#I can't concentrate on anything or hear what the characters are saying when people do that

[cookinguptales]

what the heck, TIL it's wildly affordable to rent out an entire movie theater. seeing prices between $100-500 depending on the size, location, and whether you want to watch a current movie. you can apparently hook up video game systems, too, and have a giant mario party night with your friends or something.

idk why I thought it'd be like $1000 minimum or something... like if you're going with enough people, it could even be cheaper to see a private screening than to all get tickets...

I saw one person say that every year they have a Christmas party with their friends and family and they rent out a theater to watch a Christmas movie. they all bring Christmas snacks and the theater is like $100 total. that's wild to me.

[maopll]

Hewwo. Could I request Kaveh, Thoma, Cyno and Wanderer with an s/o who loves talking about how handsome they are?

Oh, you give me butterflies

| genshin impact !

⌗:, you just can't brush of the feeling you first felt when you met your lover but...you still have the same butterflies everytime you see his handsome face...

⌗:, I've waited for a while for my sisters laptop to be cleared but since I can't get my hands on it no gradient for this one lmfao enjoy

⌗:, a/n: I still drool over genshin men I can't help it. its unfair of hyv to keep pulling out pretty characters. I may or may not have gone overboard with Wanderer.

⌗:, warning: nothing just fluff, fluff, fluff

,,people fawn over how good he looks and you being his lover are really proud but when you look at his face more closer, with more adoration you can't get over how his face looks like as if it was crafted by gods....

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Kaveh being the light of Ksharewar and a stern follower of aesthetics and architects maintains his face like a beauty expert. He would hate it if his face isn't smooth without any faults just like his unbeatable architectural masterpieces.

You love his face when he is concentrated but when his face is covered in sweat after he completes his work with a smirk of victory on his face...oh you go crazy looking at him something just starts riling up in you.

You observe him when he works because you are unable to spend time cuddling him as he is busy covering up his debts. You observe him because you like his face but maybe you stare a little too hard. " like what you see [name] ?" he said and you just suddenly proclaimed how much you love staring at his pretty face that it became a hobby of yours.

when you finally processed what you said you flushed bright red while Kaveh had a lovable smile on his face.

oh how could his [name] be so adorable? don't worry you won't get away from him until he has given you a sufficient amount of kisses !

You fell head first when you saw the kamisato retainer Thoma on his way out from the estate on his way to the shrine, the same direction as you and that's pretty much how you both fell in love at first sight.

You love thoma to the moon and back and you love the way how he gets easily flustered when you tease him even a little bit. it makes you feel giddy. you always cook food for him on the pretense of you getting the chance to visit him and feed him.

While you were feeding him the food you made you stated gently at his lips. the way they parted and the way thd food would go down his throat, you observed his every little act with great detail. You told him that " how do you look so handsome in whatever you do? im so glad i fell in love with you first" hearing your sudden statement made him choke on his food and you seriously got worried.

" [name] thank you for the compliment but...I am eating and I might choke"

You were an adventurer of the desert, and you heard of the general mahamatra, Cyno but you never saw him in person until you were being ambushed by a group of hiluchurls, and he came to save you.

His reason for loving you is very simple. you are a great person and you like his jokes..well to some extent not all are bad. You helped him many times when he was carrying out his duty and after some time both of you moved to a new home. You loved how he looked when he wielded his spear with ease and how he would finish off the enemies in one go. You swear that you never saw a much more cool boyfriend than yours.

You also picked up his habit of saying bad jokes and you told him when he was resting

"Cyno, do you know what kind of tea I like?"

"...what kind?"

"It's you, shawtea"

Well he liked your joke but you could've been straightforward with your admiration for him. Nevertheless he is glad you have a keen sense of humor.

After Scaramouche became Wanderer he did not want to suffer another betrayal and wanted to forget anything that happened to him. But he was sure that if you leave him, he would suffer the greatest betrayal that he will never be free from. You were just an Inn keeper in sumeru and you happened to see him wandering aimlessly. You didn't want him to catch a cold in that storm so you brought him in. But who knew that it would become another tale, lead to another beginning in his life?

You provided him with everything you could after you got to know about his past. You provided him with warmth that he could always expect from the person who loves him a lot. You would sheepishly smile from across the room when he would pout at you for not giving him enough attention for the day.

One night after you caught a cold he stayed right beside your bed taking care of you lest anything goes wrong or you need his help. You were in a daze and unknowingly you told him " you act so rough and tough around everyone...but how come you change your attitude around me? really..I like it a lot how sweet you act towards me...I love you so much. I love your face, I love your lips, I love all your scars that are proof of your bravery, I love the way you talk, I love your everything"

it was so simple yet so laced with love. it was his first time hearing something so pure that he was sure he couldn't believe it. his brain turned into mush when you confessed your heartfelt feelings to him.

He loved you since the day he met you, he loves you today and he will keep loving you till the end of time.

[tartigglez]

Hii can i request childe thoma and diluc with an s/o that has trouble communicating? Like s/o didnt have a good childhood growing up. So whenever they want to say "i love you" they do it through actions like giving gifts and hugs. Sorry if this was long! Have a nice day :)

hi friend! hopefully this was something along the lines of what you were looking for! (i tried lol)

"another day"

childe, thoma, diluc (seperate) x gn!reader

genre: fluff (??)

word count: 1k

tags: all characters are in a LTR with the reader, childe being serious (ikr what the heck), lowkey husband material thoma, diluc can't communicate fr but he tries

tw/cw: one mention of injury i think, talking about feelings, love languages, copious volumes of physical touch (sfw bc THIS IS NOT A HORNY BLOG)

a/n: i hope this is acceptable. also sorry i haven't posted in a hot minute, school is getting on my shit rn :((((( (it was very hard to find a name for this)

childe has always been able to tell that your love language was not words of affirmation. at first in your relationship, he felt a little weird about it, and constantly told you that you could talk to him if you needed to. he didn’t feel that you were hiding anything from him, more just thinking that you felt you couldn’t tell him things because of how often he was at work. childe is not the most serious person in the world, but he definitely wants to know how you’re feeling at the times when he isn’t joking around so much.

after he asks you about it, and you give a brief explanation of your feelings towards him, and perhaps why things are the way they are, he will slowly get better at reading you based on your actions. He finds acts of service absolutely endearing, like when he’s going to make his lunch for the following day at the bank, only to find you’ve already packed it for him, or when he’s sustained a small injury in battle and you tend to him.

he will come home from work early one day (he got sent home bc he kept daydreaming about you), only to find you arranging a bouquet of flowers for him. ribbons and greenery and flowers and a vase laid out on the living room floor, and you carefully putting each flower in place like it was the most delicate craft known to man, so concentrated that you didn’t hear him come in. he knocks gently on the door upon entering, as to not startle you…

“baby? what’s all this?”

“oh, nothing…”

“are these for me? how sweet!”

“no! i mean yes? i mean- i thought maybe-... do you not like them?”

“i love them, and i love you!”

he gently grabs your wrist to get you up from the floor, pulling you right into his arms and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

thoma is very socially aware (?). since he spends so much time around people, he can easily tell how they’re feeling and what they're thinking, which is a skill he doesn’t really even notice himself having, or one that he notices himself using on you. he knows what you’re thinking sometimes before you even do! he realises that sometimes people need space to understand themselves and is more than happy to give that to you, and understands if you don’t give him words of affirmation. he’s pretty secure in his image of himself, so it’s easy for him to understand if you express your love in a different manner. 

thoma is someone who has a LOT of love to give, but is so busy sometimes that when he has a super packed schedule for the day, he will condense all that care and compassion into a short space of time, be it the morning, when you’re eating together, or when you’re laying together in bed, slowly falling asleep. if you fall asleep before him, he will wrap his arms around you, and whisper about how he loves you before falling asleep himself. 

he totally giggles when you’re cuddling him and touching or poking at his cheeks out of boredom, or running your hands through his hair. will just start cackling and not be able to stop, and suddenly you’ve both succumbed to laughter and are just melting in each others arms.

he has a routine of cooking dinner for you at least 3 times a week, and despite the fact that you tell him you will help he will insist that you don’t lift a finger. so you will sit on the bench in the kitchen and adore him. he’ll literally be rinsing rice and then turn back around and you suddenly hug him. 

“so anyway i was thinking, if i cook the broth just a little bit le- oh? hello there. what’s this, hm? let me set this pot down first, sweetie.” 

diluc has never been in a relationship before you, so at first he doesn’t notice the fact that you face difficulty with expressing your feelings towards him. he understands very well how you feel about him from the way you act, and hopes you notice his feelings towards you too. he doesn’t really like the idea of couples being all in each others faces too much, he honestly thinks its a little cringe and over the top. it's all about the little things with diluc, he's a simple man.

understands that you love him when you brush his hair for him, or put your arms around his waist when he gets home in the evening. he knows that this is how you express your affection for him, and he trusts you enough to let you do these things, whereas he would never let anyone else do this.

he’s not a very poetic person, so he finds it a little hard to find the words to explain how he feels about you. he will instead settle for small gestures to show his appreciation for you, and hopes you know how much you mean to him. 

he knows how important communication is though, so despite the fact he knows you both might have problems with it, he tries his best to make sure you know how he feels about you. eventually he will probably approach you, speaking in a low, gentle tone in an attempt to initiate a very loving conversation about how you both feel. he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and wants you to feel safe, so if you don’t want to talk about it he will give you a hug, assure you that it’s completely okay and say it can wait for another day. 

[robin1729]

living in the moment ft. my dad

I have always had my head in the clouds, a little bit? I have spent my entire life lost in stories. It started with those magazines they have for kids. Champak, Magic Pot, Tinkle. Then it moved to novels for kids. Secret Seven, Famous Five, anything Enid Blyton really. Then Fantasy. Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl. Then as we grew older, the classics. Pride and Prejudice, Oliver Twist, Black Beauty. I was the kid who always had his nose in a book. In our substitute periods, my friends would be calling my name and I simply wouldn't hear them because that's how engrossed I was. I would be walking down the stairs with my head in a book and people would warn me that I am going to fall, and I would tell them (with a bit of pretentious snobbiness, I have to admit) that I had been doing this shit since I was 6.

Then came college, and like a lot of people I shifted to shows and movies. How I met your mother, Parks and Recreation, New girl. The same thing happened. My eyes were now always glued to my phone screen. I watched with so much concentration and watched the same things so many times I ended up memorising entire 9 season long shows. I started narrating movies dialogue-by-dialogue in front of my friends.

My dad didn't help either. He had to see every movie that came out. If too many movies came out in a month, he would bring pirated CDs for 50 rupees each and we would watch them on our tv. He would randomly come in his car in the evenings when me and my brother would be playing with our friends, roll down his windows, and say "Get in the car, we are going to the theater." Our friends would watch with childish jealousy as we just randomly up and went to see a movie. We wouldn't even check what was in the theaters that week. We would just get there and sit for whatever was starting in the next 15 minutes. I have seen so many sequels without watching the original?

Somewhere in all of this, I think I lost some sense of reality. I would be writing novels in my head. And no, not just outlines. I would be sitting on the dining table, writing them in my head sentence-by-sentence as I ate my food, mouthing dialogues that my characters would speak in the way they would speak them and not realise what I was doing until my brother pointed it out. That must have been creepy for him, to say the least. Suddenly I am 23 and life is more complicated than in any book, show, or movie I had ever read or seen. People on LinkedIn talking about the best investments and wanting to build careers and customer service strategies and I find it so hard to care sometimes??

Why can't I just be happy that my friend Hagrid has come back from Azkaban where he was wrongfully imprisoned for being the heir of Slytherin and that Gryffindor has won the house cup again? But noooo, I have to make excel sheets, and powerpoint presentations, and think of the best way to automate our processes. The real world is so, so boring.

My dad, somehow though, lives in both these worlds. He still watches every hindi movie and show that comes out. But never gets too attached. He really just watches them for simple entertainment and then doesn't get obsessed??? what a maniac?? He doesn't even remember plots of movies he saw two weeks back. And I remember movies I saw when I was 15 like I saw them yesterday. Whenever we talk, I want to talk about astronomy, and philosophy. About how tiny and insignificant we are in space and time, about thought experiments. And he never has anything to say about any of those things. He just nods and listens. "I don't really think about this stuff," he says. He has experienced way more stories than I have, and yet his head stays on the ground. If it's not something that affects him here and now, in the real world, he doesn't wanna hear about it. Who cares if wormholes can exist or not, when it's not affecting his life in any way?

And like, I get it. Life already throws so many things in your way; why add to it, right? He keeps his head clear, focuses only on the present, and on what is directly in front of him. A simple man. And on some level, I admire that. And I have been trying to be like that. But I don't want to lose my passion for stories, for things like the universe and different theories of ethics.

There's this very young businesswoman and internet personality I admire, and she is a great speaker. She always comes across as very confident and very sure of herself. And she was asked in an event how she deals with any failures or setbacks. And she said that she has learnt to regulate her emotions, so that she doesn't get too happy when something goes her way, and she doesn't get too sad when something doesn't.

Isn't that... kind of sad? It broke my heart, to be honest. I wanna be madly happy when something goes my way, dude. I wanna party and feel like I am on top of the world and that I am invincible. Moderating your emotions sounds like dulling the human experience.

Like always, I don't know what the answer is. But right now I am a little tired of feeling too much, of thinking too much. So I am going to try my dad's approach for a while, and let you know how it goes.

[martinys-world]

the girl (7)

chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

I made a post before this on. talking about the discord server that i have made. Since no one seen it or cared enough. I going to talk about it here. I was thinking my character was over powered in this chapter. so I made a post and was saying how I posted chapter 7 there and wanted some feedback. I posted on July 15th. a good 5 days before this one. So I left the chapter the way it is.

So if you want to join the discord comment: the robot you like. I will send you the link for the story

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I went back to my bag and began to dig. After I found my Nokia 1011 phone, a car door open sound filled the car. 

“Good hold this.”

 I handed him my phone and continued digging. When I felt the plastic case. I yank it out. so, I can grab the leopard glass and a security bandage with the four diamonds likes symbol. The same diamond as my pencil case.   I was beginning to put on the glasses

“Sliver what you are doing.” 

“don’t worry about it.”

“Why you are complaining, she looks good.”

“I will tell you this since it won’t go against Kris promise. when you see the things, I seen. You learn how to make your paths easier. I can't tell you anymore than that.”

I saw a yellow beam when, we were beginning to drive. it must have been that energy surge. Arcee was talking about.  Grabbing my phone from Noah.

“Noah please hold this,” I traded Noah the phone for the badge after I toss my bag in the back.  

“I must make a phone call. Mirage, please take control so I can concentrate.”

I quickly dial a number that I know by heart. The ringers didn’t even go to the second ring when he picked up. 

“YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHATS GOING ON!!!”

I pulled the phone away from my ear when he began to screaming.  mirage was laughing for some reason and begin to say drama and sing song like voice. 

“k plea- “

“NO EXCUSES. WE ARE RECIVCEING A MASSIVE ENERGY NEAR YOUR LOCATION. I KNOW FOR FACT THAT YOU HAVE A HAND IN THIS.  SO, YOU BETTER START TALKING.”

I heard another one of mirages smart ass remarks. It was the ‘uh oh someone is in trouble.’

“K I don’t know what’s going myself.” I lied. 

“I know your lying.”

“Dam it!” I said in frustration. “I will explain the best I can later. We got at least 15 minutes until I arrive and cause mayhem.”

“Not until I get at least something.” k can be very stubborn when it comes to someone he cares about. There only one sentence I know that can make just go along with whatever I say. 

“I am trying to help a family get home.”

“Wait like human home or us home.”

“Us. this is there only way right now.”

“Wait until I get there.”

“There is no time. I need you on that computer that’s 2 ft to your left.” I heard him growl, but he I hear a chair roll. 

“Fine. I want a story when its safe.”

“I promise. I need you. get to Ac and Sc files and find anyone that would still be there.”

Are ten minutes from arriving the campus 

“You mean the ones still on campus?”

“You got it. get T. and V. to help. I need you to make them leave.”

“All right got all 900 people. Starting to send messages. Hey t and v get to your computers and start typing. Boss says so.”

I heard some shuffling in the back. 

“Good, have them say there loved one is in hospital or Their place is on fire. if you need to get someone to pull the fire alarm. Get someone to pull the fire alarm.  Anything to get them to leave. Hell, if need used the symbol on anyone who there I don’t care just get them gone.”

“Okay. the messages are starting to send, is there anything else?”

“Is Jason v. Armstrong. working at all tonight?”

“You are right, he should be at the security booth.” 

“Call him and get him to let-

I looked at the badge Noah was holding

“Sarah J. Kelly though.”

I leaned back in the driver seat. acting like I was driving once again.

“Okay I will call him after.  it won’t be any problem.”

We were down to 5 minutes

“Do you want me to see Cam to hack the security cameras.”

“Good call. Give it an hour before they come back up.”

I hear more shuffling in the back. 

“T. said that he can't get a hold of Elena Wallace. She will be in the college. The same place that energy spike is at.” 

“Alright If I see, I will do what I can. Keep trying to reach her.”

“k I hear talking in the background. speak to me.” 

“Got it I will call after.”

“You better women or so help me, I will drag you back by the skin of my teeth if I must.  You will have stuck her until we are old grey.”

“I know you will. Friends forever.”

“We never surrender.”

I hang up and tosses the phone next to my bag. 

“You, young lady is amazing.” Said mirage. 

“Sliver what was that?”

“My way in making sure no one gets hurt friends.”

No other questions were asked. We began to pull up to the security booth and as soon as I showed him the badge. He didn’t look twice. He opened the gate and began to pack up around his desk. we just roll in like we own the place. Once he stopped in a random parking spot. I jump out began walking to the doors. 

“Sliver wait.” He was a good few steps behind me. I pushed the door open and began going up.”

“Sliver, wait I want to talk.” Noah grabs my hand. pulling me to a stop. “Please at least explain how you did all that.”

“I can't tell you that. if I do, you will be drag into something that is far too dangerous even for me. I promised your brother I will keep you safe and keeping my mouth shut is a must, then so be it.”

“Then why help them.”

“I will tell you what, I told Optimus. I know what it’s like trying to get home.”

I began to run up the stair. Just trying to outrun him so he doesn’t go farther down the rabbit hole Like Alice did with the white rabbit. I am trying to my promise. I will not drag you into the life I have. once I saw the door. I busted it open without a second thought. 

 When I was in the same daydream land again. 

I was in a middle of a forest. the same forest that Apeling was in. the same surface of grass and tree like statues around me. 

“how did I get here?”

Really how did I go from opening a door inside a building on earth to a planet I only saw once. I heard movement to my right. when looking at the sound there was a dull orange blob coming at me. the closer it came the more it began to take shape.  It was a Cheetah, but not the ones on earth. This one was larger than the ones on earth. They had more of an orange coat, then its classic yellow. Also, Its eyes where a very bright green. Aren’t cheetahs supposed to have yellow eyes? 

 what really caught my attention was where he was heading. Right for me. I went into fetal position. I don’t know why I did that, but I did. I was never flattening like a pancake. I felt a chill in my spine.  The feeling I had with Apeling. I became a full human when I saw the cat was becoming a wobbly blob again. 

 I felt a breeze pass me; a grey rhino was following the cat.its seems like no one is noticing me.i might not be able to get hurt in this dream like land. Wait, am I a ghost. My thoughts where interrupt when the sound of rustling trees filled my ears. I look up and saw Apeling, but it wasn’t really Apeling. The ape looked a lot smaller and more childish. Then a bird was following closely behind the primate. The birdie looked like a raven but completely metal and with a beautiful tint of blue. 

A “I can do this.” Sound was coming from where the other animals where coming form

Was coming behind me. a very dark navy-blue blob was coming closer and closer. She had an outline of a wolf. The navy coat had a dot of yellow dots, mad her fur look like a night sky, with little stars at night. there was a fire is in her eyes. Nothing was going to stop her. the more she said the line the faster she was becoming. the walking night sky was passing each animal one by one. the more living beings she passed the more confident she gotten.  Before anyone knows it, she was in second place. The dog and cat were neck to neck.  Both determine to not let the other pass.

“Come on Midnight. You can't pass me. so, stop while you can.

“I not giving up that easily.” The finished line was feet in front their face was nearby. 

While the cheetah kept trying to decrease the dog confidence. Mr. Kitty Cat didn’t notice the little pebble in the path.  didn’t notice a little pebble. With him focusing on the wolf. His paw stumble on It. the stumble gave the wolf a better chance to jump ahead. Giving midnight the win.  She was holding the stick in her mouth.  Once she dropped it.

“Who the fastest now?”

“I let you win.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” While the canine was rubbing the win in the cheetah face. The others came through. Rhino was 3rd.  bird was 4th and the ape was 5th.

“See sis, I told you can do it.” said the rhino.

“You were right Rhinox. I had to just believe in myself.” 

“I let her win.” Said the cheetah. 

“Keep telling yourself that.” said the bird. 

“As much as this was fun, me and Star have to go.” said the ape. 

While both party wave goodbye to each other. I stayed with the other 3. 

“I did let her win; I just didn’t want to see her cry.”

“I appreciate your concern for my sister, but everyone say you stumble.”

“I didn’t stumble.” said the frustrated cheetah.  When no one was going to believe his lies. he spit out ‘I going to hang with rattrap.’ Then began to run again.    

When the last two left saw the orange furball was far enough. The bird saw her opportunity.

“Rhinox, can I ask you are personal question?” 

“Go ahead Air-razor.”

“How do you feel about their feelings for your sister?”

“it’s complicated. As a big brother, they both don’t deserve her. she can do so much better than those two. But as their friend I have seen them grow over the years. They aren’t full mature, but they are better then Tigerhawk and Inferno. I learned I can't choose who she likes but if she is happy. That all that matters.”

After he finished his sentence. Everything was twisted. It twisted into a new scene. I was back with Midnight and the little ape.”

“So, what do you think Apeling wants to tell us.” midnight asked

“Something about a key.”

“Why would we need to know?”

“I don’t know.  we might want to know everything we can right now before we become leaders.”

“You mean you will be.”

“We both have the chance.”

“No, you are Optimus Primal. You are the best person to lead. You lead all the group actives.” 

“you are right about that, but you are the one that has all the ideas. I do apprentice the confidence boost, but don’t put yourself down.”

“I’m ju- “

Before they could continue their conversation. They walk into a cave. Where the real Apeling was standing. He was staring over the land. Kind of like Simba and Mufasa in lion king. When Mufasa says ‘everything that touches the light is your’ scene. 

“Hello young ones.”

“Hello.”  The little ones say. 

“Today lesson is going to be special one.”

“Is it about the key?”  ask Optimus.

“You are right. the key also comes with a legend. That precedes the dawn of our civilization. there is a vile god so large and so powerful, he has to consumed entire planets for fuel. That god is name Unicron.”

“isn’t that myth. We don’t need to worry about this god.” Said the Primal.

“It Could be a myth, but we aren’t for sure. It could be real for all we know.” said the wolf. 

“Star is right.  if he is real, he will be after this.” Apeling gotten up and walked inside the cave. Around a pedestal with a floating diamond thing. “If Unicron gets his hands on transwarp key. there is no way to stop him. “ 

“What is a trans-swap key?”

“Transwarp key. have been among our kind for generations. it allows us to go from universe to another.” 

“So, if Unicron gets a hold of the key. he could open a portal. To eat other worlds?” Ask Optimus.

“Yes. There will be nothing in his way.” 

“But isn’t there a way.”

“What do you mean.”

“In the records before the great war. They were saying something about a sister.”

“You mean brother and yes. Him and his twin brother (Primus) would fight for centuries. Unicron himself wanted to consume the universe. Getting rid of the good. So, there is nothing left but a void of torment.  Primus had other ideas; he saw that there was good in freedom. He fought his brother time and time again. trying to keep the balance to the two sides. The legend says that Primus defeated Unicron each time. he was toss in a void to never be seen again. Said Apeling.

“Shouldn’t Primus have this instead of us.”

“That is a mystery that could not be solve.” 

“Why is that?” Primal finally spoke up.

“We lost contact with Cybertron eons ago. with time information gets lost. Data pads get lost or destroy. without proof, all we know is that Primus and Unicron are myth.”

“That’s why they are myths? Ask Midnight . 

“Yes. That is why if there even is a chance that Unicron is real. We need to guard the key from him and whoever is under his command.” Said Apeling. 

“We promise to protect the key with our lives.” Said Both or the younger Maximal.

That when the vision started to change back to the museum room. rubbing my eyes trying to get eye site back. I was facing the window that lead outside for some reason.  I heard chatter in the back. a girl voice said something about stealing museum property. I couldn’t fully make out the conversation.  Once my vision was clear and I can see everthign like before. I saw three bots. The other 2 where unknown but when my eyes landed on the centered being. was Scrouge. Same one form Apeling vision. Nothing about seeing him said safe. I saw his hand turn into a canon, that’s when I knew we were in trouble.  Seeing that it was powering up and aiming at us I turn. 

“Elena and Noah get down.”

[rex101111]

Trying to intentionally come up with something unusual is ending up to be a fair bit more difficult than I was anticipating. Perhaps a safe choice but I've seen you talk about her before and cannot remember if you've written her before, so how about you take a crack at something with one Taokaka T. Kaka?

I HAVE NOT WRITTEN FOR TAO "ACTUALLY SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE MAIN CHARACTER" KAKA YET BUT YOU'LL REGRET GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO DO SO BELIEVE YOU ME - Taokaka thinks she's forgotten something. This isn't anything new, she's always had trouble concentrating on most things for long periods of time, Tora says that things fly into Tao's head only to fly right out again all the time. Its never bothered her before, the world is so full of things that it honestly wouldn't be fair for Tao to just focus on one thing and not give attention to something else too.

She's forgotten that she's forgotten things, or at least people tell her that she has...but this time, she remembers that she's forgotten something. Something big. Something...important. Like breakfast. Forgetting breakfast would be like forgetting your feet, Tao never forgets breakfast or her feet, but she's forgotten something close to it. There's a restaurant in town that makes her stomach squeeze shut, there's a road she doesn't walk down alone because it feels too wide for just one person. She thinks there's a patch of grass in Kaka Village that should be pressed down and worn but there isn't. Tao asks people, she asks the kittens but they knew less then her, she asks Tora but she just shakes her head and tells Tao to take a nap. She goes into town, Scruffy Man holds his head like it aches but doesn't know, Hat Lady goes through a bunch of papers in her big office but apparently the papers don't know anything either. Tao bursts into Boobie Lady's place, not even knocking even though she knows she needs to knock because at this point forgetting has stopped bothering her and is just making her angry. And Tao doesn't get angry, she doesn't like it, doesn't understand it, this coiling feeling in the bottom of her stomach food can't reach.

She yells and screams, paces back and forth while Boobie Lady and her squiggly looking husband try to calm her down. Tao thinks-is sure she's forgetting something important. No. Someone important. She tries to force her mind to make an image, an outline, something anything so she can remember. She thinks she's forgetting a friend. Tao forgets a lot of things but friends stay, friends don't just leave her head she won't let them. Squiggly adjusts his glasses and tries to tell Tao that if she forgot something it must not be important, because you remember things that are important. Tao hears the words, hears the kindness behind them, and she feels her head explode and her chest clench and she lunges. "FRIENDS ARE IMPORTANT! TAO DOESN'T FORGET HER FRIENDS!" She's held back before her claws or teeth can do anything, but she struggles and yowls because she's never been this angry, doesn't know what to do with angry, so her head simply lets go of control and lets her burning gut tell her limbs what to do. "Tao! Tao listen-!" Litchi (Litchi, apparently that's her name when Tao is too angry to be friends with anyone) holds her back, stronger then she looks and kinder then Tao thinks she deserves, Litchi keeps her claws and teeth away from doing anything she can't fix, and then her voice hitches, "Tao...Tao you're crying...Tao look at me..." She can't, she didn't notice the big hot wet tears rolling down her face until Litchi pointed them out and now Tao feels stupider then she's ever felt in her life and for once she can't bare to be so stupid, how stupid could she be that she could forget a friend? A friend with no face and no voice and no shape. She can't remember a thing, all she remembers is that there's a hole in the world that somebody should be filling and only she seems to notice.

She struggles out her grip and runs, runs until her limbs burn and her lungs ache but her tears keep rolling down, weighing her down. Somehow, her limbs carry her to the grassy hill outside home. Its late, all the street lights are out, the black so thick Tao thinks she could scratch a hole in it. She looks down at her feet, sees a patch of grass gently blowing in the night air. The grass looks too alive, the patch of grass doesn't look like anyone has ever slept there. That's wrong. Tao knows somewhere deeper then her stomach that the grass looks wrong. She pulls out her claws, and digs. She digs deeper and deeper and deeper, if she digs deep enough maybe the grass will tell her what she's forgotten, maybe the dirt will give her a face, maybe the night air will give her an echo of a voice. "He's not there." A voice colder then shadows says from the lip of her hole, and Tao slowly turns to look up. She sees a small figure clad in red and black, red eyes piercing the thick dark, holding a fancy umbrella. "It's a parasol." The figure corrects, in the same voice Litchi uses when she teaches Tao how to write. The figure, the shadow girl, reaches her free hand down, "Here, let me help you up." Tao looks at her dirty paws, caked in dirt and dead grass, looks at the hole she dug. The shadow girl is right, whoever Tao was looking for, he isn't here. She reaches up, and the little shadow pulls her up with a strength Tao doesn't expect. "...Tao's forgotten someone." Her voice sounds hoarse and rough, her face feels wet from tears and mud, Tao is done being confused, done being sad, doesn't have the energy for anger, now she's...empty. Empty in a way food can't fill. "Why can Tao forget? He...there was someone important, Tao knows there was...how could she forget? Tao always remembers her friends..." The little girl's face twists at the words, looking like there's something crawling in her stomach that she can't let out. "...It isn't that you've forgotten..." She starts, Tao thinks each word was picked in advance. "It is just that...you can't remember. No one can." Tao feels the tiniest wick of fire in her gut again, feels a hiss on the back of her tongue, "why?" The little girl doesn't flinch away, her red dagger eyes never moving away from Tao's face, "why not? Did someone take the memory away?" "...Yes." The hiss moves forward, "Was it you?" The daggers grow sharper, killing the hiss before it could go any further, "No." Shadow Girl sighs, reaches her hand out again, puts it against the side of Tao's wet face, her skin feels like an ice pack, Tao feels herself slump, "...this is just a bad dream. You shouldn't torture yourself for what you can't remember..." Tao tries to focus, but every limb is filling with stones, she tries to focus on the hole where her friend should be, tries to picture his eyes, or his hair, or his smile. Nothing, as if something bigger then she can possibly imagine is blocking the way, a wall her claws will never ever cut through. "...I'm sorry." Shadow Girl's voice struggles around the word, as if she never needed to apologize for anything, or never thought she needed to. Tao thinks, in the bleary mess of her own mind, that she sounds lonely. "Sleep, and forget that you've forgotten, sleep...and live." Tao wakes up, her eyes are heavy, there's dirt on her claws. She's laying down in the grass outside the village. She yawns, rubs at her aching eyes. She looks to the side and sees a very deep hole in the hill. She blinks at it, wonders if she dug it up because someone told her there was treasure buried there...she sighs in disappointment when she looks inside and sees nothing but dirt. Tao flops on her back and looks up at the early morning sky, she wonders why her throat aches, why her muscles feel tense, why her eyes burn. ...Taokaka thinks she's forgotten something.

[thereader-radhika]

8-CHERAMAR PERUMAL

Chapters 1 , 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 , 7 || Character Index

Though the coronation was conducted on small scale without the usual celebrations, they all were in a festive mood. Veera Pandyan's pattamahishi Panchavan Madevi and junior queens distributed pearl jewellery and silk clothes to the soldiers. Ravidasan too got a few necklaces, rings and clothes. Jatilan's sisters' marriages were fixed and the attendants of the princesses distributed specially made sweets to everyone. It was the first time that he met the princesses who were usually looked after by the female guards.

Even when he received a birudam, Ravidasan was unable to enjoy it or concentrate fully on the festivities. Sundara Cholan was living rent free in his head. The Emperor introduced Ravidasan and other guards to his grandfather who gifted them gold bangles and red silk shawls which they tied to their waist on the behalf of his son, the reigning Perumal.

Ravi Varmar joked that Ravidasan should be suspended from service because people might think that Veera Pandyan has no respect for his grandfather if they hear him calling out for "Ravi". He almost burst into tears but Ravi Varmar laughed and assured him that it was just a joke. Sometimes the old king dispensed wisdom like a seasoned statesman and behaved like a not-so-cute puppy at other times.

Nonetheless, when Menandros said that Ravidasan should go ahead of the main contingent and make arrangements to escort Ravi Varmar in his journey across the Pandya nadu, he felt very proud. But his enthusiasm turned to confusion when he saw the itinerary. Cheramar will conduct prayers for Uttama Seeli's salvation and Sundaran's safety. After that, they need to go to the northern border where the old king will be recieved by Cholas. Can't he pray for Cholas from their territory? Whose side is he really on?

"I guess he will then visit Iratta Mandalam and exchange pleasantries with Kannara Devan too".

"Right. Perumal is planning to go to Thirumunaipadi after paying a visit to Paranthakan".

"Forgive me if I am wrong. There are no permanent friends and enemies in politics. Yet . . . isn't this a bit excessive?"

"When Maravarmar first wore the crown, I was younger than you. Chakravarthy too was young and longing to conquer the whole world. Do you know what did we do first?"

"Sacked Kodumbaloor?"

"No, first we went to Kongu and plundered Vanchi. This Ravi Varmar was a prince then. We were successful, but he chased us away. At last we had to go to the same man begging for asylum ".

Everyone knew that story. After Paranthakan defeated him, the Emperor fled to Lanka and deposited the crown jewels there. Later he went to Ravi Varmar, who had ascended the throne by then. He was given asylum and a younger princess in marriage.

"So, behave. Don't utter anything disrespectful".

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"It is Iravi Kothai, not Goda Ravi. When you are making the proclamation in Tamil, you must use the Tamil form of the name".

"I know".

"Is the abhishekanamam still applicable even after abdication? Is it right to call him the King of Kings of all nadu from Kolathu Nadu to Ay Nadu? "

"Yes".

"Don't forget to call our Veera Pandyar 'Ugra Chakravarthy' and 'Veera Keralan'.

"Anipathi, why don't you do your duty and let me do mine? I know how to make a proclamation", the annoyed herald was throwing a tantrum. Ravidasan asked him to write down the complete announcement and show it to Pallavaraiyar. He was hoping that the herald was worth all this trouble because he too was unsure about the titles.

The village head returned with the girls who are supposed to take arathi and shower flowers when the dignitaries enter the village.

"Children, show this annan how will you welcome our Emperor's grandfather".

Oh god! They were holding plates filled with leaves. Before he could say anything, they started their rehersal by throwing leaves everywhere.

"Fabulous! Perfect! Now my sweet angels, please sweep the floor and clean all these".

Another irksome matter that perturbed him was the lack of curd. As they didn't give enough notice to the villagers, they were unable to produce enough curd to feed the troops. Though he made sure that there will be enough curd and buttermilk for the dignitaries, it will be embarassing if Perumal's aayiram tell this to their Chola brethren.

He stationed the guards across the border and some villagers near the adjacent forest area. Let the soldiers with Pallavaraiyar perform the ceremonial duties. Luckily, the visit was uneventful and pleasant. There was a group of girls and soldiers performing the Guard of Honour to welcome the king at the other side. The Chola herald announced the titles of their King, guest and the dignitaries who were present to welcome him- Ravi Varmar's sister, Paranthakan's Udaiya Pirattiyar Kilanadigal and a Perumpatai Nayakan Velan Kumaran.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief as the Cheramar's retuine and the Chola troops disappeared into the distance. Tired soldiers and the villagers who made the arrangements sat down to have dinner. Ravidasan was so tired that he felt like lying down right there and sleeping. But he couldn't forget Perumal's parting words.

"We will never meet again".

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Aayiram (The Thousand) - Bodyguard regiment of Chera Perumal

Pattum Valayaum - Gifting silk cloth and gold bangle to honour people participating in rituals, priests, soldiers and martial arts teachers is a custom in Kerala. After independence, only private entities give such gifts.

[lazysublimeengineer]

lost kitten

Summary: Halfway starts with happiness for me

Halfway house, lost kitten in the street

Characters: Ranpo Edogawa & Nakajima Atsushi

(A/N: I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respectful ownership belongs to Metric for this song and Kafka Asagiri for this manga).

Don't say yes if you can't say no

Victim of the system, say it isn't so

Squatted on the doorstep, swollen on the blow

Leaving without you, can't say no

Nothing gets past Ranpo’s keen, chartreuse irises.

So, when his line of sight grazed over Atsushi’s form the next time the other placed the stacked of papers onto his desk with an awkward smile on his lips and a pure sparkle of curiosity pooling around his amethyst eyes, he’s quick to dismissed him as a lanky male with an airheaded disposition and a terrible person who can’t say no to other people even if he doesn’t want to do it.

A doormat with no self-preservation.

Atsushi’s existence wasn’t worth thinking about so he focused on other things.

Even when the other was kidnapped back then he didn’t hold back on his own opinion of questioning the agency’s want of saving him when it’s Atsushi’s fault for falling into that kind of situation in the first place.

Because of his stupid kindness. Naivete. And didn’t have an ounce of self-regard for himself.

Even if Fukuzawa had persuaded him successfully back then to rescue the young lad, a twinge of acerbity pooled within him as he complied with his team’s wishes and successfully rescued him with his great assistance.

Ranpo had tried to dismiss it and paid attention to other important variables of their mission even though numerous emotions had arisen within him which had his mind and heart swam into pools of confoundment.

Halfway starts with happiness for me Halfway house, lost kitten in the street Hit me where it hurts, I'm coming home to lose Kitten on the catwalk, high-heeled shoes

Boarding on the train was a pain in the ass.

There were a lot of things that needed to be considered which always made Ranpo’s mind came into a screeching halt when processing more important information inside his head.

But most of all he hated it when he had to stare at the railway map at the train station like it was an object consisted of alien language.

For all his cleverness and intelligence, he had a terrible spatial awareness when it came to directions.

Most of the time he loathed some missions that required for him to take on the train.

“Ranpo-san…?” Atsushi’s hesitant voice in the background reached his line of hearing and halted his thoughts and concentration.

“Yeah?” He asked noncommittally.

“I already bought some train tickets so we’re good to go…” The other’s voice faltered slightly at the end which caught Ranpo’s attention and turned around to face him.

Ranpo saw the look of hesitation and slight embarrassment coloring the other’s face but what caught more of his attention was the other holding a bottle of—

“Ramune?” He voiced out.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I figured that you might be bored and probably thirsty from the heat and waiting for too long because of the long lines at the booth. So, this one’s for you Ranpo-san but I’m not sure if you’d want a drink like this—.”

“Open it and give it to me.” Ranpo cut him off lightly.

Atushi blinked at him owlishly before complying to his words and twisted the cap off from the lid. The soft, sizzling sound of the soda permeated his ears as soon as Atsushi opened it and handed it to him.

Ranpo took it in silence and drank from its contents. As the other was mostly self-conscious around him to notice anything else, one of his eyes opened slightly and let his dazzling emerald orbs bored right through the other’s soul.

He guessed that lost kittens had an interesting side after all.

No more hard-headed Saturdays They got it, they want it, they give it away Tell me one thing you would never do I was looking for a hooker when I found you

Ranpo was used to it by now.

The incompetence and inefficiency of the police in this place was something that irked him in the past but he grew mostly out of it and regarded them with a cold indifference and distaste.

But this was one of those days that his backhanded comments and smart aleck remarks had made Ranpo landed himself in hot waters with one of the police officers.

He didn’t look like it but he had a basic knowledge of self-defense techniques from Fukuzawa himself which wasn’t to be trifled either as he was trained by a previous assassin.

Besides Ranpo view the other people who resorted to violence as a retaliation as a lower being than himself as he found them dull and lacking in sharpness in thinking that fists could solve everything.

Ranpo was ready to block out the other’s officer’s incoming fists when someone blocked it already much to his brief surprise.

His eyes grew wide for a moment as he stared at Atsushi’s paws effectively caught the other’s fist and blocked his attack.

“I’d appreciate it if we don’t resort to violence sir. Especially not hitting on Ranpo-san who’s currently lending his hand and skill as a detective in solving this case.” Atsushi’s firm voice rang out.

It was rare to see and hear Atsushi being like that.

He knew that he got some hidden claws but it’s usually overshadowed by his meekness and insecure behavior most of the time.

“Tch. Whatever. Don’t think that both of you are some hotshots just because your talented people.” The officer sneered as he withdrew his fists and walked away grumbling to himself.

And just like that.

Everything went back to normal.

You've got my eyes, you've got my eyes You'll never be mine, ah, but you've got my eyes

“I can defend myself earlier.” Ranpo’s casual voice shattered the deafening silence as they’re both walked back to the train station after Ranpo solved the case at the pier.

Orangey hues spread out through the sky as the sun was already setting down in the late afternoon.

“I know Ranpo-san… But deducing something from a complicated crime such as this in just less than a few minutes is a great talent itself even greater than my own honestly… And people such as the police officers should learn to respect and appreciate that…” Atsushi paused and looked at him with a serenely downcast expression on his face, a fragile yet smile of understanding marring his features.

It made Ranpo paused gazed at him with a brief expression of being taken aback for a few seconds.

And that’s when Ranpo knew.

Atsushi was one of the genuinely accepting and selfless people he had met in his lifetime.

When you lie, I cover it up When you hide, I cover it up When you cry, I cover it up When you come undone, I cover it up

Ranpo had realized his initial lukewarm reception towards him.

Because he saw his younger self in him.

Naïve. Accepting. Kind.

It disgusted him.

But he was more disgusted at himself.

He had turned into some jaded, cynical being disguised in the faux sweetness of his confectionaries and quick remarks to other people.

Emotions hadn’t been his strong suit and Ranpo knew that his sharp tongue and disposition with other people had always got him into trouble rather out of it.

But an unknown, niggling feeling within him had urged to take a good look at Atsushi and pay more attention to him.

And his intrigue grew with each moment passed them by.

So pent-up, I was coming home to you Happy in the nighttime, howlin' at the moon Sippin' on a cocktail, drinking in the loo There's something about you I hold on to

Days trickled by that turned into weeks.

They both found themselves in being partnered often in missions together.

Mostly because aside Atsushi being too kind in refusing tasks and partners being assigned to him, he was one of the few people who possessed a genuine patience that can rival a saint when it came to dealing with Ranpo’s fractious personality.

Their silence inside the train rides slowly turned into occasional small talks: mostly with Ranpo commenting idly on his observations about other people and ranting about everything else. Until it turned into a two-way street of conversation between the two of them.

Ranpo found out even with their stark differences, they have oblique similarities.

They’re fiercely protective of people they care about even if it’s in the form of different entire beings.

Opinions of the people they greatly respected and admire about were both important to them.

When the train ride was over, Ranpo had looked over the horizon where the sun was setting peacefully.

A maelstrom of emotions was awakening within him as he stayed longer by Atsushi side.

And he didn’t want it to end.

When you lie, I cover it up When you hide, I cover it up When you cry, I cover it up When you're blind, I cover it up

(A/N: Yeah, pretty damn late getting into this fandom. But what can I say? Ranatsu is the first rare ship that caught my attention in this franchise, and I just had to get this out of my system. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hey, Dani. I am trying to incorporate more culturally diverse backgrounds into my writing (which is partly thanks to you, so thank you) and I was wondering if I could ask for some advise. I am writing a short fic where two characters meet at a Holi festival. The concentration won't be the actual festival rather than the characters' conversation, but I want to set an accurate background. I have done my research, but as I have no experience with Holi festivals and don't want to accidentally write anything inaccurate or offensive, do you have any tips on how to accurately describe the setting? I hope this isn't perceived as me being an ignorant idiot or treating you as a Wikipedia page. Anyway, I love your stories, keep going!

This is wonderful to hear and kudos to you!

I think the first and best step is to ask help if you don't know something and want to do better - so you already got that covered 😇

I'm going to start by saying I am not Indian (Holi is an Indian festival even though it is celebrated by Indians everywhere) so I've never been to one either. But I can guide you on how to write a scene about a different culture/festival if that helps.

If it's for a setting/event, things that really help is:

For descriptions - watch a lot of videos. Like actual videos of people celebrating (not scenes from movies as they can have stereotypes) as it can give you ideas about what it looks like and how to capture it. This always helps to describe the scene/atmosphere well.

Any desi festival (to the best of my knowledge) has its own food. There are special food that we make and is popular during certain festivals so look into this. See what kind of sweets people make to celebrate holi and having it incorporated in the background (like a simple mention of something eating something like that) goes a long way in terms of making your story more diverse and inclusive.

Language - Now this is a very important one but also tricky and requires a lot of research. If one of your characters is Indian (or is talking to an Indian) remember that they WILL use their own language to refer to certain things. For example, when referring to the colourful stuff people throw at each other during Holi, even though we might call it 'powder' or whatever, an Indian is very unlikely to call it that. They will probably say Gulal (or something else depending on their language since India is very diverse). For example, in my stories, Cami (when referring to her mother) always says Amma (or mother). She never says mom (even when referring to Anjali to someone else) because it's not part of her vocabulary. It's the same way Achilles always calls Rafael 'Rafa' (because I've been told that;s the common nickname among Mexicans for Rafael, not Rafe). These little things always help and if an Indian is reading your story, these are the little things they will appreciate.

Peer review - if you have an Indian friend, do ask them to read it after you write it. No one can give you better feedback than them!

Be open to criticism - I still make mistakes when I portray these characters and that's because despite how much research you do, you can't know everything because cultures are so complex! One of the things I always struggle with is language (I get feedback on what kind of words are popular in what regions etc) and this is actually very useful. So always make sure to be a writer who welcomes feedback and is willing to learn. Your readers will appreciate that a lot!

I hope this helps and good luck with your story!!

[hansoheeglobal]

Q. I thought that the emotional acting became deeper through this work. Have you ever felt like you, as an actor, have grown in your acting?

A. (Shaking head) I don't have any. I am a person focused on the field. That's why I tend to break down when I can't concentrate. Everyone says I'm being embarrassed (laughter), but when I go as Chaeok, I told not to talk to her because I have to concentrate. Once I do, I feel better. I don't know how far this concentration will go or how much focus I will have. I feel like I haven't been able to concentrate 100% yet, so I'm not satisfied with myself. I think I'll be satisfied if I focus because everything is in order, but I still feel like I'm not focused enough.

Q. Although she is wounded on the inside, she is a strong character on the outside. How did you try to understand and digest it?

A. The wound must have become dull. It's 10 years, but chasing that pain ultimately means carrying it with a very strong mind. So it can't be described as a wound. It ends with her promise, her determination to find her mother. So it doesn't matter if you are cut by a knife or risk your life. People with scars can't do that. She thought it was the strength to move forward. For example, if you have 100 days when someone dies, you can cry for 10 days. But not when the 99th day comes. Chaeok must have been like that too.

Q. Actor Park Seojoon gave a lot of praise in the interview. How would you praise actor Park Seojoon?

A. For me, it shows when the filming set is difficult. The assistant director even asks if I’m okay. Seojun oppa looks really good, but he didn't make it obvious. He's good at controlling himself. It's amazing that only a mentally strong person can do it. He could've said it was difficult, but he didn't. Later, he said, "It was really hard for me, too." So, I said, "I can't tell. How did you endure it?" I thought it was amazing. I thought I was filming while leaning on (Seojoon) oppa, but he didn't say anything and he was filming while leaning on me. Since (Seojoon) oppa was so dignified, I didn't think I should say that I was having a hard time as well. I felt very scared of Seojun oppa at first. He doesn't even talk much. (Seojoon) oppa always poses on set. He sits in his chair and looks at his phone and sits still. How can I talk to him when it’s like that? Since we got close, there is no one in the world who is this friendly.

Q. Writer Kang Eunkyung said she was impressed by Han So-hee's attitude. What is something you consider important in the field?

A. It's concentration. It's not just about focusing on the actors when creating a work. Everyone on set, including the director, must do the same. I don't like to chat or joke before filming. It's okay once we've finished filming all the scenes, but I can't get excited before filming. This will probably be like this for the rest of my life.

Q. Looking at the works you've been doing, I think you've been doing a lot of heavy and serious characters.

A. Strangely, I only get characters that are opposite to my personality. I talk a lot, but my character is quiet. So, I want to try a character that matches my personality. I think Nabi in 'Nevertheless' was a bit similar, but her way of looking at men was completely wrong. Dakyung from ‘The World of the Married’ was also wrong.

Q. Recently, on the so-called "solitary room" (a message group on KaTalk) you wrote, "I'll do my best not to embarrass my fans, so please give me just the right love until then. I'll pay you back twice as much." Is there a reason you did that?

A. I'm a person who started my career as an actor, and I don't want my fans to hear that I'm not good at it. I couldn't be better when I hear that I'm good at it. But you shouldn't be told that you're bad at it. This is something that should never be done, and you shouldn't use it as a career. There must be a reason why you get paid, and that's because you did the job perfectly and did it well. So, I don't want to be embarrassed when fans say, 'The person I like, Han Sohee, is an actress.' I think we should be able to say with pride, "My unnie is an actor, she's an actress," not "Sohee, you're pretty."

Q. Is there a reason why you use "hyung-nim" to actor Park Seojoon and actor Do Kyungsoo?

A. I can't say "oppa" to anyone. Even when I was young, there was no oppa around me. The word "oppa" is awkward. Only when we meet face to face can I quietly say, ‘Oppa was like this,’ but I don’t like calling ‘oppa’ through text, so I call them ‘hyung’ or ‘hyung-nim’.

Q. You became a hot topic by expressing your affection for actress Song Hyekyo. Do you usually express it like that?

A. I am only nice to people I like. Human relationships are closed. (Showing her cell phone) I only have 35 people in my phone contact.

Q. Did you save your younger sister's number that you fought with? (laughs)

A. (firmly) disowned. So I don’t have a younger sister.

Q. When you look at the fans, honey drips from my eyes. you're famous for being nice to your fans, to the point where I can't help but think, 'It must be nice to be a fan of Han Sohee.'

A. I'm so thankful and happy for the fans. I think they really like and support me for no reason. I'm expressing as much as I can to those fans.

[wintrfang]

They Call Me the Seer

They call me the Seer. I was born with special eyes. For as long as I can remember I could always see, but not the world around me, not as it was anyway. My parents tell me that sometimes I would cry, for no clear reason, and eventually stop similarly unprompted. As I've grown I've come to realize that my eyes can always see where I am, but sometimes they don't see when I am. I can always hear, smells touch, and taste what seems to be reality. But most of the time I don't see the right time.

Sometimes, when I concentrate hard enough, I think I can control when I'm seeing. I can usually keep it so that things are close to reality, buildings are where they should be, rocks, trees. But I wear an eye bandage to make it clear that I can't see people I might walk into. For whatever reason, this doesn't affect my ability to "see" as people claim it should.

But sometimes, when I'm not remembering to concentrate or if too many outside stimuli are distracting me, the sight shows me vastly different times than when reality is. At times the ground is almost eye level or way below me. I've seen dark depths of lakes that either no longer or might some day exist. At times it is completely dark. I'm unsure if this is because the light of the sun and stars has faded or perhaps I'm under the surface of the ground. This latter theory I have proved true sometimes by hopping in place and just barely peeking above the ground and seeing. But sometimes no matter how hard I try I can't see anything. Or everything is on fire.

One of the weirdest parts is that I rarely see myself. Occasionally I can turn around and see me walking towards me. Or see me walking ahead of me. This also took a while to realize. I didn't initially have any consistent way to know what I looked like. But one time I saw someone with eye bandages turn around to look my way, waving their hand weird, then I took a few steps forward and turned around. I focused for a moment to see into the past and saw the same person walking towards me so I waved at them.

Word of my sight has reached the ruler of this land. A group of people were sent to bring me to the ruler, I assume so that my powers can be used for the good of the people, but I've heard whispers that it may be more selfishly motivated.

I've been able to catch a few glimpses of my escorts. They are a motley crew, no uniforms, no military identification. I would almost say they look like criminals if my parents hadn't said they were definitely holding an official seal. But they are all very friendly and, even if it is just because it is their job, they make sure to take very good care of me. Occasionally when my sight changes unexpectedly I will let out a small scream. I can always hear them move into a formation around me while one comes directly to me and ask in a stern yet soothing tone what is wrong. When I clarify, as best I can, they resume leading me onward.

We've been travelling for a while now and the closer we get to our destination, the more I start to worry. I keep seeing battles, signs of war torn lands, and other things that concern me. Some of them seem in the distant past or future, but some seem like they could be less than a few months from now. I've mentioned this to some of those escorting me. This caused some dissenting opinions, whether they should take me the rest of the way so they get paid or if they should take me away out of fear of what I might accidentally cause.

I don't know what they will do, let alone what they should do. I've never though about if I could change the events that I see until now. Are my visions destiny or just a possibility?

The end...?

If you read this whole thing thank you for reading it! I hope you enjoyed. I've had this character idea in my head for probably a decade, maybe longer. And I finally thought maybe Tumblr would be a good place to write some short stories. If you enjoy it please give a like and maybe reblog too? I might be encouraged to write more.

Also if you want to use this as like a ttrpg campaign or something feel free. I wrote it as setting agnostic as possible, so it could easily be in fantasy, modern, sci fi, whatever. The basic idea is that the party would be tasked with going to get the Seer and then you could make it clear that actually delivering the Seer is probably a bad idea. Or add your own twist! If you do use it I'd love to hear about it though.

[uglytsumugi12]

shine▲polyhedric tri-lights 【ep 5】

♢ characters: natsume, sora, tsumugi, madara

♢ season: winter

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〈 A few hours later 〉

Tsumugi: There, and…

Look, look! I can skate now!

Sora: HaHa~. You've improved so much since we've arrived!

Natsume: His legs still seem to be shaking a bIT, but I guess Senpai is doing weLL.

Madara: Mm-hmm. Good job, Tsumugi-san. You've regained your senses back, haven't you?

Tsumugi: Yes. It's all thanks to Mikejima-kun, though.

I'm still unable to skate as easily as everyone else but I think I'm feeling more confident now that I can skate alone.

Natsume: WeLL, it seems we are finally taking our first step towards Switch's sporty appEAL.

AlriGHT. Let's take a break for a momENT.

While you two were skatING, Sora and I brought some snaCKS.

Sora: HiHi~♪ Your stomach gets empty easily after moving around so much, you know? You need to eat up well so you're able to skate again!

Tsumugi: Huh? When were you able to go to the store--..?

Madara: Haha, did Tsumugi-san not notice anything because of how absorbed he was into skating?

They warned me when they left the rink. But you are good at concentrating on stuff, so it might've been hard to focus on something else.

Sora: Yes, Senpai has amazing concentration! This will definitely be useful for Switch's sporty representation later~♪

Tsumugi: Mhm. Hopefully I'll be able to use the experience I've gained today in my perfomance--

O- oh, oops… My apologies. If you're not careful enough, you lose your balance easily.

Shall we talk about today¹ as we eat? I'd like to hear about Natsume-kun and Sora-kun's thoughts.

It'd be nice if we found something that'll help us with concepting "the new us".

Natsume: AlriGHT, now that we've all warmed up with our hot drinks, let's get starTED.

Let's each share what we've gotten out of this skating sessION. SenpAI, you stART.

Tsumugi: Let's see... By persevering and working hard, I was able to skate in the end.

It's the same mindset when we're perfoming on stage, isn't it?

You're willing to work hard when you want to be good at what you're doing and want to make your fans happy as well.

Maybe part of the appeal of sports is to surpass a past self and achieve expectations.

Natsume: ..I guess you can say it like thAT. I'll give you a passing grADE.²

Did you feel anything else while skaTING? Anything that could be used to add more movement to the performaNCE, or something like thAT.

Tsumugi: Hmm. I haven't thought that far ahead… I was mostly focused on trying to regain my balance. The only thing I can think of is… dancing.

Madara: In other words, you've gained technique from practicing, but you still don't understand how an athlete's mind works. Is that right?

Tsumugi: Yes. I mean, skating was fun, but…

Sora: It surely was, but… Senpai's "color" feels really serene and peaceful.

Sora finds it had to correctly explain what he senses through his synesthesia, but sporty people's "color" is more intensely dazzling. Sora can feel their life force~.

Natsume: I'm not sure if this is because Senpai has been neglecting his health recenTLY, but he wasn't vigorous enoUGH. Maybe if he'd put in more enerGY, it'd make a differENCE.

Sora: HuHu~! That's a good idea!

If Senpai put more of his heart in his perfomance, something could change! Could you show us, Senpai?

Tsumugi: H- Huh?!- Isn't that asking for too much!?

I understand that motivation is important, but wouldn't it be difficult to intentionally change from Sora's perception?

Natsume: HmPH. Are you saying you can't fulfill Sora's requeST?

Isn't it quite pathetic that Sora is courageous enough to take on a new challENGE, but that someone as experienced as you can't show the right examPLE?

Wouldn't Sora and I would be very much saddened if our reliable Senpai were to abandon US~?

Tsumugi: I- I'll do it. I'll do it, but please don't do this to me! You know requesting things in such way gets to my heart…

Natsume: GoOD. I knew Fuyumoja³ still had some sense of empaTHY.

Tsumugi: What even does "fuyumoja" mean!? And, my sense of empathy has always been there, y'know~!

Uwaah… Which of Natsume-kun's statement should I focus on now!?

Madara: Hahaha. They get along so well, it's fun to watch them. They definitely fit with each other ♪

However, I feel that Sora's perception is right. There's that "intense dazzle" and vitality that're still missing.

It'd be a good idea to see if Tsumugi-san's "color" is able to fit Sora's perception or not.

Tsumugi: Ah, is that some kind of verification..? Well, if it is then, please watch me.

♪ ♪ ♪

♪~♪~

W- What do you think, Sora-kun? Has your perception changed?

Sora: Hmm~. Senpai's "color" still feels as serene after all~.

Sora can feel Senpai's kindness, and it is a very nice "color", but the person in charge of our tie-up might not be satisfied with it;

Well… Not with just Senpai, but Sora and Shisho~ too…

Sora feels we aren't able to show "a sporty reality that makes us shine and improve ourselves" yet.

Natsume: HmM. So there's still room for improvemENT.

I'm not sure what to do nOW. Should we try to experience other sporTS?

Tsumugi: That's a good idea~. There are plenty of other sports for us to try out, like track and field or ball game. We could try doing that.

Madara: Mhm! I believe a first priority when doing sports is to enjoy yourself.

When you enjoy competition, you challenge yourself to reach a higher level. If you don't love competition, it becomes a bother to do hard work, right?

Sora: HeHe~. Similarly to this mindset, Sora thinks parkour is fitting…

Challenging your high score, or inventing new jumping distances and routes for you to go even higher and farther--

If you think too much about that objective of "shining and improving yourself"… You'll distance yourself even further from brilliance.

Tsumugi: Ah, this is like the "Bluebird of Happiness"⁴, isn't it? But then, won't it be hard to find out how the new Switch will look like?

An environment where we'll be improving ourselves… Where can we even find such thing?

— 1- used here is a term more like.. "post-game analysis" kinda. like for example talking abt a board game u just finished or sth. idk i liked that term cuz theyre such nerds its so cute 2- "passing grade" well literally it means a score that makes u pass, like succeeding in an exam….natsume u take urself so seriously 3- i wasnt sure how to adapt this theres like "冬" which means winter and "モジャ" which is a nickname that natsume uses a lot for tsumugi….its like mophead of winter;; so i just adapted it from his other nicknames. istg as if all the nicknames he gives him arent enough LOL 4- ok so this is like, a saying in japan thats called the "bluebird syndrome". i believe its from a play. it defines someone who only pursues ideals, or searches perfection/happiness too deeply instead of focusing on simple things. hence why seeking for that brilliance too much gets u even further away from it. but considering mugi also gets called this..... :((

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MAG 48 - apple cutting

Did someone say anchor statement???

"I’d pick up travelling companions for a few days here and there, but for the most part I would spend weeks without speaking my own language." - As someone from East/Central Europe with a bunch of US friends I talked about this a lot and how it affects us. Like the US is huge, but in every state they will speak your language. In Europe I can drive 100 north, boom, Czech. 250 km to the south, boom, Slovenian. 300 km south, Italian. 300 km east, Hungarian. 300 km southeast, Serbocroatian… Only big brother Germany is convenient xD And trust me, there are so, sooo many people who really can't speak English in Europe. There was a study not long ago which claimed that Austria was the second best European country regarding being able to speak English (Number 1 was the Netherlands, if I remember correctly) and I was shocked, like "How bad is it in other countries then because Austrians are shit when it comes to English."

"Obviously, I couldn’t do another four months, but I figured that just the one would let me revisit my favorite spots in the south – Slovenia, Switzerland, Bavaria, Italy, maybe Monaco or bits of southern France." - Wow, wonderfully left out the obvious space of Austria there, I'm heartbroken (jk, I know Austria gets full attention in two statements).

Somehow, now hearing a British person talking about travel in Italy I can't think of anything other than James May, our man in Italy! XD

Last year for vacation I was in Italy in September as well. It's really perfect, school has started again so you're off-season and the weather is still super warm or even hot.

"He was pale, scrawny almost, and looked utterly out of place. His loose, bright shirt was in stark contrast to his long, black hair." - Gerry!

"He was staring at me with an air of concentration. Like he was trying to read something written very small on my forehead." - Hahahaha, I imagine him squinting at Andrea Nuniz with a puzzled look on his face XD

"what he wanted was to have a nice holiday in peace. He said it in a really accusatory way, like I was ruining his holiday somehow, and I said so. He sighed and said that he wasn’t in the business of helping strays" - very subtle static there. Also I just wanna say that I love Gerry. Good-hearted characters are often described as Golden Retrievers, which doesn't really fit him very well, so I'd say he's that stray dog that pretends they don't care but is actually really friendly and kind.

"Was I married? Did I have a fiance, partner, friends? I told him no, not really. I was just about sick of his stupid questions, but he sounded oddly desperate. Siblings? No." - Desperately scrambling for an anchor to save that poor traveller's life.

"Mother? Of course I had a mother." - lol

"As I left, I heard him call after me, telling me to remember my mother, to keep her face in my mind." - anchor, anchor, anchor!

"My first move was to try and locate that street market he’d mentioned. Perhaps it wasn’t just hidden away, perhaps it had been actually illegal, and he’d gotten caught up in something he shouldn’t have." - Well good idea going to look for him on your own, I guess?…

"My first move was to try and locate that street market he’d mentioned. Perhaps it wasn’t just hidden away, perhaps it had been actually illegal, and he’d gotten caught up in something he shouldn’t have." - Good job, Jon!

"She’s been doing her work with the same diligence as before the Prentiss incident" - I think it's hilarious that the Not!Them had to work an office job for about 6 to 7 months XD

Oh yes, ending with a wonderful scene about evidence of Jon getting more and more unhinged. Great comedy! On my first listen I really didn't expect Elias to be the big bad at this point, just a normal corporate asshole. I actually thought Martin was kinda sus, disappearing into the tunnel during the Prentiss attack, finding Gertrude's body, the letter to his mother etc. Not in a bad way sus, I just thought he would definitely be more involved than it seems.

He was a lot more involved in the end

[touchtranscendslanguage]

is there anyway for us to know what each of their magic is? like we know that virge has fear and lightning magic, but what about everyone elses?

you dont have to answer, i just really enjoy the story line and the writting, and i wanted to know a bit more about the characters :)

First off: Sorry it took me so long to answer this, tumblr did not notify me that I had an ask.

Second: Please excuse any typos I'm still on vacation and using my phone to type. I finished writing this right after getting back from vacation and am running on little sleep.

Third: thank you so much! I always love hearing that people like my writing especially the story line and I'm so glad you want to know more about the characters!

Fourth: I don't have all of the character's powers fully fleshed out, but let's see what I can tell you.

More below the cut because this got looong

Okay, so you've got Virgil's lightning and fear magic down.

The fear magic doesn't work on other witches who have protections up or someone whose mind has been warded somehow (not easy to do). He can sense people's fears and insert new fears into someone. The most concentrated fear he can give people is fear of himself. General and simple fears can be given from a distance. The more complex the fear, the closer he has to be until it reaches the point that he has to be touching the person. A permanent phobia also requires touch.

Using mental magic on someone also depends on whether or not they're another magic user, how strong their protections are (if they have any), how receptive they are to the magic, how often the witch has used mental magic on them in the past, and how familiar the witch is with them. For example, it gets easier for Virgil to share complex fears with Janus as the story progresses.

Virgil can also take fears away which he doesn't do often. He believes that fear is vital to a person's survival and that taking it away can have disastrous consequences. He will, however, lessen detrimental fears and phobias sometimes.

In addition, Virgil can cause anxiety and panic attacks, but he can't get rid of them. At least, not entirely. He can push them off for later. This doesn't always work for him.

Virgil's lightning magic is pretty straightforward. He can turn any cloud into a storm cloud and maybe even move clouds around to summon lightning from (I can't decide if that last part is overkill). His body is also a source of lightning with more electricity than average being generated from his body. He can shoot blots of lightning from himself and can electrocute people with touch.

Janus's magic is deception, healing, and secret-keeping.

Deception magic includes illusions, lie detection, and manipulation.

Janus's illusions can affect all five senses and can be nearly impossible to "see" through when he's at full power. At full power, they can withstand skepticism making it so that even when you know they aren't real they won't go away. Smell and taste are the easiest illusions with sound coming in third and sight and touch being the hardest.

Lie detection is complicated. It tells Janus how much of a lie something is as well as which parts are a lie. Not just lies he hears, but ones he sees, too. To an extent. Janus knows you're in disguise. He can also sense illusions.

Janus's manipulation is convincing people of things that aren't real. He specializes in comforting lies, though he can be vicious when he wants to be. It's great for getting his brothers out of trouble when they fuck up.

Janus's healing magic's speed depends on the severity of the wound. He can patch up just about anything. All it takes is touch and a bit of concentration. He insists on kissing Virgil to heal him because he's a dramatic gay.

Secret keeping magic consists of silencing and suppression magic.

Yes, silencing magic includes covering one's mouth with their own hand. What can I say, that's a classic. Janus can put a lock on certain facts, words, and concepts so that the person in question can't say them or communicate them in any other way. If they try the hand thing happens. The hand over their mouth isn't what's stopping them, it's symbolic.

I haven't worked out distances for silencing magic.

Suppression magic is exactly what it sounds like. It suppresses memories. Depending on various variables such as distance, Janus's health, protections, etc. the suppressed memories can sometimes be triggered into being remembered. He can also know what a person's suppressed memories are (if he looks for them) and can unsuppress them.

A side note on mental magic: it's amazing how easily a fae can use their witch magic on someone if they have their name. Rules get bent and sometimes broken when combining witch magic and name magic.

Both of the twins have creation magic. They can create things out of thin air, though most of the time it takes a good amount of concentration. Some things that they've created many times and are more familiar with are easier to create. Hence, Roman only creating a duplicate of his sword during his fight with Virgil.

The things the twins create have to be imagined very specifically or else they won't turn out right if they get made at all. They can't just make a house, they have to know where each brick is and what it's made of. They need to know what kind of wood the doors are made of, exactly how big the fireplace is, what glue is holding the wallpaper up, etc.

Roman specializes in creating fanciful things while Remus specializes in creating more taboo things. Hence, their monikers. It's really just personal preference, they can each make anything they can imagine.

Remus also has mind reading/telepathic magic. Mind reading can be a bit more complicated than most people think. Some people think in images. Some people can't mentally visualize things. Some people don't think much at all. However a person thinks Remus can tap into their thoughts.

Remus can also push his own thoughts into other people's minds giving them literal intrusive thoughts. He does not always use this power for good.

Like most mental magic Remus can't use this magic on people who have protections in place or are warded.

In addition to creation magic Roman has magic related to hopes, dreams, and romance.

Not only does he know people's hopes, dreams, and romantic feelings he can manipulate them, too. Roman can build hopes and dreams and destroy them just as easily. He can be cupid or make you fall out of love with just skin-to-skin contact and a bit of focus. (Honestly I think Roman's powers are the most terrifying).

Patton has empathic and unreality magic.

Patton can sense other people's emotions even through protections. Protections can, however, stop him from manipulating emotion. Long distance it's temporary, but with physical contact he can do permanent damage.

Patton's empathic magic only works for certain emotions. Basically happiness and sadness as well as most emotions related to those two. I think.

Like Virgil, Patton understands the importance of feeling emotions - even the "bad" ones (he's a fucking hypocrite but what can you do) so he doesn't tend to go around eliminating people's sadness. Just tries to reign it in a little. But like with Virgil he can only put off his own sadness for later. I haven't decided if the same thing happens when he does it to other people.

Unreality magic is quite terrifying. It's making things cease to exist. Just gone. Forever. I hate to compare it to Thanos's snap but that's basically what it is. And yes, he can do it to people, but it takes a lot out of him.

Logan's magic I've thought about the least. It definitely includes some kind of magic that allows him to learn things faster and/or easier. And he has negation magic. He can negate anyone else's magic.

Remy actually wasn't born a witch. His magic was a faerie godfather gift from Thomas. As such, he only has one type of magic. Sleep magic.

Remy controls people's ability to sleep. I haven't thought very far into the details of that.

Thomas has many kinds of magic. Dude's a magic hoarder. No, really. The magic he was born with? Magic theft. He has the ability to steal other witchs' magic. Once he takes it they don't have it anymore. If he takes all of their magic they are no longer witches and they lose everything that came with the classification including immortality.

Okay, I'm really tired right now and this has gotten ridiculously long so I'm ending it here. I have one more post to make tonight and then I'm headed to bed. Forgive me for not proofreading most of this

[snwusberry]

#12: i like my girls a little ugly anyway

WARNING(S): language, looks are discussed briefly.

NOTE: these are just characters and do not depict the actual people therefore the behavior of said characters won't be accurate to the actual people.

if this looks familiar it's bc it is

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i hear the crunchy sound of shoes walking on the pebbled ground behind me but i don't flinch or look back, i just keep my eyes trained on a bald spot in the grass like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"baby?" his voice immediately brings the slightest tears in my eyes. i haven't gotten to talk to him in what feels like forever because we've both been so busy so the sound of his voice brings me unimaginable comfort.

"why are you out alone in the cold?"

"i love the cold. see, i'm thr-thiving." ew why did i stutter like that? i'm not doing this, sorry.

"come on. let's take you home." he offers me his hand to help me stand up, completely ignoring my previous words and weak voice.

"i'm good right here you go without me" my voice got shaky and i can't tell whether it's because i'm trying not to cry or if i'm shivering from the cold.

he just sighs and stands there a little longer, the only sound being from the rain pattering softly on the ground and a bit louder on the umbrella taehyun is holding.

"okay then." he then sits down right next to me on the wet grass he closes his umbrella. he just sits with me in the rain which makes me slightly panic.

"what are you doing? you're gonna catch a cold."

"well you refuse to let me take you home and i'm not leaving you here alone. so i guess we'll both get sick if you wanna be so stubborn." his voice comes out so stern but i can't help but smile at his words. he's way too selfless for his own good.

"stop being such a sweet person, people will take advantage of you." i murmur, looking at the grass again and bringing my knees closer to my chest in attempt to get sone sort of warmth.

he just laughs and looks at me but his face quickly changes to that of worry when he hears me sniffle. "you wanna talk about it?"

i shake my head.

"bullshit."

i just look at him and scoff, trying to brush it off. "what makes you think anything is uh... is wrong?"

"your eyes are bloodshot with tears streaming down your face while you sit under a tree in the dirt as it rains."

"okay maybe something is wrong." i mumble refusing to look at him.

"well?"

i guess i should tell him. i can't pretend everything is okay, especially not with him. hell call me out on my bullshit.

"aria. she..."

"i should've known." he says to himself, sighing before concentrating on me again.

i let out a much needed breath before continuing. "...she told me that i don't deserve to be your girlfriend. she insinuated that i'm not pretty enough for you. i feel so fucking stupid for reacting this way now that saying this out loud." i pause and taehyun shakes his head.

"don't invalidate your own feelings like that gia."

he pulls me into him, shifting a bit to get into a comfortable position before he tells me to continue.

"she told me i'm not good enough and that you'd be better off with her and i guess i believe her."

"only i get to decide that don't you think? i get to decide who's good for me. you. it will always be you giana."

"that's not all she said..."

"what else?"

"she also called me a backstabber for reciprocating your feelings." wow, saying really makes me feel pathetic for reacting this way, like why didn't i just ignore her from the get go?

"baby, she's obviously trying to get to you. you did nothing wrong. absolutely nothing. what she's doing is, she's trying to get you to rethink our relationship because she knows that if she makes you feel guilty, you'll do what she wants. don't give her what she wants" he says, barely above a whisper, holding my hand tightly and his words make me smile.

"i'm not as naive as she thinks i am. nothing she says will make me rethink anything about us because you're literally the best thing to come into my life."

it's true. spending time with him always makes my day better, hearing his voice always makes me feel better. everything just feels right when he's around.

"you're not all that she says you are gia. you are an amazing person. you didn't do any wrong for returning my feelings for you alright? and in any case, you didn't know how she felt so how can you be a backstabber then? you are one of the most genuine people i know and i am so fucking lucky to be able to call you my girlfriend."

"you're so corny." i snort and he laughs hugging me closer to him.

"yes but it's true. i absolutely adore you, forget your appearance, that's just a bonus to all the things i admire about you. and if she's so vain and thinks that looks are everything then that's her own problem. plus i like my girls a little ugly anyways."

"hey."

there's a second of silence before we both laugh. i know he's joking when he says that.

i lay my head on his shoulder and he rests his head on mine, wrapping an arm around and we just sit there in the rain. together like the dramatic people we are.

[smallwhalesdonotinteract]

I posted 173 times in 2022

That's 173 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 14 of my posts in 2022

#dames and dragons - 5 posts

#dames and dragons falen - 4 posts

#falen the betrayer - 3 posts

#dames and dragons fran - 3 posts

#fralen - 3 posts

#is there a ship name? - 2 posts

#? - 2 posts

#dames and dragons diamond - 1 post

#i just want to clarify that i did get permission to post this and that it did involve me making the 🥺 face - 1 post

#love this dichotomy. real falen had a job to do and he was gonna do it. other falen decided his job was to be hot - 1 post

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#the 'we can put some avocados in a bag for you it'll be just like the real thing' 'you're so weird corbin. thank you' exchange

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

OMG IN THE LIBRARY IN THE DWARF KINGDOM FRAN FAILED A PERCEPTION CHECK TO SENSE THE EVIL FALEN. The Falen-sense doesn't work when she knows it's a fake Falen! Her uncanny ability to make impossible Falen-related observations failed her enough that he could sneak up on her!!!

5 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#4

Me: "The real tragedy of Evil Falen being into Fran is that he can't pull her hair to playfully flirt with her. Because her hair is water."

My SO: "...uwuh 🥺"

Me: "Well that was a noise!"

Them: "He could try 🥺"

~~~

My SO: "Don't post that, you're bullying me!"

Me: "I thought it was cute! I'm not bullying you, I'm just... metaphorically pulling your hair."

7 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#3

Real Falen's first impression on Fran: *stabs two people she likes, has that awkward spit interaction with Corbin, leaves without saying anything to anybody*

Other Falen's first impression on Fran: *leans over her to whisper with a sexy voice directly in her ear* "Ooh, scholarly...~"

7 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#2

I don’t know how old Diamond is, because all of the group swooning over him reads sort of like middle schoolers fangirling over a much older boyband member, but I DO know that if he IS age-appropriate to crush on any of the main group, he is HEAD-OVER-HEELS in deep, courtly love for Maeri. 

I mean, like. She’s canonically gorgeous, she didn’t lock eyes with him and immediately become a fawning sycophant, she’s incredibly powerful, she holds herself with grace and dignity, and she’s just genuinely good and kind and willing to try to rail against injustice and the systems that harm mortals, she’s a literal goddess but she still has a deeply human side. There’s nothing in that entire description that ISN’T bard catnip. 

Maeri is LITERALLY the stuff of songs. Maybe DIAMOND’S songs. We know that Jambo the Maskmaker knew the Survivor’s Ballad, but (as far as I know) we don’t know who wrote it. Maybe Jambo picked it up from Diamond. 

I just wanna imagine Diamond, newly-crowned champion of Dawson, getting saved by the Guardians and latching onto Maeri as his muse. He hears news of the battle, learns how she Names herself in the most dramatic and thematically appropriate way possible, and is DEVASTATED by the news that she has become trapped in the void. He prays to his benefactor, who gives Diamond a chance to save her. If he gathers all these powerful artifacts from all these dangerous places and brings them across the continent, he gets to bring her back. HE gets to be HER hero.

And then after all that work, somebody beats him to it, and his god shows up and shoos him off to the side while he bargains for his own life. 

And yeah, at least he gets to look really cool while giving the Guardians a concert, which is what he’s best at in the whole world, but Maeri doesn’t even look that impressed.

Heartbreaking.

49 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

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With enough repeated exposure to the Guardians' concentrated attention, all antagonistic Dames and Dragons NPCs will eventually succumb to what I call the "Falen state," in which that NPC, against their better judgment, will let the Guardians steamroll their decisions.

Symptoms of the Falen State include, in chronological order:

- the urge to strangle one or more members of the party, which becomes more and more impotent until it disappears almost entirely, but may still flare up with provocation

- resigned tone of voice with flat affectation

- being unable to say no even after repeated protests

- extremely reluctant fondness for the Guardians

- unhealthy levels of devotion to the Guardians, which may result in the affected NPC uprooting their entire way of life, agreeing to help them kill gods, or helping them overthrow the government of their home nation.

NPCs who have shown symptoms of the Falen State include, but are not limited to:

- Falen

- Alden

- Orestes (He showed early signs but managed to cut contact before Stage Three)

- Strong Selni, Wolf of the Waves (She showed the most resistance, but was the single focus of the Guardians' attention for more uninterrupted time than any other NPC. She didn't stand a chance.)

The best way to avoid falling into the Falen state is to avoid contact with the Guardians, if possible. If you must be in contact with the Guardians, avoid being interesting enough to hold their attention. If you start to feel any of these symptoms while in contact with the Guardians, cease contact immediately. Those with only the early symptoms can still live full, happy, boring lives. There is no cure for the later stages of the Falen State.

72 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

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