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[anitalianfrie]

Hi hi I’m relatively new to MotoGP so I don’t know if you maybe made a post about this before already but! What’s the accent variety like in the Italian lads? Bc I learnt Italian for a year and I loooveee love picking apart accents and silly lil language things but I’m just not used enough to spoken Italian to identify any variation from the standard. I’ve been told tho that Bez has a notable accent but do any of the others as well?🤔

accents ask accents ask stay calm! (sorry i am. very passionate about accents) also disclaimer: i am very much not an expert! i'm just having fun here

okay so, all the italian riders (that are important to me) come from one of these three places: Emilia-Romagna, more specifically Romagna, even more specifically near Rimini*; Lazio, more specifically from Rome; Piemonte, more specifically from around Turin.

*only exception is dovi who was born a leedle more in the inland. but only a leedle.

Here's a map where I have circled the zones of interest

(yes the circle around Turin is enormous it's because I'm not searching on google maps the minuscule ass place cele lived in)

You can hear the Romagnolo accent in Bez, Vale, Enea, Luca, Dovi, Mig, with various degree of intensity. Luca is probably the one with the less strong accent, but it's still very identifiable. There are of course still some differences in the way they speak (i noticed that for some reason Vale tends to open his e more than bez, sometimes making a ⟨ɛ⟩ sound rather than a ⟨e̞⟩ sound). Their accent is caractherized mainly by the way they say the s, the z and the c, that they tend to almost hiss. Here's an example of Bez saying his surname, and somebody from another region saying it. (first the person with the other accent, then bez)

In the audio you can also hear the e thing i was talking about: in Romagna they tend to close it more then they do in some other places in the north (for example the other guy is from Lombardia)

Between all of them, Bez's accent is probably the strongest. I once said that hearing him talk feels like being slapped in the face by a piadina, and I will repeat it.

Both Franco and Diggia are from Rome, but to be honest, Franky's accent is almost unperceptible. Really difficult to clock. Diggia has a stardard Rome accent, but not that strong. People from Rome have a very distinct accent (and also probably one of the easiest to do) characterized by the frequent use of dialectal terms. You can hear it for example in the c and g, that tend to be a bit more guttural, and the l tends to become a r. Also, due to the dialect thing, they tend to cut the verbs: for example fare becomes fa', andare becomes anda'.

For the Piemontese accent, we encounter a slight problem: I am also from Piemonte, and therefore it's harder for me to clock how strong the accent is. The main thing that you can hear about this accent is the o, that tends to become more of a ou. Prime example in this baby cele clip, when he says 'porte'. Adorable. Also, around Turin they tend to close the e (while we, from the secret location i'm blogging from, tend to open them). People from Piemonte also tend to say 'neh' a lot, but I don't have clips of Cele saying it because it's quite informal. I might try do to a deep dive later. And I can't say much more about this accent because as I said, I can't really hear it.

You might have noticed that pecco is nowhere to be found in the list up until now. That's because his accent INFURIATES me. He's from Piemonte but doesn't have the accent, and instead has a slight Romagnolo accent. Here's a clip from this year's Sanremo that made me cry in pain.

Another thing you might have noticed is that the guys from the northen regions (Emilia-Romagna and Piemonte) will frequently put an article in front of people's names, even if grammatically incorrect. Il Cele. Il Bez. Il Pecco. L'Enea. Il Vale. We just do that. You will not catch Diggia ever saying it, because people from the centre and south of italy just don't. do it.

I hope this was somewhat idk. interesting? useful? if you have some more questions do ask i love to talk about these things

[koinotame]

\o/

hi! it's me, nana / koinotame!

if you're wondering why i went inactive and then deleted, my mental health kind of (really) tanked... and i ended up deleting my blog in a fit.

it's getting better bit by bit though! and i've been wanting to get back into writing (and talking abt my unhinged/yan ideas i can't really talk to anyone else abt), so. here i am! for now, at least

as for my previously posted writing, there's some good news and some bad news: the bad news is that everything i wrote directly into tumblr (99% of snippets, a lot of ask answers, most exact content warnings, etc) is gone. the slightly less bad news is that iirc there were very very few posts of mine that weren't reblogged by anyone at all, so they're probably still out there? feel free to send them my way if you find any and i'll rb them. @/midnight-remembrance also has reblogged a couple of them! there's a couple snippets i have saved in some places, so i might repost those on my own as i find them, but there's very few of those. the good news is that anything longer (proper writing — oneshots, hcs, yan alphabet responses and so on, prompt responses, etc) is safely backed up where i originally wrote it! some of it is also on my ao3, which is the same username. feel free to send me asks about any you'd like to see again and i'll repost them! i might not post them if i feel too embarrassed about/wish i hadn't posted them, and i might rewrite/heavily edit some of them, but i think there's only a handful that fall into the former category and none of them were particularly popular. either way, no harm in asking!

as for some other updates: i'm a little divided on whether i want to keep posting explicit nsfw or not so we'll see. i might just keep it out of main tags. idk yet. regardless of what decision i make, this blog is still strictly 18+ and that will not be changing. since we can reply from sideblogs now, this is a sideblog and not my main now. why? sometimes i prefer to check up on a blog frequently instead of following them for a couple of reasons, but this felt very awkward when they were following me. so this being a sideblog relieves a bit of that stress. if this makes it sound like i have severe brain worms, it's because i do. to that effect though, if we interact every so often feel free to consider us mutuals regardless of whether or not i'm actually following you =w=b tbh i.............. am not really into genshin anymore. i might post about it here and there but i just Do Not (really) Care about it anymore. scara aside to some degree i also have no clue what's going on post inazuma lol whatever projects or commitments to writing or etc i had made beforehand. i forgot all of them so just pretend that never happened ok? ok i'll also probably be posting more sparsely, but we'll see! and (this is obviously the most important bit) i have no clue where i put the mika edit so we're back to my og classic pfp. the header scales terribly and is temporary, please ignore that too

all that aside, as a treat for anyone who sees this in time,

*roughly 6/22 done, but fairly quick to write. roughly one paragraph per character (sneak peek line: "it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.") **more realistic isn't quite the right word(s)... probably won't post this one to the main tags regardless. won't be doing all of the characters (only important/relevant ones) and won't be writing more about/expanding on, so this one is just like. a one off experiment sort of thing. overall less violent than most takes on the au + leans a bit (or lot, depending on how you look at it) more on the religious aspect of self aware aus. i wrote a couple paragraphs a while ago, then rewrote them, but i'll only finish/post them if there's interest for it (sneak peek line: "aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace.")

i have one other new thing immediately ready for posting that'll get posted in a couple of days but that one's pretty silly

[weirdkpopgirl]

Cute | Haechan Imagine #9

Title: Cute

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none really

Word Count: 668

Author's Note: I can clearly envision Haechan in a scenario like this. To be honest he's one of my favorite members from 7Dream to write for, and I'm glad to post more content of him on this blog. I'm sorry this imagine is kinda short and I personally don't think it's that great. But it was coming up with the idea was still fun. Hope you guys like it ^ ^

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“You fell for me because I was cute?!”

The incredulity in his tone prompted you to blink in confusion, putting a brief pause to the mindless play with Haechan’s fingers. You sat nestled at the edge of the couch, cozied up between his legs as your back was supported by his steadily rising chest.

Your head turned slightly to meet his equally bewildered gaze. The expression he wore resembled that of someone who had just been deeply offended. This wasn’t exactly the reaction you anticipated when answering how you came to develop feelings for your boyfriend.

“Is that a problem?” you asked him skeptically. The male scratched his head with a sheepish smile on his face.

“No, I’m just surprised,” he replied, extending his hand to gesture with his fingers.“So let me get this straight. You didn’t like me for being handsome, cool, smart, or even funny. Instead, it was because I was cute?”

A soft chuckle escaped you, now amused by how he was in such disbelief. You sat up a little to face him better, so you could explain. “Well if we’re talking about first impressions, I found you kind of annoying because you were loud and joked around a lot.”

“Hey—” he started to protest before you held your pointer finger up to signal you had more to say.

“But I think it was the day you came alone to the cafê I was working at,” you continued, trying to recall the memory. “And remember how you got a brain freeze because you drank the smoothie I made for you too quickly? I don’t know, I just thought you looked cute.”

The boy beside you then covered his face with his hands, muttering, “Okay now that’s just embarrassing.”

Out of all his noteworthy moments that could have sparked interest in him, it was the one where he looked like an idiot.

You suppressed a chuckle, and gently brought his hands into yours. “Wait, I’m not finished yet.”

His deep brown eyes met yours, brimming with a blend of innocence and sulkiness. Gosh, he was even more endearing when he wasn’t trying to be. A warm smile stretched across your lips.

“It took about three months into our relationship for me to figure out that I loved you,” you admitted softly, nervously playing with his fingers again. “I realized that we’re both kind of emotionally closed off to people around us. But neither of us is afraid to be vulnerable with each other.”

Haechan could see the sparkle in your eyes as you expressed your fondness for him, and suddenly his eyes also glistened with emotion. 

“What is this? You weren’t supposed to get so serious,” he chuckled nervously.

A faint blush appeared across your cheeks, as you wiped the first tear from his cheek. Honestly, your heartstrings were also being tugged as you reminisced the memory of falling in love with Haechan.

“It’s true though. I’m so blessed to have you in my life, Hyuck.”

The tenderness in your voice only heightened his emotions. Sighing, he leaned his head back on the couch, trying to stop the tears from flowing. “Baby, if you say one more sweet thing, I might just burst,” he joked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatics, the warmth continuing to fill the atmosphere. Gently, you brought his face to your level and planted a soft peck on his lips.

“Was that okay?” you asked playfully, already anticipating the teasing you were about to receive from him.

Unexpectedly, however, Haechan blinked at you for a few seconds as if he were in a daze. Then without further hesitation, he pulled you closer and crashed you into a longer, hungrier kiss that poured out all the love and emotion he felt in that moment. As you melted into each other’s embrace, you were once again reassured that the two of you were meant for each other.

Sigh. Haechan really was the cutest.

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[covetyou]

o, christmas tree

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pairing: Dieter Bravo & gn!reader rating: M (18+ only blog!) warnings: sex toys (so many butt plugs), Dieter being a menace to his PA, no smut, pure silliness. word count: 1.2k summary: As PA to Dieter Bravo, you were used to the strange, unusual and downright weird. What you weren't used to was taking in a shipment of - what? And how many?

A/N: I've had christmas trees/butt plugs on the brain since submitting prompts for secret santas, so I stole this one back (@missredherring I literally couldn't resist, sorry). I wrote most of this while walking my dog on Wednesday, mostly while she itched her ass on the pavement.

This is the last Dieter of me for this year, I sweeeear. Pinky promise.

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Being personal assistant to Dieter Bravo certainly had its moments. And this was one of them, as you sign for a delivery at his home of several large boxes that had clinked when the courier had brought them inside and placed them on the ground.

With a polite smile, the courier doesn't meet your eyes as hurries back out the door and into his truck, leaving you alone with the delivery slip wondering what the hell Dieter has purchased now. You cast your eyes down the paper, the company name entirely unfamiliar to you as you reach the boxes contents.

"Three hundred assorted... Dee!"

It has got to be a mistake, you think. He was unpredictable, but there was no reason for him to do something as ridiculous as this. You couldn't even imagine, didn't even want to begin to imagine, what he would do with three hundred -

Thunderous footsteps slam down the stairs, and Dieter is swinging around the last post to greet you. His hair is a mess, when isn't it, and his clothes are slung loosely around his body. You'd seen the tabloids and magazines before you started working for him, and how they often liked to call Dieter a chaotic and unprofessional, but you had to admire his dedication to loungewear and comfort chic. If you could get away with it you'd wear pyjamas all day too.

"What have I done now. You only shout like that when I've done something."

Thrusting the delivery slip into his hands you put your hands on your hips and wait, watching as his eyes quickly scan down the page and a wicked smile pulls across his face.

"Oh, amazing, they're here just in time."

"Dee, you cannot be serious." You found yourself asking him this question often, and yet he almost always was deadly, painfully serious. The look on his face tells you as much.

"Really? Three hundred assorted butt plugs? Assorted, Dee. What does that even mean."

He gives you a look that tells you you should, somehow, absolutely know what it means. When you don't respond, he sighs dramatically.

"Y'know, assorted sizes, colors, materials."

He's still not getting it, or maybe you're not getting it. You've got to be sick, you're having some fever dream inspired by the sex toys he liked to leave all around the place.

"But what are they for?"

"The party. Duh."

You told him a party would be a good idea to celebrate the end of a great year, and at first he'd reluctantly agreed. It had surprised you when his party planning picked up with gusto, and he refused your offers of help saying he had it all under control. You knew you should've been more suspicious. It was always a good idea to be more suspcisious where Dieter was concerned.

You rub your temples. Three hundred assorted butt plugs. For a Christmas party. You'd seen the guest list, some A-listers were invited, along with Dieter's co-stars from the last year and his usual crowd. Even so, it wasn't enough to warrant three hundred of anything - the guest list spanned 100 people at most.

The harsh rip of tape pulls you from your mental gymnastics, and you watch Dieter crack open the first box. The boxes had been heavy, and they'd rattled in way that, now you think about it, screamed assorted. Dieter pulls the first butt plug from the box, holding it to the light and letting the glass gleam.

"Dieter. What do you need butt plugs for, it's a Christmas party."

He shrugs his shoulders. "Decoration. Party favors. Whatever."

When you blink your eyes at him he rolls his at you.

"Figured they look like little Christmas trees, look." He places the plug on the flat of his hand and, you've got to give it to him, he's not wrong. The one he's currently holding is a deep red glass, so it's festive too, but from a glance to the box you can see just about every color thinkable. Assorted is making more and more sense.

He hands the plug to you so he can rummage through the box some more, and you hold it as if it's about to detonate in your hand. You know it's not used (yet), and by god if you hadn't held some questionable things of Dieter's in the past, but it's too early to be dealing with any of this. You just want a coffee and a sit down, and maybe some tylenol now that you were seemingly getting a headache and a pain in your ass all at once.

"What color?" he says over his shoulder, his hands still plunged into the first box.

"What color?"

"Yeah," he says, standing, holding two plugs in each hand. "Which do you think is my color?"

"Dee, I am not picking out a butt plug for you."

"Oh, come on," he whines, stomping his foot a little. "I know you like -"

"No."

He yanks the first plug from your hands, the red one, and thrusts a swirly pink one into your palm. "Fine. Here."

The question is on your lips, but before you can get it out he smirks at you.

"Pink is your color."

Your pants rip in front of him one time, and he's forever bringing up the color of your underwear. He bought you pink copies of your favorite shoes for your birthday, sent pink flowers to your apartment for eight weeks whilst he was away on a shoot without you, kept ruby chocolate in the house to snack on when you'd walk by. The man was a menace, and even though you both knew you found it funny, you keep your face steely as you brandish the pink plug at him.

"You won't be encouraging people to use these at the party, will you, Dee?"

He picks up the first box, groaning as he bends but then chuckling as the glass jingles and tinkles together lightly in the box, and walks down the hall without answering your question.

"Dieter."

You can see the devilish grin on his face from here. The asshole is ignoring you. You follow him down the hall.

"You won't be encouraging people to use them at the Christmas party, will you?"

"I think blue might be my color."

"Dee, stop ignoring me!"

He sets the box down on the kitchen island, rubbing his hands together in glee.

"Tell me you won't be encouraging people to use butt plugs at your party."

He still doesn't answer, and instead strides past you to the door, he grabs another box before lugging it down the hall to dump it next to the first.

"Dieter."

Tearing open the next box, he lets out a very pleased chuckle as he pulls out a considerably larger plug and sets it down on the countertop with a clink. It did look remarkably like a Christmas tree.

"Please."

He taps you on the nose as he fetches the last box and you cast your eyes down with a sigh, turning the pink plug around in your hands in defeat.

And then it catches your eye, a light engraving on the flat base of the plug. Flipping it, you look for a moment before your eyes adjust and register what's written on the bottom.

In beautiful looping cursive are the initials D.B.

Three hundred assorted and monogrammed butt plugs.

"God fucking damn it, Dieter."

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[phaneseros]

When The Honeymoon Stage Wears Off

I was circling old posts from my main blog and found an old ask by anonymous:

Gods are a huge part of my path both as a pagan and a witch. That being said, I have a very difficult time connecting with them. Usually I'll find a deity or two that I connect with and maybe even a whole pantheon, but somewhere down the line I always find something that just disconnects me from them for some reason. Any advice on working with the gods and being able to stick some and not switch around so much??

My initial answer wasn't too bad, but I want to expand on it.

There is a Honeymoon phase in any new thing. You are excited by this new thing, wanting to look into it more, enjoying yourself.

For anthropologists who go to study other cultures first hand, the first stage of four is the Honeymoon stage.

Defined here as :

This is the first stage and occurs on arrival. In this stage everything is new and exciting. You are intrigued by cultural differences and similarities. There is a feeling that you could conquer anything and that there will be no trouble adjusting.

And defined here :

The first stage is the honeymoon, which can last a few days or up to several months. At this stage, everything is new, exciting, and fascinating. The 'natives' are polite, gracious, and most welcoming. Another way of describing this stage is that of the tourist's experience. (...) Tourists generally return home before the honeymoon ends, whereas anthropologists, aid workers and others move beyond this to the second stage, in which one 'has seriously to cope with the real conditions of life' (ibid).

Many people tend to feel this similar Honeymoon stage of trying new things, from religion to hobbies.

Let's look at the brief descriptions of the next three stages from the first link:

Irritation - Culture Shock

After the honeymoon stage wears off the focus begins to shift to a negative view of the cultural differences. There is often a sense of helpless frustration. People often withdraw in this stage. This is when feelings of homesickness are most prevalent.

Adjustment – Perspective

Adjustment take s place gradually. You start to become comfortable as understanding of the language and culture increase. You are now more confident that you can manage life in your host country. You begin to see multiple perspectives and question your own assumptions about the world.

Adaptation - Feeling at home

Eventually, the host culture is no longer new and you begin to feel at home. You may prefer certain traits of the new culture over your home culture. You might even begin to adopt cultural behaviors. Depending on the length of your stay you may never reach this stage.

The second link also described these:

Not only do simple tasks, such as purchasing food or washing up, become complete fiascos, but the 'natives' do not seem concerned at all. In fact, they may seem unsympathetic or indifferent (ibid). A very common coping mechanism is aggression and frustration-a rejection of the environment that is causing discomfort (ibid:177). (...) If one stays, then the third stage starts as the visitor begins to learn the language and can negotiate daily life on his or her own. Difficulty still exists, but the visitor is able to handle it. The visitor even begins to help others who may be new to the situation. In the fourth stage, the visitor 'accepts the customs of the country as just another way of living' (ibid). Certainly, the visitor will not always understand what is occurring in social situations and may not notice nuances, but he or she has adjusted considerably. At this point, there are things that he or she will miss about the country when leaving.

The second and third stages are often like feeling like a fish out of water. It can be frustrating o even frightening when you no longer have a frame of reference or what you're doing, how you're supposed to do it. But that's the thing. While research and work are important, and definitely time you should dedicate to your new god(s), it is also a time of letting yourself just Exist. Especially when you may not have comparable experiences for what is "enough."

I feel like, after being on this website for 11 or 12 years, there's this weird pressure to grind "daily" worship like WoW or Genshin quests. You don't have to do this. Frankly, I do feel that part of this idea comes from a sort of Christianization for those who live in such areas (which is often many pagan converts) - there's this idea that you must constantly Prove Your Faith, Prove Yourself As Worthy, Suffering Is Sacrifice Is Faith.

Truly, not only do not all religions have this idea, but even historically people did not, every single day, undergo such grueling mindset, including variations of Christianity. Yes, some things are habitual, but cultures and religions that do have daily forms of worship or practice, the people in them are raised with that concept their entire lives. They were taught to do them for years until it Became habit. Since childhood. You, the convert, were not.

Such practices that do have historical or cultural "daily" necessities (usually prayers) will much, much more likely have actual step-by-step learning processes with conversion that will be hard to miss. However, we're talking more general paganism here, which usually does not have such conventions. But if you convert from this kind of practice and feel like there is a void you must fill - you can syncretically adopt your previous iterations of faith and apply them into your new one. Whether it remains throughout your paganism, or falls out of fashion, is individual experience.

Stop feeling guilty about not adhering to a grind mindset, first and foremost. Especially if you're coming from a Christo-Catholic background. You're allowed to be free from guilt.

That said, coming back to the honeymoon phase, it does wear off. Even if you think "I'm going to be excited about this every second of every minute" you won't. There will be at least a single moment where you won't, where you will just Exist as a human person doing whatever it is you habitually do on autopilot, and that's fine. You're allowed to Just Exist without constantly dedicating every second to a pantheon (or even magic path for those who are witches falling in the trap of grind mindset).

I feel like this idea of "switching around" has two reasons:

Genuine dissatisfaction that you are not at fault of

Chasing the high of experiencing something new

If you "switch around" a lot, it could be genuine disatisfaction. That is neither your nor the pantheon's fault. It's just not a good fit. And that's fine. You don't have to force yourself to belong and shouldn't force a deity into your life that doesn't quite work the way you want or need. It's a mutual understanding, a give and take. And if that's not compatible, then finding something new is not a bad thing.

Stop and think to yourself: Are you switching around because the honeymoon stage wore off and you want to keep chasing the high? Perhaps you're under-stimulated? Research more into the pantheon or deity you're trying to have connection with. That can usually aid and/or disperse the restlessness. There's much more out there historically, anthropologically, and we're constantly finding new things about ancient cultures and civilizations. Join communities about the pantheon or deity/ies. Engage with other people to keep your own interest. It's a commitment. All this can either lead to realizing it's genuine dissatisfaction, realizing other issues are at play, or can help you (re)connect and stick with it.

The fact is, the Honeymoon stage will wear off and that's the humanity in you. It will become basic habit. But that's not a bad thing. An occasional prayer is still an occasional prayer. Even some Christians only "Be Christian" on Sundays, or even less on just Easter and Christmas.

If you have an altar, maybe at the least you can dust it. The "connection" isn't going to be loud and in your body, mind, and soul(s) every hour of every day. And you don't have to force yourself into a schedule that doesn't feel right to you. That doesn't mean you're abandoned by gods, nor that you have abandoned gods, it means you're human and are given space.

With that out of the way, here is part of my initial answer to this ask back from 2017:

Accept that there may be times of quiet. You don’t need to be in constant communication at all times. Accept that there will be dry spells and quiet times and that you generally may always be re-welcomed by them. 

If you truly want a basic frame of measurement for how "often" you should "contact" your deity/ies, think of your friends or family. How often do you text them, send them messages, call them, etc? What do those messages consist of? Saw a meme and sent it to your friend? Saw a sunset and sent it to your parent? You can do similar for your god(s).

Reblog that meme that made you think of Deity, that funny looking curio at the thrift store made you think of Deity so either get it or take a photo of it. But don't run yourself ragged or spiral into feeling like what you do isn't "enough" - it can become even antithetical to the joy of worship, especially when deities culturally are intended to be helpful, not hurtful, to the worshiper.

[enchanted-keys]

You've probably answered this lots before, but: do you have a fairly clear hierarchy of favourites among the Royal Ballet principals? And your favourite role or two for each? :-) Also: of the recent retirees, who would you most like to see guesting?

Also a) thank you so much for obtaining the info that it'll be Nela and Ball for that "Winter's Tale" stream! Partner and I have got our tickets booked to see it at the Cineworld in Aberdeen. <3 It's the ballet that got me properly back into ballet, when I watched it during lockdown, and just: yay. :-)

And b) your blog has just been so lovely and helpful in growing my ballet knowledge! And your gifs are superb, and your Matthew Ball love is validating. :D

Also also: do you have any favourites among the Scottish Ballet dancers? I was lucky enough to see "Cinders" on tour, and I was so impressed with both Bruno Micchiardi (as Cinders) and Jessica Fyfe (as Princess Louise), but I am no expert.

I think someone asked me for a ranking of all the principals some time ago, but I can't even find the post anymore; I don't mind one bit answering this again! <3

If I have to talk strictly about my faves, it goes like this:

Nunez (eheh!): if have to narrow down her most iconic roles I have to give you at least three (please bear with me, I'm doing my best), which are O/O, Kitri and Aurora.

Takada: Titania and O/O. I'm just so very sorry that she's been more injured than not lately. I miss her.

Hayward: Juliet and any Ashton role I can think of (rhapsody, enigma variations, those bits of Titania we got, etc.). I also think she makes one of the best Claras out there.

Kaneko: O/O (saw her live in the BS pdd and the White Adagio with Vadim and it was life changing, bye). Also her Gypsy girl in the two pigeons is iconic. Special mention for her Aurora.

Lamb: Manon. Signature role. Was born to play it. I also really love her Mary Vetsera and her Aurora.

I'm a bit uncertain if I should include Anna Rose or not...sometimes I really love her, but overall I'd like her to be more consistent. But I'll say she was born to play Juliet.

Muntagirov: he's more versatile than people give him credit for, and really has the whole package, but I'd say his best roles are Siegfried and De Grieux.

Ball: he's such an outstanding actor that it's hard to choose, but I'm going with Romeo and Albrecht.

Bracewell: another wonderful Romeo right here, and I was blown away by his Hamlet in the Ashton insights.

Mcrae: Oberon and Rudolph for sure.

Sambè: sorry to repeat myself but we have another great Romeo right here. From what I've seen he makes also a great Colas.

As for retirees, the one that I really wish was still performing is Roberta Marquez, though maybe she isn't exactly a recent one. Out of the most recent ones I only miss Federico Bonelli because he always brought something special to his performances, although I have to say that the struggles and limitations that come with age were very visible in the last couple of years (his Siegfried variation in the SL cinema relay with Takada comes to mind).

As for the winter's tale I'm really happy to see someone who appreciates it as much as I do! I think it's a truly lovely ballet, one of the few modern classics that really stuck with me. You're very welcome for the info and I hope you'll have a great time at the theatre...unfortunately I found out that it won't be streamed in my country, so I'm going to miss out on it 😤

Thanks for all your lovely compliments they're more appreciated than I can say! 😭🩵🙏

Scottish Ballet is one of those companies that I wish had more footage available, because bits I do get to see are really impressive. I'm kind of familiar with Constance Devernay, Bethany kingsley-garner and Andrew Peasgood because I've seen them in the recordings of The Fairy's Kiss and The Snow Queen, and I seriously enjoyed those performances!

I wish there was a full recording of Cinders because both the trailer and the rehearsal look amazing! Jessica Fyfe is a really delicate and expressive dancer from the clips I've seen of her, and both her and Micchiardi impressed me in the rehearsal poste on YT, cause the intentions and mannerisms in their dancing were so clear: I immediately caught up on the reversal of Cinders gender and that she was the princess even though I hadn't read about the novelty introduced by this production beforehand, but everything was immediately clear thanks to their attention to detail.

The little I've seen from this company makes me wish for more!

[henqtic]

magic it made . george weasley x reader . wc: 484.

authors note: unedited . a little summary is that the reader and george have moved into a flat in a muggle neighborhood and attempt to make the bed without magic.

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“this is so hard,” george huffed as he flopped down on the bed — the fitted sheet snapping from the two corners it had finally stuck to and curled over his face.

you’d finally signed the lease to the flat this morning. it was in a nice muggle town, the ones that you see on the television with trimmed bushes and picketed fences.

you needed a break from the wizarding world after everything had happened. losing life long friends, family members, and having your lives be at risk themselves, it was all too much.

he especially, being around his childhood home knowing that some of the most significant people a part of it could have been missing out of the frame.

it had been a month or two since you’d come to the consensus to finally move in together, and three hours since the weasleys and your friends left after helping you move everything in.

the nap you’d taken on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows had been more unpleasant than being exhausted — so you decided to get up and get the sheets on your actual bed.

which proved to be harder than you thought without magic.

george sighed, pushing the sheet off of his body and sitting up. his legs still touched the floor even with the platform of your bed.

“can’t we just magic it made? that was the first thing mum taught me and siblings because it would never look just the right way if we did it by hand,” he took you by the hips and placed you right in between his legs.

“but honey, we’re living in a muggle neighborhood for a reason — these people do muggle things all the time and i think the least we can do is learn how to make a bed properly,” you reasoned with a slight whine in your voice.

it was sheltering to be a part of a pureblood family, yes. but you had come to terms with that and worked to integrate different ideas into your lives. the last thing you were gonna allow was you and the love of your life to be a grown man and woman who couldn’t make a bed.

“it would be so much easier though love, and then we’d be able to actually use our new — king sized bed, without our families being within earshot. doesn’t that sound good?” he hummed, hooded eyes wandering down your figure like a fox.

he always knew how to steer a conversation.

“i thought you were tired. remember?”

you placed your hands around his neck, giving him an inquisitive look as he found something to answer with.

“i can preserve my energy for. . . better things.”

you hummed long in thought before he interrupted.

“it’ll just be this once, we can ring hermione tomorrow and ask her to teach us.”

“promise?”

“cross my heart and hope to die.”

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hey!!!! I love ur blog!! please would I be able to have some enemies-to-lovers headcanons for Felix, Sylvain, dimitri and Ingrid? Post time skip. Thank you

{Hello! Uhm, so...I was going through my unfinished drafts and saw that I had begun this but never finished it. I completed Felix's but never got past! It's a l s o more of an imagine than a headcannon. Apparently younger me saw an opportunity and went ham. I don't know when i'll ever get around to sylvain/dimitri/ingrid...but I hope this little Felix offering is something you'll like!}

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Master List: Here

"A Lack of Feeling" {Felix x Reader}

Everyone is this man's enemy. End of story.

……

Alright, maybe not everyone but there are more on the list than not. If Felix was an NPC in an RPG, then his affection meter towards anyone he meets beyond childhood begins at -50 points. No exceptions. (at least this is what he wants people to believe)

Normally if someone spends enough time with him they can earn his good graces, you know? At the very least get him on neutral ground, it's only natural after all that time investment

This applies to most cases with Felix

"Most" being a key word here

There are three special cases: the Prince of Fargeus, his loyal pet, and one other emotionally constipated hindrance

Deep down Felix knew that he truly did not detest the first two. The situation involving them was more complicated than his mind could handle during his youth, so until he aged and saw proof of Dimitri's willpower his feelings remained sour. Throughout it all he still had a definite idea of how to view them both and could predict their moves like a book.

The third? Not so much. It seemed like the more time Felix spent observing them, the more he grew unsettled. Nothing they did let any insight to their own emotions or thoughts. All he could learn through the grape vine were blatant facts: their birthday, hometown, etc. Nothing personal. Everything felt…fake? Staged? As if their personality was being written up off the top of someone's head in a book.

Felix couldn't trust them, no matter how much the professor, Sylvain, or anyone else tried to convince him. Rather than antagonize them like he did with Dimitri, Felix chose to flat out ignore their presence.

"My name is Felix, and if you're wise then you won't ever need to use it"- he spoke upon meeting, and that was it.

What he found the most odd was that they simply ignored his hostility. Not in a way to challenge him, or in disinterest, but with acceptance. Any attempt on being friends was made by others on their behalf.

They weren't pushy, he'd give them that. He didn't feel guilty since they clearly had no interest in him either.

Until one late evening a few dawns after Edelgard's betrayal, he had found flowers on every grave within the monestary. It was a chance sight since he'd accidentally spend too long in the sauna, but walking through the Cemetery showed even the most ancient stones with offerings. With dates older than any person in the castle, they likely hadn't been visited in years.

And at the end of it all sat his one-sided enemy. The supposedly empty shell laid a bouquet on another grave and for the first time he saw them cry.

"I didn't know you had the ability to cry," He approached them cautiously and against his better judgement. He instantly regretted too.

"I didn’t know you had the ability to care," they said back, much more brash than he'd ever heard before

Felix said nothing else in response…what do you say to someone after openly despising them for months on end? Did he even want to apologize?

"I don't, but you look more suspicious than usual" he gestured to the graves surrounding them

"It's unlikely they'll be getting any visitors anytime soon…they deserve at least one last honoring,"

That night was when Felix first felt their personality, and it was scarily similar to his own

Perhaps he would have noticed it sooner if he'd tried

Perhaps the similarity is why he never did. One of him was enough

Or…was it? The drop in his chest as they began to become acquainted implied that he may have been missing out on something he'd hadn't planned to ever find

[shortkingkenny]

Why do you think k2 isn't popular anymore?

hi anon! I love to talk so I'll answer this but I'll preface it by saying that although I'm not new to South Park, I'm newer to its fandom. I joined in like 2021 and by that point k2 had already fallen out of favor! before that I just observed it peripherally.

I think it's probably for a few reasons.

of the three main 4 ships for Kyle, it's obvious why k2 is the least popular of the lot. the other two have popular shipping tropes built in (best friends and rivals). there's also not a lot of canon moments to point to, you know, k2 doesn't have a "Guitar Queer-O" or a "Crack Baby Athletic Association" or whatever, really, whereas style and kyman have several such episodes. like I guess you have "Jewbilee" but a lot of people write off those early seasons. (and you have the Mysterion trilogy... to ME. pivotal k2 moments)

and I could end it there because that explains it for the most part but you're right. I think there was a time k2 was more popular than kyman at least (style was always reigning champ until creek took the crown!!!).

I personally believe that fandom (in general, not specifically SP) in recent* years has developed this sort of obsession with Ships Becoming Canon and that some ships are More Canon and therefore More Correct than others which has throttled both crackshipping and multishipping.

like idk there were obviously ship wars (nasty ones!) and OTPs in the 00s and 2010s, but it felt like people were more open to imagining the possibilities and potential between characters who may not have had much (or any) interaction, based solely on their personalities. there's a lot to say about the evolution of fandom as a whole but that's not your question.

so people have kind of settled on their one ship per character and that's it. most Kenny ships have been snuffed out by something or other (fitting) except for one. and that's bunny. and because it's got that one episode, it's now the Most Correct choice for him.

sorry you asked about k2 and I turned this into another complaint about the loss of Kenny biking :''( anyway, I think the appeal of k2 is the potential. you also can't approach it the same way you do style or kyman which I do think has stifled its popularity. this post, despite the broken links, is one of my favorite explanations of their fandom potential that also keeps in mind that we're working within the confines of what we're given. that is to say, South Park doesn't exactly lend itself to this sort of overwrought thinking but we all do it anyway.

it's not dead tho. plenty of people do still ship it and love it!! and I hope you support the @k2-fanzine when it comes out. but yeah you're right, it's lost steam and there's more reasons than what I've listed but I talk too fucking much.

*and by recent, I mean recent! I reblogged this list of character and ship weeks from the far off year of 2019 that @6ftkyle found while deep diving his old SP blog. look at all that!

anyway you should ask my bestie @6ftkyle these questions. he's the k2 guy. I'm actually a kyman truther but I think Kenny's gonna catch his mans Kyle in his fall from grace from their inevitable divorce.

and shout out to @deny-the-bird who asked for a shout out.

[divine-donna]

*RUNS IN HERE* Wuah you have a multifandom blog (which I recently found out agwkshs)- Since I love your work, may I request Genshin headcanons for Ayato and another character of your choice reacting to their S/O getting kidnapped? :D

No pressure and take care ✨

hey alice!! yeah i have one!! it's been sitting here for a bit because i didn't feel any inspiration hit me to write anything until recently (so far, just dumping my stranger things stuff here and i got an obey me! post in the drafts). i've been meaning to write something related to genshin and this is the perfect prompt!! this blog is also a lot more quiet too so it’s nice.

but of course i'm happy to provide!! i've also included thoma because when i think of ayato, i think of thoma too!!

KAMISATO AYATO

a yashiro commissioner, the head of the kamisato family, and the leader of the shuumatsuban. he was used to the threats of kidnapping that came from people. after all, he was an important person.

except the news had a cute headline earlier that week.

kamisato ayato spotted holding hands with partner during a romantic stroll.

it was spectacle. pure spectacle. based on the fact that ayato had brought you down a scenic route known for being a popular spot for romantic couples.

you were fine being kept in the shadows. you understood the dangers that came with being involved with ayato even without the romance aspect. besides, it meant the intimacy between you two was stronger.

he stretched his arms above his head, sighing out of relief upon hearing the tension in his body pop. “finally done.” he yawns, standing up and stretching his legs. sometimes, he forgets how much his legs hurt when he’s sitting for such a long time. he walks over to your room, sliding the door open. “(y/n)! i’m do-”

he stops mid sentence, seeing your room was empty. your belongings were in disarray and there was even torn cloth. you put up a fight. and you weren’t here. which meant...

“lord ayato!” thoma exclaims, holding a piece of paper.

he sighed and took it. “so flowery. unnecessary.” he crumbled up the piece of paper.

“what do they want?”

“money, supplies, bail. the usual. and they even told me where they’re keeping (y/n) so we can exchange and negotiate.” he scoffs. “i didn’t think anyone bothered to read such trivial news.”

“should i prepare-”

“no, no.” ayato’s thumb traced the handle of his sword, feeling the silk fabric that wrapped around it. “i’ll go myself. i should be back shortly. say...two hours. three if things go slightly off.”

ayato arrived within thirty minutes. he was allowed inside and of course he didn’t expect to see you in the middle of the room. he was disappointed that they didn’t show you right away.

“kamisato ayato! you have come to retrieve your darling partner, yes?”

“yes, yes, i have.” ayato crossed his arms. he was quite nonchalant about the whole thing.

“here are the list of my demands-”

everything became a flash of blue. he could feel the gentle spray of mist against his hair as the water disappeared, leaving only unconscious men. they would leave with nothing but a few scratches.

ayato was quick to search for you, opening door after door, knocking on the walls in case there was a hidden one. eventually, he found you, clothes torn, blindfolded, hands and feet tied. the sight made his heart sink.

“(y/n)? (y/n)?” he kneels down before you. his calm voice soothed your raging heartbeat. “i’m here. i’m here now.” he unties the blindfold.

“oh thank heavens.” you released the breath you’ve been holding in for so long now. “ayato, i-”

“say nothing more.” he unties you and holds you close. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” he strokes your shoulder. you practically melted in your arms. “everything is going to be fine. we’ll go back, have some tea, read a book.”

“that sounds nice.” you mutter.

ayato picks you up, holding you bridal style. you notice that his grip is particularly tight, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear again.

THOMA

his first instinct would be to wing it. wing a plan, improvise it on the spot. just run in to go get you. but he knew better than that. ayato taught him better than that.

he had plenty of fury within him that fueled the pyro vision he wielded. and while he tended to use it for the kamisato family, he had plenty for you. if not more.

after all, what were these kidnappers going to do to you? what could they possibly want from kidnapping the significant other of the housekeeper of the kamisato family? (though that in of itself did already make him a prime target)

“it appears to be a basic ransom note. but it could be more!” thoma rubbed his chin as he read the note over and over again.

“i don’t think so.” ayato was busy reading the papers in front of him. “it seems like they just want money. petty kidnappers. they’re not experts but it must be their third or fourth time doing this. besides,” he places the papers down and looks at thoma. “(y/n) will be just fine on their own. i’m sure they can escape soon-”

“okay but what if there’s a super strong person? or someone with a vision!” you didn’t have a vision. against a vision, you would be in trouble. “i need to go!”

“thoma, take a deep breath first.” ayato says calmly.

thoma stops pacing around the room and takes a few deep breaths. he feels his shoulders become relaxed and the tension in his muscles die down.

“good. i’m sure their base is nearby. bring some backup. i know you’re capable but one or two people wouldn’t hurt so you both are alright-”

“i’m going alone! i have to go now!” he felt his muscles tense back up again. “i’m so sorry lord ayato. but i’m going!” he ran out of the room before the lord could say anything.

thank celestia he had connections with people. it was easy to figure out where the suspicious activity was coming from and that you were probably being kept in a warehouse. he was crouched behind some barrels, waiting for the perfect chance to strike.

all the guards were called inside. there was commotion. now was the time!

thoma emerged from his hiding spot, rushing to the warehouse. he stopped upon seeing the doors burst open.

and out came you, holding a staff and dragging behind a random man who thoma assumed to be the ringleader.

his mouth almost dropped out of shock.

“oh thoma.” you smile. “it’s nice to see you!” your smile fell noticing his worried expression. “is...everything okay?”

“i...i was worried! you got kidnapped! and...i kind of had a good breakout plan too!” he sighed.

“awww thoma.” your boyfriend was just the cutest. “maybe another time i’ll hold off on escaping so you can rescue me like the strong housekeeper you are~”

[greyknightsblog]

The Forms of Poetry 

Hello Everyone, I’ll be focusing this week’s blog post on five poetry terms found in Babette Deutsch’s Poetry Handbook: A Dictionary of Terms and exemplify them to some famous poetry. Here we go!

Epic: an epic is a long, usually book-length, narrative work of poetry that is typically about the heroic deeds of an extraordinary hero during their mighty adventures.

    Example: Beowulf - Anonymous

        “Your fame is renowned wherever men journey, my dear friend Beowulf, among all the peoples. You hold power with balance, with wisdom of mind. Now I shall fulfill our friendship as we earlier agreed. And you shall bring peace to your people for a long time to come, a source of strength to the heroes.”

    Explanation: This excerpt is taken from the epic poem Beowulf, it’s the speech made by the Danish King, Hrothgar, delivered to the mighty and heroic Geat, Beowulf, who had just defeated the second monster that inflicted death and desolation to the Danish people. Beowulf, along with his Thanes, journey across the sea to aid the Danish King from the evil cursing his people, his long adventures throughout the poem are noble and epic that follow this heroic code that eventually gains him power, fame and wealth.

Ballad: a ballad is an anonymous short narrative poem that was traditionally composed to be a song. They are story tales that are sung from generation to generation before being recorded in writing.

    Example: “Lord Randal” - Anonymous

        “‘O I fear ye are poison’d, Lord Randal, my son!

        I fear ye are poison’d, my handsome young man!’

        “O yes! I am poison’d; mother, make my bed soon,

        For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’”

    Explanation:This particular poem is a short conversation between a mother and her son who went hunting with his “bloodhounds” and had an unexpected dinner with a special lady who had fed him eels in broth that poisoned his dogs and himself. It’s a Scottish folk ballad, if you aren’t aware of the deep Scottish accent, that wasn’t meant for being written but serves as a moral lesson of true-love and betrayal. 

Sonnet: a poetic form of fourteen lines written in iambic pentameter that employs several rhyming patterns that deals in a single thought or feeling. The sonnet had originally derived from Italy and spread beyond Europe during the Renaissance.

    Example: “Sonnet LXXIII” - William Shakespeare

        “In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

        As after sunset fadeth in the west; 

        Which by and by black night doth take away,

        Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.”

    Explanation: Shakespeare’s poem consists of fourteen lines with a particular rhyming pattern essentially about characterizing the nature of old age. Furthermore, sonnet seventy-three is one giant metaphor that compares nature to growing old. In the quatrain gladly given, Shakespeare says that his age is like the late twilight where the sun slowly fades in the west and darkness begins to grow around, almost like sleeping but in this case, dying. 

Free Verse: is a form of poetry that does not abide by the rules of metrical verse. In other words, there’s no rhythmic structure or rhyming patterns involved but rather tends to follow the natural rhythm of speech.

    Example: “A Noiseless Patient Spider” - Walt Whitman

        “A noiseless patient spider, 

        I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, [...]

        And you O my soul where you stand,

        Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,”

    Explanation: Walt Whitman’s “A Noiseless Patient Spider” is a free verse poem that has no rhythmic structure but feels like a running train of thought without the rails. The poem is metaphorical because it compares the spider to a soul learning the ways of the world.

Blank Verse: is a literary term that refers to poetry written in unrhymed metered lines.

    Example: “The Second Coming” - William Butler Yeats

        “Surely some revelation is at hand;

        Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

        The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

        When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi”

   Explanation: Yeats’ poem demonstrates blank verses that contain no rhythmic patterns and ultimately describe this apocalyptic nightmare he’s attempting to warn the reader about.

[rabbicattle8]

Be transformed by the renewing of your mind Fundamentals Explained

The Revived Mind and How to Have It I captivate to you therefore, brothers, through the forgiveness of God, to show your bodies as a living reparation, divine and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. We inquire you then, bros, to submit to the magnificent order of Christ, to submit to the feeling's will of Christ, the real order of factors: to take part in the purchase of traits, which was instituted through us and which belongs to us. Do not be adapted to this world, but be improved by the revitalization of your thoughts, that by testing you may recognize what is the will of God, what is great and reasonable and excellent. For God are going to help you because you are all set to opt for (observe 1 Cor.4:18-29; 2 Nephi 2:13-17). Do not be subject to the wrath of God in any kind of technique, form or kind.

(Romans 12:1–2) As I have presumed and wished concerning these knowledgeables, it seems to be to me that there are actually two much more really big issues we need to handle with before relocating on to knowledgeable 3. Below is I Found This Interesting for you, siblings. What can a male carry out regarding the Sabbath? It is opportunity that he is informed of the meaning of the word utilized and how to illustrate it. A man can easily take the following steps to discuss Jesus Christ's reason in his day. I would like to offer a full week to each of them. This has to be a truly excellent attempt. What can they take? But I don't know.". In a brief post earlier this year, Yglesias summarized many methods to approach the problem, from focusing on details styles of gamers in high-scoring settings to developing a brand-new player development system at that level. "Along with the dawn of analytics, I started my own blog over there certainly along with a little bit of tip. “The Will of God” One, which I really hope to work along with next full week, is the meaning of the phrase “the will of God.” Knowledgeable 2 points out that we are to discern what is “the will of God.” It’s a quite typical phrase and I assume that in some cases, when we make use of it, we might not recognize what we are talking concerning. But this is not a mistake, is very just this. If you acquire in to the habit of utilizing religious language without recognizing what you suggest through it, you will definitely progressively become an vacant shell. What you are attempting to point out is that folks are being misleaded by the nonreligious media, and the media is not a excellent ally of religious folks, either. Individuals are being deceived by the media because they have been instilled by an unaware faith, after that have been said to that Christianity is some kind of "mystical miracle," or that Jesus is God. And numerous alien devotions relocate right into vacant theological thoughts which possess language but little bit of or wrong information. Such minds are then placed within of the mind of one or even more people, who then provide to one one more a certain or also exclusive label which they name in a fashion that is not at all in accordance along with the faith of the alien being so pointed. Nonetheless, this label may be chosen through one of those folks who are contacted in turn by another, and that name is never ever transformed. The condition “the will of God” has at least two and probably three biblical significances. The very first is that if God willed for His slaves to take part in the Sabbath, at that point they have to perform therefore, and the 2nd meaning is that God was controlled to perform so at least in purchase to make the Sabbath observance a reparation. To take only one time could be ample to make it an formal sacrifice, but another, also more essential, meaning could administer. First , there is the self-governed will of God, that regularly happens to pass without fail. It is like a excellent stone which falls as it passes under the feets of one who is the owner of that terrific rock. This rock comes to be his residential or commercial property and he offers it to his children along with his palm in any type of way he pleased. This is merely like what we contact "the regulation". This is phoned in the label of Jesus Christ and for all who are a partakers of it it becomes his property. Second , there is the uncovered will definitely of God in the Bible — do not swipe, do not are located, do not eliminate, do not fancy — and this will of God commonly does not happen to pass. But this is not for us, for our personal integrity. For God's kingdom is not to be attained coming from plain human desire, but by the sanctity which was secured through his legislation. And 3rd , there is the path of understanding and spontaneous sanctity — knowledge where we purposely administer the phrase of God with our renewed minds to intricate ethical scenarios, and casual godliness where we live the majority of of our lives without conscious reflection on the hundreds of traits we say and do all day. We may perform this kind of job all time, and we presume of ourselves as people because we live in a world of "a thousand minds, ten thousand body systems, and ten thousand thoughts.

Upcoming full week we require to arrange this out and talk to what Paul is referring to in Romans 12:2. What exactly is Paul's illustration for writing such a manual? For one thing we possess no concept whether it was a publication written by a public servant, or a public servant directly. There were actually a amount of issues surrounding this dialogue in the very early component, and in this movement we seem to be to wish to inquire whether we may trust the book's account in this element of past.

[threemothsinsweaters]

So I reblogged a thing a few hours ago (the post is like three posts under this one on my blog, so its easy to find, its a post made by startistdoodles), a post about how Volo could be directly responsible for Ingo's disappearance, with a small comic of Volo getting Giratina to open a portal but it ends up just opening behind Ingo who was having a lunch break, so Volo kinda just yanked him through because he was a witness

And while the post itself was a funny little thing, my brain couldn't stop thinking about what it implied for past few h o u r s

Brainrot under the cut because its kinda long V

Basically, first of all, funny thing, it kinda implied that in that version of reality Volo kinda stole Ingo, hit him over the head with a rock, then threw him into the snow like "crisis averted, no more witnesses, now where was I-?"

But I also was thinking, in this specific situation, imagine if Emmet actually did see that happen

I was brainrotting over it for a few hours because JUST IMAGINE

Emmet just eats lunch after some battles with his twin, all is fun, and he suddenly sees a portal appear behind his brother and a pair of hands just joink him through and it disappears before they can react

Imagine how much worse it would feel than if he simply disappeared out of nowhere because in this au/situation Emmet saw what happened, saw what was practically a kidnapping, and then most definitely lost his shit over it

He would technically have a lead, while not having any actual leads, and he would probably be way more stressed out about whats happening to Ingo 24/7 than if he didn't know what happened because, honestly, how well can you deal with knowing 100% that your sibling didn't get just lost but got straight up kidnapped? When you can't lie to yourself that "he might've gotten lost" or "it could've been an accident"? The answer is, not well He would also probably expect a ransom note or something, but the longer there's nothing, the more stressful it gets for him

Other people would probably start believing Ingo was probably dead way sooner than if they didn't know what happened, all while Emmet is like "not all kidnappers kill people they kidnap, right? right????"

Also I feel like Emmet would be ready for murder and ready to interrogate whoever has even slightly similar sleeves/hands to whoever took Ingo

Over time, if Ingo was eventually found, I feel like while Emmet would be relieved that hes alive when he heard for the first time, but it would pretty quickly just turn into a spiral of what happened to him during all those years that he was missing

I feel like they would also assume that his memories of the past/his time in hisui would be fabricated hallucinations ngl, because of the way he disappeared and the implications of his amnesia and all that

Its just HHHHHHH I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS BUT I DON'T WANT THIS POST TO GET TOO LONG

Might continue my rambling if anyone is interested and asks about it though!!! I have constant brainrot rn and I am ready to s c r e a m

[im-going-to-cryo-bust]

heyy,may i request with diluc and kaeya, s/o who gets hurt but like doesn't tell them till someone slips it up.Thank you!!

Diluc and Kaeya on: fem!s/o getting hurt

WARNING: angst/hurt with comfort

You end up in the hospital after a series of rookie mistakes. It's not your first time, so you reassure your teammates and plead them to keep quiet about it. It only takes a few weeks or only one day, considering that elemental healing will speed up the process. All you have to do is lie down and pray that no one spills the beans until things are better or confirmed...

Kaeya is in the center of Mondstadt so it’s impossible to avoid him, he did suspect that your mission is going on longer than usual

Ah, but what was the point of secrecy? Kaeya is too good at sweet talking that he found out in an hour - majority of that hour spent hunting down your party members.

He'll most likely "accidentally" stumble into your party members and bait them to a willing, subtle interrogation

He'll tease out little hints and piece everything together without even needing a direct answer

If you had a minor injury

He would take some time on the way to buy you a snack or gift to make you feel better. He spends a little longer more than he would like, cursing a bit and choosing one of the three presents he thought you might like. You hear rhythmic knocks on your door and the door swings open, Kaeya dramatically walking in with a smug smirk on his face. "How are you doing?"

You roll your eyes as Kaeya saunters in, sitting next to you and holding a gift in his hands. He laughs, but he looks nervous. His leg shakes erratically despite him pushing down on it, knuckles white. Then you remember the way his eyes flickering around the room, averted by his vexing smirk. Before you can talk about it, he interrupts with a distraction, the gift. He observes you with a smile as you brighten up at the sight of it, feeling a lot more better at the sight of you. 

Kaeya continues to distract you with teases that get you all riled up (adorable and hilarious in his opinion) and discussing the nervous nature of your encountered party member. You take the opportunity to retort about his nervousness. He looks stunned for a second, but he chuckles, “I knew I couldn’t get anything past you..” He hesitates. “I was worried when your friends looked so anxious, I was preparing myself for...” ‘The worst.’ Kaeya leaves it as it is, bitter smile in the pensive atmosphere. You clutch his hand tighter and Kaeya lightens up, reciprocating and knitting your hands together.

“When they said it was minor and you would recover soon, it was like a boulder was lifted off my chest.” He pats your head, his touch lingering longer and his gaze fond. “I’m glad, glad that you’re okay.”

If you had a major injury

"What?" His charming smile disappears, words slipping through a frown of gritted teeth, daring (even hopeful) for the person to say it's a joke. The answer doesn't matter, he can tell from their expression. He only allows a flash of pure terror to be seen by them, pushing through the crowds of people to reach the hospital.

When he bursts into the room to see you, his eyes fixated on yours. He freezes at the door, processing everything now while you are there, alive, in front of him. He refuses the voice in his head feeding into his fears, making him scared to come closer for a confirmation. He might have to face it: a loss and an emptiness.

But then you weakly smile and reach out for him; and he can finally breathe again. He is so urgent that he stumbles to get there, to give you comfort. Finally, when he sits next to you, you can see closer the joy but weariness in his expression. He has a smile unlike Kaeya, ridden with anxieties and unable to fool even a domestic dog. He pecks your hand and sandwiches it between his, familiar warmth wrapping around your hand. You start to fall asleep, exhausted by the events of today, and Kaeya overlooks worryingly. These injuries happen all the time, it's part of the job, but it doesn't make it any better to see - especially when it involves you. He swears and curses under his breath, not wanting to wake you up. 'It's best for her to get some rest', he tries to assure himself from his concerns, but he can't stop his stupid leg from shaking. He hangs his head, still clutching your hand, and he allows a few tears to fall despite himself. He closes his eyes and focuses on the touch of you, calming down and slowing down his breaths knowing that you are here, alive and well, next to him.

When you wake up, Kaeya's head lies uncomfortably asleep with a disturbed expression on his face. Your hand is intertwined with his while you both were sleeping, seeking that familiar heat that made you feel ever better. He mumbles in his sleep, his grip tightening on your hand as often as his eyebrows furrow. Your touch soothes him, the tension and wrinkles on his face vanishes when you lovingly stroke his hair or gently caress his cheek. As long as he can feel your warmth, he can sleep much better.

He would either find it through his acquaintance in Mondstadt’s hospital or be told at the winery. 

It’s not pleasant either way, especially since there would be a period of unsettling silence after the metaphorical beans have been spilt

His interrogating is less subtle than Kaeya, very straight forward and to the point so he can get to where you are faster with preparation

Diluc uses the classic, intimidation method that is amplified by his resolve to see you and assure himself that you are safe

If you had a minor injury

You hear soft knocks on your door and a tentative voice asking from your lover, giving you a forewarning before he comes in. He doesn’t waste a second to be by your side, assessing your injury in closer detail then lightly scolding you out of the worry. It might take 2-6 minutes just for him to calm down and get it all out. Diluc is sensitive to your injuries, fearing the worst when anything happens, and he finds it childish; always trying to hide it with his lectures. This grumpy façade falls quickly, like always, after reassurance from you and inspecting your wellbeing with his own eyes. 

Diluc sighs, "...but it's a minor injury, and you’re Y/n L/n.” He smiles assuredly and it encourages you because of how confident he is of you.

He’ll cling to you, self-aware of his behaviour and evidently embarrassed about it, but does it nonetheless with pink cheeks. You pretend not to see when he hesitantly leans on you or when his hand lingers on yours while you both chat about everything else. Soon you’ll find him pecking your cheek or kissing you more than usual

“It’s to make you feel better.” He mumbles going in for another after you tease him about it. Kisses are one of the things he uses to be expressive for his love for you, so he becomes generous when you get hurt like this and gets more affectionate to hopefully “love” the pain away.

If you had a major injury

Diluc is shell shocked; colour draining from his face in favour of raw fear. He is reminded of the dreadful past and it toys with his heart, stringing it along to his vulnerability of you. He fails to fully grasp his thoughts but his legs move on their own to see you, to feel you and to know for sure that you're okay. He pushes and shoves through people in his way, silent to anyone that approaches. He finds it hard to breathe, maybe it's how he ran to the hospital or the tight cinching in his chest.

When he enters your room, he'll take in your form and process the injuries you've sustained. He looks more horrified and panicked the longer he looks. He beats himself over it and swallowing the growing shame in his throat. ‘How could I have let this happen?’ Past buried memories come alive and it gets harder for him to stay grounded. These things don’t go away easily, he knows from experience, and he’s afraid of the unknown future and of what will happen next. What if you don’t recover and... Bad thoughts choke him up and he wallows deeper into it.

But then you smile, like nothing is wrong; even though that small action took so much energy and you end up wincing in pain. Diluc looks heartbroken.

No moment is spared when he is next to you, he'll even fall on his knees and just, cry. It's like all this tension in his chest is released at once. It's scary, worrying even, and you start to wonder who's supposed to worry over who. You stroke his hair and mumble comforting words, his sobbing dissolves into embarrassed sniffles. He remarks on it, but you reassure him that it's endearing.

You both might fall asleep like that; your hand on his nest of hair and his head on the hospital bed. There are some times you wake up and see Diluc awake in cold sweats, tightly gripping on the covers of your bed, pale as a ghost in the night. He tells you to go back to sleep and rest, but you wait until he does. He guilty stares at you as you stay up, half-awake at 2am, about how it’s fine and how it’s going to be okay. He shakes his head and looks pitifully at you, flinching at your injuries - more effected than you are. It makes you upset and a little frustrated, so you sigh and reach out to him. He leans close and you kiss him on the forehead, expressing a passionate-believe me glare. Then he remembers that he trusts you, you are the Y/n he loves. He smiles gratefully, and when you wake up in the morning he is still snoring asleep. 

🌼💫 Hello, sorry for the inactivity, it’s just that I got quite stuck. But now it’s over and this is the result :) This is a very very long post, so I had to put a “keep reading” or else people uninterested would have to keep scrolling for 5 minutes. A reminder is that this is what I hc Diluc and Kaeya to act, it’s not definite and it’s fine if you disagree because this is imaginary and based on subjective perceptions. If you do enjoy these hcs, do check out my blog for more and tell me if you do!

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

hii! i was wondering if u still write for the admirals? bc if u do i'd like to request what do you think the admirals would do during quarantine with their s/o and/or their child? thank u & i hope u have a good day!

a modern au, of course. Thank you anon.

ADMIRALS: QUARANTINE EDITION

Modern Au

SAKAZUKI/サカズキ

oh boy, he wasn't happy about the situation but embraced it begrudgingly. He still had to work, and even though he won't admit it, those were the best time to work, no problem whatsoever, people at home and the police out there patrolling.

anyway, he had to go on lockdown anyway, one officer got the coronavirus and all the unit went off. A bright side could be found tho, he could spend more time with his family, and let me tell you, they did pick up the opportunity

especially the kid, oh they embraced the full-scaled operation: Dad at home with a passion. Even his partner was part of it. So spa days, lots of game nights, cooking contests,s and so on

well, it may have gone on better than anticipated, but he is a workaholic, and as we all know, a prolonged lockdown would damage his sanity, like the one of any other sane person

anyway, he can't do much about it but go on with the flow

BORSALINO/ボルサリーノ

as a steward , he was obligated to undergo lockdown due to the company shut down on the flights until further notice

and he was a bit annoyed, but hey, he got to spend more time with his family. So in hindsight it's a win-win situation

anyway he is the master of wasting time: want to play a game? sure let me whip out the 200 possibility stashed in the attic; want to know more of my work? sure let me tell you about that time thta we went to Canada; want to binge watch stupid shows until we have enough? let's cook some popocorns and we are ready to go

he can and will make you cook dishes that you never heard of and he will absolutely go wild playing Monopoly and Uno. It has become a war between you and your kid against him, it's almost impossible to win

he would be the semi-chill one of the group, cause on one hand he has now time to spend with both of you, but after a while he would start to crave the jet lag feeling of his work, he isn't a workaholic, but neither one to procrastinate without doing nothing

KUZAN/クザン

well...he is a photographer and he can't go out like he did before. No big deal, he can sleep it out. No, I'm serious, he will sleep a lot

anyway, when he isn't sleeping he would probably start a new project centered around you and this time under quarantine, lots of new photos that capture the quintessence of family and work, as well as a study on the human psyche

and one of the two facts is cap, so have fun looking for the real one and the fake

anyway he will use this time to do some house renovation, that he so purposefully postponed, like painting the walls, renovating the studios, learning to knit like his partner asked him and help the little one with his math homework. hahaha that's a funny one

His partner has it good, they can work from home, so they are particularly busy, and the kid has school, or pre-school anyway. So he can sleep as he pleases

after the catnap he would cook, cause he is bored and he wanted to do something cool. And he is surprisingly good, so good job man

that's not all he does, cause he still has a blog to work with and photos to review and post, so out of the three he will be the most suited to spend a long period under lock and key in his home.

still, after a while he would also like to go out, with his two gems, to explore different places, he promised them after all that he would have taken them to that historical site near their city

[journey-of-the-hob]

Day Zero: Hey guys! My name is Ashley, and I’m starting this blog because I’m going to start going to the gym soon. I’m not that out of shape, but I decided it would be nice to tone up a bit since summer is starting soon. Just get rid of a little pudge from winter y’know? Maybe I’ll even meet someone special with my new bod. I’m gonna do a 30 day diet and exercise challenge don’t worry I’m not going to post every single day, but every couple of days just so I can give a show of my progress. This is gonna rock!

Day Three: Jeez! This whole working out thing is so much harder than I bargained for. I’m sore all over and I miss junk food, eating salad all the time is already lame, but I’m gonna keep with it. I can’t give up after only the third day.

Day Five: Week one is done! I was almost ready to quit after day #4, but there was this guy at the gym who was in really good shape and he offered me some encouragement to finish out my workout and some advice to help me get the most out of my workouts. He was there again today and it was nice to have some help with my sets. His name is Josh and he’s been going to this gym for a while and he said he likes helping out the newbies. He gave me a bottle of vitamins from a company that he buys from and said it would really help me out. It was the male formula, but I mean it’s not like it’s gonna hurt me. They’re just vitamins right?

Day Eight: I got a really killer workout in today. Ever since I’ve been taking those vitamins that Josh gave me I’ve had so much energy and getting through the workouts hasn’t been so hard. I also met a few of Josh’s buddies and they’ve started working out with us too. They’re a great group of dudes and are super encouraging. I’m also feeling more competitive, I guess you could say. Like the guys are challenging me to do better. I’m actually starting to like going to the gym.

Day 10: I’ve kinda been dragging lately even with those pills. I told the guys and they started grilling me about my diet and I told them what I’ve been eating, and they told me everything I was eating wasn’t good fuel for weight loss and I wasn’t getting the energy I needed to keep killing it at the gym. The advise that I start eating more meat, and Josh recommended that I get some whey protein from the company that makes the vitamins. If it works like those I’d say it would be worth it.

Day 12: Hell yeah! I just finished week two and I look amazing! My stomach is flat and I’ve got ab definition. The hard work at the gym has definitely been paying off. That being said I’ve been feeling really hot and tense lately just kind of...pent up. The guys told me that I might want to get laid or masturbate just to let some steam off. Normally I’d be kind a pissed if a guy told me that, but I have been feeling hornier than normal lately, seeing people check me out and tell me how hot they think I am really gets me going I guess, and all of their other advice has helped so far. When I got home from the gym I decided to watch some porn to get me in the mood, which was weird because before I started going to the gym I never like porn. I thought it was degrading, but for whatever reason watching it now was making me soak my panties. It felt great jilling off, but once I put on some girl on girl porn and that really helped me get the big O.

Day 13: it was one of my rest days, so I decided to take it easy. I popped one of my vitamins like I do every morning. The initial dose that Josh gave me was gone. I bought more, and yeah I could have bought the female formula, but I kept with the male version. I’m pretty sure it was stronger and if it works why change? I went to the café by my apartment to grab some coffee while I was out for some errands. There was a seriously hot chick working the counter. I could see her checking me out so I flexed a little without being too obvious. She was blushing and giggling, so I decided to ask for her number, and she gave it to me! I’ve never hit on a chick before, for that matter I never really thought I was into girls but it felt so right, and I couldn’t help staring at her rack, fantasizing about what she was like in bed. Oh yeah I’m definitely enjoying the perks of my new physique.

Day 19: The guys sent me a workout playlist on Spotify. At first I didn’t like it. It was heavy metal, but I found that it but me in the right headspace for the workout. After a while I started to dig it and I’ve been jamming to it all the time even when I jill off. The guys are really awesome and I feel like I owe them big time for helping me get everything out of the gym. I need to think of a way to thank them.

Day 23: I’m starting to get pretty shredded. I’ve been hanging out with the guys a lot more too. We go out drinking on the weekends and get hammered, sometimes we go catch a game at Hooters. To thank Josh and the Bros for helping me make it this far I’ve been taking care of them all the time. To help them relieve stress after a long workout I’ll let them take turns fucking me, whenever we watch a football game I’ll usually give them all blowjobs during halftime. This one time I bet my ass that the Cowboys would win, and of course they lost, but Josh’s cock felt so good in my ass! The guys have been pretty supportive of me lezzing out too, especially since I share all the details and videos of my escapades to our group chat.

Day 26: I still have an off and on thing with Dinah, the hottie from the coffee shop. Anyway she’s been coming to the gym with me the last few days. I got her a bottle of the chick formula vitamins and she’s not building a lot of muscle but she’s looking really good, especially her ass. I think her rack has been getting bigger but that’s a plus for me! I’ve found that I have a thing for babes with big tits. She’s also been listening to my workout playlist. She’s so submissive lately, and there’s nothing better than when she got her head buried in my snatch. It’s so awesome having her there as my little gym bunny, and when I flex she turns into a blushing mess. I gotta go. Got a date with Dinah and she’s bringing a friend. If I’m lucky we can convince her to join us for a three way.

Day 30: The challenge is over and I’m jacked! This was the best decision I’ve made in my whole life. I’m in terrific shape, I’ve made awesome new friends, I’ve got a hot as fuck girlfriend, who’s cool with me having a few side chicks. Looking back on my old posts it’s weird how much I’ve changed. I’m just like one of the guys now, and I love it. I couldn’t imagine hanging out with the prissy girly-girls I used to, some of them were pretty hot though, so maybe I’ll call them up sometime. Me and the boys are going to a strip club tonight to celebrate my progress. I should take Dinah. It would be hot if one of the strippers would make out with her while me and the guys watch! The boys will probably want to pregame with a gang bang, but that’ll be good cardio so I’m totally looking forward to it! Anyway, signing off.