#jacinter week

[winterrhayle]

locked up in this old cocoon / street light shining on my room

tlc ship weeks ~ song lyric day

[boardthatsinkingship]

TLC Ship Weeks 2024

Jacinter + Childhood

he’s concentrating very hard

[worldtriggerurmom]

TLC Ship Weeks 2024

Jacinter

[therealkaidertrash21]

tlc ship weeks - change the universe (arcane universe)

enforcer Jacin and maybe councilor Winter

umm so I hate this. like it took me so long and for what 😭. like I'm posting this now and I will try my best to forget it exists 🙏. oh and I now the picture is bad but my phone is shit and I don't feel like taking more lol

[crescentchat]

my contribution to jacinter week!

wonderland 🍰🗝🫖🍄🃏

"tell me" 🎺🗽🕝⛓🍾

poison 🧪🪞🕊️❄️⚗️

[impossiblesuitcase]

what are your fave jacinter hcs post revolution? :)

Here's one:

A few years after the revolution, Jacin starts medical school on Earth. That means a lot of time away from Winter, which he doesn't like, but he still has time to comm her during class and see her during the day. She stays local to his university, working with the Lunar embassy there in public relations.

They're both happy over that time. Jacin finally, finally starts to lose a bit of his grumpiness, his performative apathy, returning to the more openly emotional man she knew before he became a guard. Even their friends are surprised at this less abrasive version of him, but he still remains pleasantly snarky.

They want to get married, of course. Except he's being flogged by exams, and planning a wedding would take a lot of time and energy and he wants to give Winter the full attention and support she deserves. They agree to wait until there's a lull in his studies before that.

Then he starts his residency. He's working 12 hour shifts, with a 5 hour window for sleep, while still being on call. He gets breaks, sure, but he is flat out (Australian for busy). He sees Winter occasionally. Well, every day, but it's 5 minutes of a rushed meal and chatter and then he's off again. He hates it. She is generally frustrated by it. Still they both know it's where he should be right now, and he loves finally knowing how to help people, rather than just wishing he knew.

Six months in, Winter gets a comm while he's on a break:

Jacin: Winter, im sorry that im making you put up with this. you deserve to have the wedding that you dream of and a person who will be there for you always like i promised i would be. i dont deserve you.

Now another thing Jacin doesn't like--he isn't around to protect Winter. Sure, years have passed and she's more in control of her trauma and fears, but his peace of mind is never settled if she's not right next to him. So this residency period is hell for him. She spends a lot of time with their friends, sending him pics to assure him that she's with good company, regularly updating him on her wellbeing in what she calls 'sanity checks', a term he dislikes--"You're not insane."

So one day he's doing his final shift for the week when he receives this comm:

Winter: My darling Jacin. You mean everything to me. I need nothing more in life so long as you are in my arms, physically or in spirit. The walls bleed with you, my love, bleed water and diamonds and joy...

Walls. Bleeding?!

Jacin sprints out of the hospital. He tracks Winter's port, finding her just in the park on the next block. He's panting and stumbling when he finds her by the lake. She's donning a summery white dress, which on her rivals any vogue bride, and is holding a flower crown in her hands. She's decidedly not screaming or sobbing like the last time he saw her mention bleeding walls.

"Love?" he garbles out, racing up to her.

Winter gestures for him to slow down. Once in arm's reach, she plops the crown on his greasy, unbrushed hair and steadies his shoulders with her grip. "My darling Jacin. You mean everything to me. I need nothing more in life so long as you are in my arms, physically or in spirit," she repeats, in what is evidently a rehearsed speech.

"Bleeding walls?" he interrupts harshly.

"Hush." She pulls him into her arms. "Jacin, you are everything I deserve. I never want you to question that for a moment. Never let those clinical lights and smell of antiseptic confuse your senses into believing that I wouldn't want you, just the way you are."

There's more words spoken, from him and her, and his bewilderment and worry is still not supplanted with relief. Yes, she might assure him of this now, but he'll be back to endless shifts, and her patience will run out.

"I don't want to wait until things are calmer," she confesses, "because I love you with how things are now as much as I would at any other time." She pulls away and reaches up, adjusting his crown. "The crown has a purpose, you know. I bet you just thought I brought it because I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy."

She closes an eye. "You thought my message was crazy."

He's silent, because yes, he did.

"Once upon a time, I was a princess. So if I marry a boy, he becomes a prince. We aren't married yet, but I declare that we should make a promise first." She leans up and kisses him quickly. "There. That will suffice until the wedding. And this"--she gestures to the crown--"gives you your title."

"Title?"

"My prince. My knight and best friend. Until I change that to something else."

"Fiancé?"

"I was thinking husband."

He kisses her. Then he spends the next month in comms with his supervisor. He wrangles a 5-month break out of them, but he has to work 6 months first. During that time of work, he proposes, and now that he's more established in his residency, his hours drop. He does have time for wedding planning, and they wed the first week of that break. It's a busy few newlywed years, but it quiets down once he's out of his residency. He's still protective, yes, but he doesn't need to be by her side constantly anymore to be calm. He does not want to be known as a prince, even when Cinder and Kai joke that they'll make him one against his will.

He never protests when Winter calls him her prince.

[elenasanchezpoeme]

A la montagne - Jacint Verdaguer - poète catalan

Dans ce poème, A la muntanya, l'auteur propose une fusion parfaite entre le symbole de spiritualité et d'élévation de la montagne et l'âme humaine en quête de paix.

Bonne lecture et excellent week-end !

À la montagne

Je grimpe au sommet de la montagne, mon cœur se remplit de lumière : la vallée reste dans l’ombre, Dieu m’illumine avec amour. L’air est pur comme l’espérance, l’eau chante en coulant, les fleurs prient en silence, les oiseaux marquent le temps. Au sommet, tout est prière, tout est paix et liberté ; l’âme s’envole plus légère qu’une feuille dans la volonté. Si un jour vous me cherchez, ne me cherchez pas dans la douleur : montez là-haut dans la montagne, c’est là que mon cœur vous parlera.

[bumblekits]

They are stargazing :)

[rosiecottonbud]

jacinter day 3: song lyric

“I’m afraid of the things in my brain.

But we can stay here, and laugh away the fear”

- Intertwined, dodie

[solkorolevastan]

If it’s one thing Winter and Jacin would be after the war or in like any AU is just INSUFFERABLY SWEET WITH COMPLIMENTING EACH OTHER IN PUBLIC.

Like you’re just walking past this random couple and you hear “Jacin, you are the completion of my soul the very substance that makes up my spirit and blood that keeps me alive.” And then “Winter, you are the very apex of perfection in every way shape and form and you are my entire reason for being and without you I’d be like a tether drifting into the void.” Then they just walk into Costco yk

Like they’d be horrible to be around especially as like someone who is single and that’s why I love them like they’re concocting epic poetry on the daily cuz that’s how they feel about each other while you cry into an empty ice cream pan-

[rapunzelfromthemoon]

The Lunar Chronicles characters and couples as one out-of-context lyric from Red (Taylor's Version) (2021) by Taylor Swift

Cinder: "and they still tell the legend of how you disappeared"

Kai: "these days I'm restless, work days are endless"

Scarlet: "I was raised in a farm, no, it wasn't a mansion"

Wolf: "new to town with a made up name"

Cress: "this daydream is dangerous"

Thorne: "I wish I could fly"

Winter: "we were seventeen and crazy running wild, wild"

Jacin: "so casually cruel in the name of being honest"

Iko: "it feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters"

Kinney: "I feel a responsability to do what's upstanding and right"

The whole Rampion Crew: "we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time"

Levana: "love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right"

Torin: "Mr. Superior Thinking"

Kaider: "this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you and you are worlds away"

Cinder: "I know that you like me, and it's kinda frightening"

Kai: "meet me there tonight, let me know that it's not all in my mind"

Wolflet: "took off faster than a green light, go"

Scarlet: "so you were never a saint and I loved in shades of wrong"

Wolf: "and I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes, tongue tied"

Cresswell: "come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away from here"

Cress: "I keep picturing her lips on your neck, I can't unsee it"

Thorne: "baby I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me"

Jacinter/Wincin: "not tryin' to fall in love, but we did like children runnin'"

Winter: "push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun"

Jacin: "believe one thing: I won't go away"

[winterrhayle]

jacin, son of the huntsman & winter, daughter of snow white

tlc ship weeks ~ change the universe (ever after high !!!)

[worldtriggerurmom]

TLC Ship Weeks 2024

Jacinter

[therealkaidertrash21]

tlc ship weeks 2024

jacinter day 3 - song lyric

[gingerale2017]

Aww wincin/ jacinter <3

tlc ship weeks 2021

winter x jacin, day 4: song lyric day!

the song is War of Hearts by Ruelle (i highly recommend the acoustic version)

Come to me

In the night hours

I will wait for you

And I can't sleep

'Cause thoughts devour

Thoughts of you consume

“Come to me,” Winter had said to him once, when he was standing guard outside her room. “Tonight.”

Jacin’s face stayed emotionless, but a slight twitch of his eye showed her he’d heard.

He had always had thoughts of spending the night with Winter in her room, simply to lie next to her and feel the heat of her skin touching his. And yet, now that he was here, he knew he’d never be able to sleep with her so close to him.

He could hear her breathing. He turned his head and he could see the thick curls of her hair splayed out underneath her head on the pillow, could smell something like flowers on her. It made him think of an old Earthen fairy tale he’d heard once. A princess who’d been poisoned by her evil stepmother, encased in a glass case that her loyal dwarf friends had made for her, waiting for her prince to kiss her and wake her up.

I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can't help but want you

I know that I'd die without you

He wished he could stay, but it was nearing midnight, and there was a guard down the hallway that usually passed by him at this time, and she would surely notice if he was missing. He kissed the tips of his fingers and pressed them to Winter’s cheek. Softly, like a single snowflake falling from the sky, so as to not disturb her.

She woke up anyway, round eyes blinking lazily at him, a slow smile spreading across her cheeks.

“Hi, Jacin.”

“Hey, Winter.”

She noticed his position, sitting on the edge of the bed, one foot already on the ground. “Where are you going?”

“I have to leave. I’m sorry.” Jacin made to get up, but she caught his arm in a surprisingly strong grip.

Stay with me

A little longer

I will wait for you

Shadows creep

And want grows stronger

Deeper than the truth

“Stay a few more minutes?” When he didn’t seem convinced, she added, “If anyone asks, I’ll say you’re helping me get rid of the monster under my bed.”

How could he say no to that?

“All right, Winter, I’ll stay a little longer.”

Winter lay back down, satisfied, and Jacin sat by the side of her bed, leaning his head back to look at her. Even in the dark, he could see her lips quirk up as their eyes met.

“I can’t sleep with you looking at me like that.” She admitted.

“Like what?”

“Like this.” Winter sat up and leaned forward, and suddenly their faces were just centimeters apart. Jacin’s breath caught. I want to kiss her, his stupid, traitorous heart thought, and suddenly he was sure she was thinking the same thing because she brought her own face closer. Her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, and the stars outside were reflected in her eyes. Her breath tickled his cheek.

For a moment, all was silent as they stared at each other in the dark.

I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can't help but want you

I know that I'd die without you

I can't help but be wrong in the dark

'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts

I can't help but want oceans to part

'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts

They moved forward at the same time. Winter’s lips were soft, and she sighed into his mouth, closing her eyes as if she’d wanted this for as long as he had, like she’d been holding back too. Her hand tugged him closer, until there was no space in between them. Jacin felt like she’d lit every nerve of his on fire.

In that moment, the world disappeared, and it was just the two of them. He wished it would last forever, that Levana and all their problems would just wash away like the sand on Earthen seas every time a wave passed.

Then they parted, both breathing heavily. Winter ducked her head, suddenly shy, and Jacin could feel heat blooming across his cheeks, his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

He glanced at his watch. “I should go.”

She nodded, solemn, then smiled, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “Good night, Jacin.”

Jacin knew he was grinning like an idiot as he closed the door behind him.

“Good night, Winter.”

ao3

[elenasanchezpoeme]

Le chant de la tourterelle - Jacint Verdaguer-poète catalan

Dans ce poème, La plor de la tórtora, Jacint Verdaguer illustre sa vision spirituelle de la mort, où mourir n'est pas une fin mais un repos.

Bonne lecture et bon week-end !

Le chant de la tourterelle

Le jour où je mourrai, ne pleurez pas sur mon sort : moi, je pars vers le repos, c’est vous qui restez avec la mort.