#I feel like I'm too dramatic and too much of a poet to write one

[fairytalesofforever]

chatfics my beloved

[dicenete]

I repainted his face more times than probably necessary but something always caught my eye and still does, but it is done. is done. It's fine. xD IkePri Tagteam:

@scummy-writes @goustmilk @solacedeer @m-mmiy @mxrmaid-poet

@pawnkyyy @ludivineikewolf @violettduchess @floydsteeth @wistfulwanderingone

@sh0jun @lorei-writes

A little bit of rambling of him below the break, spoilers (Keith's route, and little bit of Nokto's route) and such :0 so you have been warned.

TL;DR: I enjoyed the route despite its questionable elements. MC is too forgiving at times, but other than that, romanctic route was cute. Licht, the third wheel, was funny but sad.

Okay first about Keith's visual design: I really love how his design is the most asymmetrical from the suitors. Like the jacket and the vest he has. The jacket is very interestingly layered, almost like you aren't sure which part is the main thing and what is the accent. The green or the gold? The host or the alter? : D Same with his vest. His duality is battling in his clothing too hahaha

Keith's route was interesting. I had heard lots of differing opinions about it and I had my own reservations.

One mainly about the portrayal of DID and how the route does it. First things first: I'm not an expert at all. I won't even humor the idea that I had any say in anything regarding it. But overall, it could have been worse? Of course it might be very extreme in the way Alter Keith is hostile towards Host Keith. And of course you shouldn't take this as the only way the alter systems work. But as I said: I'm not an expert.

I had heard that the dramatic route follows Alter Keith and romantic route host Keith. I picked the romantic one. I had my personal reasons for that tho. But aside from that, it was nice to be with Keith that who struggled with self-worth. It was nice to see him grow as a character and find that strength to stand up for himself. (The fact that the host Keith seems to think that he is inferior to Alter Keith and that people would prefer the alter over him. The amount of stress that will bring. )

Keith's uncle was your very generic villain/antagonist without any real depth. He was a spoiled noble and so on. But since this was more about Keith inner journey I thought it was fine that it was like that.

The drugging scene… Well. That's a… a topic. Hmm… Host Keith himself felt very guilty about it and was full of remorse. Not that it was his choice to do it. Alter Keith well… He might justify it because he was gathering information about a rumor that might endanger his home country and people if it were true. I kinda can see where he is coming from, but also...IT CERTAINLY WAS DESTROYING OF TRUST. Like that time when Nokto "accidently" gets MC drunk. but hey ho. Since there is limited time frame for the chapters, I do understand they can't really jam all the things there, but I wanted Belle be more angry with him with Alter Keith for longer.

Maybe that's what bugs me sometimes. That Belle/Emma/MC is sometimes too forgiving and too much of a doormat. It works in routes like Yves and Licht (from the routes I have played, Leon seems like the most respectable gentleman too), because they are not being insulting towards her. I would even think that she works with Clavis, tho I would love to see him with someone who shares his chaotic gremlin energy. But with characters like Chev, Silvio or Alter Keith the their "power" doesn't feel balanced. MC seems to be completely on their mercy even if they stand up to them in some way. (Gilbert is another can of nasty things.)(With Chev's route, well, that is also a rambling for another time. But I haven't finished his route yet. so I will keep my ramblings to myself for now.)

Is Keith's route more about acceptance then? Accepting the good and the bad of a person? Possibly. I would think that is a good way to put it. Both Keiths have good and bad sides. And it seems that they are working on them.

[petriwriting]

French Poetry & Chocolate. - Regulus Black X Reader

A/N: First request woo! anyway. enjoy! (Requested) She/her pronouns for the reader as requested. Though I typically use they/them for my writing.

Anonymous asked:

A Regulus black x Slytherin reader where they are best friends and the reader gets her period and he helps and comforts her? No worries if not!

The Slytherin common room was only this quiet on weekends when most students were out socializing, and partying. Though for y/n, they'd spent most of the day in bed in her room, curled up in bed with a comforting novel her best friend had brought from home.

Y/n was busy, nose buried in this novel, too engulfed in fiction to even notice that Regulus was standing in the doorway. He knocked on the door that was open gently to alert y/n of his presence.

"Hello," Regulus said, moseying about with his hands in his pockets after setting his satchel down near the dresser. Y/n was a bit embarrassed, her hair was a bit messy, and she was wearing comfortable clothes, even her room was a bit messy in the absence of her roommates. "Hi," Y/n said, gesturing for Regulus to sit at the end of her bed. he followed suit, taking note that Y/n looked unwell.

they had been best friends since before their first year, so they had seen the best and the worst of one another over the years. It didn't bother Regulus, but it did raise some concerns.

"I haven't seen you out and about today, So I thought I'd check in." Y/n leaned up, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, I haven't been feeling well," she admitted.

Regulus frowned. "I can take you to the hospital wing now if its-"

He was promptly cut off. "no, no reg, I'm fine really. I just started my period. That's why I haven't felt well today."

Regulus nodded, sitting there. for a boy who reads so much, this was probably one of the only topics he didn't have any knowledge about. "Well if I can help in any way do let me know." Regulus wasn't sure of what to say. He only grew up with a brother, and his mother kept herself incredibly private. So it was no wonder the poor boy found himself useless. Y/n chuckled slightly. "I do appreciate it. I've been reading this."

Y/n turned the novel over to show him the cover. It was a dramatic fiction novel about two muggles. something regulus had recommended. "Oh, how are you liking it?" his eyes lit up, he was excited that y/n liked the book he had suggested to her and brought around.

"Oh, I think it's lovely." Y/n went on. "It's been keeping me on the edge of my seat. Who would have thought muggle fiction would be so interesting?" Y/n chuckled slightly.

"Well if you're interested I could read you some of my favorite poetry, I have another book with me today," Regulus said.

Y/n's eyes lit up, "that would be awesome." she said, patting the edge other side of her bed for Regulus to sit by her. The boy grabbed his satchel, rummaging through its contents. "I actually also have this." Regulus pulled out a small black velvet box, handing it to Y/n as he sat next to her with a small poetry book. Y/n reached over, gently opening the box to reveal some very fancy and decadent chocolates. "my mother sometimes gives them as gifts to people she wants to impress, they are very delicious- but, very sweet."

Seeing that y/n was excited, despite not feeling well made Regulus feel content. "Thank you reg, seriously." the two shared a glance, and the boy pushed his dark curls out of his face clearing his throat.

As he began reading, settled beside him, head resting on his arm as she tried the small chocolate truffles he had offered, instantly feeling a lot better than she had been all morning.

Regulus began reading his poetry, it was all in French, but he translated for her. A French poet, Charles Baudelaire was one he had been reading recently.

Always be drunk. That's it! The great imperative! In order not to feel Time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, Get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk. And if you sometimes happen to wake up on the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, your drunkenness gone or disappearing, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask everything that flees, everything that groans or rolls or sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will answer you: "Time to get drunk! Don't be martyred slaves of Time, Get drunk! Stay drunk! On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

As Regulus spoke the words, he peeked over at y/n who was sleepily listening. By the time he was halfway through another poem, Y/n was fast asleep, and Regulus was content.

[longlivedelusion]

hi uh can you do a fluffy jegulus at some point? idk if you do fluff but uh yeah

@ninkiminjaaaj I absolutely do fluff. And I've been actually reading a ton of Jegulus lately! Hyperfixation, activated 😎

Been in a bit of a writing rut tho so this isn't as good as I'd like it to be, but hopefully you enjoy 🥲

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You Made Me a Poet

Summary: Regulus gets too caught up in his writing, and James takes him out of it. Fluffy and lots of looking back on their relationship.

Warnings: None really.

"Reg," the sound of his name came with a groan as James peeked in through the door. "How much longer? You promised we'd go flying today."

Regulus didn't look up as he scribbled away at his book, "Just a few more minutes, I'm just about done."

Another grumble came from the doorway as James made his way into the room and onto the couch across from him in a dramatic huff.  "You said that half an hour ago."

Regulus lifts his head and blinks, turning his gaze over to the clock and his clearly perturbed boyfriend in the corner. "Oh." He looks back down as his nearly finished chapter.

He's so close to finishing a huge part of his book, and he's been on a creative roll all day which has been great. But then again, he did promise James some flying time since they hadn't spent too much time together lately with work and all.

Regulus's eyes turn towards James, assessing. "Okay, give me precisely 5 more minutes and I'll call it a day. I promise. You can stay there and time it if you'd like."

James sighs but nods, leaning back with one arm to get comfortable. 

It used to bother Regulus, having people around him like this. James especially. When they were in school, it took him years just to feel comfortable hanging out with James one-on-one, let alone having him there observing him while he worked. First, he was Sirius's loud, annoying best friend. Then he was his Quidditch rival. Then tutor and eventual friend. Which turned into years of pining before they finally confessed their feelings. Or, well, James did. 

If it wasn't for James, there would be so much that Regulus wouldn't have right now. An adorably needy boyfriend for one. A home, a real one. A decent relationship with his brother. Merlin, even his career in writing. If it wasn't for James, be wouldn't have even tried, probably would have gotten some ministry job that he would have hated, lived in an apartment alone, unhappy, and with no family.

But that wasn't his life. And so much of the joy he felt was because he had learned what it meant to be happy through James. 

As he finished up his final notes, James sneaks up behind him. Regulus feels a soft breath on his ear and arms wrap around him, "Time's up." 

Reg reaches up and back, stretching and using this chance to lace his fingers through his boyfriend's soft, brown curls. He gently pulls the brunette down to softly kiss his lips. 

Jame smile, but pulls back. "How was your day?" 

Regulus pouts at the loss of contact but responds nonetheless. "Good. I finished the chapter about the masquerade today."

James' smile brightened instantly, "Oh! That's amazing. You're about finished then aren't you? I still can't believe you've managed to knock out an entire book in less than a year! Well, actually I can but only because it's definitely cut into my quality Reggie time which I've definitely noticed, but of course I support you, I just miss seeing you so much you know?" 

Regulus's frown turns into a small, fond smile. "Don't jinx it," He warned. "I'm not finished yet. And I still have to go through editors and I don't even have an agent yet."

He feels James let go before he suddenly turns the chair, making Reggie yelp in surprise. "You're an amazing writer," he starts, eyes serious as they fix on Reggie's. "You're going to finish that book, get an editor, and then get it published. Everyone will buy it and love it. End of story."

Regulus raises an eyebrow at him, making James chuckle.

"Now you just need to make sure you don't burn yourself out before you get there, which is why... Flying!" James says, picking Regulus up bridal style.

"James!" He yells, arms wrapping around James's broad shoulders. "Give me a warning next time, please."

James softens, his arms securing tighter around. "Sorry."

Regulus shook his head, but the small smile blooms again on his features, one he reserves only for his adorable boyfriend. He lifts his hand, pale fingers tracing the smooth, deep brown skin that always felt like heaven under his touch. Features he could trace time and time again yet never get tired of, finding new lines as he aged, a new softness or sharpness across his jaw or cheek.

This man, the love of his life.

Regulus still couldn't believe it. 

Whether it was now or the first time James' hands laid flush against Regulus's own, their fingers tracing slow paths around their joined hands. Exploring, tentative touches after they'd confessed. Their hearts laid bare in a way neither had ever done, and now this whole new world awaited them. 

Regulus knew then, beyond a doubt that James was going to be the death of him. And the rebirth of something entirely new. And he wasn't so afraid, not if he got to have an enternity of that feeling.

And still years later, he had that feeling every time James' touched his lips, pressed a hand to his back or whispered an I love you.

Nothing could beat this, these moments. This life. Not when James was by his side.

[jaybeefoxy]

Watched the Martin Shaw version of Dalgliesh the other night for the first time. UK TV Play has The Murder Room and Death in Holy Orders on demand. I have to say, I liked Martin's rendition of the character, but he's not as quietly contemplative as Bertie Carvel. He's studied, thoughtful, and shows the character's dedication to the pursuit of truth, but he's not as intimidating as Carvel manages to make his version. Somehow, the new version is much more like the original. I've stuck the rest of this review under the cut. I'd be interested in other folk's thoughts.

They messed with the Martin Shaw stories, but I can forgive it for the purposes of dramatising. I've not read the Murder Room yet so I can't compare it, but I've just finished Death in Holy Orders and was interested to see how it played out. They slightly changed the ending, probably to make it more dramatic, but I'm not sure they really needed to. They don't really seem to bring out the fact that Dalgliesh is a poet in Shaw's version. It seems to be used far more in the recent series.

I'm hoping they do Holy Orders for the new series because if they're sticking to canon, this is where P D James introduces Emma Lavenham. Not that I want to see Dalgliesh with a new love interest (because I definitely ship him with Carlys Peer's Miskin), but I'm interested from a literary pov to see what they do with it.

I was slightly confused, because they stuck Emma in Murder Room for Martin's series, which she isn't in Bertie's rendition. However, they filmed out of book sequence for the new one. Far as I can see Murder Room comes after Holy Orders, so the new series has ignored canon there.

However, I liked neither of the actresses who took Miskin's role in the Martin Shaw series. Tilly Blackwood played a version closer to the books in terms of looks, but I didn't feel sympathetic to her character's attitude. Victoria Scarborough took the role in Holy Orders, (so from a blond actress, they jump to one with short dark hair) and I found her too sharp-edged, despite perhaps being closer to the changes wrought in her by James' writing as the character grows.

I like Carlys Peer's rendition, despite it being the least like the books (not least of which because they didn't cast a white actress), but she brings out Miskin's relationship with Dalgliesh better, in my humble opinion.

Nor did I care for the rendition of Piers Tarrant either. In the Carvel version they've mashed up the (book) characters of Daniel Aaron and Piers Tarrant, so we seem to get Daniel Tarrant, played by Alastair Brammer. I feel he's a much better fit than William Beck who seems to be whinging all the time.

Personally, for series three, I would like to see them do Death in Holy Orders, The Lighthouse and The Private Patient. I think this would allow them to introduce Emma (even though I'd prefer an outcome with Kate Miskin, that's for fanfic realms, not television), and follow their relationship. Private Patient is the last one in the series, so it would allow them to tie this up to three series, unless a fourth is planned, in which case, they'll have to mess around with the timeline, which I hope they don’t do. The main problem I can see is that the last series was firmly rooted in the 70s and the last book brings us up to 2008. It's a big leap, and one I'm not sure will work. Roll on 2024.

[missingn000]

ASJSHSVDJODKDVSIDKFBFBWJDBFBD So... You made that post about describing your writing style and l had a lot of feelings about it and you just gave me an oportunity to infodump and congratulate.

For me, your writing style is like you are both describing a scene and showing us its most intimate meaning. Like, you are writing what is happening as any good book would do but at the same time you are describing the feelings we would experience if we were seeing this on real life.

Your fight scenes are probably the BEST ones l have ever read. Not because you explain how they move, but you describe how would we feel seeing them fight (In tpg chap41, when you describe the domains, *chefs kiss*, even better than seeing Gojo's domain on the anime).

Your dialogues are witty and intelligent, you always end up making a pun that leaves me rolling in the floor, and then you make a statement to show the tragedy/beatuty of the situation that breaks me a little.

And to top it all you always use a vocabulary and descriptions and comparisons that l wish l could emulate.

If l wanted to describe your writing style as you would... It's like you are both a painter, giving us enough about the scene to know exactly what is happening but without giving too much details. And at the same time you are like a surgeon, carving open through your characters and themes so that we see exposed their core and their souls. You show us exactly what they feel and how, how your narrative intertwines their threads like a beautiful tapestry, but then you show us the other side and it's still the same character with their found family and everything they do boils down to the basis of their personality. But you do it in such a way that you may as well be a poet, writing in verse a melody where every chord fits its place creating an harmony that echoes through the dome and filling your ears with its sound.

Maybe this got out of hand, but l like how it turned out and l've barely been on the discord lately because of the exams, so l think you deserve to know this ;)

I like your writing style

WHADDAHELL I LOVE U??? YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY this is seriously so sweet!! you're basically touching on everything i try to do as a writer: showcase a scene both physically and emotionally through words. fight scenes are my FAVORITE thing to write, and i had a blast describing both sukuna and getou's domains in chapter 41. dialogue is also really fun for me, and witty banter between the characters always leaves me giggling too. but showing the emotional/dramatic side of the characters is equally important, and i'm so thrilled to hear you think i successfully weave them together!! connecting the characters, themes, and imagery in this story has been very challenging, but even more rewarding, and i'm honestly BEAMING at this message. seriously made my day. THANK YOU SO MUCH MWAH

[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

If it seems like I might have been a normal amount of normal about the Muse lately, it's only because I keep writing posts about them, deciding it's gotten too unhinged even for this unhinged webbed site, and deleting everything.

So the joke about needing multiple charts to describe my sexuality is not that much of an exaggeration. I have two distinct modes of being attracted to people: one is a demisexual kind of thing where I have to get to know someone a bit in order to figure out if I have chemistry with them, and the other, much rarer mode is getting absolutely run over by a freight train of hormones. I don't feel like the latter is particularly... healthy... at least not for me. My track record of what happens when I act on one of those is unsurprisingly not-great. A lot of that probably has to do with how those kinds of freight-train limerences really aren't as much about the person in question as they are about me, namely about what my soul hungers for most in the moment. And you can kinda see that reflected in who ends up in the crosshairs: musician. musician. poet. writer/photographer. athlete/healer. musician. (The combo breaker in there was right after a particularly unhappy and unsafe time in my life.) The fact that I'm back on the musician track after an especially long hiatus goes hand in hand with my brain falling back into a familiar pattern as it finds a new normal. What my soul hungers for most is to find joy in music again.

I do bitch and moan about how limerence is dumb and I'm dumb for daydreaming about all the deliciously sad and dramatically beautiful ways the Muse could reject me--and yeah maaaaybe this is a little bit like warming myself next to a nuclear reactor in meltdown--but it is keeping me going through this interminable slog of boring stuff that I'd rather not be doing right now but kinda have to in order to get to the good stuff. That's gotta count for something, right?

[writing-imagines]

hii, can i ask you for a sexed ship and a stranger things ship?

i'm a bi girl, 5ft7, red-ish wavy hair with bangs and layers that i actually braid quite often, green eyes and freckles.

i love literature in any shape or form, my favourite books are little women, emma, the picture of dorian gray, if we were villains and a room of one's own and i write a lot of poems, my favourite poet is emily dickinson.

i also really love listening to music whenever i am doing stuff alone, my favourite artists are taylor swift, louis tomlinson, lana del rey, arctic monkeys and lorde.

i'm a really introspective person, i love analyzing things like lyrics and movies and literature and finding subtexts, but also the way people behave and the way our society affects our lives and i talk about this stuff with people i'm close to.

i'm also a really romantic person, my love language is words of affirmation and i'm also a pretty dramatic person who tends to overthink everything way too much. that being said, i'm also a person who really believes in romanticizing the little things, whilst still always having big dreams and trying to make them come true.

i know most of what i wrote is probably useless, but i thought that maybe the details could end up being helpful, so yeah, thank you so so much for taking the time to read this and thinking about those ships for me, i wish you the best<3

Hi!!! Sorry it took so long, your girl started a new job and it has taken up much more time than anticipated. I hope you like it!

From Sex Education, I ship you with: Maeve Wiley

•We all know that Maeve loves books and can easily tell the underlying themes/meanings

•You’re the only person she can talk literature with and not get frustrated. Rather the opposite

•Maeve could listen to you talk about anything for hours

•On the rare occasion you two don’t spend your free time lounging around reading and watching tv, you spent time listening to each other’s favorite music

•Maeve would never admit it, but she’s a Taylor Swift fan and loves watching you sing and dance to her music

•She does enjoy Lana Del Rey though and puts on an album anytime she gets the chance

From Stranger Things, I ship you with: Robin Buckley

•Robin isn’t one for reading or analyzing any type of literature

•But she will gladly listen to you read section after section of whatever book you’re reading

•Sometimes you manage to keep her interest, but most of the time she gets bored and ends up annoying you to the point you put the book down

•Then she gives you plenty of apology kisses

•she never actually feels bad though

•Where Robin lacks in literature, she makes up for in music

•Her music taste is incredible AND she loves your music too

•Depending on what album you put on, the two of you could spend all night slow dancing in the living room or putting on your own rock show

[spacerangersam]

Where did you get the inspiration for Of Fangs and Claws? And how did you choose who would be a werewolf and who’d be a vampire? Basically can you talk about the story because I love it so much <3

Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it (and I will get around to updating it, I swear). And I can absolutely talk about it, I love to ramble on about my writing.

So, it’s been a while so it’s hard to remember specific details, and I’ve not ever really engaged with vampire/werewolf media (outside of one show I watched as a teenager, and like, youtube critiques about monster shows which I’ve never seen), so I don’t really have a clear cut inspiration. This is all going to be a bit vague I’m afraid.

But the main inspiration was definitely like, Halloween, in general. I’m a big spooky season fan and really wanted to write a Halloween fic. Vampires and werewolves seemed like an obvious choice for that. They have such different vibes and all that it's fun to compare and contrast them, and the idea of splitting the ghoul group in half to do that sounded cool. I also have my own ideas about how vampires/werewolves work and all, so it was a chance to put all those thoughts I’ve had bouncing around my skull to use (namely, I just wanted to write werewolves without all of that alpha, beta bullshit, god that sucks).

This may or may not have been around the time the first Dracula read-along was going on too, and while I gave up on that early on, it probably left me with vampires on the brain. Fun fact, I haven't gotten to it yet but vampires don't turn into bats in my story but into a pile of writhing leeches because I have a memory of a friend saying that was one of bram stoker’s original ideas that he discarded. I can’t easily find proof of that though so there's a chance I'm misremembering something. Regardless, I like the idea so much that it's vampire canon to me now. It's so much weirder and grosser than bats and honestly, fits better too.

The world specifically and a few small details kinda came from an original story idea that's been bouncing around in my years for years now but never fully taken form- funnily enough, Pat and Mike's adventure group is a big part of it, actually, though it works a bit differently in my story. Anyway, this was kinda my chance to feel out some ideas for that og story. I've still not gotten far with it, but I do have the mc figured out at least, (Briallen, her design is cool if I do say so myself, I like her a lot).

As for deciding who’d be what, it basically came down to wealth. When I think of a vampire, I think of giant Gothic castles and expensive jewels and dresses and ornate goblets full of blood- excessive wealth, basically. Vampires are practically metaphors for the rich, so anyone from a wealthy family in canon was going to be a vampire, no doubt about it. Also, vampires always seem like solitary, guarded creatures to me, so that’s why the Captain became a vampire. Besides, I needed to beef up the Button gang and thought Fanny deserved to have her bff with her.

In contrast, werewolves give off the vibes of being friendly, down-to-earth folks (maybe because I watched Wolfblood as a teen where all the werewolves are just like- otherwise very normal schoolkids, or at least that's what I remember), which just suited characters like Pat and Robin and Mary way better. 

With the exception of Thomas, is was. I’m trying to remember if he was originally going to be a vampire, and I’m not sure. Out of all the characters, dramatic Regency poet Thomas seems the ripest to be a vampire, and I have a feeling I probably made him a werewolf specifically because of that. It just seemed too obvious, you know, and the obvious annoys me sometimes. It also let me make a more interesting backstory for him, so it was a win-win.

Same sorta goes with Alison, making her a werewolf with Button ties was a good idea to centre the story around. Also, I just like werewolves more, so writing about a character becoming a werewolf was more fun to me.

For the other characters, including [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], it was more a matter of what monster/creature haven’t I included yet? Jemimia became a morgen specifically because I wanted to throw in some Welsh monsters, and morgen- idk how to say this, but they’re very like, swampy in my mind. Like, with greenish skin and dark green hair, covered in seaweed or algae, and that just fits with Jemima in my mind. Margot and Rachel are water nymphs because. 

Body is there and a bat because a) thought it would be funny to make Humphrey’s body an actual character, b) I just kinda wanted a Salem-esque (a Sabrina Salem) character in here because I like Salem, I think he’s a cool cat, and bat because vampire. He also works as a sort of red herring- like he’s a bat hanging around vampires, probably makes you think that all the vampires themselves can turn into bats too but no. leeches. :)

This was probably a rambly mess and I’m sorry about that, but I hope this was somewhat interesting.

[flowerbloom-arts]

Day 20; Hodgkins' lost brother / the Muddler's parents

CW: Ends in death

There was a knock on the poet's door, Diggory said to come in and Confounder opened the door, the eight year old Muddler ran in and jumped on his father's lap as he was at his writing desk.

"Hey honey, how have..." Confounder noticed all the towers of junk in his room "How long has it been like this?"

"Like what?" Diggory asked innocently as he was patting his son's head.

"Oh don't play dumb, why is your room filled with heaping piles of-" Confounder picked out a cuckoo clock from the junk tower next to her by the door "Why in the world is this here?? I thought I misplaced this thing like I always do months ago!" she said in a baffled tone, the Confounder always had a habit of putting things in the wrong place and realizing it when it's too late, she just thought she lost most of this stuff the more she looked at the towers in the room. How did her husband even find most of this when she couldn't?

"Oh you know, I might possibly need a few old things in my possession in the future, who knows when a broken cuckoo clock would come in handy! Better safe than sorry as they say!"

"... This is hoarding," Confounder said seriously.

"I am accumulating a large quantity of items and storing them in a disorganized manner without putting them to much use, yes."

"In your literal work space, no less! How do you live like this??"

"I just... Do it? It's that simple?" Diggory leaned back on his chair trying to avoid the obvious issue his wife is trying to point out.

Confounder took a deep breath "We need to clean this place up."

"What???" Diggory blurted out loudly.

"It's spring cleaning anyway, we might as well!" Confounder said and picked up Muddler who looked pretty concerned for a child and then put him down on the ground.

"But-!"

"You can't overexplain yourself out of this one, dear, you shouldn't be living in a cluttered mess of a room when your mental state is already in shambles! The least we can do is clean up this mess," Confounder lectured "Clear space, clear mind!"

Diggory got up from his chair and tried to argue "But Connie, I- I know that... I'm..." he stumbled over himself trying to excuse why they shouldn't clean his room, in all honesty he just didn't have the motivation to do so and thought it would bring his already low morale down.

Muddler saw a rather large button in one of the towers and tried pulling it out, the towers wobbled and toppled over but Muddler scurried out of the way before it was too late. The parents saw this and were in shock, Diggory ran over to him and held his son's face.

"Muddler are you okay?? Did you get hurt???"

"N-no! Excuse me! I'm sorry!" Muddler felt bad as he looked over at the toppled junk tower and clutched the button in his paws. Diggory looked over at the pile and sighed, finally agreeing that a state like this was dangerous and should be cleaned out.

*

Confounder was putting a few things in the old giant Maxwell House Coffee™ tin that was used as an advertisement stunt way back in the day, mostly junk and stuffed animals that didn't need cleaning.

Diggory was still rather hesitant with spring cleaning and was looking at the cabinet that harbored a few old trinkets and prizes from his academia. "Where did I go wrong..." he asked dramatically and sadly to himself.

Confounder looked up at Diggory but was still putting things in the tin "That awful publishing deal is where it went wrong," she said, not picking up that it was meant to be a rhetorical question.

"... Yeah," Diggory replied with a sad nod.

"Don't beat yourself over it so much, you did what you could and you trusted some people that turned out bad. It wasn't your fault."

"I know, but the Ocean Orchestra was my Magnum Opus that was supposed to jumpstart my career and now it's just... It's not."

The Confounder closed the tin "I get that, but you have to understand that something like this isn't worth burying yourself in trash and making yourself feel like trash too. Now come on, help me take this thing to the porch, something this big doesn't really belong inside."

The couple managed to carry the tin out the door and slid it beside the door before going back inskde and into Diggory's room.

"Hey, where's Muddler?" Asked Diggory, he was always the most concerned parent for the kid out of the two.

"He's probably in the bedroom looking through buttons in the drawers, you know how he loves those things," Confounder answered.

"Mhm..." Diggory nodded with a bad feeling, but he brushed it off as being hesitant about starting spring cleaning.

The two stood in front of a large tower filled with sharp things, they thought it would be a good start to get the most dangerous pile out of the way without fear of toppling it over in the process of doing something else.

"How do we take this down?" Confounder asked with arms crossed as she stared up at the tower.

"Erm... I don't know... I think you just..." Diggory said as his tried very carefully taking out a dagger's handle sticking out, thinking it wouldn't affect the tower's balance to much.

Confounder suddenly had a realization and yelled "WAIT I PUT MUDDLER IN THE COFFEE TIN-"

His wife's yelling startled Diggory as he was in the process of pulling the danger out of the pile.

And it toppled right on top of both of them.

[acluelessstar]

(sorry this is very long slkdfjdlksfj)

Ok so this is my attempt of looking up various stars and constellations that I think are cool and then going in and looking at the meanings, drawing personal connections, and generally taking the name thing in a very symbolic route lmao. I know these are all very wonky because I have a thing for wonky names sldkfjksdlfj. The first looked pleasing to me spelling-wise and the way I'm pronouncing it in my head also sounds nice, so playing around with the pronunciation of it could be fun! Obviously these aren't a guess to your actual name-- these are very out there-- but more of stuff that I think match to what your personality looks like to me

Circinus: a compass (used in drawing circles, not the directional kind). It's main star is Circini. I feel like this is very pretty sounding, but compasses also kind of fit in a certain perception of you, I think? Whenever I think of you, I think of someone who is (or tries to be) very organized. You put in a lot of effort into your art, and it really shows! Your colors and shading are always so nice and can be very dramatic in such a pleasing way. I feel like the compass kind of leans into that perfectionism that you incorporate into your works; even though they don't have the super smooth brushwork and lining, it's still executed in a way that looks fantastic. Cirenia, along with the actual name Circinus or Circini, could work nicely as a name. Circinus is pronounced sir-sin-us, but I was pronouncing it as sir-sin-ee-us

Phoenix: the really cool fire bird. Ankaa is its brightest star, and several stars in the constellation are named Phoenicis. I love this bird and the stories it was born from. It's rooted in so many different cultures, from Persian to Greek to Indian-- it's really interesting how this was passed from place to place. There's a lot of different elements to this. I know fire seems like a very odd element, since from out interactions I've only ever seen a very calm side of you, and typically fire is portrayed as very violent. There's also a really important sense of harmony in it (and the phoenix), as not only can it be violent but it's also very nurturing in a lot of cases. I think you remind me of a campfire; you are incredibly passionate about your work-- I can see that in your drawings and the way you dedicate yourself to your schoolwork, music, and art-- and you're also very warm. Despite "Star" being in the very cold and empty vacuum of space, your personality radiates this amazing warmth which I adore seeing from you and your interactions with other people and myself. You're also incredibly revitalizing, which lends to the meaning behind the phoenix, and the impression that you leave in a lot of people's heads (or at least my own lmao) is there /pos. You are there and I think you won't be leaving for awhile, since when I think of people who I enjoy interacting with on here, you are definitely one of the first to pop up. There's a lot you could do with Phoenix as a name in my opinion lmao. Nyx, for example, is very short and very sweet, and is actually the Greek goddess of night (double meaning pog, I love this name). Anka or Anqa ("عَنْقَاء" in Arabic) is the name of the phoenix in Arabian mythology, which I think is very cool

I kind of want to get into Nyx a little bit more because I love the name. Nyx has always sounded really pretty to me, and it stems from Greek mythology. While she was rarely worshipped, a lot of artists and poets drew inspiration from her, which very much ties into your writing and art. Her close ties with creation also lend to that, as she is often thought to be placed near or at the creation of the universe in Greek mythology. Though associated with darkness, she isn't evil and not a lot was known about her.

I hope you are having a good day and hopefully this isn't too far out there lsdjfjlskdf. <3!!!

holy fuck. i want to curl up in a ball hugging this ask like a stuffed animal and stay like that forever

i might cry dad what the fuck /pos

i- legitimately, i am definitely going to come back to this ask at some point during a breakdown and just sob

all of these are such pretty suggestions, not to mention the descriptions which are actually making me melt; you've passed the squealing and happy stimming and uncontrollable smiling all the way to me being an actual. puddle.

[khaleesiofalicante]

"Love isn't soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close" -Stephen King.

Rafael is so dramatic and I love him jdvdjsjl

There is something so fucking soft and homelike and nostalgic about this scene🥺🥺

As always I love good sibling representation 😎

The way you can see how becoming the governor affected everyone even in the little things as t-shirts or tweets... Wow

Gen Z humor is top tier udhdkdbdj

The man is like wine. He keeps getting better with age. He aged like fine wine indeed😌🍷

It’s hard to feel nostalgic about something you never learned how to love. THIS HITS TOO FUCKING CLOSE!!!

They made it🥺 I'm so proud of how they always kept growing!!

Alec being practical as always. Although I would be kinda traumatized knowing my parents had sex in that room..poor Max...

I mean... They did put in good use Max's gift... They are a horny mess and honestly no one can blame them... Imagine having a husband THAT hot??? And no, idk of which one I'm talking about!!

No room will ever feel unfamiliar or alien to Magnus when Alec is there with him. Every place they lived in was a home because Alec was there, in this essay I will-

“It’s yours,” Magnus whispers. “All of this is yours. Only yours.” I SCREAMED-

Second timeline was so fucking sad😭😭 The parallels of when Alec was at the lowest he just wanted his mom🥺 And him repeating that he can't live without Magnus but not realizing the way he can lose him completely if he doesn't let him go... This just breaks me😭

Brooklyn got lost somewhere in Albany. I NEED A MINUTE. OMG

Janie>>>>>>

“Your marriage is not broken,” she tells him again. “It’s just hurt. It is hurt very badly. You have to let it heal. Otherwise, it is going to fester.” I love Maryse and the things about marriage and doing what he needs to survive. The power of that woman istg

Magnus losing either way, he needed healing so bad...

THE FUCKING LETTER!! I LITERALLY CRIED. I had to stop reading it a couple of times because it was just too much. I'm in awe with your writing!! Some of my favorite bits:

This isn’t me running. This is me stopping.

Because I’m tired, my love.

Because it hurts so much.

///

I love you.

But just as everything else right now, loving you hurts.

I love you.

But I’m so, so sorry that it wasn’t enough for me to hold on.

///

It was supposed to be everlasting, wasn’t it?

///

Love me until it becomes unfair.

Love me until it becomes impossible.

Love me until you cannot.

That last one. Istg I've repeated that in my head for the last couple of days. It was just so beautiful and raw...

All their family sessions heal my soul on a personal level... And they are also funny af😂

I need to know Rafael's decision👀 but I support him 100% tho!!

Was this fucker really going on dates with his wedding ring and holding it while he was nervous? He is sometimes an idiot.. but we love him anyways

Love me reading some of Alec's hoe thoughts jdhsidjs

I mean... It's only fair or Magnus to be the one that comes back

Magnus making him eat the muffin😂 he can be a little shit when he wants to huh?

He better end up in heaven when he dies. Fair enough

But Max being the first son would actually give a lot of rwrb vibes!! I'm sure David would like that, wouldn't he??😏 My priorities aren't straight, what can I say?

Honest talk I'm so proud of Alec just for the fact that Jai considered him as a candidate!! But also, damn!! Rafael?? You got it boy!!

AHH NOT THE NECKLACE!!!😭 AND MINERVA!!! THEM>>>>

She walks away and Alec rolls his eyes. “No wonder they like each other. Maybe they were roommates in hell.

///

“It’s sweet that you think that,” Shinyun smiles at him. “But you run a state and I run an empire. We’re not the same.”

If I ever get to have the sass they have I will have done something good in my life :)

Goodbyes are fucking hard indeed😭 I love this family and this timeline and this scene and-

Rafael is onto something 👀 but yess please stop talking idhdjdbdkdk

Song rec: Missing you by Hunter Hayes

THE QUOTE BRO OMG.

This song was so tlnd.

ps - have i ever told you that you remind me of rafe?

[gravelghosts]

I loved the poetry you featured in “teaching poetry to fish” so much! Do you have a list of all of those poems anywhere, or any additional recommendations?

hi! okay so I *didn't* have a list of all those poems in one place but now I do!

I always feel like I should put in a disclaimer that I'm a science-major idiot barely pretending to know a goddamn thing about lit er a ture, so like. there are SO many people who know so much more about poetry than I do, and SO MANY MORE POETS. these are just a bunch of things I happened to read and liked.

anyway because I'm ridiculous, in addition to just giving you a list I'm gonna also ramble about some of the poets a bit and tell you if I have any favorites of theirs that aren't in here. and I'm gonna break it down by ~era. and it’s all going under a cut ‘cause it’s gonna be long.

ANCIENT SHIT

horace: carmina 1.3, carmina 3.2. horace was a roman dude who wrote in latin and once upon a time I learned latin and tried translating some of his poetry. I can't really tell you much else about him. I forgot it all. but as far as latin poets I also really like catullus.

liu zongyuan: dwelling by a stream, river snow. I really just found these poems from googling and don't know much about their author, but he seems awesome. I believe he was writing during the tang dynasty? if you google his stuff or tang dynasty poets you should find some online sources with loads more chinese poetry from that era and it's pretty great.

PRE-19TH CENTURY EUROPEAN DUDES BEING DRAMATIC ABOUT RELIGION

there are so many people who can say so much smarter shit about this section than me. I learned enough to go grabbing what I wanted.

dante alighieri: inferno

john donne: the bait, a hymn to god the father

john milton: paradise lost

NINETEENTH CENTURY AMERICAN POETS

ok so I know a lot more american poets than I know other poets. just in general. I feel like the two giants of the nineteenth century are dickinson and whitman, and they're super different, and you can probably tell which one is more my style, but like, whitman's good too!

walt whitman: song of myself (I don't think I actually quoted this one but I echoed something from it in the text and now I can't remember for the life of me what)

emily dickinson! I love the shit out of emily dickinson. her poems aren't really titled, so this is just all the first lines: my life had stood a loaded gun, this world is not conclusion, how the old mountains drip with sunset, the brain is wider than the sky, a narrow fellow in the grass, I felt a funeral in my brain, to pile like thunder to its close, much madness is divinest sense, after great pain a formal feeling comes, bring me the sunset in a cup, the poets light but lamps, tell all the truth but tell it slant, split the lark and you'll find the music.

EARLY TWENTIETH CENTURY

okay so I feel like 1900 to 1930 or something was a RICH time for poets. there's a lot going on here. the world is changing and ww1 in particular makes everyone feel that way, especially in europe; you get a lot of poets processing that. you also get poets like robert frost over in america writing this kind of intentionally old-fashioned subject matter but with more modernism in it than you'd think. we're gonna do the europeans first:

wilfred owen: dulce et decorum est

william butler yeats: the second coming, sailing to byzantium

t.s. eliot: the love song of alfred j. prufrock

a.e. housman. this dude was a very sad gay man and classical scholar. I think he did a lot of latin translations but not of authors I'm too familiar with. he's the subject of a brilliant tom stoppard play, "the invention of love." housman poems I used were: vii. he would not stay for me, and who can wonder; xxx. shake hands, we shall never be friends; xxvi. the half-moon westers low, my love. and for americans:

carl sandburg: skyscraper. more processing of modernity! but this time in terms of its architecture, specifically in the midwestern context (chicago). I really think cas would like this poem.

robert frost: birches. I really liked and wanted to use "for once, then, something," which is about looking down wells and trying to see secrets, but I couldn't find a spot. it feels like an incredibly cas poem to me as well. I also nearly used "a dream pang" and "after apple-picking." in fact, am I sure I didn't use "after apple-picking"? oh dear. it's in the Vibes anyway.

HARLEM RENAISSANCE

langston hughes: poem, the dream keeper. there's a lot more harlem renaissance poets than I included here that I haven't really dug into yet. but I've read some claude mckay that I liked. I also love the langston hughes poem "the negro speaks of rivers," and while its language vibes very much with poetryfic, it didn't feel appropriate to take out of context in that way.

MORE AMERICANS, SO MANY AMERICANS

marianne moore: the fish. I like marianne moore fine in general, I'm not head over heels for her, but she was a big mentor of elizabeth bishop, and she wrote a poem called the fish, so. I also like her poem about ostriches.

allen ginsberg: howl, kaddish, song.

sylvia plath: blackberrying

elizabeth bishop: the fish, insomnia, seascape, one art. elizabeth bishop is a big rec for me - you can get all her collected poems in one reasonably sized book, she didn't write all that much over the course of her life, and her use of language to evoke places and moods absolutely floors me.

robert hass: meditation at lagunitas

HELLO LET'S GO TO SWEDEN

okay so listen. the one non-science class (the only one!) I took in college was on scandinavian literature. so I know a couple swedish poets. that's it. but I LOVE THEM.

tomas tranströmer. my favorite book of translations is bright scythe, translated by patty crane. I recommend ALL of it without reservation but what I included was: baltics, romanesque arches, kyrie, winter's formulas, face to face, allegro, the nightingale in badelunda, secrets on the way. I didn't wind up using "firescribbling" but put that on your tranströmer list too.

edith södergran: hell, dangerous dreams, vierge moderne. I don't know as much about her as I do about tranströmer but I love her stuff! and there are some that felt EXTREMELY deancas-relevant but that I didn't have a chance to include: triumph of existing & the instrument's lament. all the poems I have of hers are in a collection entitled love & solitude. honestly, go read those last two, like, now. if you can't find them come back here and tell me and I'll transcribe them. you need them. that's all.

SEAMUS HEANEY GETS HIS OWN SECTION

look so I only used a single seamus heaney poem in this whole damn thing but who cares? he's a legend. and I love all of his stuff. the vast majority is SO specific and evocative of rural ireland that it wasn't very transferable to the context of poetryfic. I used "valediction."

NATALIE DIAZ GETS HER OWN SECTION

I also only used one natalie diaz poem because I didn't really know her yet. but she's the BEST. she's my FAVORITE. I used "these hands, if not gods." her whole new poetry collection postcolonial love poem absolutely knocks me out, and her first one is great too. if you want another poem that you can find on the internet try "if I should come upon your house lonely in the west texas desert."

I DON'T KNOW I FOUND THEM ON TUMBLR

uh. these are some poets I don't know anything about. I just saw them on tumblr. and was like yes that's the stuff.

hannah faith notess: yoshi (a pastoral)

jane mead: I have been living

craig morgan teicher: another day

PEOPLE I'M MAD I DIDN'T LEARN ABOUT IN TIME FOR POETRYFIC

joy harjo, especially "invisible fish" (I mean come on) (I did write an extra fic just to use that one though)

anna akhmatova. incredible russian poet. I’m really just getting to know her now.

ada limón. I think I did actually know some of her stuff (especially "what it looks like to us and the words we use," which I could have used if the opportunity arose, it just didn't) but I am looking forward to diving deeper.

BONUS SECTION FOR MARY OLIVER

I mean she's mary oliver. if someone wants to be snide about her popularity, don't listen to them, she's brilliant. I feel like I didn't really dive into her body of work for poetryfic because I probably would have found so much relevant that I'd get myself all turned around by it, but the one I came closest to using is "don't hesitate."

I hope that this is something like what you were hoping for! I had fun rambling, anyway. :D

[xhanisai]

Asexual ask anon and honestly I'm not sure why I asked that thing..... I'd like to read some thing about it tho

Lel have no worries~ Here’s a little drabble!

~(x)~

For the umpteenth time, Ladybug wrinkled her nose as she observed the rich view from the top of the eiffel tower- more like glared. She was so deep into her thoughts that she didn’t even acknowledge her partner’s presence when he dropped by, performing a new aerobatic trick that went unseen much to his dismay.

It took him three weeks to perfect that move...

“Don’t mind me. Just a lonely cat stalking by...” Chat Noir teased out loud, snapping the heroine out of her daze. His smirk grew as she fumbled with her words and hands before settling on an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, Chaton.” She took his outstretched hand and allowed the boy to lift her up to her feet till they were both standing side by side. 

“No big deal, I’ll just have to find another purrrfect meowment before showing you the cool trick I did. Maybe the next akuma attack?” Ladybug couldn’t help but slap his shoulder playfully as he waggled his eyebrows, trying her best to not giggle.

He so knew she was laughing internally anyways, feeding his already larger than life ego.

“Go on, I dare you, and then you better run afterwards because I will throttle you with that belt tail of yours.” She retorted back with jest.

“Meowch! How kinky~” 

His response didn’t receive the usual snort or groan. Much to the feline hero’s surprise, a deeper grimace was written on his partner’s face. 

“Ladybug? Is something wrong? Did I go too far-”

“Ah! No, no. It’s not you at all Chat.” 

Noir only raised a brow at her flustered response.

“You better not hit me with the ‘Oh no, it’s not you, it’s me!’ crap.” He gestured dramatically, pretending to swoon on the spot and proceeding to fan himself. That got Ladybug giggling this time and the lovesick boy inside of him pumped his fist up with joy.

“But it is! Really,” 

“Care to elaborate?”

“I don’t know...I don’t want to seem weird...”

“Well, you’d have to be weird enough to tolerate me for a start.”

“Chat Noir! I’m trying to be serious here!” Ladybug laughed again, leaning against his shoulder this time. 

The duo chuckled and joked back and forth a few more times before sitting down on one of the tower’s many beams.

“Okay, now we got that out of our system, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His attempt at poking her forehead ended with a swat on his hand. “Hey- rude! Hmmph. What got you thinking so hard that you ended up missing my fabulous entry~?”

Silence showed its face in the atmosphere afresh but only for a moment. Ladybug fiddled with her fingers, exhaling, only to find her fidgeting hands grasped by a larger pair in a soothing grip. 

She felt the tension escape her shoulders as his thumb rubbed circles on her hands and his non-judging smile never left his lips.

“I...What do you think about...sex?” 

Comically, Chat Noir’s face flushed redder than a tomato at sonic speed and his faux ears and tail struck up like a scaredy cat. If he had fur, it would have bristled up too. His Lady almost laughed. Almost.

“Wha- Ah- ERM...WHAT!?” Sweat started to accumulate on his forehead and the boy couldn’t do anything but turn his face to the side with an awkward laugh, ripping one of his hands away from hers to itch his nose nervously.

“Keep your fur on, Chat. It’s just a simple question.” Ladybug rolled her eyes fondly, squashing down a giggle at his protesting squacks. 

“My Lady! Stop teasing me...” His pout prompted her to finally laugh out loud, hand now covering his embarassed face. “And...regarding your...question?” Her laugh died down.

Ladybug cleared her throat and nodded, beckoning the boy to carry on along with a supportive squeeze on his hand.

“I won’t lie- I am a typical teen under the mask. I...ehem...I do find the idea appealing and...would like to try it one day with someone I love and cherish,” Ladybug gulped at his soft answer, her eyes able to glimpse the hidden words behind his eyes.

‘With you...’

She peered down with a grimace, tightening her hold on his hand. The way she darkened didn’t go unnoticed to the boy clad in black.

“I-I-Is that so? You don’t find it...strange?” Her voice wavered towards the end of the sentence that Chat couldn’t help but lay a supportive hand on her shoulder.

“My Lady, what do you think about it?” He felt the way her muscles tensed under his hold and the way her eyes darted around anywhere but at him.

“Well, just like you, I’m curious too.”

The silence that followed afterwards bordered on tense and awkward before the taller of the two decided to break it.

“The truth, please. I’m your partner, you can trust me with anything. Unless you pour in milk before the cereal, I won’t judge you for anything- cat’s honour,” The scoff he got from her warmed up the atmosphere once more, much to their delight.

With another deep sigh, Ladybug proceeded.

“Ever since...from the beginning...I’ve never really found it appealing? To me, it’s just...baby-making!” Her last word caused Chat to bark out laughing, nodding his head to her in agreement.

“Oh my God you’re absolutely right! Keep going!” He received a few more slaps on the shoulder from Ladybug till the mock scowl was wiped off her face.

“As I was saying, before somebody rudely laughed-” Another playful slap. “It’s just nothing special to me. My friends would always talk about boobs, butts, chests, and so on but I just never cared? Also, the idea of other people’s genitals coming anywhere near me just grosses me out. What if they don’t clean up properly after leaving the bathroom? What if they have STDs?” 

It took everything for Chat to stifle down his laughter as he nodded along, finding himself agreeing with her moreso. 

“You’re absolutely right, sex is gross. Everything about it is gross, we’re all gross. But I find myself liking it despite all that,” Chat added as Ladybug pinched his nose. 

“Like the true alley cat you are,” She let go, smiling brighter than she has been for days when the dilemma struck her. “I don’t judge anyone for liking it. I’ve heard about how good it supposedly feels and that it’s the epitome of love itself...but I feel like I’d be judged for not being interested in it. That I’ll be seen as that one weird girl with no sex drive and squander any hopes I had for dating.” 

Ah, so that’s the problem.

Time to solve it~

With a loving gaze, Chat kissed the back of her hand sweetly, catching the swift blush that met his Lady’s cheeks before she turned her head away to avoid looking at him. 

“Say Bugaboo, how would you describe love?” This time, it was her turn for her face to flare up like his did a while ago, sneaking her hand away from his smiling lips and hugging her knees to herself.

“W-Why would you ask something like that?”

“Just answer the question, Little Bug~” 

“Ugh! Fine,” Slapping her cheeks lightly- Which Noir found utterly adorable- Ladybug faced him. “Love, to me, is warm, makes your heart race, makes you do the most stupidest things, risk everything and make your insides go to mush.” 

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. You disagree?”

“Nope, as a matter of fact, I agree. However, I personally find love quite freeing, like a fire set ablaze in my heart-”

“Pfft what are? A poet-”

“-LIKE, electricity running through my veins, like home...” The way his eyes glistened tenderly made Ladybug’s heart skip a beat or two, much to her dismay.

“O-oh. Okay. So what was the point of that?”

“The point is, love is subjective. Like art.” His answer started to make sense to her. “Some people would find lovemaking as the peak of love. But, others may find that simply watching the way the sun brings out the eyes of their lover’s as the peak instead. I won’t sugarcoat it, there will always be judgemental people out there in the world but as long as you don’t let it get to you, everything should be fine. I definitely don’t judge you.”

A beautiful smile took place on Ladybug’s lips and her eyes shimmered with happiness. The acceptance and sweet words did well to alleviate her early concerns.

“So you don’t think I have to have experience before making a decision about whether or not I like sex?” 

“I don’t have experience and I supposedly like it.” Chat winked. “It’s a matter of bumping uglies- I think you’re rather sane for staying away from that.” The duo dissolved into giggles. 

“You flatter me, pfft!” 

“Ooh and also! I have a few older friends in my civilian life who are experienced. They all told me that apparently, sex isn’t all that,” The cat boy let his thoughts drift back to Luka and his friends from the nearby Lycee. “It’s over romanticised, short and pretty awkward as hell. Some even regret rushing into it and I think one of them described it as ‘false advertising’.”

“Really? Wow...I never realised that I’m not alone as I thought...” 

“Duh? You can’t get rid of me even if you resort to murder.” Chat flopped on her lap like his namesakes, face now peering up at hers and his cheeky smile only broadened when Ladybug sighed in mock defeat, digging her fingers through his soft tendrils. 

“Plus, you gotta speak up more instead of moping in the corner. You can’t know for sure if you’re alone if you don’t tell anyone how you’re feeling.” This time, they both exchanged a true, soft smile. 

“Thank you, Chaton. You really do know how to make my day,” Ladybug dipped down to kiss his forehead, mouth quirking up into a smile as she felt him jolt before pulling away. 

“I-I-It’s just the truth...” Chat stammered, a lovesick smile draped on his face. “You’re valid and amazing and beautiful, just t-t-the way you are...don’t ever change for the sake of others,” 

“And same for you,”

~(x)~

I hope you enjoyed! I myself am not ace so I hope I’ve managed to write down the community’s feelings correctly. I have a couple of friends who are though and their reasonings behind it revolved around what I’ve written? Regardless, have a nice day!

[fyeahcamcountry]

Cam: The Otherside - track by track

(Apple Music)

'...“I was a total idealist,” Cam tells Apple Music. The Nashville country singer, who’s also one of the city’s most sought-after songwriters, says the five years she spent writing her sophomore album were some of the hardest of her life. “I had this Disney idea of how the world worked, and at some point that just...broke.” Tracing a string of major life changes—breaking up with her old label, inking a new contract, marrying her husband, and welcoming her first child—The Otherside reflects a dramatic shift in thinking, or her journey through disillusionment into clear-eyed realism. That evolution unlocked a new side to her sound. “My songs have always pulled from my psychology background, but I had this filter on and didn’t even know it,” she says. “Once I took that off, I could be so much more honest. I could see the world, and myself, for exactly what they were.” Read on as Cam tells us the inside story behind each song.

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Redwood Tree

“I grew up in the Bay Area with a redwood tree in my backyard, and I did a lot of thinking up there. I wasn’t raised in a specific religion, but the most magical, awe-inspiring experience I can think of is being in the redwoods, feeling so small. It’s like a cathedral in that it reminds you of your place in everything. Fallen redwoods have rings that represent the thousands of years that they lived, and you’re like, ‘Oh, we’re just flies buzzing around.’ We wake up one day shocked to realize our parents are suddenly old. Like, when did my dad's beard get so white? I had watched the movie Arrival around the time we wrote this song, and I loved the idea of time not being linear. The soundtrack has these voices that go ‘Da, da, da, da,’ and we nod to that in the production. I hope time isn't linear. I hope I get more time with my parents.”

The Otherside

“Tim, or Avicii, came to Nashville a few years ago to write for one of his albums, and we were in the studio with Hillary Lindsey and Tyler Johnson. He started playing this piano melody over and over and over again, and I don't smoke cigarettes but when Hillary took a cigarette break, I was like, ‘I'm going, too.’ It was just so intense. He was really stuck on this thing. While we're out on the back porch, she and I came up with an idea for the chorus, and he loved it. But he fiddled with it for hours. He was thinking about cadence, about how we speak, about code-mapping it onto a melody, and about the actual phonetics. Tim never wound up releasing that song, so I was like, ‘Ooh, maybe that means I can.’ Even though it’s such a heavy thing not having him around for the final edits, I did feel this great responsibility to work my ass off to get it right. Because I knew that’s what he would have done.”

Classic

“On the other side of the spectrum, this is one of those songs that just magically fell into place. I went up to New York for a few sessions with Jack Antonoff at Electric Lady Studios, and it was so fun. Creatives tend to beat themselves up a lot, but Jack and I sat there jangling around on this 12-string guitar and writing a song that had this nostalgic Simon & Garfunkel ‘Cecilia’ vibe. It’s about how there are people in your life that outlast everything else—technology, fashion trends, swings in politics, whatever. Nothing's a constant in life, but a few people are. It was inspired by this moment when my husband and I were in Argentina and he found a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes. He doesn't smoke anymore, but he goes, ‘I’ve got to smoke these because they don't make ‘em like this anymore.’ And then he looks at me and goes, ‘That's a country lyric.’”

Forgetting You

“I was writing with Lori McKenna, Tyler Johnson, and Mitch Rowland, and we’re all pals from working on various projects together. Still, I always get nervous when I go write with Lori, even though she's so humble and chill, because I’m like, ‘Don't embarrass yourself in front of the poet of our generation!’ Which is to say, I knew I needed to bring in something cool. I had this line, ‘I'm getting older/But you never change.’ The song is about holding on to the concept of someone from the past, and measuring everyone up to them even though it’s no longer real. That's why you keep moving forward but they never seem to age.”

Like a Movie

“Before we were married and had a kid, I’d come home from tour and my husband and I would have this tiny bit of quality time together. And the truth is, we’d usually get high and go to Walmart. One day, we were unloading all our groceries and I was like, ‘How did you know it was me? How did you know not to settle for someone earlier or wait for someone else?’ And he just smiled and said, ‘Because when I met you, it was like a movie.’ Now, I can remember when we met. I was a mess. It did not look like a movie. But it was so, so sweet. I wrote with the love junkies—Lori McKenna, Liz Rose, and Hillary Lindsey—and the strings are David Campbell, who’s actually Beck’s dad. Jeff Bhasker wanted a ’50s movie soundtrack vibe with strings that swelled like an orchestra, and David immediately got it. Apple Music did a teaser video for the album, and if you watch it, there should be video footage from that string session.”

Changes

“I usually write all my own music, but this is the first of a couple songs on this album that I didn’t. I guess I feel like it's cheating. I'm supposed to be digging all this personal stuff up and figuring myself out, so taking someone else’s song feels like a shortcut. But I trust Harry [Styles]’s writing. I feel like he tries so hard to be himself in his music, and he doesn't take it lightly. That pursuit resonates with me. The demo had Lori McKenna singing with Harry on background vocals and his whistle, which is still in the track. It was amazing to hear a song that someone else wrote that clicked so much with me personally. It’s about feeling like you’ve outgrown where you're from, and you don't really want to admit that. It’s kind of an uncomfortable thing to say, but I love when things are uncomfortable. That means it’s important.”

Till There's Nothing Left

“This song has steamy sexual energy... Like, ‘I'm giving you my whole heart but also my body and a quickie in the back seat.’ While we were recording my vocals, I was trying to sit back and make it cool and sexy, and I realized I was blushing. I was blushing because society tells us that sexuality is a private thing. If you want to be respected as a woman, if you want to be considered intelligent, you can’t be sexual. But then I was reminded of my grandmother who was raised Baptist on a farm in Saskatchewan. She's the one who gave me the sex talk, unbeknownst to my mother. She said, ‘Sex is like a milkshake. Once you have it, you're always going to want it.’ She was comfortable with her sexuality without it being the main thing about her. So I thought, ‘If a woman born in the 1930s on a farm in Canada can own it, I can own it.”

What Goodbye Means

“A friend of mine was going through a divorce. It was pretty ugly, but he was being so kind. I asked him, ‘How are you being so nice right now? I don't get it.’ And he said, ‘Because she might change her mind.’ I still get goosebumps thinking about it. We've all been there, not quite ready to accept the reality of something, and that's okay. You've got to take it at the rate you can take it. This song has such a classic melody. It’s warm. For some reason it feels like a summer evening in New Mexico to me.”

Diane

“This song is a response to Dolly Parton’s ‘Jolene,’ and man, it really seems to resonate with people. Crowds sing it back to me in this emotional, over-the-top, theatrical way. I suppose most people have had infidelity affect their life one way or another, but it’s hard to watch people you care about go through it. There's so much shame around it that you don't get to talk about what you need or how to heal. And you almost never get to hear the other party’s side. So ‘Diane’ is my moment to role-play, I guess. I'm the other woman and I slept with your husband and I didn't know he was married, but you’ve got to know the truth. Parton's lyrics to the other woman include the word ‘please,’ and that just killed me. She's so humble and human, asking someone to please not take the love of her life away. Immediately, I was like, ‘That's the narrative. That's what is so often left unsaid.’”

Happier for You

“This is the other song that I didn't write, and it’s from Sam Smith and Tyler [Johnson]. Sam and I have a great relationship because I helped write the song ‘Palace’ for their album and then they brought me out on tour. We have a lot of trust. When Lindsay [Marias, Cam’s manager] and I first heard this demo and Sam came in singing, our jaws dropped. The emotion was so raw and honest and real. I love the juxtaposition of saying something very loud and publicly—to the point where it almost feels proud—but actually it’s something that makes you want to curl up in a ball.”

Girl Like Me

“This is the author's note at the end of the book. Natalie Hemby had come over and started playing a verse on the piano, and I was like, ‘Oh god, that is so sad.’ And she's like, ‘It's your story. This is your comeback story.’ It’s funny how sometimes you can’t recognize your own self. Writing this song was uncomfortable but in the best way, trying to pull lyrics out in the chorus (‘They’re going to give up on you/You're going to give up on them’). You can’t just become jaded. You have to push through. It’s a gift to be able to see life for what it is, and to see yourself for who you are. I think anyone who has been through that phase of disillusionment will think, ‘Oh, yeah, tough. But this side is better.’”

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: you're such a twat Janis: 👊🖕😡 Jimmy: bit rude Janis: what's rude is I'm stuck in biology Jimmy: tell 'em there's nowt they can teach you Jimmy: I've already done it, like Janis: gross Janis: but detention would probably beat this Janis: none of the skeleton army would be in there, at least, even if it's one of the less annoying ones Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: not like getting sent out is any sort of challenge Jimmy: or owt you need me for Jimmy: but I'm here without my muse 💔🎻💔 Janis: school trips are forced fun Janis: but I ain't feeling sorry for you Jimmy: come on Jimmy: gimme a bit Janis: get me something from the gift shop and I'll consider it Janis: #peakromance that Jimmy: duh Jimmy: saved my tips for days Janis: 😍😍😍 Janis: buzzin', love keyrings, me Jimmy: funny that 'cause I've never seen you use a key to get in anywhere Janis: exactly, like serial killer trophies for all the houses I've violated Janis: 😈 Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: Seriously though Janis: how wank is it Jimmy: what's the scale? Janis: Hmm, good question, boy Janis: assuming we're talking about quality, let's say best case is that weird thing you did that one time that felt so good you're scared to do it again and become a fulltimedeviantTM and worst case is like finishing in a sock you'd already ruined earlier and forgot about Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: real poet you are Jimmy: gonna steal them words for my tripadvisor review in a bit tah Jimmy: it don't matter I still want you to show your face down here for me Jimmy: 🏃 girl 🏃 Janis: always the way Janis: should be making my own art but full time occupation 'inspiring' you Janis: that said, I don't think your teach is so concerned about your art suffering she'll forget I ain't in her class, like Jimmy: you are art baby Jimmy: can't call it a gallery if you ain't hanging around Jimmy: lots of other knobheads are though, get lost in a crowd and find me, barely a challenge Janis: 🙄 you are ridiculous Janis: but I get it, gotta have me on the wall asap Janis: I am really fucking bored Jimmy: direct quote me when you tweet later 💕 Jimmy: the 1 correction being against the wall Janis: performance art Janis: how bold of you 😏 Jimmy: can't let you stay bored Jimmy: ain't #goals Janis: true Janis: move fast in this place Janis: go away for one day and your 👑 is taken like that Jimmy: good thing you're such an athlete then, babe Janis: say I'm thinking about it Janis: I reckon you'd owe me Janis: more than a keyring, like Jimmy: alright Janis: you must really miss me Jimmy: shut up, I said alright Jimmy: are you thinking about what you want or just how you're getting here? Janis: maybe I wanted you to say you miss me sooooooo much and you've really shit the bed there, mate Jimmy: do you? Janis: you're alright Janis: I'm just getting chucked out Jimmy: 🏆💪 Janis: just saying, if I SOS you now, you've got no out 'cos I'm saving you, yeah Jimmy: weren't gonna say fuck off to an SOS anyway, IOU or nah, was I? Jimmy: not very romantic that Janis: 💕 Janis: always nice to use a bit of coercion and control though, however necessary Janis: keeps it fresh, babe Jimmy: 💌 got it in writing there Jimmy: you're saving me, I'll save you right back Janis: so quotable today, you Janis: you're meant to be all visual Janis: 📷=1000 you know Jimmy: keeping it fresh like you said Jimmy: besides Jimmy: [sends her a pic of a half done done drawing of her he's working on instead of what he's meant to be doing] Jimmy: 🎨 = 1000 euros easy, mate Janis: damn Janis: I'm on my way Janis: you didn't have to be actually talented and cute about it Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: don't run too fast I've gotta finish and stick it up on a bit of blank wall first Janis: I won't Janis: even if I'll admit I have missed seeing your face about here, like Jimmy: it's the accent really Jimmy: I get it Jimmy: paddy lingo gets a bit samey when it's not !!!!!!!!!!!! Janis: yeah, your dulcet tones really do it for me Janis: what can I say? nice not having to pretend I can understand what you're chatting Jimmy: I know but tah for putting it on record Janis: you ain't allowed to put that in any sort of review, soz Jimmy: I won't, you can do better Janis: I'd say thanks for the faith but we all know you're just being cocky Jimmy: don't sound like me that Janis: no? Janis: sorry, who am I speaking to again Jimmy: 👻 lad Jimmy: cause of 💀 that brutal bit of #bants Janis: oh right, casper well can you get someone in here who is a bit cocky Janis: no offense but you're too nice for me, like Jimmy: 💔💔 Janis: see what I mean Jimmy: so demanding you Janis: yeah and what Jimmy: not part of the deal, were it? Janis: what wasn't? Jimmy: owt #ungoals Janis: do YOU know who you're talking to rn Jimmy: hang on, I'll get it Jimmy: starts with a J? Janis: 🖕 Janis: dickhead 😏 Jimmy: I do miss you Jimmy: no need to get a big head or make it weird but just Janis: I know Jimmy: do you know now's when you say it back Janis: I said it earlier! Janis: weren't you listening Jimmy: and what you're live tweeting? that character limit'll fuck you every time, gutted Janis: just saying Janis: we're even Janis: but I'll say it again if you want me to win, like Jimmy: how's that work? if you say it again I win Jimmy: it's me that wants to hear it Janis: rude that you want me to lose then Janis: but it don't feel like losing to me so Janis: I missed you Janis: more than I should, I reckon Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt Jimmy: nowt personal Jimmy: and I reckon you miss me the decent amount considering, like Janis: it's cool, I get to be #1 best gf ever and you can read about the shit job you're doing in my subtweets, like Janis: and what was that about not getting a big head? 🤔 Jimmy: do as I say not as I do, girl Jimmy: the northern approach to dating there for yous Janis: how's that worked for you so far Janis: #toosoon? Jimmy: 💔💀💀💔 Jimmy: #savage Janis: just sayin' Janis: don't reckon you should be going to your da for that advice Jimmy: too soon for me to be lining up the next girls who might fall for the looking at 'em instead of the paintings bollocks? Janis: 'course not Janis: got your pick of the art hoes, they'll lap it up Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I'll crack on then Janis: I'll go home then Jimmy: I'll meet you there in a bit then Janis: 😑 Jimmy: it's alright save your enthusiasm for the IRL Janis: you're so annoying Jimmy: 💕 Janis: do you want me there or what 'cos I'm out Jimmy: do you wanna be here or what? Janis: obviously Janis: sounds like a blast Jimmy: so come on Janis: don't be a twat Jimmy: join the fun Janis: awh, you think I'm not always a twat Janis: how sweet Jimmy: you might have a couple of decent mins per day Janis: 💕 Jimmy: [snap] Janis: was about to say can't say the same for you but at least you're funny Janis: 😂 Jimmy: 😘 Janis: soz to break up your suck sesh but already on the bus so Jimmy: she'll be done soon Jimmy: no energy Janis: draining yours boy Jimmy: if she ends up swallowing my soul have a word with your god for me Jimmy: weren't my fault Jimmy: 🤞 she'll spit Janis: that's exactly the kinda sentiment that's keeping you out of heaven Janis: I ain't ruining my chances, soz Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Jimmy: have to keep badgering you for that 💀 death pact, eh, Juliet Jimmy: doing yourself in still a sin, yeah? Janis: last I checked Janis: he's not doing edits still, like Janis: 'less you wanna join one of those weird ones Jimmy: 👌👍 Jimmy: #datenight is still on 🔥💕 Janis: 😂 Janis: got a whole list to get through Jimmy: [sends her a pic of that drawing of her finished and stuck to the wall cos he's a nerd] Jimmy: just wiped my to do one til you get here Janis: Impressed Janis: but only a few minutes away so don't pat yourself on the back too hard yet Jimmy: 😏 Jimmy: why would I when I've got you to do it for me Janis: not what I had in mind but alright Jimmy: gotta keep that one track mind of yours on a heavenly track, babe Jimmy: not gonna be your ruin unless you ask for it Janis: but I don't wanna talk Janis: or pray Jimmy: if you look like you're praying that might get the job done Jimmy: try it Janis: boy Jimmy: What? Janis: I'm trying to focus here Jimmy: if you ain't up for the challenge Janis: shut up Janis: 'course I am Jimmy: don't sound like it Janis: you want me to do it now Janis: I was waiting 'til I got there but alright Jimmy: alright, shut up Janis: not really feeling the randoms on this bus but you know Jimmy: hang on, I'll get the orchestra Janis: got a few stops for someone hot to get on Janis: don't cry for me yet Jimmy: but I'm so close to tears Janis: I'll get you there baby Janis: 💕💔 Jimmy: #ultimategoals Janis: you know it Janis: so 🍀 you Jimmy: [tweets something extra about how lucky he is lol] Jimmy: now they know it an' all Jimmy: so welcome you Janis: 😏 Janis: so whipped too but can keep that between us Jimmy: 👍 Janis: right, coming in, where are you lot so I can avoid Jimmy: I'll do a slow mo run to the entrance Jimmy: 1 sec Janis: if anyone asks, I don't know you Jimmy: kissing strangers is fun, don't blame you Janis: try not to let on that you're that bored already Jimmy: 🤐 Jimmy: can stay between me and you Janis: can't let the fans down, like Jimmy: [appears and kisses her really dramatically only for the fans tho obvs] Janis: [sure guys lmao] Jimmy: [take your excuse to be really extra boy cos the fans are gonna love this can't deny it] Janis: ['hey, stranger'] Jimmy: [😏 and more kisses because always] Janis: ['come on then' like lead the way so we aren't just in the entrance like hello] Jimmy: [casual hand holding moment obvs he leads her to pose with the drawing cos we can pretend that's for the fans but really he wants it off the wall cos don't think its that good, oh boy I feel you] Janis: [such a proud little nerd face] Jimmy: [lowkey can't look at it or the bae so good thing he's 📷] Janis: [looks at the pics and does a 👍 too] Jimmy: [take the pic down and run to another part of this gallery] Janis: [when you're doing your best serious art appreciation impression looking at all the paintings like 🤔] Jimmy: [just loling at her cos you're already having more fun in these few mins than you have the whole time you've been there so far] Janis: [shushing him dramatically, probably making more noise than his lol 'this is a museum, show some respect'] Jimmy: [giving her a look like make me and saying 'or what?' as standard] Janis: [you know those doublesided benches they always have in the middle, casually pushing him down on that for a lap makeout moment] Jimmy: [such a mood, not soz other visitors] Janis: just getting tuts from the random old people who loiter everywhere in the day lmao] Jimmy: [doing the most to annoy them even more when he hears the disapproval cos 100% that bitch] Janis: Same honestly Janis: like don't test 'em lmao Janis: [] Jimmy: [so well suited you two] Janis: ['can I keep it?' the pic, obvs] Jimmy: [takes it out of his pocket and puts it into hers] Janis: ['big head, like' but really you just like it 'cos he did it] Jimmy: [kisses her on the head 'you can pull it off'] Janis: ['nerd' but kisses him back and it's way more soft than before when she was going in] Jimmy: [we love a soft moment] Janis: ['it's so boring when you're not there...and shit' Jimmy: ['should've taken art' gestures around with an unimpressed face 'never boring that'] Janis: ['I can see' 😏 'well if I knew there was gonna be a hot new boy, OBVIOUSLY I'd have picked different'] Jimmy: ['I get it, even a know it all like you weren't gonna see me coming, that #special, like' but kissing her neck as he says it all cos we both know he thinks she's sooo special bye] Janis: ['Obviously, new boy' #intoit and moving his hands to around her waist] Jimmy: [pulling her closer to him 5ever as he carries on] Janis: ['Okay, okay, I really missed you'] Jimmy: [makes a happy sound because can't not] Janis: [kissing his ear so she can whisper not 'cos she gives a fuck about anyone else here, clearly, but 'cos vulnerable so gotta say it quiet if you're gonna, 'it was like before when I didn't know you, or when you weren't here and I hated it'] Jimmy: [probably can't pull her any closer but tries to and holds her really tightly because not going anywhere and just the softest kisses ever] Janis: [shaking her head like pull yourself together bitch and changing the pace] Jimmy: [going with it cos he gets it being vulnerable is shit and hard]] Jimmy: [I can just imagine some art hoe putting them on her stories like she don't even take art!] Janis: [she doesn't even go here, regardless being like 'come on' 'cos take me somewhere we can actually do this] Jimmy: [should we let them actually leave? cos better option than bathrooms and the point of her showing up has been made] Janis: [why not, live ur dreams kids] Jimmy: [getting in trouble together is their thing] Janis: [hell yeah it is, and being talk of the town #standard] Jimmy: [1000% several art hoes saw them going into the bathroom and we know it] Janis: [gossipy hoes, even if none of the actual squad take it, some of their lesser friends blates do for the fashun vibe] Jimmy: [get in the gift shop after and piss about and shade their art hoe aesthetic] Janis: [all the socials lmao] Jimmy: [he steals her a keyring cos not gonna spend money but she's gotta have one] Janis: [💕 tbh] Jimmy: [now go have some actual fun and alone time kids]