”- while meeting with a Filipino nurse. “If you stay here much longer, you’ll be all slitty-eyed”- he said to a group of British students while on a royal visit to China. My favourite must be “It looks like it was put in by an Indian.”- referring to and old-fashioned fuse box in Edinburgh. He is supposed to be the duke of the bloody place! I really like how one article what I read put it “[Prince Philip] screams out loud what other racists like him have learned how to conceal and camouflage in what they think and project as civilised demeanour.”- Hamid Dabashi.

3. What I find absolutely astounding, is the Tories inability to show compassion to the people who have nothing. If you did not know the vagrancy act among other things crimeless the homeless and rough sleepers, which is by far a very bad mixture with the recent homelessness statistics, homelessness has risen 28% since labour was last in office and if the Tories continue down the path they are now, it is only going to keep rising. What you would find is most shocking is that there’s solutions for the homeless crisis right in front of us, what the Tories must to not be able to see. Layla Moran of the liberal democrats thinks they “must take a more compassionate and holistic approach, starting by scrapping the vagrancy act”. I think that would be a step forward and away from the old ways of prosecuting people for not being as fortunate as the rest of us, but there is something even more simple than that. Repossessing the 200,000 buildings that have been vacant in the UK for more than six months. Not only would that put a sizeable dent in the houses we need, but it also saves space. The UK is small collection of islands and I do not think the Tories can see that. We do not have the land available to just start building everywhere while leaving all those homes empty and unfilled. Its not a way to solve the housing crisis and its certainly not a way to save the money we supposedly need. Even the homes the Tories are building are left dormant because they are too expensive for the area, they are located in. With the way things are going the Tories will have to build more houses than they ever built before, because by 2041 homelessness is expected to doble. That is 400,000 more households if things do not change -a study by heriot-wat university. The evidence suggests that whatever the Tories are doing to end homelessness it is not working. Everything is not as bleak as I just told you though, the conservative has ended homelessness before. In the hight of the pandemic the conservatives got 90% of all rough sleepers off the streets and put them in hotels or hostels. This helped people apply for benefits, find jobs and get some more permanent assistance. People was helped during the pandemic, but when the funding ran out last July, homeless and the rough sleepers in the hotels and hostels where back out in the streets again. Alone and forgotten by the government that promised to end the very crisis they are apart of years ago. Theis shows that the Tories have the money to help the unfortune but they would rather sit on their arses chatting about what colour they should paint the walls of their house. More recently the Torie introduced a law what will fine people for sleeping in doorways. It really shows what the Tories care about, getting linings for their pockets. The Tories have the money to stop homelessness and when it was a danger to them, they stopped the issue what has been so recuing in our politics for decades. They helped the people who so desperately needed it only to chuck them back into the cold when covid-19 was no longer a danger to them.

4. The conservatives fail to keep minorities safe in the society that they created. It is not surprise that the Tories are the most incompetent as ever. A study by BBC radio 5 found that hate crimes have doubled since 2013. An optimist would assume that is great, that there must mean that people have been reporting it more, right? Partly so. Although we have seen a rise in reports of hate crimes, the rate of prosecution has dropped down from 20% to just 8%. And that is just the tip of the iceberg, in a survey of faith-based organizations; the home office found that seven in ten of the employees surveyed has never reported a hate crime to the police where one happened. For a country where we are supposed to be the most tolerable it is no surprise that a big portion of the hate crimes committed are ones where the religion the victim followed played a big part. Our population, like many others, is influenced by our politicians. After Boris described Muslim women in burkas as “letterboxes” in an interview; citizen UK found that there where a surge in hate crime directed to Muslim women where the word “letterbox” was used. Again, continuing with the theme of hate crime against religions, Muslims made up half of the statistics in 2018 – 2019. The biggest spike we have seen in the last few years has been to Jewish people, where hate crimes against them have more since doubled. It is not a surprise since people seem to relate being a ‘good’ Jew to being a Zionist. Other minorities like trans youth under sixteen in England and whales now must go through everything that goes with puberty on top of not wanting to have the body you cuntly have all because TERF’s and conservatives do not think puberty blockers should be available to them. At this point I genuinely think they want trans kids dead, how could you not see that the benefits of puberty blockers far out way the potential consequences. If puberty blockers really where the target they would have taken them of the shelfs completely, but they did not do that did they? They just restricted the rights of an already marginalised group more. Its not just trans kids but the fight for a third gender to finally get recognised is still waging on despite it being a battle since 2018. The government petition has been signed 136,000 times demanding non-binary finally be recognised as a valid gender in the eyes of the law. I hope I can get recognised as well as everyone else. It may not seem a big deal to some of you reading this but it is to thousands. Especially the people who want to go on hormones and medically transition. Because right now I and many other people are restricted and not allowed to get that service. If you are in the UK and you are of age, I urge you to signs the government petition. In other news the conservatives are just now getting to outlawing conversion therapy three years after they announced they would do so. It just shows how the party is not on target. On the topic of not on target let us talk about the increasing number of racial minorities becoming homeless because of lack of funding to their communities. Since the conservatives got into power in the 2010 racial minorities now make up 40% of all homeless despite being only 15% of the current population. It really shows how much they care about anyone who is not white. Yet people like my gran will continue to say they are doing enough for these underfunded communities.

the tory party really has nothing going for them, they are certainly not for the working class, they cannot solve homelessness and they do not give two fucks about minorities. To think anyone would vote form them is just amazing. Its fucking stupid to believe that they are anything but a bunch of rich shites dawdling around and thinking up ways to get more money into their pockets. To end this really all over the place essay, if you vote tory you are a massive twat.

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mymelodyheart · 4 years

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Forget Me Not Chapter 3 ~Frankly Speaking~

Lallybroch always made Claire's heart lighter, and no matter where her travels took her, it was still home she looked most forward to. Her inheritance from uncle Lamb enabled her to travel, which he inspired in her when she was a child. Forever grateful to Brian and Ellen for taking her into their family, she offered part of her inheritance from her parents and uncle, to put towards the restoration of the hotel. Despite Brian's initial unwillingness to accept Claire's gift, which was deemed totally unnecessary, she had insisted on end until they had to finally succumb. She had been too stubborn to let go of the matter, and told them, she'll never wholly be part of the family unless they accepted her contribution. Now home at last and soon working for the family business, she couldn't be any happier.

"That was bloody gorgeous," Claire gushed, grinning at Jamie, as she cleaned her plate, eating every morsel of the Raspberry Mille Feuille with relish, including the garnish meant for decorative purposes. It was a favourite treat that Jamie had made, especially for her homecoming.

"Watch yer language, young lady!" scolded Ellen gently, her disapproving look quickly turning into amusement as she watched her foster daughter finished the dessert with enthusiasm.

Claire's penchant for swearing was acquired from time spent with her uncle Lamb at archaeological sites during summer holidays before he died. No amount of admonishment nor threats of her mouth being washed with lye soap by Ellen put an end to the habit.

"Sorry ma...everything was just so delicious," Claire apologised in a muffled voice, mouth still full with pastry and raspberry. "Absolutely fabulous homecoming - I'm so terribly spoiled. I should go away more often. And Jenny, the Beef Wellington was divine. I don't understand why you don't want to work in a restaurant. You're a fabulous cook, and you can give Jamie and Willie a run for their money with your talent," Claire said, her eyes twinkling as she winked at her foster brothers.

Jenny smirked feeling pleased, as she had always taken pride in feeding and taking care of her siblings. She hoped one day when she and her fiance Ian Murray are finally wed, she would have many children to take care of. "Did ye hear that, laddies?" Jenny eyed her brothers. "Good thing I didn't join the family business and become yer head chef. Not that Murtagh isna doin' a fabulous job, but home-cooked classical dishes are still the best, instead of those fancy cooking ye lads learn at yer swanky school."

Everyone on the large family table laughed, and Claire sat back and watched in contentment as the quibbles, banter and sallies carried on. Even Geillis had joined in with the raillery, and she was glad her friend mingled easily with her family with no awkwardness. That's not surprising though, as hospitality and conviviality were what the Frasers were known for whenever guests graced Lallybroch.

Ever since stepping into the threshold of the Frasers home earlier, Claire was engulfed with familiarity and belonging, but somehow, she couldn't shake the feeling that somehow something had changed. It didn't take long to figure out what was different - she knew it was Jamie. He was no longer the gangly and ungainly lad that left Lallybroch for France six years ago. Although they had kept in touch regularly, it was the first time they had seen each other in years.

When Claire first laid eyes on Jamie at the platform of the train station earlier, her breath had hitched. She was caught unaware of how much he had physically changed. He was broader, taller, and his body gym-honed, as a result of his daily workouts. Claire had always known Jamie liked to keep fit but seeing the result of his discipline was another thing. She was flummoxed by the newfound awareness of him as a man and how devastatingly handsome he looked. Although he had held her in his arms before in his brotherly way when they were younger, somehow being held by him at the train station was different. The feel of him was conflicting with her childhood memories, and it made her confused as unfamiliar sensations arose in her. Now, more than ever, she was conscious of everything that was Jamie, and every time he looked directly into her eyes, strange flutterings sprouted from her belly causing her to feel warm and tingly all over.

At one point during dinner, she had unconsciously glanced at his lips as he sipped his wine, noting the few days' bristles of his beard, and she allowed her mind to wonder how many girls he had kissed. When her gaze eventually went to his eyes, she was mortified that he caught her staring. Looking away in embarrassment, Claire mentally scolded herself for thinking such things, and she thought, how appalled Jamie would be if he knew what was going through her mind. She tried to dismiss the strange sensations triggered by his presence as silly musings of those of teenage girls'. But it was futile as he was constantly nearby and just like when they were younger, he was tactile and demonstrative with his affections. Brotherly love, that's all it is and nothing more , Claire thought.

She was brought back from her reverie when her phone beeped and buzzed.

"No phones on the dining table...ye ken the rules, Claire," Brian reminded his foster daughter, throwing a stern look her way.

Geillis' prying eyes, having a mind of their own, wandered onto Claire's phone screen which was placed on her friend's lap. She saw the name, bold and clear as the screen was swiped to read the message. "Oooh, it's from Frank!" she announced inadvertently in a soft voice, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Frank? Frank Randall?" Willie glanced at Claire with an arched eyebrow.

Claire felt the heat creep up her face, as she never told anyone, apart from Geillis, that she had been in contact with Frank ever since that one summer when they met for the first time since leaving school. She had been secretly in love with him for as long as she can remember and had arranged to meet up once she was back home.

Jamie leaned closer even though he was sat next to her. "Sassenach, why does Frank have yer number?"

"Are ye seeing a lad?" Brian piped in, now curious and attentive to the conversation, as Claire was the only one in the family who haven't brought home a special someone.

"Och Claire, ye're blushing, dear...so ye have a boyfriend?" Ellen joined in, beaming. "Ye should invite him for dinner so we can all get to know him."

"Ma! He was a prick back in school!" Willie blurted, giving Claire a disapproving look.

"Language lad!"

"So, is he yer secret boyfriend?"

"Sassenach?"

"Is it a date and if so, why is he no' picking ye up?"

"Ye have a boyfriend?"

Jenny didn't utter a word, but her head snapped back and forth, watching the interrogation like she was watching a tennis match. And Geillis' only answer to Claire's frown was "Ooops."

"I don't have a boyfriend, alright!" Claire snapped, sounding a tad bit terse than she intended to. "He's an English guy who went to the same school as Jamie and me, and we're just texting. I'll be meeting with him in the pub later."

Everyone was silent for a few seconds until Jamie spoke up. "Sassenach, I'll drive ye to the pub...it's getting late, and it's dark."

"No, Jamie, I can go to the pub myself. I'm a big girl now, and I don't need a chaperone. Besides, Geillis is coming with me," she replied impatiently, trying to hide her mounting irritation of being put into a spot like a schoolgirl caught doing something she shouldn't.

"I am?" Geillis sounded happy at the prospect of going to the pub. She had always loved going out.

Claire nodded to Geillis, giving her a warning scowl to zip it.

"Claire! Jamie is just offering to drive ye to the pub. We all know you can take care of yourself..." Willie joined in, asserting his position as the older brother.

"I was going to the pub meself, so I thought I'd drive ye..." Jamie added, the furrows on his forehead deepening.

"How convenient!" she muttered, regretting her reply immediately. Jamie had always been nothing but sweet to her and Claire wondered why she was feeling guilty that he knew she was off to see Frank.

"What's that supposed to mean? And why are ye upset?" Jamie asked.

"I'm not upset!" she retorted, giving him a pointed glare. In actual fact, she felt unsettled, and she doesn't know why she should feel that way. Her family was just curious.

"Yes, ye are! How long have ye been texting Frank?" Jamie remarked, his face devoid of any expression.

Usually, able to read Jamie's mind, Claire wondered what he was thinking. It made him harder to read when his gaze is so intense that she daren't hold them for long.

"Da?!?" Claire looked at Brian imploringly, looking for support. She daren't glance at Ellen as she knew there would be questions in her eyes. And the last thing she needed was having to explain to her family who and what Frank was. It was no one's business!

Brian let out a sigh as he dug out his car keys from his trouser pocket and tossed it at Claire. "Here, lass, take my car. Right, lads...back off now. The lass is right. She doesn't need any of ye hovering about especially if she's seeing a boy...that's her affair. She'll tell us when she's ready."

Catching the keys, Claire quickly slipped out of her chair and went to Brian to give him a thankful hug and a kiss. "Thanks, da." And before anyone could say anymore, she quickly left the dining room, signalling Geillis to follow suit.

"Mind, if ye have too much to drink, call one of the lads or a taxi. Don't want ye drinking and driving..." Brian shouted after Claire.

"Aye da, will keep that in mind," she shouted back, mimicking his accent, as Claire ran up the stairs with Geillis in tow.

..........

Jamie felt like he was punched in the gut when he found out Claire was meeting Frank at the pub after dinner. What he thought of his adolescent infatuation towards his foster sister as long dead and buried, had resurrected in full force as something more astronomical and immense. It was no longer an innocent teenage crush with dreams of holding hands, gentle kisses on the cheek and sharing a tub of ice cream, but something more deep-seated that was awakening inside him. Perhaps, it had been there all along, and distance and absence had prevented him from dwelling on his yearnings. When he had held Claire in his arms at the train station, he felt a pleasant stirring, and he so wanted to bury his face in her neck and feel the thrumming of her pulse against his lips. Claire had pressed her forehead against his as she told him how much she missed him, and if Willie and Claire's friend hadn't been there, he might have been tempted to kiss her.

But then there's Frank. Damn him to hell and back. He should have gone back to where he came from after he finished school, but instead, his family had stayed, and Frank went to study law in Edinburgh. Claire would undoubtedly like that about him, her being an intelligent girl and all. If memory served him right, she had told him a long time ago, she preferred the tall, dark and handsome type, and now, Frank was an academic, to boot. To make matters worse, he was no longer the reprobate that he used to be. He was actually a nice guy, and after his pupillage, he was on his way to becoming a barrister and most probably a successful one too.

For as long as Jamie could remember, he and Claire had no secrets. Even when he was in France, and she, in Switzerland, there were nights when they would talk on the phone for hours on end. She never broached the subject about boyfriends or relationships in her life, and when he did ask, he had waited with bated breaths for her answer. Her response was always, "I haven't found anyone special yet." If he was perfectly honest with himself, he dreaded the day when Claire would announce she was seeing someone. So, it must have been Frank all along all these years. How could he compete with someone that Claire was wholeheartedly devoted to? But on the other hand, unlike Frank, Jamie knew her like the back of his hand; he understood her fears and weaknesses, he could tell when something was bothering her, and the world wasn't right, he accepted and appreciated her flaws as perfections and endearing, he remembered all her favourites and dislikes. And most of all, he wasn't going to stand back and let some English sod steal his Sassenach right under his nose.

Jamie looked at the grandfather clock as he heard a car parked on the gravelled driveway. It was past midnight already. As he hadn't been able to sleep, he decided to watch a movie in the family TV room, which was once their playroom when they were kids. He got up and poured himself a treble measure of whisky before settling once again on the sofa. He could hear Claire and Geillis giggling as they made their way up the stairs. Half an hour later, the door opened.

"Jamie?" Claire walked in, wearing one of his old shirt and thick, red woolly socks. "I hope you don't mind...I went to your room and took one of your shirts. I've never been a jammies person."

He smiled and patted the sofa next to him before getting up. "Fancy a whisky?"

Claire nodded as she padded over to the sofa and slipped under the quilt Jamie had been using to keep warm. It was a cold night, and he hadn't bothered putting the fire on. "What are you watching?"

"Just flipping channels...nothing exciting," he replied, handing Claire a tumbler with a double measure of Lagavulin, before settling next to her under the quilt. Jamie knew she liked her whisky peaty.

"Jamie, sorry about earlier. I acted like a brat. I have no idea what came over me..." Claire started as she turned to face him, tucking her feet beneath her.

"It's alright, Sassenach." Jamie raised his glass. "Here, slàinte mhath and welcome back home," he said softly. "So, how was yer night out?"

"It was alright...it was great to see a few familiar faces. I talked to Frank, but he had to leave early because of some emergency at home. We're meeting tomorrow morning again for coffee." Claire shrugged as she swigged her whisky with an audible gulp.

"That's nice. So ye still fancy the lad?" He was swirling his glass and looking into the oaky liquid.

"If you mean if I'm in love with him... I don't know...well, I don't think so. I thought I was, until tonight. I've grown up loving the notion of being in love, and when you're finally faced with the object of your fantasy, reality doesn't really do it justice, does it? But I do like him, and he's changed a lot. And he seems to like me, so we'll see how it goes. I guess I've changed... people change, you know...just like Frank."

Jamie let out a deep breath he'd been holding in for long. He didn't want to look at her lest he revealed the jealousy he felt towards Frank. "I've changed too ye ken, but at the same time, I'm still me."

"Jamie as I said people change and those changes are more noticeable, especially you haven't seen them for ages. But what I don't want to change is what we have between us...I think what we have is pretty special."

This time Jamie shifted from his position and turned to face her. "Aye, Sassenach, what we have between us is quite extraordinary. What I want ye to know is, what I feel towards ye and what I know I have with ye, will never change. I promise ye that. Best ye don't forget."

Claire smiled for the first time since walking into the room. She put down her tumbler on the coffee table and arms wide open, she beckoned, "Friends again?"

Jamie rolled his eyes as he reached out and gathered her to his side, laying her head on his chest before kissing the top of her head. "Sassenach, ye clown. Of course, we're always that. Now shall we watch a movie?"

Claire snuggled closer, pulling the quilt around them and wrapped her arms across Jamie's middle. "Alrighty, you choose as long as it's not a war film," she replied, settling in a more comfortable position.

Twenty minutes later, the door opened. It was Jenny. "Hul-loh, ye two. I thought I might find ye here."

Claire raised her head from Jamie's chest, drowsily. "Oh hello, Jenny, want to join us? Enough space on the sofa."

"Och no, I'm going to bed. I just wanted to ask ye both if you'd like to go out for dinner tomorrow night? Ian had Italian in mind. I've asked Willie and Geillis already, and they said they're coming. So what say ye two?"

"Sassenach, fancy Italian tomorrow and maybe bowling after?" Jamie asked, smiling as her head bobbed, realising she must have fallen asleep.

Claire nodded. "That would be lovely... sounds fun."

"That's fab, it's a date then. Good night ye two!" Jenny winked before closing the door.

By then, Jamie sensed Claire had nodded off to sleep as she let out a faint snore. He pulled her closer to his side, relishing in her warmth and the feel of her body so close. Jamie tried to concentrate on the film and dispel thoughts of what Claire's nearness was doing to him. He wished she didn't look so damned provocative, wearing only his shirt. Part of her appeal was that she was so unaware of her own allure and charms. As Claire shifted, muttering incoherently, Jamie knew he was on a very short tether, strained and taut, that was likely to snap any moment. He needed badly to refill his glass with a good measure of whisky but didn't want to disturb Claire's slumber. He was just at the point when he was getting uncomfortably strained when the door opened again. It was Willie this time.

"Oh, it's ye both, I thought someone left the lights on," Willie whispered as he noticed Claire sleeping on Jamie's arms.

"Listen, Willie, can ye do me a favour and carry Claire to bed. I have an awful cramp on my leg and can't stand. I dinna want to disturb her."

"Aye, nae bother."

Willie lifted Claire effortlessly in his arms before saying good night to his younger brother.

The moment Jamie heard the door closed upstairs, he quickly got up and poured himself another treble measure of whisky or maybe more, and downed it in one go. Christ Sassenach, ye'll be the death of me!

#melodyheart #forgetmenot #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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fakesurprise · 4 years

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Hiding From Mistakes

(For context: Jay was unable to interact with @feverfewm for a couple of days; it turned out to be an issue caused on my end by accident. @randomlyjay has - other views on that :))

There are mistakes that are unforgivable. The thing about a crime is that it can be understood. There are many things that can be forgotten, but there are some that should never be.

The Wasting is not a forest. It is the place dark woods dream of, the grey every human sees behind a mirror. Every human dreams of the Wasting, sometime, though not by any name. To name something gives it power.

There is a fox, because Reynard Fox is outside the power of the Wasting. (This is not true, but the Wasting no longer touches him, so it is true enough.) He is very old, eyes bright with cunning that many can mistake as wisdom. His eyes glitter with cruel mockery, teeth bright flashes of ivory.

“You came here, by choice?” he asks.

“Boy isn’t out of the Wasting yet. Your adventure hasn’t begun. And – I needed a place to hide from Jay.”

Reynard Fox laughs, a cold yelp. “No one can hide from Jayseltosche. Not even the one who created him. Jay is – too large to be contained. Even I am contained, Josh. I wonder what that says about me?”

I eye the teeth of the fox. “... you’re complicated.”

“And Jay is not?”

“He is jaysome. That tends to pass beyond complicated.”

“Things are too simple for him. Including anger. Including being pissed off. Including needing revenge?”

I nod. I’ve been trying to think of a defense. I bought time for that, but time always comes at a premium.

Jay appears. The Wasting – fades, unable to exist in the same space as jaysome. His joy is furious, his innocence a blade as he glares up at me, all of eleven and with the furious certainty that comes with that.

“Hi!”

But he is still Jay, even if he means to be my doom. “Hi, Jay.”

“You did an oops,” he says, and his voice is almost as cold as his eyes.

“Jay. I. Look. @feverfewm has followed you and me for a long time. We’re fiends. You’ve had adventures with Muffin and Cookie and –.”

“And I didn’t. For. Two. Days.” He doesn’t raise his voice. Not even a little bit.

I shiver. “Tumblr did an ooops. We were notified when @feverfewm posted, and somehow that turned off. So I turned it back on while on mobile while under your account, and the notification and block option are close together on the screen. So you - blocked @feverfewm for a couple of days.”

“I wouldn’t do that. That’s not a binding a Jay does.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It was a mistake, and it has been fixed.”

“But you ran away. That’s the mark of an oops,” he says, even softer.

“Only in the sense that Charlie and Honcho have, to have other adventures,” I say quickly. “Sometimes one needs space to – come up with a truth a Jay will understand.”

Jayseltosche smiles, then. Not Jay at all, this smile.

The Wasting returns, a little bit. Reynard Fox does not, having buggered off quite wisely at Jay alone.

“I could have hid,” I said. “I could find a door, and end up in the home of your mother. Even you can’t go there.”

Jayseltosche does not so much as blink. “I don’t have the cute limits Jay does, and I can do many tricks. You think you can stop me with a fake surprise, or even a real one?”

“No. I don’t think you can be stopped. But you aren’t jaysome, like Jay is. You know I didn’t intend this to happen.”

“Yes. That doesn’t mean I care.”

“If you – there would be no more stories about Jay.”

“Other people will write them. Jay has moved beyond you. And I am not certain I want the stories where Jay becomes me. Should I be happy you created me?”

“No. But you should be. Sometimes shadows are more important than what they reflect.”

He pauses. Considers it shadow. Which waves. Jaysomely. “Clever.”

“I have my moments. Accidentally blocking @feverfewm on Jay’s account was not one of them.”

That wins an almost smile and then Jay blinks, frowns. “... so! I’ve decided you won’t get hugs from me for FOUR days!”

“...that seems fair.”

“Good!”

He vanishes.

I wonder if four days will become four hours. But I’m not about to ask.

#writing #prose #magician series #meta post #feverfewm

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thetortureartist · 5 years

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Introduction

About me . . .

I am a Dominant, Male, Feeder. . . . An artist, skilled in the areas of Sculpting, Drawing, Painting, Woodworking, Leatherworking Etc. I enjoy expressing my kinks and interests through my art and writing, as well as making my own BDSM equipment and toys.

I have been involved in the BDSM lifestyle, and BDSM community for over eighteen years. My kinks and interests include. . . . Curvy/Thick Girls, BDSM, Pregnant Girls, Enemas, Fat Girls, Feederism, Really Fat Girls, Inflation of all types, including, Fluids, Air, Cum, Food/Stuffing. Etc. . . . Pretty much anything that involves, or results in a girl having a big, round belly. . . . Extremely Fat Girls, Force Feeding, Teasing & Humiliation, Piggy Play, Corporal Play & Punishment . . . and many other related activities that would fall within the BDSM & Feederism lifestyles. . . . Oh . . . and did I mention that I like . . . FAT GIRLS??? . . . Honestly, I appreciate, and I am attracted to beauty in all shapes & sizes. . . . From "Average" to Extremely Huge.

While my "Real Life" involvement in BDSM goes back some eighteen-plus years. . . . My awareness of, and interest in it, has existed since I was very young . . . as early as eleven as I recall.

But my interest and attraction to Feeding and Fat Girls goes back even further . . . to when I was very, very young. I have had an obsession with Fat Girls, the act of feeding them, and making them fatter, almost as long as I can remember.

Both my interest in BDSM and Feederism existing long before I was aware of a sexual/arousal connection.

I can remember being as young as seven or eight. . . . Drawing cartoons of a very hungry girl going from one fast food restaurant to another. . . . Eating and eating . . . growing progressively fatter. . . . Her belly expanding against the table, and pinning her in the booth. . . . Her clothes gradually splitting at the seams. . . . Until finally, she ended up lying flat on her back, too fat and gorged full to move.

I also drew other cartoons of girls being forcibly fed and fattened . . . by usually unseen antagonists, or sometimes by machines. . . . Fed until they were incredibly huge and often perfectly round.

I kept those cartoons well hidden, and was always scared to death someone would find them. . . . I wish I still had those crude cartoons. . . . But sadly, they are long gone. . . . Having been destroyed at some point for fear of being discovered.

So you could say my perversion has been life long. . . . How or why I initially became exposed to it, or how these kinks and interests became so engrained in me I cannot say.

But I do remember . . . the 1937 Merry Melodies cartoon "Pigs Is Pigs" captivated me from the time I first saw it as a child. And it has stuck with me all my life. . . . It certainly contained themes of BDSM and Feeding. . . . Force Feeding against someones will to be exact.

The 1951 cartoon "Chow Hound" also sticks in my mind. . . . Particularly the end scene with the forced, funnel feeding.

So blame cartoons again if you must. . . . But I for one, am so glad someone decided to make those silly little cartoons all those years ago. . . . Though I am sure their intention was to tell a "moral lesson", rather than creating arousal . . . Ooops!

There is also the 1971 movie "Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory" . . . You know . . . the Blueberry Girl scene! . . . Yet another intended moral lesson gone awry. . . . Turned into a life-long perversion/kink for many out there.

But I am who I am. . . . I make no excuses for it . . . and I know there are many, many others out there . . . both male and female, just like me.

About my art and writing.

I am a perverse, imaginative individual, with a highly creative, extremely fertile mind. . . . I have countless thoughts and ideas, and enjoy expressing my kinks and perversions in the form of drawings, sculptures and written material. etc.

Over the years I have created these works primarily for my own personal enjoyment, and as a means of purging my thoughts and ideas, to make room for new ones. . . . When I come up with a thought or idea, it tends to stick with me until I do something with it. . . . So . . . sketching the idea out, or writing it down allows me to get it out of my head and recorded into some tangible form. . . . Thus leaving my brain free to create other new ideas.

Unfortunately most of this material exists only in the form of sketchy outlines, disconnected scenarios and ideas, rough sketches or doodles. Most of it not developed enough for any kind of public dissemination.

Often times I may work at something, getting it partially developed . . . then, Real Life issues or some new idea interferes, and draws my attentions elsewhere. Some of these ideas may often sit for months . . . or in some cases, years before I come back to them.

Recently, I have been trying to bring some of these works to the point of completion. And I have decided to finally post some of these publicly for the enjoyment of those who are like minded . . . and share my particular kinks.

However, my Real Life / work situation often leaves me very little time for these indulgences . . . an hour here . . . thirty minutes there. So postings may be few and far between. . . . But, I do have a few works nearing completion, and will post when I can.

I am posting on Tumblr first. . . . I had set up a Tumblr account some time ago with the intention of starting to post there. . . . But then Tumblr had their morality implosion. . . . Though I do still see such material being posted there . . . having to scroll through their dashboard to look at stuff is a fucking pain in the ass.

So I was going to use Twitter . . . as it seemed to be the place to where most have gravitated. . . . But discovered while it is well suited for the posting of pictures . . . it is not well suited for the posting of longer writings.

I have also had a Deviant Art account for many years . . . but never have posted anything there. . . . Turns out, Deviant Art isn't as “deviant” as they profess to be. . . . I am not fond of their censorship practices.

There are other places to post this sort of material . . . but for now, Tumblr seems to be the place to start. . . . I may also cross post to Deviant Art to see what happens. . . . If I do post material anyplace else, I will post appropriate info and links.

By no means do I consider myself a "writer". . . . My writing is crude at best. But let's face it, I am not attempting to write the next best seller, or block buster film here. This is masturbation material! . . . Fatty Porn . . . Fatty-rotica if you will. . . . If my writing manages to make some cocks hard, and some pussies wet . . . well then . . . mission accomplished!

This material is not for everyone. . . . It is intended for “mature” adults only. . . . If you ARE NOT interested in such subject matter, please go elsewhere! . . . There are countless diversions on the internet to entertain you.

For those who are incapable of understanding or accepting this sort of material. Who seek it out purely for the "Freak Factor", and "Shock Value". . . . Who feel compelled to post comments telling me what a Sick Pervert I am . . . a Twisted Fuck . . . a Perverted Freak . . . that I am Fucked In the Head . . . Etc. Etc.

Thank you! . . . I am well aware of this. . . . I embrace it . . . I promote it . . . I live it . . . and I do my best to indulge it, nurture it and grow it every chance I get. ;)

So please don't waste your time and effort, or the time of those who do enjoy such material. . . . Just go find something that you enjoy, whatever it is, and focus your attentions there. . . . Trust me my friend . . . there will come a point in your life when you realize TIME is far to valuable to waste.

For those of you who ARE interested in such things . . . Please. . . . Enjoy!

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