#when a book is a joy to read all the other things tend to fall into place
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good writing's really worth about a hundred other things
#i'm reading a non lpw dorothy sayers novel and the thing is#i am reminded yet again how much good writing matters to me#when a book is a joy to read all the other things tend to fall into place#(not always. but it is much harder for me to excuse poor writing than to excuse poor plot for example)#allie talks
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Cw: afab reader, reader gets called girl, degradation, oral f receiving, mentions of geto, please don’t confuse this with real love lol, dub con in a way, please read the warnings, 1.3k words
Gojo x reader
Bully Gojo who loves the look on your face when you’re on the verge of tears. He’ll do anything he can just to see you pouting with tears brimming your eyes. Him and Geto make it their job to see you on the verge of breaking down almost every day. Geto not as much as Gojo though. Gojo likes to take things far, sometimes too far. He likes to watch you beg for your things back jumping up and down to grab it when he holds it above your head knowing you’d never reach it. The way your tits look bouncing as you jump makes him feral. Geto tends to watch and mock your pleads from the sidelines. He loves to slap the books out your hand and watch you bend over to pick them up revealing the pink panties you wear. The pair enjoy watching with tilted heads and an identical smirk. His favorite thing to do is bother you in class when he finally gets you all to himself. He picks and bothers you the entire class pleased with how you sit with a frustrated look plastered on your face yet making no move to call for the teacher. He loves that about you. He can do whatever he wants and you’ll just take it.
“What are you thinking wearing this short skirt to school?” he smirks staring at you with his head in the palm of his hand.
His fingers play with the hem of your skirt occasionally dipping underneath to brush against your thigh too close to your core.
“Don’t tell me you were trying to impress some boy?” he laughs attracting a few stares from others in the class.
You push his hand away suddenly embarrassed.
“I’m not-” you start.
“I can’t believe my Y/N-chan is such a nasty girl” he chuckles lowly “You probably like getting stared at, bending over to pick up your books, swaying your hips when you walk. How slutty.”
You want to melt into the desk, a mix of embarrassment and frustration suddenly capturing your tongue. You want to defend yourself and explain that this was the only skirt you had left but your mind is too caught up in him calling you ‘his’. You turned away from him not wanting him to see the tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. His words sting yet you can’t help the warmth that flows through your body as his fingers dance against your thigh.
“You too good to talk to me now?” his voice feigns innocence as he leans over to see your face and lets out a gasp. His face is full of joy watching the tears glide down your cheeks.
“You crying?” he laughs
You push him away and quickly wipe the stray tear.
“How silly”
It’s the last thing he says to you for the rest of the class. Once class is over you rush to the door not paying attention to how is eyes follow you with pure hunger.
Gojo is quick to find you at the end of the school day. The same devilish smirk playing on his lips as he grabs your books walking away.
“Gojo” you yell after him in the half empty hall.
“Come get it since you want it so bad” he doesn't even look at you as he walks around the corner.
You follow with a huff. Your feet stomp around the corner only to see him entering a dark classroom.
“Gojo stop playing around” anger begins to boil in you.
You stomp into the classroom to see him sitting on a desk reading your notebook. You’re quick to run over snatching the book from him.
“It’s not nice to snatch” he hums getting up from the desk and walking closer to you. With each step he takes towards you you take one back from him.
“You have really nice handwriting by the way” he smirks.
You back into a desk and Gojo closes in on you leaving you with nowhere to go.
“And that was a really nice doodle of me”
He was now close enough to feel the way you let out shaky breathes. His hand move under your thighs to lift you onto the desk.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
His finger glides against your jaw line to your chin lifting your head to look at him.
“Who would’ve thought these panties were getting so soaked from being pushed around” his tone was teasing.
His hand slid under your skirt coming close to your heat. Your breathes were coming out shaky. You want to speak but the feeling of his hand inching closer to your core leaves you stuck.
“Spread your legs for me let me see how nasty you really are?” he chuckles helping you to spread your legs wider. His hand pull your skirt back to reveal your panties. There’s lust filling his eyes. His hands pull your panties down watching a string of slick follow like syrup.
“Oh you really are a freak” he laughs “Look at that” his wide eyes gaze at the damp panties before slipping them into his pocket.
His hands wrap around your face pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss is rough and filled with hunger. Its wet, with teeth but it leaves you desperate for more. He pulls away dragging you to the edge of the desk.
“Let’s see if your taste as good as you look” he says kneeling to your core.
Gojo’s tongue slides between your folds earning him a low mewl from you. You let out a deep sigh. His tongue feels warm, something you’ve never felt before. He licks at your clit hungrily. He’s needy for you. His groans vibrate against you. He’s messy sloppily lapping at your pussy. Loud sounds fill the room and you can only hope the halls are empty.
“Please” you’re cut off by your own moan.
Your hands move to grip his hair pushing his face deeper into your warmth. Gojo makes no rejections. If you want him you can have him. He presses wet kisses everywhere
“Such a needy slut” he moans as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh “ Practically fucking begging for me” he growls.
You would’ve never thought that you would have the Satoru Gojo between your legs devouring you like it was his last meal.
“Say my name” he demands as he licks long trails up and down your folds.
“Tell me how much you love having my tongue fuck you like this.”
Gojo is greedy for you. He’s desperate to have you in every way possible. He’d never admit that to you though. For now he’s content with you being his sweet little fuck toy to use whenever he pleases. Your pleads fill the room. Any composure you have left is completely gone. Your moans filled the room as you desperately clng onto Gojo whining about how good he’s making you feel. Your moans are music to his ears. Something he has been craving to hear for so long. He can’t stop himself,not even when your shaking, crying out his name begging him to slow down. He pulls away breathing heavy watching the way you try to catch your breath. It’s a perfect sight. You can barely stop shaking, your heart feels like its beat a thousand beats per second.
“You really are a nasty girl aren’t you” he chuckles as he stands to be eye level with you.
“Made a mess all over my face” he brings you in for another kiss this time soft and quick.
“Gotta go Suguru is gonna kill me for being this late” he chuckles as he walks aways leaving you in the dark classroom. He turns to you giving a menacing smile.
“I cant wait to see how messy you get for us next time”
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Hello everyone! Thank you so much for following me, its my first time sharing about my twst ocs so I’ll give it a shot ✊
Warning: Hallucinations 🙇♀️
Alison Wondre
School: Royal Sword Academy
Favourite food: Cookies
Pastime: Reading children’s books, Daydreaming
Family: Mother, Father, Older sister
Role: Head of Alice/Wonderland dorm
Alison is a second year student at RSA and dorm head. Unlike Riddle who upholds rules, Alison is the polar opposite of him in every way.
Alison adopts a carefree and playful attitude, he enjoys teasing uptight people until they blow (like Riddle).
He tends to mention strange things like how he saw some singing flowers the other day or his craving to take a bite out of a bread-and-butter-fly. From the way he dresses to his wild, childish imagination its no surprise that many students believe he’s gone mad. But it is agreeably fitting for someone who is head of the Alice/Wonderland dorm.
Backstory:
Alison has an older sister whom he adores greatly and spends most of his time with. When he was a young boy, he didn’t listen to his sister’s heeding to not stray off from the path and ended up falling into a deep hole in a forest. He slowly started hallucinating monsters and cried himself to sleep, wishing he had listened to his sister. Thankfully, the authorities found him a few days later and he was sent to a hospital.
However, it was clear that Alison became an entirely different person after the incident. He began telling his sister stories about funny creatures he had met during his “adventure” which was rather worrying to her. While Alison was in the hospital for a few months,he picked up several children’s picture books which he still brings around with him in school till this day. As he grew older his imagination became wilder as he forgets the fine line between reality and his “wonderland”. He takes afternoon naps to “meet his friends”. Its a given rule to never wake him up.
Of course despite his eccentric character, Alison is still a caring and reliable leader when he needs to be(just that he conveys it in his own ways). He will not hesitate to listen to a fellow dorm mate’s worries and give vague advice, hoping they can figure out the riddle. He encourages them to “stay curiouser and curiouser” as life becomes a little more colourful that way when you experience new things. When it comes to thinking out of the box, no one can beat Alison to it.
Relationships
Riddle
Alison finds joy in teasing serious individuals, namely Riddle, until they throw a tantrum. He doesn’t mind getting the magic collar so as long as he can poke fun at the red haired queen. In serious situation, Alison would cooperate with Riddle and provide creative solutions.
If both of them share a similarity, it would be the fear of being held back and stuck in a dark place alone. Like Riddle who grew up having to follow his mother’s rules and forbidden to see his friends, Alison can somewhat share the same pain as he is still afraid of not waking up and/or seeing his sister again because of his ignorance in the past.
Chenya
Alison is generally carefree around others, but when it comes to this cunning cheshire cat he will not waste a single second to curse him. Many students find it strange how two eccentrics from the same dorm can never get along. Alison finds Chenya a nuisance who disrupts his afternoon naps, often pestering him. In addition, Chenya always gives Alison close-to-useless advice even when the latter didn’t ask for any. Guess its like a taste of his own medicine 😂
While the two do not get along, they are always seen together in school bickering nonsense. Sometimes Chenya would purposely wake Alison up from his nap to share about the strawberry tart he stole from his two childhood friends, the sleepy blonde would just doze off back to dreamland while nodding his head.
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Well, I think that is all I can share about Alison! I hope you will like him too, thank you to those who have loved him since the beginning!! Talking about my children is fun ☺️
Until next time!
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He's Becomes a Dad || Part 2/2
Part 1
Pairing: Twilight, Warrior, Sky, Wild x Reader
Overview: Congratulations, you're new parents 🎉 Some of the Links are prepared. Others...might need a moment to gather themselves. But rest assured! At the end of the day, they're all going to get a handle on this whole dad thing.
Warning: Mentions of miscarriages for Sky's section. Nothing to detailed, but it's there so beware 🙅♀️
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It's never been a surprise to you that Twilight would want kids of his own. He never even had to say it aloud, you could just read that look in his eyes whenever playing with the village children. It was a wordless yet ever so contagious request: I want this. And how were you to deny him? Just look at him!
Simply put, children were a top priority of yours almost as soon as you married. It didn't take long for you to become pregnant either (not with Twilight's fierce passion and your shared disinterest towards 'waiting'). Regardless, there were still many tears shed when you found out - all happy, of course, as your husband spun you around in his arms while you both laughed giddily in between quick kisses.
Let's get this straight: Twilight is prepared-prepared. Ordon is that type of close-knit community where everyone helps raise each other's kids, so despite this being his first rodeo as a new dad himself, he has plenty of experience taking care of youngsters. As a ranch-hand, he's also perfectly accustomed to the whole birthing process, having hand-delivered more baby goats than he can count, so don’t worry, nothing about the ‘less glamorous’ sides of pregnancy scare him.
With that being said, Twilight doesn't stress too much aside from the normal concerns about your health, after all he recognizes that not every pregnancy is the same for every woman, but that's exactly why he makes it his personal mission to ensure your comfort.
Feeling particularly ill? He'll make you all the tasty pumpkin soup you could ask for which, believe it or not, works wonders for an upset stomach. Just having a bad day? He'll happily let you cuddle with Wolfie to help you relax. Restless? He'll take you on a horse ride no matter the hour and if you're too far along in your pregnancy to climb onto Epona, a simple walk to Ordon's spring will do since that's the perfect spot to soak your sore body. Twilight is no above carrying you there himself if you ask.
Trust that your every worry is always smoothed; Twilight is there to reassure you no matter how 'little' the problem. Have concerns he can't speak on as a man? He'll happily go ask one of the other village women for you if you're too embarrassed to do so yourself, in fact this guy's already been talking Rusl and Uli's ears off for advice since day one. He doesn't want to leave a single thing to chance regardless of how confident he already feels which is probably why there's a stack of parenting books on his nightstand. Did he clear the shelves in Castle Town? Probably.
You're pretty sure that Twilight already had a 'go-bag' put together before the end of your first trimester, although he’d add to it like a paranoid squirrel up until your due-date. Curious, you had gone through it one day just to get a hint of how overboard he might've gone. Diapers, snacks, blankets, comfortable clothes for you, more parenting books...He does realize you're doing a home birth, right? Most of this stuff he could just grab from the cabinet if needed, but it's sweet that he's trying to be organized.
It isn’t really news to anyone that Hyrule’s heroes tend to land on the quieter side and usually Twilight isn’t much different…There’s a key word in there because you’re quite certain he hasn’t actually shut up since the second you told him you’re pregnant. He can hardly keep his excitement to himself! Oh, but it’s adorable, especially on those nights when he’ll fall asleep mumbling about his joy all while using your swollen stomach as a pillow. It makes your heart swell every time.
When you eventually go into labor, Twilight doesn’t show much outward panic if he has any at all, however he does feel incredibly terrible to watch you go through it without any relief. He feels absolutely useless while unable to take away your suffering the way a good husband should, so to make up for it, he does his utmost best to be your rock during those long hours, talking you through each painful contraction and doing everything in his power to distract you. Back rubs, walks around the house, whispers of sweet nothings…He’s by your side well into the night, keeping it up until it finally comes time to start pushing.
He definitely was not going to say it while you were going through the motions because he’d like to keep his head, but human and goat births are pretty much the same thing minus the actual cursing. He’s in his element then, knowing exactly what to do to ensure a safe delivery for mama and baby. His movements are almost automatic, trained by years of practice as he cleans the little one off before taking the time to admire them fully.
Are you shocked that Twilight is teary eyed? Not at all. Are you upset that he almost forgets about you entirely for a second because he’s so entranced by the baby? Also no, since you need a moment to catch your breath anyway. Don’t worry, though, he does eventually pass you your son reluctantly before hovering at your side with possibly the widest grin you’ve ever seen on the man since your wedding day.
The rest of the night is calm from there on, filled with quiet whispers and cooing as you both take turns partaking in skin-to-skin contact with your baby. Will you be doing this again soon? You’re probably going to need a decent break to recover, but just know that your husband is absolutely ready whenever you are. In the meantime, expect to be showered in endless love and affection because you deserve it for the priceless gift you’ve given him.
Your relationship with Warrior has always been ‘slow moving’ if compared to most other couples’. For starters, while he may have a formidable reputation for being a supposed lady's man, all that 'skill' of his would go flying out the window whenever faced with your presence, so it took some time (and maybe a near-death experience) for any confessions to be made. In his defense, you're a very beautiful and strong woman who happened to be one of his superiors during most of the war, so please excuse him for usually being awed into silence whenever you showed even an ounce of interest in ‘lil ol’ him. His brain would literally become a windows error.
Even after Warrior did finally find the courage to ask you out, your respected jobs and heavy workloads have often forced your relationship to be put on the back-burner. Marry you? Hylia knows he’s been DYING to! You’re already wearing the ring and everything, but it's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon and he'd rather wait a few extra years to enjoy the perfect moment rather than rush the whole ‘happiest-day-of-our-lives’ thing during a bad time.
Luckily for him, you've never needed a formal certificate to know you own his heart. He proves it to you in other ways every day from cheesy love letters to overly romantic dates during your rare off time, and while you normally adore being the sole subject of his affection, that's exactly how you ended up in this very situation.
You're both adults and as such you won't pretend to be innocent: This wasn't planned in the slightest. Your jobs can be quite chaotic, as previously addressed, so you just wanted to help your husband-to-be relax and destress a bit - nothing new for either of you in itself, although that particular evening would end up weighing heavily on your mind a few weeks later.
To be honest, when you first entered Warrior's office and instructed him to sit down with a stern voice that could rival Commander Impa's, he thought you must've finally grown tired of being engaged for several years, having come to him then to demand that he marry you sooner. Agreement was right on the tip of his tongue when you delivered the bombshell that you were pregnant instead.
Your tone was serious and expression calm, but Warrior knows you well enough to spot the hidden worry in your eyes. It’s justified, of course. Had either of you even discussed having kids before? He doesn’t think so. It’s not like having a baby is a bad thing, though. The idea of creating a small family with you is a pleasant one, it’s just…happening a lot sooner than preferred. You both would’ve liked more time to plan and prepare…but oh well. What’s done is done.
The real concern is will your jobs allow you both time off to take care of a baby? It's not like a war is currently going on, so Hyrule won't suffer too much from having two of its best captains sidelined, however what happens if that doesn't remain the case? What if war breaks out tomorrow or the day after? Warrior can’t let his pregnant fiancée fight in battles! What kind of husband and father would that make him?! But at the same time, is he just supposed to ask that you sacrifice your career in order to spare his? THAT’S NO BETTER!
...All things considered, you'd say Warrior handles the news far better than some might've. Yes, he begins to ‘slightly’ overthink things, although that's exactly why you had him sit down first. Calmly, you take his hand and tell him how things will be (your own way of offering comfort not only to him, but yourself as well). The bottom line is that if you could successfully fight Ganondorf’s army together, you can raise a child together, too. Really, how much harder can it be? You already have some minor experience being unofficial parents to little Time and Wind during the war. Just don't give your own children any magic masks or wind controlling devices and you should be golden.
Thankfully, many of Warrior’s initial fears are proven to be irrational during the earliest stages of your pregnancy. Everyone else was positively thrilled to hear the news and even Impa gave her congratulations, explaining to your fiancé’s relief that she’ll simply assign you more deskwork until it’s fit for you to return back to your normal duties. All he has to worry about in the meantime is making sure you actually take it easy; only a slightly difficult task considering your headstrong nature and insistence on not being ‘coddled’, but hey, if anyone can handle it, it’s the guy who’s hellbent on marrying your stubborn butt one day.
Warrior will admit that there were still some nights when he would nearly pull his hair out while doubting if he’s actually ready to be a dad, however the moment you officially being showing is the same moment he forgets all about any possible regrets and replaces them entirely with daydreams filled with not only his lovely wife, but also a little one who will hopefully think the absolute world of him. He already knows he’ll think of it of them.
Although you may feel a bit nervous towards the prospect of suddenly being parents, that doesn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t choose anyone else to go through this journey with. One look to your side and you’re certain of it. The way Warrior holds his son for the first time, newborn wrapped comfortably in his scarf and dad, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion after hours of labor yet the proud smile evident on his face nevertheless…You were right before: so long as you do it together, you’ll excel in this whole ‘parenting-thing’.
You had married young - almost as soon as you were able after graduating from the Knight Academy. To everyone else on Skyloft, you have always been the picture image of an ideal couple; the hero and his beloved princess who somehow manage to be completely and utterly smitten with each other even years later. To call Sky your husband is a blessing in itself and you consider yourself lucky every single day. There’s only ever been one problem with your relationship - one single complaint you can think of where neither of you are truly responsible: your lack of children.
When you first married, there was lots of talk, after all everyone was simply dying to know when the first generation on the Surface would be born. Your parents were eager for grandchildren and Zelda, your best friend, had way too much fun teasing you over the matter by expressing her 'surprise' that Sky had yet to give you a baby despite how 'passionate' he’s always been towards you (she would make sure to use those exact words, too).
Initially, you never minded anyone’s curiosity. It’s only natural to expect children from a newly wed couple. It's when that same couple reaches their third then sixth year of marriage without any trace of tiny feet or squealing laughter that those curious and well-meant questions grow quiet with unbearable pity, your shared excitement becoming shuttered sorrow.
At the start there was nothing to worry about. You were both young and not putting that much effort into it, so certain it wouldn't take long for your family to grow. Then the years began to pass and you would try everything the doctor recommended, but every test would still leave you as disappointed as the last. The absolutely worst form of despair came those few times you'd actually get your hopes up only to have them cruelly dashed a few months in.
What were you doing wrong? Sky would always hush your anxieties and do his utmost best to reassure you, however you knew by his own tears that your infertility hurt him just as much, especially when on those quieter nights, you'd suggest that perhaps you simply weren't meant to be parents - that the gods were just trying to tell you both something you were too stubborn to accept.
It's for that reason that you had such mixed emotions once finally able to fall pregnant again. You were optimistic deep down, however after six years of attempts and losses, you were wary to embrace too much joy right away which was shown in the way Sky held onto you for what felt like hours after you told him or how he slept each night with a hand on your stomach even in those early days, internally praying to the goddesses this would be the one.
A month passed...Then two...And three, and four…For once, you didn't feel sick aside from what was considered normal. Maybe a bit of high blood pressure the doctor kept a close eye on, but other than that he’d always tell Sky and you the same thing: they're healthy.
Even then, you’d say you remained extra cautious, not daring to eat nor do anything the doctor so much as hesitated against, however Sky was by far the worst when it came to worrying. As your husband, he considers your physical and mental well-being his personal responsibility, but as the father of your child? His work has doubled!
All chores were to be his alone so that you could rest. Any bout of sickness was closely monitored and tended to. His hand would remain on your stomach from beginning to end, although overtime it would be done less out of fear and more for the sake of bounding, often accompanied by his voice or the melody of his harp which he would happily play for you both whenever you were having a particularly difficult time falling asleep at night.
Now, you didn't dare tell anyone about your pregnancy during the first half, not wanting to deliver anymore bad news should it come, however once the remilit was out of the bag, you became the center of attention much to Sky's conflicted feelings. On one hand, you deserved it for all of your hard work growing a baby, but on the other, that overprotective dad-side of him couldn't help fretting over the vast number of harmful germs your guests could possibly be passing onto you and your unborn child. Did he make everyone wash their hands for ten minutes before visiting? Yes, yes he did.
Beyond being protective, Sky was also very emotional throughout the entire pregnancy maybe even more than you sometimes. He got teary-eyed after every doctor's appointment that confirmed the baby's development, while picking out names together, and even when you were yelling at him for something stupid because as far as he was concerned, you still looked so beautiful standing there with crossed arms and a round belly carrying his child. Oh, but none of that compared in the slightest to the tears that were shed when he actually held his daughter for the first time; that amount of waterworks could put the flood of Faron to shame!
Six years of waiting made you both lose hope. You assumed you’d never be able to have children of your own and even began to look towards other options such as adoption or simply living your lives childless forever…but the day your daughter was born was the day all your anxieties and doubts were finally put to rest. Now, as you cry happily with your husband, you can’t think of a single complaint towards your relationship; it’s officially as perfect as the precious little bundle in your arms.
Wild and you were still practically newlyweds when you gave him the 'thrilling' news. You were so happy to do so, too, barely able to bite back your excitement while watching your husband lift a small pair of baby pajamas out of a gift box. You were absolutely glowing as you eagerly awaited his reaction and all he could do was simply stare into space as his whole world came crashing down on top of him. Did he look horrified on the outside? He must've, because he swears he could’ve pinpointed the exact moment that shine in your eyes died, a frown etching its way onto your lips. What else was he supposed to do aside from fake a smile and embrace you, keeping you close to his chest so that your delight wouldn't be spoiled by his internal nervous breakdown?
Wild has zero right to be shocked. You had both been intimate (as tends to happen when you're married) not to mention you had made it perfectly clear from the start of your relationship that you would want a family one day. Judging on your eagerness towards the topic, it was never up for debate either; no kids would be a dealbreaker for you, so Wild had no choice but to quietly agree, too afraid to dare utter the truth or voice any hesitation because Hylia forbid you get the wrong idea and leave him.
He thought it would be harmless. Some couples remain married for years before any children follow and you weren't in any big hurry, so he figured he'd have plenty of time to get his act together until the day of your dreams arrived; he didn't think it would happen during your first year of marriage! ...Now he's really dug himself into a hole it's too late to try escaping from…
He’s almost said something - a few times actually. He knows it’s only fair and that as your husband, he owes you proper communication, but each time he opens his mouth, his mind curses him with the image of your sadness. What if you think he doesn’t want this at all? What if you think he hates the baby and hates you for being pregnant? What if you concluded he must want to leave you so you decide to beat him to the punch?!
…Okay, so Wild knows you aren’t going to just walk away. You’ve always been good at listening to his inner demons and acting as his strongest pillar of support, but that doesn’t change his fear that you might be hurt by whatever he has to say and he will not allow himself to ruin your own excitement.
In the years that he’s known you, he can’t say he’s ever seen you quite as happy as when you found out about your baby. He knows he should match that joy, too. Most men do. Hell, Twilight practically sent a five-page essay bragging about his wife's first pregnancy. Truth be told, Wild actually does feel happy. On his better days, he feels that flicker of pride and a hint of eagerness because a family with you honestly sounds wonderful. The problem is, in his mind, it isn't a question as to what he wants, but rather what he deserves.
So much has gone wrong in his past. It doesn’t matter how much you or anyone else assures him otherwise, it’s hard to shake the feeling that he failed Hyrule. He still suffers from so many nightmares and waves of guilt that he can’t properly put into words. You’re still having to shake him out of dazes and smooth his following sobs…How is he going to be a good dad and be there for his child when he can barely stand upon his own two feet like this?
Initially, Wild thought these feelings would go away; that’s why he never spoke them to you. He wanted so desperately to believe they wouldn’t linger, especially after you both got married. He lives in a peaceful world, has a nice home in a quiet village, a beautiful wife who adores him…He should’ve been able to move on from the Calamity already, so why hasn’t he? On his worst nights, it makes him wonder if he’ll ever be okay or if he’s just screwed you and the baby over by tying you both down to him.
These two sides of him - the hopeful and the pitiful - continue to battle for dominance inside Wild’s head throughout each step. Sometimes he’s genuinely smiling with you as you pick out baby names. Other times he’s sitting outside alone trying his damn hardest to remember any piece of his past that might make him feel at least a little better about his luck towards being a dad, preferably a time when he was actually good with kids or even had a family before.
Wild’s internal dilemma comes to a head one fateful night when he’s awoken to the baby’s distressing cries. He had honestly already been awake after a mild case of anxiety, but you on the other hand are tired, worn from nine long months of pregnancy and the early days of active motherhood. The last thing he wants is for you to lose out on precious rest (a rare gift these days), so leaping out of bed, he’s quick to reach the baby’s crib.
Unfortunately, Wild’s natural instincts seem to basically stop right there at the crib’s side. Hands hovering above, he tries his best to calm his daughter through whispered assurances and attempts at cooing the same way he’s seen you do. When that doesn’t work, he awkwardly picks her up, cuddling her close to his chest while quietly pleading at this point. Is she hungry? Does she need a diaper change? Did she have a nightmare? Whatever it is, if you wake up, you’ll take over and he’ll be left to stand aside feeling like he can’t even do the basic task of comforting his own child and -
- To his astonishment, his efforts actually work. It really must’ve been as simple as a nightmare because slowly, the baby falls silent, seemingly forgetting all about her troubles as she finds solace gazing up at her daddy with the widest blue eyes and a stuck-out tongue that can’t seem to keep itself in her mouth. It looks rather goofy, so Wild can’t help but chuckle, although the sound is soft as his heart melts under the attention she holds towards him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it’s almost like she’s looking at her entire world…
Maybe some would say this moment isn’t necessarily anything special, but for Wild, it’s everything. As if suddenly a pro, he’s able to rock the little beauty gently back to sleep, his pleas turning into words of admiration as he tucks her into bed. There, he continues to keep watch over her until he feels tired himself, all the while thinking: he might be broken from years of trauma, and he might not be the best husband or parent out there because of it, but that's not going to stop him from doing everything in power to be there for his princesses.
#linked universe x reader#linked universe#link x reader#legend of zelda#lu wild x reader#lu twilight x reader#lu warrior x reader#lu sky x reader#reader insert
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Genshin Characters and Hair
CHARACTERS: Albedo, Alhaitham, Amber, Itto, Kazuha, Zhongli + gn!reader
TAGS: headcanons, can be seen as romantic and platonic, alhaitham is probably ooc
SYNOPSIS: all things hair. playing with it, styling it. heck, what do they do with YOUR hair?
NOTES: after writing for diluc, I felt like I needed to do more stuff relating to hair. I’m willing to write more parts to this with other characters too.
ALBEDO:
if there’s one thing you’ve learned about albedo. it’s that his hair is really. really soft. and fluffy. you wonder what albedo uses to have such wonderful hair. is there a special conditioner out there? anyways sometimes albedo’s hair can get quite messy after a long day of research, and it’s then when you offer to do his hair back up for him. of course you do it out of kindness and to give albedo a break from his work, but you also do it as an excuse to touch his hair, so you can run your hands through it and admire how it feels like silk on your fingers, how when you’re done with it it sits so nicely and so perfectly even though you thought you did a bad job. it still looks great. and even if you sometimes get distracted and just play with his hair absent mindedly without htinking, albedo doesn’t mind, just sitting there quietly with a small smile on his face. wonderful.
of course, he’ll return the favour when he can, sitting you down somewhere and begins running a comb through your hair. you don’t know how he does it. he handkes tangled knots in your hair with such care and yet takes care of them with such ease and quickness you wonder if your hair was tangled up at all in the first place. he’s so gentle with it you find yourself nodding off as he works on it. you can’t help it, his hands working your hair was just to relaxing and soothing, the way he gently combs it has you falling asleep right there and then. he doesn’t mind, the finds it quite endearing, keeping your head upright so that your head doesn’t roll to the side and pull on your hair while he’s holding it. by the time you wake up, you’ve never has such untangled hair in your life. he even put it into a simple hairstyle for you. how nice.
ALHAITHAM:
you and alhaitham always have lots of moments together, and for various reasons too. sometimes youre both writing papers, or your both trying ot get away from annoying people and need a break, or you’re both reading a book and needed someplace quiet to read. although, between the two of you, you tend to be more distracted than alhaitham. why? well mostly because you’re not as disiplined as alhaitham, but you also can’t help but eye the little strand of hair that sticks out of your head. seriously, what is up with it? how does he get it like that? is it on purpose? you askes alhaitham such a question and he shrugged, saying that it just appears like that. heasitantly you reach out a fingle to wiggle it, and suddenly you’ve found a new source of joy (and distraction), twirling it around your fingers as alhaitham is working on his paper, though he eventually had to acknoledge the ticking sensation on his head as you keep playing with his mysterious hair stand. he doesn’t seem to mind, lowering his head so your arm wouldn’t get as tired.
of course, no way he wasn’t going to get some sort of “payback” for that. so the next time the two of you are reading together you are forced to stop when you feel a tug at your hair. without looking away from his book, alhaitham had taken a strand of it and has begun twirling it around his fingers, almost unconsiously. he only stopped when he had to turn his page, and then would pick up another strand and resume, rinse and repeat. somewhere along the way you stopped paying attention to it and you found yourself softly smiling whenever you did remember what he was doing with your hair. sometimes alhaitham would stop reading to admire your hair in his hands, but when he felt your head moving to look at him, his gaze would snap back to his book without a second thought. this has since become normal routine between the two of you.
AMBER:
recently the two of you have been conducting "experiments" together. you are no alchemist, nor are you a scholar. you are just a feeble little adventurer with too much time on their hands, but you and amber are still lured in by the fascination of science. your question? which hairstyles are best for gliding. listen, you and amber insist. this is a very important research topic. how is one supposed to look fashionable while gliding? and so the tests began. you do amber's hair, she flies around, and then you record how the hair looks afterwards. many questions need to be answered. does the hairstyle keep the hair out of your face? does it fall apart while gliding? does it get blown around by the wind? does it still look good when you're done? is there more than one hairstyle out there that fits all the criteria that amber has set out? or does she just have to cut her hair short?
similarly, you've also been conducting a similar experiment, but with adventuring. amber does your hair, and you do out and do your daily commissions. you have your own host of questions, probably even more than amber would. for example, does it get in your face when fighting? will it get caught in low-hanging trees when you're running away? how likely is it to catch on fire if you get too close to a hillichurl? will it get in the way of drawing your weapon? if you get stuck in bad weather, is it convenient to sleep on? how easily does it get dirty? is that even a concern? or do you also have to cut your hair short/keep it short? it's a silly thing to spend time on, you and amber must admit, but it's fun, so it must be alright!
ITTO:
somewhere along the way itto decided that if HE has the coolest hairstyle around, YOU also must have the coolest hairstyle around. he’s stubborn too, and ocmmitted to his goal of giving you the most killer hairstyle inazuma has ever seen. he’ll plop you down somewhere and he’ll start putting in cool accessories and temporary hair dye, tie up and clip your hair up using with (surprisingly) good skill. not only that, you find his touch to be gentle and caring. he works with such passion yet handles your hair with such care, not once tugging too hard on your hair or getting it so tangled he has to cut it off. it surprises you a little, to say the least, but when you think about the way he handles his own hair with just as much care, you figured he wanted to treat yours the same way. when he’s done he shows it off to the rest of the arataki gang, laughing and saying something along the lines of “check out my hard work! whaddya think? don’t they look great?”
you on the other hand, just ifnd itto’s hair absolutely lovely to play with. for its spikiness it’s quite soft and fluffy, and it was then you realized he puts a lot of effort into keeping his hair happy and healthy. he’d laugh and tell you he has to if he wants to best looking hairstyle in all of inazuma (besides yours) and will ramble about his days endeavours as you brush your fingers through his hair. sometimes he’ll give you the comb he uses so you can brush his hair with it. he has to admit, it feels nice to have his hair combed by you, and you don’t mind, either, it just gives you more opportunities to admire the amount of care he puts into his hair on a daily basis, seriously, it’s quite impressive.
KAZUHA:
you've become a big fan of wandering around with kazuha, but when the two of you sit down to take a break, eat something, or even write down that line of poetry that kazuha was finally able to come up with, you find yourself absent-mindedly playing with his ponytail. braiding it and unbraiding it, twisting it into a bun and then letting it unravel, anything as you sit and enjoy the sun on your skin. kazuha doesn't mind though. in fact, he enjoys it when you play with this hair, and has said so out loud, too.
because of all this wandering, he takes a liking to finding stuff in nature to put in your hair. a bright dendrobium, a shiny leaf, whatever it is, he'll turn it into a hairpin. if you're wandering through a town of city, he might even buy one for you. it’s only when the two of you are alone that hell give it to you, softly smiling and telling you to consider it a memory of that day’s journey in that particular place. so whenever you run you hands over the accessory, it’s like you’re taken back to the very place he got it from, and you can see him smiling at the accessory in adoration as he thinks about how he’s going to give it to you later that day, and the way he stores it with such care as to not damage it, escpecially if the accessory is one the more delicate side. it’s like a treasure to him.
ZHONGLI:
now that's someone who knows how to do hair. when you first complained to him that today it just doesn't look right no matter what you do to it, he'll offer to help you out. If you accept, he'll sit you down somewhere and put over 5000 years of hair doing to work. short hair or long hair, he'll work your hair with so much finesse but also with so much ease (hey, where did he get that hairclip from? did he have that on him this whole time?). suddenly you've got the best looking hair in all of teyvat. when you try to give him back any accessories he puts in your hair, he declines, insisting that you keep them so you can use them in the future.
of course, he wants you to be able to the styles yourself, and he'll offer to teach them to you, patiently guiding you through even the most complex of hairstyles. he lets you practice on his hair so that you have an easier time seeing what you're doing. listening to a story and drinking tea? you're right behind him, trying to do his hair while holding clips in your mouth. he won't stop there either. he'd tell you the best ways to care for your hair, the best products out there. even his favourite place to buy accessories. why he buys accessories and keeps them on his person? no one knows.
#shrimp genshin writing#twilight-theatre#genshin#genshin impact#genshin drabbles#genshin imagines#genshin impact x reader#albedo#albedo x reader#alhaitham#alhaitham x reader#amber#amber x reader#itto#itto x reader#kazuha#kazuha x reader#zhongli#zhongli x reader
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Hi! Happy new year 😊 It just struck me you're a voracious reader with (I think) quite a few romance novels under your belt and a talent for writing romance yourself, so I come begging a favour for the beginning of the year: if I wanted to read the most fun and indulgent and giggle-inducing romance in 2024, what would you you recommend? I'm hoping for something not only well-written, but triumphantly and unapologetically in its genre, if that makes sense. Thank you so much for taking the time to read (let alone answer!) this ask!
Oh friend, I love reading romance novels, please, buckle in, let's have some fun! You seem to be looking for the flavor that I tend to refer to as romps, as opposed to the more serious and dramatic or erotica-flavored romances, so let me give you a bit of a selection of those.
Contemporaries: Jennifer Crusie is the absolute master of banter, for all her best works are pretty old at this point! Bet Me and Faking It have aged the best in my opinion. I read Alexandria Bellefleur's The Fiancee Farce last year, and if you've ever read and enjoyed a "whoops, we have to get married for this clause in my relative's will" fanfic this one's for you. The Neighbor Favor by Kristina Forest was one of my favorite romances from last year, though it's a bit less bantery than these others. Oh! Talia Hibbert! Her Brown sisters books are a thing of beauty and a joy forever (Ravenswood is also good, but a bit more serious in tone and we're going for romps here). Jasmine Guillory is also worth a try, lots of fun if maybe a little less banter-focused. Oh! And a shoutout for two action romcoms I read this year, Partners in Crime by Alisha Rai and To Have and to Heist by Sara Desai.
Historicals: Tessa Dare loves a bantery romance, give The Duchess Deal a try on for size! Last year I read The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes by Cat Sebastian, which was a joy, and I hear a lot of good about Sebastian's m/m books too, though I haven't been able to dive into them yet. Away from the romps, Mary Balogh is one of my all-time favorites (but start with her newer work, particularly the Survivors' Club series), I've been enjoying Christina Britton a lot lately, and Eva Ibbotson's books for older readers have my heart forever and always. (I feel like this section is reading less enthusiastic than the contemporaries, but it's just that I read so many historicals that it's hard to remember which book with Duke in the title stands out!) Oh! Ravishing the Heiress by Sherry Thomas somehow hits my loves perfectly, though again not a romp, I've got a rather graver taste in historicals. And Olivia Waite's sapphic historicals! The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics is the first one. And everyone recommends Courtney Milan, but The Duke Who Didn't is a true joy.
Fantasy: Fantasy romance is my genre crossover of the 2020s! It's my two favorite escapist genres mixed together, and when it hits the sweet spot it REALLY does. And my friend, I am looking you in the eyes and I am telling you to read T. Kingfisher's paladin books, starting with Paladin's Grace, if you have any interest at all in fantasy as a genre. (Fair warning: Kingfisher also writes horror, and takes great pleasure at least once per fantasy book of reminding you of that.) And now that I've given you the gateways, I'm also going to recommend you The Devotion of Delflenor by R. Cooper (it's not bantery, but I keep telling people, if you fall into my very specific sweet spot of having been in E/R fandom in 2013-2014 and having loved the Tortall books in your youth you NEED to read this, and even one or the other means you should, the pining is exquisite), The Sorceress Transcendent by Casey Blair, Olivia Atwater's Regency Faerie Tales series, and Troubled Waters by Sharon Shinn.
... Okay, you asked for one book and I gave you SO many. That is because romance has so many tones and moods and subgenres, and only you know which one is going to put the biggest smile on your face! Hopefully I have given you enough information to make the choice that is best and happiest for you.
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— MIDNIGHT RAIN IN PARIS, HHJ.
pairing: idol!hyunjin x gn!reader
genre: angst with happy ending, fluff & exes to lovers trope
warnings: profanity, mentions of alcohol, kissing and break-ups, lmk if i missed something, not proofread.
word count: 6.4k +
notes: i happen to change the title, i had it fit on taylor swift's midnight rain. lmao, hope you guys love it! please don’t send in requests because i’m not taking any right now and if you wish to see more of this posts please reblog, leave your feedbacks and put tags alright? thank you very much love ♡
Him.
Certain words could describe what he’s like.
A fresh clean white canvas that was slowly enamored with paint. A combination of red and black, sometimes they’re just two different colors but when they’re mixed, it’s going to be dark red. Can be burgundies, like the color of the wine and that lipstick some people use. An attractive color for a lot. It screams passion and love, just the way how his views reflect on them.
He can be that one book from the bookstore which belongs to the new arrivals and romance as its genre. His pages are neat as the words used by the author are aesthetically pleasing and good to read. The smell of it is addicting which makes a bookworm satisfied. A scent that could bring joy and temptation to claim it as theirs.
Maybe that one pair of suits from that one famous shop in Paris that was neatly designed and tailored, exclusively to be used on a special occasion.
Or that one song you hear from a famous singer that describes how loving him feels like.
You just look at him that way. A lot of things remind you of him, but he never knew you. He is famous in his career and you were just another writer who wanted to claim their dream to reality. Here you are in Paris, looking for inspiration, and might as well take it as your holiday from work. You know it doesn’t happen every day, but you were hoping to see just a glimpse of him when you knew he’ll be there too.
Love and a short history would let fate decide what will happen. You rarely believed that luck is on your side, that, it always gives you good things to look forward to when something significant has been painted on your pathway. The things you wanted to happen don’t always happen. Probably had yourself considered as unlucky but things might turn upside down when it comes to certain points in life.
Definitions, descriptions, comparisons, personifications, metaphors, and similes, a few more figures of speech to make it longer. Or is it just him who can make you write words that are simply out of this world? When in love, probably yes, he is your favorite person after all.
The city lights illuminated the place as the sounds of people from everywhere bustled around the area. His camera clicks whenever he spots something beautiful in his eyes. It was another merry night in Paris, lots of tourists were hanging out beneath the Eiffel tower at night. Others tend to eat inside the restaurants and the rest just go, enjoying the view while taking pictures. The usual sight with couples everywhere, a marriage proposal perhaps, or just those who came alone, hoping to find their significant other in a such romantic place. But Hyunjin begs to differ.
His camera falls gently to his stomach with its strap supporting it around his neck. It was getting late and still, there were a lot of people who wanted to stay. Felix left him for baguettes down the street with only his camera and a small bag, hanging on his shoulder. He started to walk away, he thought he had captured enough to fill his new film rolls. The amount of excitement that was painted on his smile is pure, but he is sure something is missing.
Clicking a button, Hyujin fixated his gaze on the imagines being plastered on the small screen. The scenery, the subtle imagines of the crowd, the tower itself, and the city lights were all beautiful. He tried to take a picture again and had the focus on a certain object when you accidentally walked past by. A beige coat, black trousers, and a white turtleneck are a trend. It’s not hard to recognize you, that sparkle in your eyes and perfectly crafted smile, how could he forget? Hyunjin had to put his camera down again, he wanted to make sure… it is you. There you stood upon noticing and recognizing him, the famous idol you once loved. And the person you broke up with a year ago.
He was stunned seeing you for the first time after a while. Memories flooding back, the things you did together, the pain and heartbreak, the happiness and joy, they were all worth it when you were still together. Yet, everything doesn’t last forever. There’s nothing in this world that doesn’t have a due date, unless you wanted more, you could always get a new one. But it won’t replace the thing you had for the very first time.
“Y/n…” He called as his voice sounded like a whisper.
He caught your attention the moment you saw that familiar camera he always brings. The one he used to take pictures of sceneries and other things he find beautiful. He could have clicked the snap button when he realized you were standing a few meters away, but to his shock, he couldn’t. Hyunjin didn’t know how to act. You didn’t say anything and smiled, it made his heartbeat go at a faster pace. He didn’t know what to do, he could hate Felix for leaving him behind for some freaking baguettes but he is also thankful he won’t be able to ruin a reminiscing moment he is having right now.
“Yo! They’re having a sale at the bakery!” Felix exclaimed out of nowhere, checking everything he got in his paper bag, not bothering to pay attention to the tension you and Hyunjin have. “I got you baguettes and一oh,” He said, stopping in his tracks. “Hi, Y/n!”
“Hey,” You smiled timidly.
“It is unexpected to see you around here! How have you been?” Felix said, eyes full of smile as he came towards you for a hug.
“I’m doing good,” You chuckled, hugging him back. “How are you guys? I heard you were preparing for a comeback?”
“Yeah,” Felix grinned, pulling away. “We’re just here for a break and a few activities, Hyunjin loves Paris, you know?” He smirked as you smiled at him.
“Felix,” Hyunjin called as he remained standing there, Felix had stolen the spotlight but that was his fault for being frozen on his spot.
“What? Can’t I speak to your ex about you?” But Hyunjin rolled his eyes and walked away. A sigh escaped from your lips when Felix gave you an apologetic smile, bowed a little out of respect, and went to fetch his friend. “Bro, why did you leave? That was your chance to have a closure with Y/n!”
“Not today,” He shrugged, as he continued to walk.
You stared at a blank document on your laptop for a few hours now. Hyunjin can’t seem to get out of your head after what happened earlier this evening. It was past midnight, and the view from your window of the city is still beautiful, but some lights were already turned off. You were supposed to stay in Paris for a couple of weeks as per business matters. Being a writer in a famous book publishing company isn’t a joke and you wanted to impress your boss with your writing. Still, Hyunjin has been a distraction.
The cursor just kept on blinking, waiting for you to write something that should be the start of another chapter of your novel. You were unsure what to write though the storyline has already started. Maybe because of the back pain you’ve been suffering every time you sit for hours, writing romance or it was just Hyunjin who ignored you after a short while of a meeting? The pajamas were comfortable and the headband kept your hair from falling on your face. The anti-radiation glasses help too yet you keep focusing on the random details you have in your hotel room. Not the story.
“Hyunjin,” You said. “Hwang Hyunjin,”
A harsh sigh escaped your lips, groaning at the fact you have seen him again a year after your breakup. You wanted to talk to him, really, but how he acted after Felix came hurt you. It felt like you were pierced through the heart and were left without aid. But it was so much more than that when you two broke up. He is an idol, and you were just you, a person who wanted to live their dream like him. You wanted him to be part of your dream. A writer who wanted to be known like him as he was making his name in the industry along with his member. But things grew apart, love became a heartbreak. You were the stars that shine bright in the night and he was the raindrops that caused the cold, soaking the papers wet making the ink smudges on them and words unable to be read.
You were hurt, but his dream is more important than your relationship. All the good things you wanted for him, happened. You wanted him to be happy and so, you let him go.
After a year of not seeing him, you thought everything is good, with no feelings or sadness. You might have heard his name on several news and read articles about how famous they are, but you ignored it. Not even expecting him and Hyunjin to be in the same place as you are. Maybe fate did it on purpose.
Coughing on the thoughts of it, they were followed by hiccups. How dare he showed up and Felix acted as if there was nothing to talk about?
You shake your head, it doesn’t matter anyway.
You closed your laptop gently and stared out the window, admiring the view of the city after midnight. No words were being produced by your brain and you have to take a while to process them into paragraphs. And maybe an evening stroll a few hours ago wasn’t enough to take the motivation to write something. But there’s only one messing with your head, Hwang Hyunjin.
That was the first night.
The next morning, Hyunjin was busy looking at the photos he captured last night. Felix was busy munching his waffles but still took a few glances at his distracted friend, unable to take a bite of his breakfast. His mouth was full as he watch him with a serious face and brows knitted together. Felix could only sigh and continued to eat but still, Hyunjin didn’t even bother to shift his attention to anything.
“If you’re not eating, I’ll take your food,” Felix said.
“I’m not hungry, go ahead,” Hyunjin replied as Felix looked at him in disbelief, taking his plate onto his mat.
“What’s wrong with you though? Can’t take her out of your mind?” He asked. “You didn’t talk to me ever since we came back to the hotel,” Hyunjin sighed, taking away his gaze from the small screen of his camera.
“Look, I was too occupied with the pictures I’ve taken,” Hyunjin reasoned.
“Yeah but it’s not a bad thing to touch your food for a bit and go back to your hobby yeah?” Felix argued. “Don’t tell me you suddenly took a picture of Y/n last night that’s why you’re not paying attention to me,”
“I didn’t,” Hyunjin said.
“The truth?” Felix retorted, raising a brow at him.
“I swear, you were on the way,” Hyunjin replied, rolling his eyes.
“Gosh, I can’t believe you,” Felix muttered.
Hyunjin sighed heavily as he watch Felix devour his food. It lead him to order another one and waited. His manager planned to eat breakfast in the restaurant down by the street which was a block away from their hotel. It wasn’t crowded first thing in the morning but the joy he felt was when he could see a few people enjoying their coffee and some were walking their dogs. A lovely morning for him to consume. But it was only him and Felix again. The two has been never separated when they first got into the city and by that, he already has plans to spend a week’s vacation.
“Don’t forget we’re invited to attend YSL’s event later alright?” Felix said, finishing his meal.
“Yeah, we’ll get back to the hotel by lunch,” Hyunjin answered.
“Where are you off to?”
“Sightseeing I g一” He shrugged and was about to say something in addition to his answer when he saw you walk into the restaurant, going straight to the counter. Felix noticed him frozen onto his seat after wiping his lips and followed his gaze. It was you, alright.
“Should I call her?” Felix smirked.
“I’m going to kill you, I swear,” Hyunjin growled and Felix just shakes his head in disbelief. But Hyunjin watched you.
Beige trousers, a purple crop top, and a white cardigan, you always look good. Never in a day, Hyunjin would say how beautiful you are. Compliments he missed on telling you every day. He admits, he wasn’t the best version of himself when you broke up. There is always the facade he keeps to the public but behind closed doors, he knew he was miserable. It wasn’t easy to get over you, it wasn’t easy to forget, it was the same as how you felt, and nothing was easy during the post-breakup. None of his friends talked to you, even his parents. Nobody reached out, just straight broke up conversations and the rest were already ghosts.
The lady from the counter handed you a paper bag with your breakfast in it, thanked her, and left, without even checking who was there, sitting on the tables. Felix shakes his head again and Hyunjin licked his lips, sighing in defeat. But that wasn’t Felix’s problem to think about, it was Hyunjin’s anyway. His eyes never left your figure until you disappeared from the block, taking the alley to the left while Felix looks at him, being done and dumbfounded.
“We’ll have to schedule your arrival at the event first. It will be at exactly 4 pm, so I’ll expect you’ll be done with your hair, make-up, and suits,” Their manager spoke, later that day. Felix was having his hair done in their spacious hotel room as Hyunjin had his gaze down the street while sitting by the window seat, watching the city get soaked in the rain, and hands halted from his half-done sketch of a landscape. “Hyunjin are you even listening?”
“I was,” Hyunjin sighed in response. “Shall we leave at 4 pm?” He added, standing up from his spot一tossing his sketchbook on his bed.
“No,” His manager argued making him roll his eyes.
“Don’t be tough on him, he saw his ex today,” Felix smirked as their manager gasped.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Felix said. “Don’t worry, they never talked,”
“Ya, Yongbok-ah,” Hyunjin said, feeling like a threat as Felix shrugged, admiring his new hairstyle.
“Anyway, Y/n’s not important right now, I need you to get ready,” His manager said. Hyunjin sighed in disbelief and went to his stylist. “By the way, Felix will be the first one to leave,”
“Yeah? Why though, I thought the head organizer wants to see us both?” Felix asked.
“Hyunjin has another agenda before attending the event, right?” His manager said, looking at Hyunjin.
“I’m getting flowers,” He bluntly replied.
“Flowers for what? Are you suddenly seeing someone?” Felix asked, shocked.
“No, I just don’t want to go early,” Hyunjin said, getting his make-up done.
“Suit yourself,” His manager said while Felix whined about being unfair.
Hyunjin didn’t say anything after Felix’s complaints, but he is sure his best buddy was just joking around and letting him do whatever the hell he wants as long as he’ll be mindful of his time. Night fell, and his hands held the steering wheel, glancing at the cars passing by the highway. The lights ran from the average speed to high, some kept it to their speed limit. It was fresh from the afternoon rain, the water puddle by the sidewalk have the reflection of the streetlights being lit up and the people who just happened to walk by. His convertible made its way through the wet bricks, enjoying the mist of the cold evening air.
A smile formed on his face when he saw the lights illuminating the Eiffel tower一 a part of Paris he always wanted to visit though he already did a few times ever since he became a famous member of his group. It always feels like where he belongs for some reason, the food, the fashion, flowers, and other stuff, everything is aesthetic in his eyes. And most importantly, the art museums and exhibits French and foreign artists execute around the area. There is always a reason to come back.
The flowers he brought, sat on the passenger’s seat, enjoying the evening air as well as they travel back to the hotel. He fell in love with the bouquet that consists of pink tulips, red roses, and white baby’s breath. The muse of his new painting perhaps? It is calming and beautiful to paint live flowers一one that makes his painting realistic and unique. But it wasn’t for him to keep一maybe it can be someone at the event he is going to or just going to keep it himself and put it on their vase back into their hotel room to paint.
Flowers are supposed to be given to someone that a person loves, maybe for congratulatory and some other reasons. But mostly because of love, he used to bring you flowers back then. He was so in love, like a puppy that wanted to be with his owner for the rest of its time. Not everyone believes in love, but by the time someone falls into the pits of attachment and intimacy, it can be avoidable and hard to let go. There are different perceptions of it, they’re like genres that a person views and carry feelings about different people. His love is similar, but unfortunately, it ended with you a year ago.
He walked by the lobby, earning gazes of astonishment and amusement from the people hovering around the area. Slicked back hair with a few strands of side bangs on his forehead, a whole black suit and rings adorning his long fingers, a bouquet in one hand, and his gentle smile, plastered on his face as he smells the flowers he just bought. Walking through the crowds of people doesn’t bother him, not one of them caught his attention. Murmurs and silent voices say he is a handsome young man which makes everyone drawn to him. His tall figure and dashing fashion add up to being one center of attention.
“There you are,” Felix said, the moment he saw him. “Wow, are these for me?”
“No,” Hyunjin said as his smile faded and made his friend pout in disbelief.
“Tch,” Felix said, rolling his eyes.
“Good evening! I’m here to take you to your respective seats, this way please,” The lady attendant said as he and Felix happily obliged. Their manager went to talk to some people around and waited for the instructions for the next set of events. They were given perfume samples to try but Hyunjin got occupied the moment he sat down, hands in his pockets and eyes fixated on the person who just entered the premises.
It was you again.
Black dress and heels, styled hair, and light make-up, how could she stand there and look beautiful? He thought, mesmerized again. And why is she here? I thought she was on a vacation. Several thoughts flooded his mind after he saw you. He couldn’t put himself to calm down, why does my heart beat faster than earlier?
You smiled at someone as they went to have a conversation. The lady from earlier had to cut it off and assist you at the same table where Felix and Hyunjin were. It is a lovely evening after all, and you were thankful that your boss had to drag you with her when she knew you weren’t doing anything for the day.
“You’re staying here in a couple of weeks, instead of sitting in front of your desk to produce ideas, why not come with me to the event?” She said the moment she arrived at the airport as you welcomed her after knowing you were spending some time in Paris. You couldn’t refuse, you were bored after all and had too much of your writer’s block ever since last night. The first evening you saw Hyunjin, and, this will be the second evening when you realized where the attendant is leading you to.
“Please enjoy the evening,” The lady said and left.
“Good evening Y/n!” Felix greeted and Hyunjin remained silent.
“Good evening Felix, and,” You paused as you looked at him. “Hyunjin.” Felix had to nudge his friend on the side to wake him up to reality instead of staring at you, saying nothing. Hyunjin winced in pain, nudging him back to his arm, Felix chuckled in response but was already glaring at him. You didn’t get a response after that, instead, you just placed your attention on anyone else.
The host has been taking their time to introduce, and recite the speech and explanations about the event while you take a sip of their prepared wine. The food is a luxury, Hyunjin was paying no attention but you. Felix listened to them and clapped his hands when everyone else did. Don’t mind about the people, just the food. Hyunjin tried to take his small sketchbook out of his pocket when your boss head back to your table and stole you for a conversation. He was about to protest when he was dragged with Felix for the photo opportunity at the event. Had to smell the scents of their perfume, and take pictures with other big names in the industry, Hyunjin had to endure them for a while. Felix didn’t seem to mind, unlike the older one who seems to be distracted all the time.
He wanted to not let you out of his sight, but the pictures are taking a while, and conversations had to be precise and shared. You were just there, being a chaperone of your boss as she introduced you to some people she knew or tried to give you a date for tonight. You weren’t convinced and tried to decline, as you hated social events like this when you were supposed to be in your hotel room or at a restaurant, enjoying dinner alone. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was already growing impatient with all the interactions he got. Forget about Felix, he wanted to get away for a while.
Someone was about to approach him but Hyunjin politely excused himself and rushed through the crowd. The people passing by keep on delaying his purpose of direction but it didn’t stop him from getting to you. He wanted closure, he wanted to talk, and forget about the hurtful things he did during your relationship, he just wanted to give himself a chance to be forgiven by you. But you didn’t want that anymore, you knew Hyunjin has been happy even though it wasn’t easy to overcome the heartbreak both of you felt. He reached miles away with his dreams, while you stood there, watching him. I don’t deserve someone as perfect as him anyway, that was what you always think about. But maybe you did deserve him after all.
“Y/n,” He said as he stood behind you.
“Hyunjin,” You called, turning around to face him. “Is everything alright?” You asked.
“Can we talk?” He said. They said to never trust that sentence, but you wanted to risk it. It might help you wake up to the reality you’ve been longing for.
“Sure, about what?” You asked when he suddenly took your hand.
“I’ll tell you later, come with me, please?” He said as you took a glance at your boss but she was too occupied to even bother. Felix and his manager were just watching from afar, with nothing to object to.
“Where are we going?” You asked but he didn’t answer, instead, he just grabbed your hand and went to where he parked his car.
The outside scenery is still fresh from the afternoon rain, but there were no stars above the dark sky, a sign that it will rain again anytime soon. You sat quietly on the passenger’s seat as Hyunjin jogged around to enter the car, driving away into the night. You remained quiet the whole ride, not bothering to ask any questions, you didn’t even know what to say to him after the whole year. The flowers he bought sat in front of you, good thing he dragged it with himself on the way out. Was it for another person?
“Those are for you,” He said, taking them into his right hand and handing it to you. It was an impromptu move. Those flowers were supposed to be his muse for his painting when he gets back to the hotel later but he found you instead.
“Thanks,” You smiled gently, smelling the before placing it on your lap. “Where are we going?”
“I have nothing in mind actually, but away from the crowd, I just wanted to talk to you, it’s been a year, ever since…” He said, pausing mid-sentence.
“The break-up?” You asked.
“Yeah,” He answered, parking in front of the Louvre Pyramid. Hyunjin walked out and jogged around to open the door for you. The flowers lie on your seat as you followed him a few meters away from the car. He looked restless all of a sudden, his composed look disappeared and shifted into something that was bothering him. Hyunjin stood away with his back against you, he was staring at the pyramid, confused and uncomfortable. You tapped his shoulder to see what was going on, and when he turned around, it was the soft Hyunjin you once admired.
“I don’t know where to start,” He said. “I’m sorry about the breakup, I was a jerk and ghosted you after that,” He added, as he started to have tears visible in his eyes.
“Hyunjin, no, we’re alright, okay? It’s already behind us, don’t apologize, none of those was your fault. I didn’t blame you for it,” You said, cupping his cheeks to wipe his tears away. He just looked at you, wanting to go on a breakdown, but there you are, in front of him, still sweet as ever.
“No,” He said pulling away from you.
“Hyunjin, I just thought it would make things easier for you, I understand how hard it was for you. I didn’t want to be a nuisance in your career, I don’t want to cause trouble,” You sighed. “If breaking up with you was the answer, then I have no choice,”
“But I didn’t want to!” He said.
“I didn’t want to either!” You retorted. “I was trouble, I was the problem okay? You said it yourself back then, you don’t want to cause drama and be hunted down by the media that you’re in a relationship! Did you think I wanted this for the both of us? I was hurt when you decided to cut it off, I was hurt when you didn’t even show up the next day, and now we’re here, talking about this bullshit that I thought it’s already done.”
It made Hyunjin feel bad, as he had always been.
“Y/n, I don’t care about those anymore,” He said. “I don’t care about the media, I don’t care about the risks anymore. This bullshit you’re talking about is our relationship,”
“That you broke off,” You said.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,”
“Now that’s bullshit,” You chuckled in response. “Yeah let’s say it was fine because I chose your career to be saved instead of hanging out with me. Let’s just stop this okay? You’re good on your way, I’m already doing good by myself, I don’t need this drama anymore Hyunjin. Do you still want me?”
Hyunjin didn’t say anything for a few seconds, there was dead air, but his eyes were into yours while you wait for his answer.
“I do,” He said. “I always have and will always do,”
“You don’t know what you’re doing, are you? Can’t you hear yourself?” You asked which made him take his steps forward.
“I do, just please,” He said, as he held your cheeks. “Let’s start over,” Closing your eyes, you felt the warmth of his hands on your bare cheeks, one of his touches that you missed the most. “We were young, and I was too quick to jump into the pit, not thinking thoroughly about it. Please give me another chance, I won’t mess it up again,”
You pulled him into a hug, Hyunjin was caught off guard at first but he gave in immediately and melted inside your arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you tighter. The scent of your perfume is still the same, the one the kept on missing for the whole year, he always seeks it but the scent would never be the same if someone else wears it. He came to think how miserable he was when you were gone.
It was those nights when he sits down and think about the things he should’ve done instead of risking your relationship over his career or maybe those days when he would just space out during a group meeting or the lives he did with his group. He keeps on staring at his phone waiting for your texts or browse on his photos trying to find your couple's pictures and reminisce. It was also how he kept the things you gave him during your anniversary and his birthdays. But during the past year, it feels empty, and he had to fake everything until it was convincing.
His fans don’t know how he feels, they just assume them. They didn’t know how hurt he was, and they will never know everything about him. Even the boys who are living with him, he probably is showy sometimes but it’s hard to share something so deep. Just like how it went on your side. For them, it wasn’t a big deal, but to you, it was. You treasure Hyunjin so much that it pierced your heart that he had to break up with you. The things you did for each other just disappeared in one night. And had to wait a year to fix it.
You don’t know exactly. Now that Hyunjin has gotten the fame, the overwhelming fame, you don’t want to risk it again.
“Please,” He said.
“I’m sorry Hyunjin,” You smiled, pulling away from the hug. “It won’t be worth it,”
“What?” He asked, shocked, as his vision started to blur.
“I don’t think this will work anymore,” You sniffed, wiping your tears. “You will forget me, eventually,”
“What? No!” He protested. “Let’s make it work this time, please?” He begged. “Don’t think that our relationship was up for nothing, I loved you. I still love you!”
“And I love you too! I did love you, but with all those things happening around you and me, there’s already a barrier, Hyunjin. I don’t want you to get hurt just because you are pursuing me. I don’t want you to convert your attention to me when you have something big ahead of you. I’m not worth it anymore,” You said, tears falling down your cheeks. Hyunjin stood there, looking at you in disbelief, the words struck him like lightning. It was so painful to hear it from you.
“Are you afraid to try again?” He asked, voice shaking in the middle of his sentence.
“I’m just scared that we will have to be separated again, I don’t want to try again and end up being away from you. For one year, I tried not to care about your bullshit for being famous, you’ve been happy, you always get what you want, you don’t need—”
“It was so hard for me to get over you Y/n! It was so hard to be inside my room, getting all exhausted from work with no one around to hug me and give me a shoulder to cry on. I’m sick of it, I got used to you being around me whenever I needed you or not, I was alone. No one to hug, no one to kiss, no one to laugh with, no one to cuddle with. You don’t understand!” He argued.
“You just want me because you need me right?” You cried.
“No,” Hyunjin sighed harshly. “I want you because I love you! But you know what, forget about it, I’m sorry I just dragged you out here. Let me get you back to your hotel,”
“Hyunjin, I—” You halted when he shake his head, running his fingers through his hair.
“No, please, forget about it, I won’t beg, I understand,” He smiled despite being hurt. “Let’s go,”
Hyunjin opened the door of the car for you but you hesitated to step in. Disappointment and sorrow are still painted on his face. The pain and the ruined confidence drove him to be this way. He admit he was at fault, being a famous idol wasn’t easy for him to reach and you didn’t want to be a nuisance to someone as big as him.
The ride from the Lourve Pyramid to your designated hotel fell into complete silence. No one dared to talk, except when he asked for the location and set it up on his GPS and you fell into your deep train of thoughts. A quick reminiscing about how the break up went; It was one of those nights where Hyunjin would get home late, exhausted from practice but he never fails to show you how happy he is the moment you welcome him home. It always gives him the excitement and blood rush, the comfort of home and love. But that night was twisted, he wanted to break up, he said his name is on the line, and he didn’t want distractions. Though it has already been said a million times, you just couldn’t let go of it.
To be honest, you still love him, it never faded. You didn’t understand why it has to be you out of all to be put at risk, maybe the company forced him to or it was just him who thought about cutting things off. He is hopelessly romantic, you knew that and so you were.
“Why don’t you come in for a minute?” You asked as you stood by the porch.
“I’m in a hurry, it’s almost midnight,” He smiled quietly.
“It looks like it’s going to rain,” You said, looking up to the sky. “Here,” You added, handing him a folded umbrella you used to carry around.
“Should you keep it?” He smiled, taking the tiny thing off your hand.
“It might rain,” You insisted.
“Isn’t it funny if I’m driving a convertible with an umbrella?” He chuckled. “No, I’ll take it, good night Y/n—oh shit, there’s the rain alright.” He said, looking at the street. “My car!”
It was funny indeed, his panicked face had drawn a picture that was sincere—ignoring the pain and all. Midnights should be a change of day, but it is still connected to what happened earlier this evening. You watched him run towards his car across the street. There were no people around, just the two of you and the rain which is pouring heavily at first fall. He was in the rush, pushing a button to have the roof back but was too slow that his frustrated face made it funnier. You weren’t supposed to laugh but that one Hyunjin you knew.
Taking your steps forward, you didn’t bother about the rain anymore as the umbrella was ignored as well. One reason you fell in love with him was because of what you were seeing now, it may be different from the first time when you saw him fall onto his face in front of you during high school, the boy who apologized consistently while blushing out of embarrassment. Sounds weird but falling in love with weird is not weird. You knew you shouldn’t be getting back with him, the words you’ve said to him and everything, but the feelings never lie. You do love him, and you couldn’t understand why you are walking towards a panicking Hyunjin, calling his name, and when he converted his attention to you, your lips suddenly meet.
Hyunjin then again, was caught off guard, it was a gentle kiss but he pulled you by the waist to be closer to him. Clothes were getting soaked from the midnight rain, and his hair was damped causing a few drops of water tracing down on your cheeks. It tasted like wine, and that chocolate fondue Hyunjin, the intoxicating smell of his perfume that made your knees weak, and the cinematic moment of you being shared in the empty streets of Paris at midnight, sharing a kiss. His hand lays on your cheek while the other one remained on your waist as your arms were wrapped around his neck. The usual scene you see in romantic movies. People would say it’s overrated, but who cares anyway, it’s Hyunjin. The Hwang Hyunjin.
“I’m sorry,” You said whispering to him, after drifting away, but he never let you go and kissed your forehead. “I don’t want to feel the same pain when we broke up, trust me it wasn’t good,” You added, burying your face into his chest.
“I know, baby, I know,” He said, hugging you tightly as he rubs your shoulder with his thumb. “I’m sorry I hurt you,”
“It wasn’t your fault,” You smiled, shaking your head.
“Still, I lost you,” He responded, taking your cheeks in his palms, and looking directly into your eyes. “Fuck the fame, Y/n, you know how much I love you. And I always will,”
“I know, Hyunjin,” You said, still not taking that smile being painted on your face. Hyunjin painted a smile on his face as well as he caressed your bare skin, leaning down again for a kiss. Your eyes started to close down一the heat that was felt at each other’s lips caused the warmth that could endure from the cold weather. His lips molded with yours perfectly, and the intimacy remained the same, even if it took a whole year to have it again. You were definitely his sunshine, one that will take away the darkness of the sky and the clouds to open up. He was like midnight who changed and evolved, but never his feelings.
“Does this mean you’re taking me back?” He asked, pulling away as he kissed the tip of your nose.
“Yeah, but let’s keep it lowkey this time,” You smiled as he chuckled in response, kissing you again but swiftly before taking you into another hug.
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Even the follow up to that godforsaken "Gale was a revolutionary king! Prim's death was unnecessary!" post made no damn sense and missed the point of the series entirely:
“We didn’t need Prim’s death for us to know that Coin was bad and that war was bad! It was senseless!”
That’s the point. Her death was senseless. It had no meaning.
There was no reason for her to die, but these things happen in war. Suzanne Collins herself said that she always knew that Prim was going to die even when she started writing the books.
“Having Gale, an oppressed Brown person, be held responsible for Prim’s death (a White character constantly representing innocence), was ugly when he didn’t even kill her. It was a convenient way to end the love triangle and leaving Peeta (another White character constantly portrayed as good) as the only option .”
Now, here’s where my opinion will get controversial: read the books without the lens of identity politics and maybe you might understand the point. Now, I’m not saying to ignore the aspects of race completely (there’s a reason why District 11, a district full of Black people, was so heavily policed). But, notice how Collins intentionally never left the race of some characters like Rue and Thresh up for debate. She was explicit in her depictions of POC. While Gale and Katniss could be read as Native coded and therefore POC, Collins herself never made it clear just what their races might be. It was purposefully left ambiguous, left up to the reader’s interpretation.
But, even if we follow your interpretation, Peeta and Gale were never supposed to be “good vs bad”. Peeta, probably due to a life that was a bit more privileged than Katniss and Gale’s, represented diplomacy in the just-war debate. Gale, understandably due to his life experiences, tended toward violent remedies. A lot of us do not blame Gale for his rage nor his violence because, again, violence was necessary for revolution. The only thing that went wrong is that his rage began to know no bounds and he began to disregard the humanity of other people, which was exploited by Coin.
Gale had always had a tendency to dehumanize other people: in Book 1, when Katniss was expressing worries about killing people in the arena and he said “it’s just like killing animals, how different can it be, really?” All throughout Book 3 (and even in parts of Book 2), he and Katniss experienced disagreements when it came to what was justifiable during war. Him having the idea to bury the people in the mines when that is the same thing that killed his father, him not understanding why Katniss would care about the fact that her prep team was being tortured for stealing food (when Gale was whipped for poaching), and him helping to develop a weapon that essentially weaponizes human compassion (one bomb that draws people to the wounded, another that kills them all). It is the idea behind the weapon that killed her sister. Of course she was going to connect Prim’s death to Gale even though it wasn’t his fault.
Katniss said herself that Gale’s anger was not what she needed to heal after the war because she had enough of it herself.
And not every Brown man depicted in the series was “rageful and violent”. Katniss’ father, someone that could arguably be Brown, was a source of joy for Katniss, a source of life. It was through his teachings, through his musicality, that not only kept Katniss alive, but also aided Katniss in maintaining her humanity and connect with other people (singing for Rue, singing for Pollux, how Peeta ended up falling for Katniss.)
"The books are about war blah blah blah but at the end of the day, the theme of Mockingjay was that the oppressed fighting back will be just as bad as the oppressors and blinded by rage and hatred! What type of message is that?"
Again, The Hunger Games was not meant to be a story on “how to lead a revolution”. It was a story about war: what consistutes a war, what is justifiable during war, how do we maintain our humanity during war, etc. Collins used the "oppressed vs the oppressor" to create a conflict that would require a revolution and then war. However, during this war, innocent men, women, and children on both sides of the war died senselessly. The message it was sending was not “both sides bad", but that even during a justified war, living in a world where war is necessary is not beneficial to anyone. It was anti-war, not anti-oppressed-fighting-back. That’s the message it was sending.
Please critique the books for what they are and not what you wished them to be.
#the hunger games#mockingjay#Katniss everdeen#gale hawthrone#Peeta mellark#the follow up made it so clear that some ppl aren't willing to listen to new perspectives and just want to remain firm in their beliefs#even when they're proven wrong.#yall know which post im talking about right I have that person blocked#might come back with more edits bc I don't like the way the last paragraph sounds
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LotR Week - Day 1 (11th Dec)
memory | history | home
Weary is the heart that long fought
Desperately wishing for respite;
Swinging the sword without a thought,
Unwilling to be gripped by fright.
Longing for a home, it is said,
Tarnishes the knight’s iron fist
For it allows the surge of dread
And plunges his mind into mist.
To this only the weakest bow,
Recalling the eyes of a lass,
Until death comes to kiss their brow
And their hair be one with the grass.
There are some to whom home means all;
It means to laugh, never to bore,
Only ever in sleep to fall,
With always a friend at the door.
It is the warm bed of a spouse,
Bedtime stories filling the air,
In the morning with joy to rouse
To love and share without a care.
It is the embrace of a child,
Tending to a flower in bloom,
Sweet nothings that are always smiled,
Weaving happiness on the loom.
It is the bliss of sharing bread,
The delicate touch of a hand,
The planning of the years ahead,
Fiery passion ever fanned.
It is merry singing around ales,
Smoking one’s pipe in the garden,
Throwing crumbs for birds on the trails,
And sculpted clay left to harden.
It is the flavour of pastries,
Crackling fire in the hearth,
Wee buds on the branches of trees,
Never again to suffer dearth.
Home is the Hobbit who still sings,
Deadening the horns of war;
Embracing melody, of all things,
Chugging pints and demanding more.
In the morn his head shall hammer,
And yet his smile will linger, still!
He will heed to his pal’s yammer
And indulge to his every thrill.
Nobody could separate them
Although many a soul has tried;
Their friendship is a precious gem,
One he covets and deems with pride.
Home are the prince and his maiden,
Nestled in the fire’s halo,
Reading a tale with lore laden
Affection in their hearts aglow.
Forsaking swords for a garden,
Healing their harrowing sorrows
Living in woods seldom trodden,
Their love mends wounds that pain hallows.
Kissing her mane of golden hair,
On his shoulder her head repose,
Beholding his lady so fair,
He strokes the womb where their child grows.
Home is where new seeds are planted,
Where the gardener to sprouts must tend;
Little pebbles always wanted
For their safety always to fend.
When with them he has time to spend
He embarks on a story spree,
Telling them of a departed friend,
Balancing the book on his knee.
Content with the life that he leads,
He finds his soft, fluffy pillow;
He forgets his heroic deeds,
Holds the one he wed by the willow.
Home is the proud and eager head
Perched atop his horse’s saddle;
He must rule in his uncle’s stead,
There is no time to be addle.
Admiring his dear town,
Walled and unharmed upon its mount,
No longer fears its weighty crown,
Sure that on others he can count.
With a grin from his sun-kissed bride,
He feels his grief alleviate;
As long as she stands by his side,
He could not know a better fate.
Home is a white city ahead,
A golden hall on rocky hill,
In a small hole, the cosy bed,
White shores that pained hearts with joy fill.
Home is what many have fought for,
Striving to defend its shelter;
Few have their names inscribed in lore
Though their beliefs never falter.
Fortunate enough to return,
They trade the sword for sitting still;
From them, perhaps, we have to learn,
For if they do not inspire, who will?
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Steven Grant - Fluff alphabet - SFW
Steven Grant - Smut Alphabet - NSFW
MASTERLIST
A = Activities. What are their favourite things to do with you?
Steven often asks what you want to do, happy to go along with anything you wanted - even if it was something as simple as going to do a food shop, he was more than happy to come along. He had been dreaming of someone to share his time with for so many years now, that even the little things are fantastic for him. Evenings tend to go with you both cuddled up either in bed or on the sofa, Steven flicking through the tv until he finds something for you both to watch but eventually you end up reading a book or falling asleep.
B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?
In his head he’ll always imagine having a home with you, a couple of kids running around as you live a pretty simple, domestic life. Him coming home after work to a warm house and loving family fills his heart with joy every time he thinks about it. But then he’s dragged back down by his other thoughts, questioning his own abilities and decides maybe it's best to not have kids as he’s not sure what kind of parent he would be. Steven would constantly flip between wanting and not wanting kids.
C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?
As long as your pressed together as much as possible, he’s happy. Although him having his head on your chest as you both lay in bed reading a book is basically heaven to him.
D = Dates. What are dates with them like?
At the start they’re very traditional. Going out for dinners, ending the night with him walking you home - always making sure to buy you some flowers or some chocolates. But as time went on, you would start to go to museums or just have movie nights at home.
E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)
You are the love of my life.
F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?
Steven is a man who falls hard and fast for a person. He knew it was love on your second date as he gushed about his workday, how he’s still trying to become a tour guide even though his boss keeps telling him it would never happen. He then went on to spurt out all of his knowledge about Egyptology and his love for it. He was a little nervous, so he kept rambling on and on and didn’t realise until you started to ask questions, watching him and genuinely interested about what he was saying. Although you were interested in it, you were more loving watching how passionate he was being about the topic. After about an hour of him rambling and you asking follow-up questions, he switched the topic of what you’re most interested in. Just like you, he adored how your eyes lit up when you spoke your passion. It was a look he loved with all his heart.
G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?
Oh my days he is so gentle. Almost like if he holds you too tightly, you’ll break. He’ll run his hands down your side as you cuddle, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His head resting on your chest as he listens to your heartbeat. The only time he’ll basically grip on to you is in his sleep. He’ll have his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away in the night.
He’s also gentle in the way he talks to you. Even in arguments, Steven would never ever yell at you. Yeah, he may get frustrated and a little sarcastic, but would never yell.
H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?
Interlocked fingers, maybe absentmindedly swinging them as he walks along.
I = Impression. First impression/ how you met.
You were taking a tour around the museum with a couple of friends when you met Steven. It ended at the gift shop, your friends having a quick browse before deciding there was nothing of their interest, but you were tourn between a couple of things. Your friends left, saying they’ll meet you outside and that's when Steven came over to help out a customer, just like any other day. But as you looked up to him, a smile on your face as you explained you liked both of the things you were holding but only had enough money for one, asking for his opinion on which was better, Steven found himself staring a little more than he would like to admit. He could tell you were kind and couldn’t help himself when he said you could take one of the items with no extra cost. He would definitely get in trouble for it but seeing the smile on your face as you kept repeating your thanks, it was worth it. The next day you came in again, heading straight to the gift shop with some cash to give to Steven for the free item he gave you the day before.
J- Jealousy. Do they get jealous often/easily?
Not very often but every once in a while, he’ll have a bit of a jealous fit. You noticed it tended to come on when his sleep has been worse than usual, making him pretty hard to deal with sometimes. The latest time was when you met Steven at the museum to join him on his lunch break, he noticed you were talking to a couple security guards as you waited. In his mind you were smiling a little too much and they were laughing a little too hard at your jokes. But he won’t come out and say to you what's wrong though. Steven in more of a bubble up in silence type. Eventually you’ll coax him into telling you what's wrong and that's when all his jealousy mixed with insecurities come tumbling out of his mouth.
K = Kiss. How do they kiss?
Most of the time he would start with holding your chin between his finger and thumb, gently brushing his lips with your lips. But when you chased his lips as he would pull away, he would go back in. Moving both of his hands to the back of your neck, holding you in place. His kisses weren’t dominating at all but were always extremely passionate.
L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?
You do, although Steven had been thinking it basically since your second date. He knew what he felt, but his inexperience in dating meant he wasn’t sure when the right time to say it would be. Although the moment you told him you loved him, he told you he loved you too every second he got.
M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?
The day you agreed to move in with him is certainly a treasured memory. You had been sleeping over constantly, neither of you wanting you to go back to your own place. Steven had even got rid of some of his stuff to make room for your own. One day when you had finally run out of your own clothes and had to head back to your own place for just a night or two, Steven had a sudden idea!
“What if you just brought all your stuff over here? I could clear out some more space, y’know. So, you don’t have to go back...”
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” You asked, a huge smile creeping its way onto your face. Steven instantly felt more confident after seeing your reaction.
“Yeah! Move in with me? Please?”
N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?
He hasn't got much money to spend on you but that doesn’t stop him from trying his best. Steven will get you flowers once a week, whether it be cheap lilies or expensive roses. He also often tries to make you little things himself - dinners, gift cards, photo books etc to show his love.
O = Open. When would they open up and telling you things about themselves?
Steven admitted his sleeping issues on your third date. He wanted to make sure he let you know about it and how sometimes, his body must be so desperate for sleep that he sleeps through an entire day - the only explanation he can think of for why days seem to just disappear for him. He was terrified of the thought that he would miss a date with you and make you think he stood you up. Thankfully that didn’t happen until you had already been dating for a long time, at which point you knew Steven well enough to know it was a complete accident.
Other than that Steven has always been a pretty open book with you. Loving having someone he can share things with. At the start he had a little bad habit of over-sharing but thankfully you thought that was pretty cute.
P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?
Most of the time its love but occasionally it will be darling.
Q = Quiz. How much would they remember about thier partner?
Steven, our sweet boy, would remember every single little thing. From how you liked your coffee in the morning to that Christmas present you hinted you wanted six months ago.
R = Rainy Day. How would they spend their rainy day off with you?
Steven is a sucker for a good cuddle. Money is a little tight so instead of turning the heating on during cold, raining winter days, he would opt to have you cuddled against him, a thick blanket over the two of you as you both read your own books. It would be silent except for the storm outside that would often lull Steven into a much-needed sleep, head resting on your shoulder as you ran your hand through his hair.
S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves up?
He still tends to struggle to explain his emotions sometimes. He may begin to try and explain but gets frustrated he can't communicate it properly. So instead, you got him a diary, hoping he may find it easier that way. He did and it actually helped him in finding ways to communicate with you. Of course, a hug and soothing words from you always worked as well.
T = Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, everyday tasks etc.
Stevens love language is definitely acts of service. He would wake up every morning and make you a coffee or tea, making sure to wake you up for work with a kiss and a warm drink to start your day. Gifts wise, he was amazing! As said before, money is a little tight but that doesn’t stop him bringing things home from work often, saying how they’ve just got these new things in stock at the gift shop, and he knew instantly you would love it.
Dates he would struggle a little. He knew of the basics, going out for dinner, going for walks etc. But when it came to doing something bigger and more exciting for anniversaries or birthdays? He had no idea. He thought maybe a more expensive restaurant would be good enough, not really having an idea of what else to do. Eventually though, you would start planning some dates and doing different things together which would give Steven a little inspiration of what to do next.
U = Ugly. What would be some bad habits of theirs?
Steven is messy. Like annoyingly, extremely messy. At first you didn’t mind too much but when you did finally move in and try to clean up his flat a little, it would annoy you to no end when he would come home and mess everything up almost immediately. You knew it wasn’t his fault and he didn’t do it on purpose but even so. When you spoke to him about though, you did notice he started to actively try and be tidier. Though it didn’t make much of a difference - you still appreciated it.
V = Vanity. How concerned are they with how they look?
Not concerned at all most of the time. He often had tired eyes, hair sticking up a little where he would try to tame down the curls but never really succeeding, clothes never ironed and always slightly baggy. But on the occasion, he would make an effort for you. Putting on a suit and tie and even ironing it.
W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?
Steven did have a big plan. He had a reservation at a beautiful restaurant, set aside some money to buy himself a new suit and you a new outfit too. He picked the perfect ring out and was going to buy some flowers to match the colour of the stone. But one evening, when you were both in your pjs, lying on the sofa watching a documentary, Steven looked down at you. Your head was lying on his legs, one hand under his thigh as you hugged his legs. He could see your eyes were starting to droop as he ran his fingers through your hair but could tell you were trying your best to stay awake. In that moment of pure domestic bliss, the words ‘marry me’ slipped past his lips without him even realising it.
X = XO. How do they show you affection?
He’s an act of service kind of man but he’s also very touch deprived. He likes to have a hand on you pretty much at all times, especially when you’re out. Whether that's holding your hand, having his hand on your waist or just standing close enough that your arms brush. Steven also often gives you random kisses, muttering ‘I love you’s’ as he does so. He does little things but does them a lot.
Y = Yearn. What do they do when they miss you?
He’ll take a moment to use the diary you brought him, trying to get out his emotions but usually ends up writing about you. He’ll often burn your favourite candle as well, the smell filling his flat reminding him of you. He did worry sometimes about coming off as needy so would have to learn to cope without your presence with him 24/7, but that doesn’t mean he likes it.
Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?
He loves Gus to pieces, but Steven also likes the thought of having a house cat. A cuddly little thing, all warm and fluffy. He brings it up to you all the time until eventually you both go out and adopt one.
#Steven grant#imagine Steven Grant#moon knight#imagine moon knight#marvel#imagine marvel#the avengers#imagine the avengers#steven grant x reader#steven grant alphabet#fluff alphabet#moon knight fluff alphabet#moon knight alphabet#marvel alphabet
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hiii lovely congrats on 500 you deserve it and so much more!! i wanna request 🩰 dancing princesses for marauders bc i want to know who someone else would ship me with for once hahah
so my gender preference is male, i love reading (especially murder mysteries, historical fiction and romcoms), i love the mcu and i've watched pretty much all of marvel movies, most of them even twice, three or more times. i'm slightly socially awkward, but i have a close knit group of friends who i'm extremely extroverted around. i'm a math and economics girl, and i love history. i'm super delusional. i'm hindu. i absolutely love travelling, my favourite places i've been to being rome, london and dubai. i'm 5'4, closer to 5'5, i have kind of golden skin and a slightly chubby face. my love languages are terms of endearment, words of affection and physical touch.
thank you!! if you can do this, that would be great! if not, that's okay too don't put too much on your plate lovely<3
helloo 🫧🤍 thank you sm for participating in my 500 celebration
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🩰 : i ship you with james potter
╰┈➤ i think james is into murder mysteries. once he played a game of solving a murder case with the marauders and asked you for help, knowing that you must be so much better than them in the field.
╰┈➤ he'd also ask you a million question after you've finished a novel of a murder case.
"wait wait- hold on, so the brother of the man was the one getting arrested because the other guy who is supposedly the man's friend framed him? for money?" he asked bewildered, pointing his fingers in every direction accusingly in the air. "well- not exactly," you laughed and shook your head. it was a task to tell him stories because he tend to pull conclusions way too fast. it's funny though.
╰┈➤ james didn't know anything about the mcu at first before you mentioned how big of a fan you are to him. you like to tell james about the background of each avengers but it was all too confusing for him, though he's invested after watching the avengers with you. you were showing him every marvel movie in its chronological order.
he never shuts up about the modern technologies in the film. "look at that! that's so cool if you ask me. the avengers tower is absolutely ahead of time, i mean- who would ever thought about making that!" he rambled. "i know right? i want to know what's your favourite character," you questioned him. "maybe pietro maximoff?" he shrugged. (jk i don't know which one he'd like but pietro it is because yes;))
╰┈➤ when he first saw you in the light of day? he's absolutely infatuated by how beautiful you were; your skin glows golden under the sunlight. he's all over you, words falling off of his lips about how beautiful you are with his arms firmly circled around your waist.
"have i mentioned how stunning you look?" he said in awe as he watched you doing basically nothing. "thank you," you thanked him with a smile and a small kiss. his arm dropped down to your level in order for him to place his warm hand over the small of your back, rubbing them gently.
╰┈➤ travelling with him during holiday breaks to all the places you want to visit !!
"pack your bags honey 'cause we're going to rome!" he announced on a normal thursday afternoon. you were just finishing up your last bit of work and was taken aback by his surprise. "since uh- when? i mean when?" your eyes widened in disbelief yet a glint of anticipation can't be unseen. "i know you're free next week so next week," he grinned. "i've already bought tickets and booked a hotel."
╰┈➤ once you're sure the relationship is serious and committed, you will introduce him to your close friends! james loves the positive energy together with how full of joy you were around your group of friends. it makes him extremely happy being surrounded with the people you love and love you.
╰┈➤ just imagine celebrating hindu festivals with him !! he would be in awe of every single thing.
╰┈➤ james' love language is definitely words of affirmation. he loves expressing his feelings by words. sometimes they're extremely cheesy and mortifying but at the end of the day, you both know that he means well and that it's all true.
#dwindlinghaze's 500 celebration#🩰 dancing princesses#moots <3#james potter x reader#james potter fluff#james potter imagine#marauders x reader#james potter x you
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Do you have any advice on how to stay away from the bad takes and keep enjoying the good stuff? Some of my favorite blogs are now deactivated or they aren’t posting anymore and I don't think I've ever blocked so many people even in much bigger fandoms. Yet I still see things that are upsetting to the point where part of me wishes I had never joined this fandom
Hey lovely.
So I hit mental rock bottom here recently. The thing about me is that I tend to overthink and sometimes struggle to *stop* especially if I don’t have something significant to keep my brain busy with. Plus we all have our low days.
And I knew I had to step away. Everything was starting to upset me and make me wince. My brain couldn’t stop thinking of the crap I saw here. The fandom went to shit as well, let’s be honest, so that didn’t help. I wanted to deactivate and get lobotomy so I wouldn’t remember ever joining. I especially didn’t want my brain to know what people reduced so many scenes to. I couldn’t even look at Good Omens anymore. The joy was gone from every scene.
And that’s when I stepped away. No more AO3 - that’s where it’s easy to get hit with something that will trigger you. Instead when I have free time I write my own stories because it’s healing for me. And I do other hobbies.
Also I stopped scrolling through the dash as often. Once you stop interacting with certain things or talking about them then Tumblr will show you less of it. Is there anything else you’re interested in? Try to interact a bit with it so your dash starts mixing Good Omens with other things. And every time something triggers you - block. Even if it feels insignificant and you worry if you’re overreacting. It doesn’t matter. Block.
Twitter I nearly cleared from GO completely. Tumblr it’s the only place where I see it. When I specifically go to the dash.
Finally, I focused on other things. Don’t let Good Omens be the only thing you care/think about. It’s easy for many of us who have a problem with obsessing over things but once it becomes such a big part of your life, take a step back. This is why I usually refuse to join fandoms because it’s easier for me to watch/read something and move on because then I will quickly get over it - if instead you dive in, it’s like starting to fall deeper and deeper and oh it’s tragic for us.
It sucks how much this fandom has changed but unfortunately there’s nothing we can do about it. Stay within your circle, grab new fandoms, write, read books, watch movies, go for walks, game… fill your time with other things.
Good Omens can’t be the only thing anymore.
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a friendly little autumn survival guide ~
I am in no way any type of health professional, I am however a chronically ill person who have survived all the autumns that have yet come my way, I even quite love them! But there is no denying this time of the year can be tough on those of us who already have a little extra to handle, so I figured I might as well share those little things I do to keep my head above water this season!
one. Starting your day ~
I know this advice is old as time itself, but it's not for no reason! How your day starts largely affects the rest of your day, so it's important to do what you can to make it enjoyable.
Personally I like to eat breakfast (I usually have pancake batter in the fridge that I make every three days, but anything from bread to cereal is great, as long as there is some nutrition. I like to have it with a cup of tea and watch a light and fun show, like Bob's Burgers or New Girl, whatever I'm currently watching!
Even if you don't have time for this type of morning, there are tons of little things you can do to get your mood up, like listening to music out loud while getting ready, plan outfits you're excited to wear the night before, or read a few pages of a book you're currently into!
two. Traditions
Autumn might not be the time you think of first when you hear traditions, but that's why it's important to make your own!
Small things like having designated fall movies (mine are LOL and Knives Out!), tea and snacks you only enjoy during these months, and even music you that resonates with the season!
three. Routine
Another old and overused advice, but I think people often make too much out of it!
It doesn't have to mean having your entire day planned out, but having a few things you do every day, at the same time, preferably something you enjoy, can do true wonders!
four. Games and TV
A force not to be underestimated.
Make yourself a list with shows and movies that bring out comfort, joy and nostalgia, and have them ready to be put on whenever you feel like you can really use it!
The same can be said for video games, story based ones can be great fora sense of accomplishment, chill ones are great to get time to roll on while just turning your brain off, or online multiplayer ones can do wonders if you're feeling isolated!
five. Use the outside
Nature in fall is amazing.
Going for walks is amazing, at all times of day, but if that's something you can't do, for any reason (all are valid), there are many other ways to enjoy nature and the outside.
Sitting outside, just for a few minutes can do wonders, like on your balcony or porch, or even sitting by the window, preferably with it open for a while so you truly get that fresh air on your face.
Trust me, it makes a real difference!
six. Journaling
This really changed things up for me.
Just putting some of my thoughts down on a page, writing by hand, and having something to look back on when things get chaotic.
I write down everything from how my day's been and why, to just little lists and memos, and it's amazing fo my adhd, and for my sense of time and productivity.
seven. Video Dairies
This is kinda weird, but hear me out!
Filming little clips trough the day, just a few seconds each, when you do something you enjoy, see something pretty, or do something that makes you feel accomplished in any way, and then put them together at the end of the day.
They don't have to look pretty, but they carry a big comfort for me, they help me keep track of my days when all of them seem to blend into one big blur, and they help me appreciate some of the mundane, but beautiful things in my life.
eight. Activities you've missed
Autumn is a time where we tend to spend a lot of time inside.
This can feel like a bummer to a lot of people, but there is silver linings. Picking up old hobbies and interests can be very rewarding, and can connect you to old feelings, goals and enjoyment!
If you need a refresher, there's tons of good, and free classes available online, especially on youtube!
nine. Keep in touch
Fall can be isolating, and for some of us, just going outside or talking to co-workers or other students isn't really an option.
Online communities can be wonderful for this, there are fandoms and communities for anyone and anything these days.
Connecting with people you already know is also important, and there are loads of ways to do that. Sometimes you have to take the initiative, sure, and that can feel draining, but if you're in a different position than your friends, they might be busier in their day-to-day life than they realize, and as long as these are friends that gets excited to hear from you and often say yes, taking initiative doesn't have to be a bad thing!
ten. Ending your day
Similar to the first point, how you're ending your day is more important than you think.
Winding down and letting yourself relax before bed is so important, as is sleeping in a healthy environment. Fresh air, sheets that get changed regularly, a dark room, and no loud videos or bright phone screens right before you close your eyes are great tips.
I also find a little skincare, some body lotion, and a good brushing of my hair helps me wind down and sleep better, but that's a personal thing, mostly!
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Like I said, I am no professional, and these tips are not for everyone. I just wanted to share some of the things that works for me, in hope that maybe one of them could make one person feel a little better!
Reblogs are okay <3
#autumn#fall#autumn mood#fall vibes#mental health#self care#chronic illness tag#chronic illness#chronic illness support#self care is not selfish#self care tips#self care reminder#gaming#fandoms#nature#morning routine#routine#journaling#video diaries#friends#hobbies#self love#irl tag#personal#movies#autumn advice#fall life#fall traditions#traditions#hobby
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Hi, I don’t know if you’re into the Hunger Games but if you are, I was wondering if you noticed any parallels between the “Covey” in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes book and Romani communities in real life. The Covey in the book are a nomadic community in North America that use music as their main trade (performing in the districts in exchange for donations) and a great source of joy. I know there’s a lot of cultural celebration through music and dance in Romani communities so I was wondering if you had any thoughts on that. The Covey also adopt abandoned children (which, with the Romani, obviously has a packed history) and are looked down upon by a lot of people in the districts but also kind of romanticized at the same time. They also seem to speak differently from others in the districts, using different accents and phrases. When I think of an expert on Romani culture, I think of you, so I was just wondering if you have thoughts on that.
Well, first of all, please do not prop me up as an expert. I'm pretty good at research and I obviously care a lot about my community and culture, but there are a lot of things that I'm not a good source for.
Anyway, I haven't read the book, and if I'm being honest, I'm probably not going to. I did read the first couple Hunger Games books when they came out, but I wasn't a huge fan. That said, Songbirds and Snakes has definitely been a subject of conversation lately, and I think the general consensus is that the Covey are definitely evocative of the Romani people. The imagery, the occupations, and the perceived foreignness of their language and culture all make it seem as if Collins was drawing on typical depictions of Romani people.
Without reading the book, though, I can't tell if she based the Covey purely off of stereotypes and outsider depictions of Romani people, or if she was actually looking at primary sources, and I certainly can't tell you what her intentions were. As far as I'm aware, it seems like the Covey are a lifestyle group, rather than an actual culture or ethnicity-- characters in Collins' world choose to live this way, or are adopted into the lifestyle, but it's ultimately an occupation, not a diaspora. That's one of the biggest misconceptions about Romani people, and it can be really harmful. Removing the racial context allows outsiders to distort our history and project negative agendas onto our culture and lifestyles. This is how historically marginalized outgroups becomes social problems-- it's easy to paint us as shiftless, criminal vagabonds if you have no context why our communities rely on itinerant labor and experience generational poverty. That's a generalization that only applies to some Romani groups, but you get the picture.
I find that, in terms of genre fiction, Romani and Romani-coded characters tend to fall into one of three categories-- aracial fairytale creatures (every traveling witch or fortuneteller); racialized characters taken out of context or used in an exploitative fashion (the "gyptians" in The Golden Compass); or characters who present as Romani as a visual shorthand for certain lifestyles or occupations. These characters look and act like gypsies-- whatever you think that means-- because they are travelers, outsiders, itinerant workers, maybe criminals. They're not modeling those behaviors because the writer actually thinks that's what Romani people do-- Romani people are an aesthetic that the writer associates with those behaviors.
If I had to guess, I'd say that's how the Covey were conceived. And again, if she doesn't conceive of them as an ethnic group who are connected to, or descended from, any kind of historically real Romani population, then it's not representation.
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What's your favourite part about playing music (DUDE YOU PLAY THE VIOLIN THAY IS SO COOL GOGUISSHSKWKNEKFFODKD I LOVE VIOLIN SO MUCU 😭😭😭 EVERYTIME I HEAR STRINGS IN A SONG I LOSE MY SHITTJDKSODKFKFKDKD)
(also guitar player buddies pog:D I love playing the guitar sobs)
ALSO SPEAKING OF VIOLIN DO YOU KNOW WHO ANDREW BIRD IS
https://spotify.link/4hjuyaIGxIb
RAHSHS
Oh gosh, there’s so much I love I can’t narrow it down to just one thing, so I’ve made a top 3. (This is going to be long, btw.)
1. Inner peace. Idk how to explain it, but when I sit down just me, my guitar and one of my old books full of songs I can sight read back to front it’s like the rest of the world disappears. I don’t really need to think about playing the music, and I don’t get frustrated because I know the songs, but I still need to focus enough so my thoughts don’t drift. It’s just me and my music in that moment. Nothing else. That’s my happy place. Especially in summer when I can go and sit in the garden in the sun. I play music just for me and just for the joy of learning it. I don’t really like playing for other people or showing off because then I’m no longer playing for me and my perfectionism kicks in hard, which makes it a lot harder to still enjoy the music.
2. Playing with other musicians! I joined our music school’s string orchestra this year and I’ve been having a blast. It made me realise how much I had missed by guitar ensemble. Such a big part of being a teen was that one hour a week I spent in guitar ensemble with my friends (none of us liked the teacher and we were little shits about it, but we did get shit done). I also think that’s how you learn the most/fastest. A. Because you have a bunch of other people how can help/teach you. B. Because you have to learn in order to keep up, you have to match that same level to play along.
It’s also fun because the stress of having to preform falls away. Everyone is too focused on their own thing to notice your mistakes and the audience tends to not hear or notice the mistakes because it’s really hard to tell that they are there without either knowing the song already or having the sheet music in front of you. So I like playing in a group because I can convince myself to not put too much pressure on it.
Oh, and jam sessions with friends are always fun. I tend to have one once every 3-4 months. Sometimes it’s playing songs we already know or tried. Sometimes it’s just “hey what if we did this song?” And then everyone looks up the chords and we try it a few times. Seeing the music come together is always fun. I end up going home with a sore throat from singing my lungs out every time.
3. This one’s not really about playing it, but sharing music. Going “Hey, I learned to play this song, what do you think?” or “hey i wrote this. Any thoughts?” or talking about new musicians you discovered and making your friends listen. And listening to the stuff your friends write! I have a friend who composed classical music and orchestral shit and I love getting little private concerts!
VIOLIN IS SO COOL! It’s also hell to learn. It’s like playing a video game with endless boss battles. You constantly have to work your way up to the fight so you can get past that hurdle only to be immediately hit with the next skill issue. I’m struggling so hard with the third position. Not even with the position itself, just with switching between first and third and back. I miss my frets!!! I miss being able to see/feel where my notes are instead of having to know them all by muscle memory! And don’t get me started on the bow. Violin is like 80% bow control/management and it’s funfair! I do really love playing the violin. It’s so much fun once you get the hang of a piece.
YOU PLAY THE GUITAR TOO!?! GUITAR BUDDIES, HELL YEAH!
Oh I didn’t, but I’m looking him up right now.
#the askers#icyfox17#music#Phoenix I know you read these#I still need to get a copy of Victorian Dance Party on my phone because it’s a crime I can’t listen to it when it’s stuck in my head
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Mountain Headcanons (SFW Edition)
Wowza, I'm actually making Ghost content- In other news, I decided to make headcanons for Mountain, both SFW and NSFW (which will be posted after this). This is my personal view on Mountain and a good look into how I see our big boy. Putting it under the cut due to how many there are haha
-Mountain loves plants. That’s a given seeing as his element is Earth. He loves all types of plants and also loves to gift plants to his pack. His favorite plants to gift are aloe veras, succulents, and bamboo.
-Mountain is one out of two pack protectors, with the other being Aether. He knows when to be protective and serious but also when to be silly and goofy. He won’t hesitate to attack a threat and has landed himself in the Abbey’s infirmary multiple times because of it.
-On top of being a protector he won’t hesitate to throw himself into a play fight with his packmates. No one dares to go against Mountain except for Dewdrop and Swiss because the others know they’ll end up with more than just a few scratches and bruises. On multiple occasions, the trio has all landed themselves in the infirmary with a nice lecture from Copia about being too rough when play fighting. Once Copia leaves Mountain will shoot a look to the other two ghouls that says it’s not over yet.
-Mountain is a big cuddle bug. He loves to start cuddle piles in the main area on the couch or in his nest in his room. He’s the one who will be purring the loudest and the most likely to fall asleep first in a cuddle pile because he’s so calm and relaxed.
-Mountain loves to give gifts. He’s a very creative ghoul and loves to create things to give to his pack. He loves to give books to Dewdrop, ones he’s made himself because he’s the only one who knows about Dewdrop’s love for reading. He knows Cumulus loves to style hair so he often makes custom hair clips and accessories for her. The remaining ghouls and ghoulettes are just happy to receive anything and everything from Mountain.
-Mountain tends to run out of social battery faster than the others which is why he doesn’t always go on outings with his pack. The others always bring something back for him from wherever they go and sometimes they’ll do a video call to check on the big guy. Mountain wouldn’t say anything, but he appreciates the gestures more than he could ever explain with words and actions.
-Mountain has bad anxiety and struggles with depression as well. Most days he’ll have one or the other, but on days where he has both he likes to stay in his room, allowing only certain ghouls or ghoulettes in (no one takes it personally if they aren’t allowed in that day, they’ll have someone who is allowed in carry a message for them and a small gift of some sort to show that they love the big guy).
-When his anxiety and depression get really bad he turns to drumming for an escape. He’ll sit in the practice room with the door locked for hours and drum away to any and all songs, any song is game for him. Other times when he gets a certain thought or urge, he’ll draw on himself or write down his pack’s names on his arms in pretty cursive and make it all fancy with multiple colors.
-Mountain loves to sit in the windows in the halls of the Abbey at night and watch it storm. Sometimes he’ll bring Rain or Dewdrop with him to watch the storms and cuddle up with them under a blanket with two pillows, one for each of them. Mountain likes to have Dewdrop sit in his lap while he prefers to have Rain cuddled against his side.
-Mountain enjoys taking walks in the forest, sitting in nature with his animal friends, and feeding the little critters that come up to him. He’s made friends with many bunnies and foxes, even a few birds and deer. He feels safe in the forest and sometimes will bring someone with him to show them the forest and what it holds. Every time he brings someone with him he likes to watch their amazement and their eyes sparkle with joy and happiness as Mountain takes them through the forest.
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