#he truly is the embodiment of hopeless romantic

[karumbusarr]

please, look at him, him trying to 'act cool' around the girl he forever will always be in love with. im obsessed with him. he's just that powerful cuz love truly has no bounds with this man. i will forever be in love with ryu sun jae, character never peaked like this before, we need more simps

[rxmye]

" 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . . . "

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 / 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 — Yoichi Mikami . . introduction | masterlist | requesting rules . . warnings : nsfw content / sixteen + content / gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / Yoichi is aimed at people with a savior complex tbh / yandere content / pathetic yandere / submissive(?) yandere /

a/n: this is just a character sheet of some general info alongside nsfw and sfw headcanons below . .

Appearance: Yoichi has fair skin and soft brown hair, which is slightly wavy and it reaches all the way down to the bottom of his neck; it's well kept as he has this obsession with his hair. He has light hazel coloured eyes and soft pink heart shaped lips. He has the inverted triangle body type, so a slim waist. He's toned but nothing over the top, his physique is mainly thanks to his close friend Lucas forcing him to join when working out. Yoichi has slim Vieny hands, and stands at a tall 6ft in height. Yoichi has many piercings, truly the embodiment of "You're not depressed, you just need to get your skin pierced", with 3 different ear piercings, a tongue piercing, and to top it all off a eyebrow piercing. (He has yet to get a lip piercing, but let's be honest, he's one melt down away from getting one).

Character basic info: Yoichi's birthday is on June 12th, he is Pansexual, and emophilia which is a tendency to fall in love fast, he's a hopeless romantic as heart and is more of a obsessive and delusional type of yandere/stalker. His has many hobbies, which includes but is not limited to, cooking, drawing, writing, photography and etc . . Yoichi has a major sweet-tooth, and is not that picky with what he eats but hates peppers with a passion . .

backstory: Yoichi is currently attending university, he's in med school and plans on becoming a surgeon, currently completing his bachelors. Yoichi comes from a well-off family, he's old money and his family is pretty traditional but rather accepting when it comes to him as he is an only child. His parents have always been reserved with affection except when it came to each other and though he's aware they care and love him, he often times craves to fill the missing gap with his romantic entanglements, hoping for something similar to what he saw his parents having, . . which has led him to being a hopeless romantic. Yoichi has always struggled with sleep, but now has found a remedy that comes in the form of y/n . . and he does not intend on letting them go . . .

NSFW | 16 + CONTENT BELOW THE UNDERCUT . . .

Yoichi's love language is quality time and physical touch, the feeling of skin on skin, your touch, the smell of your hair, the scent of your sweat as your embrace him closely is something he wishes he could stitch into his brain. Yoichi is willing to die in the comfort of your touch, your embrace, to let you swallow him whole is his dream.

Despite that, Yoichi is a switch, he has no personal preference when it comes to who's taking the lead in bed and has a high libido, yet he wants nothing more than to feel as much of your skin as possible, he wants to swallow your breath—to become one. He'll take anything you give him, and expects the same in return.

Despises bondage for that very reason, restrainment will drive him insane—he'll whine, he'll cry. . if he can't feel you, if he can't reach out and let his hands touch your pretty hair, grip your thighs . . Same applies to blindfolding him, he needs to see! He needs to feel, see, touch, smell, taste you, he needs you to overwhelm his senses!! You can't do that to him!!

Cock-warming would be torture, it would be a punishment for him, he'll do his best to behave, but honestly he'll be a crying and pleading mess in no time, you mean you're going to let him stay inside you . . yet not let him move? You feel warm, wet, and amazing, he wants to feel more . . let him have more . .

He's more of a groaner then a grunter, he whines and has a habit of overstimulating himself, which leads him to overstimulating you. . He just needs more, thursting deeper into your walls, touching you, his mouth on your neck, fingers teasing your nipples, sharp teeth sinking its fangs into your flesh, he wont stop unless he himself is on the brink of passing out, fingers gripping ever so tightly on your waist, thighs, fucking into you sloppily and messily, he'll leave both you and himself a crying mess . . as drool drips down onto your chin.

Aftercare is usually something he has to prepare before hand, because with the way he goes, it'll be unlikely that either of you will have energy to move out of bed, most of the time he'll have snacks and drinks prepared for afterwards, and you both will spend the time cuddling.

He despises quickies or voyeurism, he doesn't mind fucking you against the window, or when someone is near, but he dislikes the idea of doing it outside of the bedroom harshly, sex is intimate . . and he wishes to keep it as such.

With that, he also dislikes degrading, other then the few small occasions. However, this man adores receiving and giving praise, he'll compliment everything, voicing how much he adores you—the way you taste, the way you moan his name, your fucked out expression when he goes a little bit faster then before.

On the other hand, Yoichi really really really likes being degraded, he'll never voice it—but go ahead! Call him a pervert while he kneels at your feet, worshipping your body as it should be!!! Call him sick and twisted, please call him names, choke him—Oh . . he also loves it when his partners get aggressive.

Also, bite him, scratch him, dig your nails into him, pull his hair, he loves anything with a sting or mark that's left behind . .

NON-NSFW HEADCANONS

Yoichi is a obsessive, delusional, and stalker type of yandere, he often writes down his fantasies in a book, and isn't afraid to get violent when needed, he'll defend himself by repeating a lie over and over till he believes it—till it erases any guilt or remorse he feels. He's willing to kill, he's willing to do all of that, because if it came down to it, he'll lie to himself, so much so, that even he himself will convince his mind to believe that yes, he did the right thing . .

He's skilled at stalking, yet he rarely risks breaking into your house—out of fear he may leave one thing misplaced and you'll catch on, his insomniac, sleep deprived mind is paranoid and anxiety ridden, and he cannot risk anything of that sort, he may watch you from outside your window, he'll move near you, he'll follow your around the neighborhood to satisfy his whims . . he'll stage coincidental meet-ups at class, clubs, etc, until he can come into your home as a friend lover!!

As he can't sleep without your scent, he often tries to satisfy his whims by buying similar perfume/cologne as you use, it does the job for awhile, and he's at least able to sleep a bit, he still prefers the smell of your old clothes, and the real thing more . . .

Yoichi often writes letters to his darling, that he refuses to send out of fear that they might call the authorities, despite knowing full well they'll do nothing about it, since he's not a 'huge threat' to them. He had done his research before this entire fiasco, and has taken to imitating traits of famed stalkers in movies and documentaries so no one catches him.

Also, he isn't the type to steal underwear or anything of the sort, he's much more above and mature then that. . instead he steals all the clothes you plan on donating, because what greater purpose can they have but being a part of his shrine, collection, horde. Same with any tangible items, why should he dig through the trash? No, he couldn't have dirty hands when he plans on touching his darling in the future (he's a germaphobe) rather, he'll offer to throw out that juice box, that piece of gum you have wrapped up in a tissue, yeah . . and then stuff it in his pocket.

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[love-byers]

i am afraid no one gets him like i do. yes he's a whore slut rake boy but he's also not

colin may need to occasionally go to horny jail but what he really yearns for is love and connection. he has always yearned for it. sex is good but sex on its own is not fulfilling to him. marina broke his heart, he truly wanted to care for her and love her and be loved. even before he fell for penelope he wrote about his sexual encounters so beautifully unlike any man of that era ever would. after a while he lost interest in it because it lacked something, love and genuine connection. he's a romantic people!!! he's a hopeless romantic trying to be a flirtatious bachelor, and it's a facade he can't keep up! he's a writer, a dreamer, he wants something pure and true. at the gentleman's club he says something i find so beautiful and pure, he questions why men must act nonchalant about their sex life when it is one of the only things in life with true meaning. and he gets LAUGHED AT!!! the part of the carriage scene where pen strokes his face and hair and he completely melts into her touch is, don't get me wrong, HOT!!!!! but it was even sweeter to me because it's not just that he is so horny for penelope he can't stand it anymore, but he is getting what he's yearned for. the connection, the touch that means something. the touch that carries love with it. this is also why the dream and kiss with pen got him so down bad. he unexpectedly felt something he had been yearning and searching for maybe without realizing it, love and connection! and once pen accepts his confession, he is head over heels in love obsessed and ready to marry her.

what lady whistledown wrote about him not being his true self really embodies his arc this season. colin in earlier seasons was acknowledged as having never been to a brothel and not being this all knowing sex god he pretends to be in 3. who colin truly is is someone who wants his sexual encounters to mean something, who sees sex as a moment of connection between two people rather than just pleasure. for that time, that was pretty beautiful.

and also the fact that when he's with the sex workers they are the ones all over him pleasing him, but with penelope he is pleasing her. he yearns for love, to feel and give love, not just to receive it.

COLIN BRIDGERTON GET BEHIND ME I WILL PROTECT YOU

(this is directed at people mostly on tiktok who watched the show with their eyes closed complaining about how they wanted colin to be a virgin and hate that they made him sexually experienced & a man whore KEEP MY SONS NAME OUT YO MOTHAFUCKING MOUTH)

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

heyyyy i’m not sure if ur doing requests right now, if not - completely disregard this besides the fact that i wanna say i love ur work 💖💖

ok but steve x reader kinda based on call it what u want by taylor??? like steve’s just graduated and readers a transfer maybe? or a senior who’s just recently started dating him and everyone’s like … king steve king steve … and readers like no i know him and maybe reader would rather be w steve then go to a party and someone’s like what does steve own u?? (hence the line “not because he owns me, but cause he rlly knows me”) obvi change however you see fit - just an idea 🥰🥰

thank you so much for requesting!! i love this concept sm i hope this does it justice.

this is not proofread so please be gentle on me lol, also im not 100% how i feel about this but i'm putting it out anyways.

my baby fits like a daydream

steve harrington. king steve to be exact.

it was never really said why "king steve" became king steve. but its more than likely that it was a mix of his general attractiveness and charm. that and being generally kind, always the one to stop his friends from going too far, but never the one to stop them completely. and that haunts him. not to mention that he got allll the ladies. but they never lasted, because steve craved something real, something valuable. he needed to be loved. but he was nothing more than a hookup for most of the women he saw at the time. a truly hopeless romantic.

but then there was steve.

an embodiment of sunshine. kind, above all. selfless, extremely selfless. accepting, caring, and nurturing. making sure that the kids never experience the loneliness that he had endured for his entire adolescence. always ready to be a martyr. always dancing on that line between life and death whenever applicable. never genuinely believing that he was meant to be loved, more so just meant to be admired and used.

until he met you. it wasn't that you "gave him something to live for", but more that you made him realize how much he has to live for. it's like his life was in black and white, and when he met you it erupted into beautiful colors.

and while most people admired how secure and loving your relationship with each other was, some were jealous, prying.

for the most part, it flies past you both, too immersed in each other to care.

but one friday afternoon, as you were heading outside to where steve was waiting for you outside of his car; to drive you both to the diner where you're meeting robin and dustin; your one-time lab partner from biology class blocked your path.

you bit back a scowl, having already endured his strangely aggressive flirting enough for today.

"so you're coming to the party tonight right?" it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion.

"no", your composure faltered, "I already told you that I'm staying with my boyfriend tonight."

you pushed past him, having nothing more to discuss with him. the warm air hitting your cheeks, and the thought of the evening you're going to spend at the diner diluting your annoyance.

that is until you hear him behind you again.

"what? does 'king steve' own you now?"

steve can see you from the car, and jumps into action the second he sees the absolutely appalled look on your face before you swiftly turn around.

he doesn't make it in time though. you had already reached him and delivered a swift slap across his face. not only had he insulted your boyfriend, but he had also insinuated that you were an object to be owned by a man. this and the blatant disregard for your rejections of him sent you over the edge.

you muttered some profane insult toward him before steve's voice reached you.

the signature "woah, woah, hey, hey" -that steve uses every time there's an inconvenience.

the biology perpetrator had already speed-walked away as casually as he could. steves arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you back to the car and strapped you in, an astonished expression on his face. you had never done anything like this before, in fact, you're usually shy.

“what was that about baby?” he asked softly, closing the drivers side door behind him and grabbing one of your hands and stroking his thumb across your cheek.

“he’s so annoying! he keeps saying weird shit to me and he wont leave me alone. and he knows im dating you because i told him. and then he said some shit about his stupid party that i already told him i didnt want to go to. so i told him again that im going to be with my boyfriend. and then,” you inhale, trying to catch your breath, “he ran up behind me and asked me if “king steve” owned me.” you finished. putting his former title in quotation marks.

by the time you looked back up, his face was red. it was a look you knew all too well, that meant he was about to do something dumb. right now you assumed it involved tracking down your former lab partner.

youd be right.

his hand shoots to the door handle, but is quickly moved back by your own.

“no steve, i already dealt with him. i can handle myself. i just want to be with you right now, okay?” your voice is gentle, knowing he’s on edge.

“i know you can handle yourself, you shouldn’t have to.” he says through gritted teeth. you can tell he’s trying to keep himself together, but his knuckles are turning white, he’s shaking, and looking away from you. which he never does, unless he’s about to cry.

the parking lot is empty by now. you grab steve’s hand and pull yourself closer to him.

“whats wrong stevie? talk to me, love.” you bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there.

“i don’t like that he was talking to you like that,” his voice trembles, “and i don’t like that it was because of me. you shouldn’t have to deal with that stuff.”

logically, it made no sense. but he was blaming himself anyways. thinking maybe his high school reputation made people believe that your relationship could be tainted easily. that he could never actually make someone happy.

"steve," you climb over to sit in his lap, "that's not true, you know that. it's not your fault at all, it's nobody's fault except for that weird guy." steve's face returned to its original sunshine state. "and we both know you don't own me. if you owned me I wouldn't be allowed to drive a car." you giggled, referring to the time you casually told him that you ran over a curb on the way home. he laughed with you, resting his head on yours and holding you.

"i know, it just makes me mad that people say that shit to you."

you look up at him. "well, i guess you're just going to have to take me to your house to keep me safe, harrington."

"i think you might be right, lovey."

[vidalinav]

I already have a Thanksgiving chapter for Stu(died), but there is suppose to be a Christmas chapter too. So if you'd like a snip snip, here it is.

~

“You like her,” Feyre notes softly.

But Cassian can barely hear what she says. Her words slur together, blending into the background of small-town voices and the hum of familiarity. He’s too busy staring at Nesta anyway to attend to what she says.

Nesta looks at wooden Christmas ornaments from across the stands, and her hair floats down her back when it’s usually in braids and she is the embodiment of the word home. He knows that to be truer than any fact he’s memorized or any papers he’s read just to impress Nesta with his knowledge of the human genome. And as he watches her stare at the ornaments, Cassian wonders if he should not buy one himself to commemorate the fact that he is here with her, that he gets to see her like this... If only for a four-hour ride back to her family home.

Nesta takes great care to mind her own personal space, Cassian finds in his analysis. She moves away quickly if others move too close to her. She lightly touches the star-shaped and acorn-shaped wood and moves off to the side, out of people’s way. It’s a wonder to see someone so opinionated and assertive and confident, someone more arrogant than he’s ever known her to be shy… trying so hard to remain unseen.

How can she really think she’ll go unnoticed?

Nesta’s a star made only for the tops of trees.

“That’s it!”

Cassian startles as Feyre claps at his side.

“I’m going to have to help. This isn’t a mission for the truly novice.”

“Novice?”

But Feyre continues, a spark of determination in her eyes. “You can be a hopeless romantic, fine. But you can’t be so hopeless, you never make it to the romantic.”

Cassian doesn’t bother mentioning the fact that he thinks he’s been doing pretty well with her sister so far, regardless of the fact that she walks away from him every time he joins a booth she’s at. Two kisses does not make a novice.

“Nesta loves gas stations, you know,” Feyre lists, raising a finger. Number One. “She probably wouldn’t want you to know that, but I’m telling you this for a reason so you can have a leg up. You’re going to need help getting through to her. She loves gas stations and grocery stores. Books. Tea. Romance—don’t let her convince you that she doesn’t want to be romanced.”

Feyre points at him, giving out commands. She looks at him as if he should have been taking notes. She raises a finger as if to say wait and she unzips her backpack as if to hand him a pad of paper and a pen. Jot this down.

“Nesta hates vulnerability so you’re going to have to be deceptive. Don’t go and ruin things by being honest. Coercion is the only way you’ll survive.”

Cassian’s beginning to see the family resemblance.

~

I've been hard at work finishing the next chapter and it felt weird posting it in October, so since the Thanksgiving chapter is posted, it might finally be time to post the next chapter so I can finish this before Christmas.

@unhealthyfanobsession @arinbelle

[bumblingbriars]

📻 + three more BB ocs of your choice >:)

Bro wants to be fed so bad. I admire it

Arthur:

Arthur is a lover boy!! He's a hopeless romantic who instantly falls for Kat. How could this song not fit him? It's sweet, soft, and everything Arthur embodies as a person. He makes Kat feel loved and helps anchor her.

Georgia:

Her friendship with Kat is paramount to who she is as a person today. That is her bird of a feather, her platonic soulmate, her little (older) sister. Ik this song is more of a romantic connotation, but I've seen people take a platonic route with it too--I honestly view the song as either way, but obv here its platonic lol. Anyway, Kat is one of the most important people in her life. Can't separate them.

Kat:

Another Kat song! This also fits Etta for similar reasons, but rn we're talking about Kitty Kat alright. Anyway, Kat has doubts about herself and always gets stuck in her head despite the confident air she puts on. But when the music starts playing and she gets into it, she feels truly free to express herself and BE herself. It's her happy place.

[loz37]

Period drama week 2023-

Lady Violet Crawley (Maggie Smith), the absolute queen of Downton Abbey. What more can be said?

Best line: I'm a woman Mary, I can be as contrary as I choose.

Day 6: Favourite characters.

William Buxton (Tom Hiddleston), Cranfords resident dog dad. Have to give a shout out to Sykes, Hiddles may have been my teenage crush but he will forever be my favourite actor RIP.

Best trait: Hopeless romantic.

Elizabeth Butler (Charlie Murphy) she has it all talent to sing, brains to train as a doctor, born into money yet has a heart for those "beneath" her. Truly embodies the spirit of Rebellion, I wish she was in the second series or at least had more than that one line mention.

Best feat: Joined the Easter rising faught and healed, all while looking stunning in her wedding dress.

This is in no particular order appart from definitely number 1.

Best line: Wouldn't dream of it *sassiest head wobble known to mankind*

Captain Declan Fraser (Frank Blake), Sanditon season twos real heartthrob. Them eyes you could swim in with the sarcastic smile, why did any of the ladies look at anyone else? Heroic, intelligent, dry sense of humour and sensitive to boot. Austinesque swoonwodthyness at its peak.

Abigail Hill (Emma Stone), so pure yet so evil, no wonder she is The Favourite. Amazing characterisation, still can't figure out if I love or loath her but I'm here for it.

Greatest feat: Changes the course of a war whilst holding the position of a maid.

Benadict Bridgerton (Luke Thompson). If Colin is the labrador of the family, Benadict is the cat. Appreciative of the finer things in life, values aesthetics, is willing to play by his own rules and is very loving to his family (I especially love his relationship with Eloise, he doesn't understand her struggles but he still wants to listen and share a cheeky cig).

Best line: Poetry is the art of revealing precious truth with words.

[reverend-meat]

i was tagged by @wndfsh, so here are five of my favorite characters! (thanks for the tag!) In no particular order... 1.VHD I just think that D is... such a good spin on the traditional hero, in a way that is still very traditional. I love that its a re-tellilng of a cowboy on a tireless trek, with no home. D is such a good meshing of the traditional macho wanderer while also being... such a retelling of it? Ethereally beautiful and soft spoken, while also being so distant that you the watcher feel that you don't know him at all. I love love love love it. D has resigned himself to sit by and watch time go by, like a stone in a river and I love that.

2.Zidane Tribal One of my oldest fave characters. I remember playing FF9 when it first came out for the PS1, or rather, watching my family play it. I was always so enthralled by Zidane. He is the foil to Cloud and Squalls' moody teenage heroism. A bright and excitable hero who despite being rougish and a thief, wants to do the right thing? He wants to save the girl and help his friends, he wants to save the kingdom and all because its the right thing to do? I always loved that he is so runty in stature and so lithe compared to a lot of the american comic book archetypes I grew up with. I'm also a sucker for a character who is a hopeless romantic. LOVE HIM.

3.Vincent Valentine My beloved undead hopeless romantic. I - okay I remember playing Dirge of Cerberus over and over again for the ps2. Going through a time in my life where I felt completely isolated, freakish and like no one would ever understand or even like me. Vincent took all of those things and embodies them all. Still, he does his best to do the right thing. This man is TIRED but... I suppose I always liked that he was gloomy. And that he had people who cared about him despite that.

Yeah we all make jokes about how he needs to get over Lucrecia but... I love that he didn't? He is a character that's been through so much and will never be his old self again. That has always resonated with me.

4.Vivi Ornitier HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY. Just a little runty guy doing his best and I love that for him. Truly that's it. That's all. We all go on a journey to find out if we're really human and what that even means.

5.Kite

Another gloomy guy. Something about characters with stitches has always appealed to me. Limbs that are mismatched and ill-fitting, skin that feels alien. Being a zombie shambling through your own life. I love that he has a poor attitude about everything. I love that he's a loner, even by Hunters' standards. I love that his only friend is a talking clown head of his own making. Also long hair morose hook nose, all my favorite features. King shit.

[caramariafilm]

The Man Who Fell in Love with the Sky - Writing

27th January - Casting Calls

Abbie needed information to make the casting calls for the film, and we wanted to get these out as soon as possible so we could start auditioning for our characters.

The information she needed was a logline, a short summary of the story, as well as character descriptions for both Arthur and Lila.

Loglines always scare me as there's so much relying on one sentence! I drafted out four different versions to show Abbie and Ivan just to get some general input on what worked best.

The film summary was okay to write, as I was pretty familiar with what I needed to include after screenwriting last semester.

It was the character descriptions I found hard for some reason. I kept finding myself straying into descriptions of appearance - while still trying to stay general - but ultimately having to remove them as they were unnecessary.

Logline options: 

1 - Locked in a pure and undying bond, Arthur must prove to the sky that his love is true.

1.5 - Locked in a pure and undying bond with the sky, Arthur must prove his love is true.

2 - As a lonesome man finds solace in the sky, he must show her the depths of his love.

3 - The bounds of heaven and Earth blurred, Arthur must prove his undying love to the sky.

4 - With a bond untouched by the complexities of the world, Arthur has one final attempt to show his love to the sky. 

I ended up choosing number 2! But it was good to have multiple options :)

My short summary:

Lost in the solitude of his existence, Arthur finds solace in the vast, ever-changing beauty of the sky. As he falls deeper in love, Arthur finds himself struggling to truly connect to her, coming up with one final attempt to be together. The complexities of his connections with Lila on solid ground cause him to slowly lose faith in his love, and a storm shakes him into a profound realisation - that Arthur’s heart is intertwined with the mysteries of the sky. In order to prove his wholehearted love to the sky, he endeavours to learn the art of flight, weaving a tender narrative that explores the balance between earthly love and the boundless expanse above.

And here are the character descriptions I wrote: 

Arthur - male and masculine presenting, early 20’s (LEAD) 

Arthur embodies the essence of a hopeless romantic, a perpetual daydreamer whose maddening love for the sky is ever-present. His expressions carry a mix of curiosity and melancholy, with an enigmatic energy that isolates him from the world. 

Lila - female/feminine presenting, early 20’s (SUPPORTING)

With a vibrant and assertive presence, Lila’s energy contrasts against Arthur’s dreamy disposition. She is clearly determined, and attempts to ground Arthur with her energetic personality - softened with caring looks and radiant smiles.

I wanted to keep them fairly short just to ensure we got as many applications as possible.

For the audition tapes, Abbie also asked if I was able to source monologues that matched the characters energy so we could send these out in response to the casting calls.

I spoke to Ivan about this for suggestions too, however I already had a clear idea of a monologue for the protagonist Arthur - Joel's opening monologue from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I sent Ivan the tape and he agreed. The script I found for this scene was inaccurate/an earlier draft and didn't match with the clip. So, I typed out the monologue and copied into Celtx so it would have a similar format, as well as sending Abbie the opening scene clip so the actors auditioning had a reference.

Link to opening monologue from Eternal Sunshine: https://youtu.be/o-Tg6RvzI3o 

For Lila, I thought about just finding a monologue of clementine as they both had similar characteristics. However Ivan suggested Harry's ending monologue from When Harry Met Sally. After watching the scene, I completely agreed.

I had a similar script issue with this scene so I did the same again and just typed it out.

Link to final monologue from When Harry Met Sally: https://youtu.be/g4ODPyUxLNw 

[warblest]

about.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: kurt elizabeth hummel. AGE: 17. GENDER: male. SEX: male. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual.

TRAITS

HEIGHT: 5'5". WEIGHT: 110 lbs. ETHNICITY: caucasian. HAIR: chocolate brown. EYES: baby blue. BUILD: slender, feminine, delicate. SCENT: vanilla, milk, rosemary. VOICE: high, girlish, sweet.

PHOBIAS

death. of his loved ones and himself. with his mother’s death during his childhood, his father’s health issues, and as a victim of severe harassment, kurt is especially vulnerable to the threat of such harm. rejection. before he revealed his orientation, kurt feared his father would be homophobic. living in a small town which does not have lgbt rights or representation, he is not accepted by the general population. sex. kurt is sexually repressed and sexually dysfunctional, with intense feelings of fear, shame, and remorse associated with it. any and all attempts to explore his own sexual curiosity and desires have been negative experiences, and he refuses to learn basic sex education.

PERSONALITY

kurt is a sensitive and emotional boy, who openly expresses his traditionally feminine interests, and who strives for a career in both theatre and fashion. he comes from a struggling, lower middle class family, but yearns to become more than his humble beginnings. he holds his family and friends dear to him, treating them with warmth, empathy, and kindness. a hopeless romantic, he wants to find love, having experienced only rejection from every boy he has had romantic feelings for. as a victim of severe harassment throughout high school, kurt is very anxious, and both emotionally and physically vulnerable. rather than general anxiety, his worries are from and about his primary issues: to be hurt again, to be truly unloved, and his poor regard of himself, in addition to ordinary adolescent troubles. he previously struggled with very low self-esteem, suffered from depression, and passively contemplated suicide. his self-esteem is still rather low, despite his efforts to hide it. he refuses to confront and resolve his issues, such as: his psychological damage from being subjected to physical abuse and sexual assault, his severe sexual repression and dysfunction, and his previous depression and suicidism. kurt is defiant towards those who antagonize him, but his confident façade does not protect him, nor does it prevent others from victimizing him. kurt has unhealthy coping methods: he relies on ineffective defensive measures ( verbal retorts in response to physical harassment, refusing to acknowledge verbal harassment, and physical self-defense in extreme cases ), he is in denial of and dismissive of his issues to others, as well as occasionally denying his issues and feelings to himself, and in the event where the aforementioned methods are ineffective, such as when he is physically overpowered, kurt’s final option is utter submission, both physical and verbal to his mistreatment. kurt is a bittersweet boy: loving with a broken heart, forgiving in spite of his struggles, and enduring in hopes of brighter times ahead.

BIOGRAPHY

kurt had a happy childhood with his mother and father, indulging in ballet classes, piano lessons, and tea parties. but after the death of his mother when he was eight years old, his family dynamic became severely strained, as he was neglected by his grieving father. his father embodied everything which was traditionally masculine, and he hoped for kurt to be the same. although kurt had been aware of his orientation since early childhood, he would deny it to others, lie about his fashion choices, and play sports, in order to attempt to pass as heterosexual. at school, kurt was relentlessly harassed by his peers, while his mistreatment was overlooked by the teachers. he suffered from very low self-esteem, depression, and was passively suicidal. after he joined the glee club, he began to make friends for the first time. kurt admitted his orientation to his father, who accepted him, and he no longer tried to hide his homosexuality. kurt’s father began dating the mother of a boy, finn, whom kurt developed romantic feelings for. finn was everything kurt was not: an athlete, popular at school, and influential with his fellow peers. finn had also bullied kurt briefly, but kurt forgave him when finn became kinder to him. kurt tried to express his feelings towards finn with increasing persistence, however, finn rejected kurt and called him a homophobic slur. kurt, hurt by finn’s outburst, distanced himself from finn, and refused finn’s attempts to make amends. there was a brief time when, upset by the attention his father was giving finn, kurt attempted to pass as heterosexual: kissing and holding hands with the opposite sex, lowering his voice, and wearing different clothing. however, kurt’s father realized his neglect was causing kurt unhappiness, and they agreed to accept each other for how they were. kurt immediately stopped trying to suppress his natural personality. kurt’s experiences at his high school threatened his sense of security. he suffered from emotional degradation ( called slurs ), physical abuse ( shoved into lockers, thrown into dumpsters ), sexual assault ( kissed ), and death threats. during this time, kurt met another openly homosexual student, blaine. blaine gave kurt the courage to confront his primary abuser, which was ineffective and only led to worse mistreatment. kurt and blaine became close friends. finn, confronted by kurt’s father, realized he had allowed kurt to be abused without interference. after the marriage of their parents, finn promised to protect kurt, even at the expense of his social status at school, and kurt forgave him. however, kurt’s abuser went unpunished for his actions, as his behavior only became increasingly violent and hostile. with the school taking insufficient action to protect kurt, he transferred to dalton academy, where blaine was enrolled. he became a member of the a cappella choir, the warblers. on valentine’s day, kurt confessed he was in love with blaine. however, blaine rejected kurt, explaining that he didn’t want to ruin their friendship by complicating it with romance.

[camswish]

Marauder’s playlists

I wanted to post these on tt, but I have family and friends on there that have no idea what a marauder is. So enjoy having the playlists that I made for James, Siri, Remus, Peter and Regulus and my debrief of why I did them the way I did, because of course I took this assignment very seriously and had to build a story.

Let’s start with the rat king, Peter.

This one was a tricky one, I truly despise what the character of Peter represents and everything that he did to his friends. I truly cannot see how he was able to betray James and Lily like that, and not only that but to frame Sirius??? Oh my boy was a fucking maniac.

Buuut you also need to wonder why this betrayal hurted so much to the others, and it had to be because at the time. Peter was a true friend, someone to laugh and cry with. We never truly get to know the reasoning or feelings of Peter towards the war. We know he was scared, but what else? Who drew him to “the dark side” ?

With this playlist I wanted to embody that. The first songs are really happy and chill, they are actually songs that I truly love and think that Peter would have loved in his years at Hogwarts. Then we get to Spaces by One Direction.

Right after this song is where Pete started to change and doubt his way and side on the war. He was feeling left out, out of his comfort zone. I supposed that Peter was truly aware that they were only kids being thrown to a war none of them asked for, he didn’t want to die, and can we really blame him for that? So he checked his options and at the time I think he just acted on survival instincts and saw that Voldys side was winning and not dying, so…A part of me likes to think that maybe he joined the DE ranks so he could have a pull when Voldemort ascended to power and save his friends. DELUSION.

We end this playlist with No surprises by Radiohead. Peter ends his own life by yet again betraying the side he was supposed to be in, and the last thing he sees is James’s son trying to save him…so yeah.

Enjoy!

LET’S CONTINUE!

Next one is Siri. Oh my lovely and narcissist Sirius.

Sirius’s was actually pretty easy to make (as easy as him) 🤌🏻

But that is cause, even tho Sirius likes to act all mysterious and secretive, he can be read like an open book. I believe that it is the aftermath of living so many years repressing his own emotions, his own act of rebellion was to feel and show it.

We start with Dude looks like a Lady by Aerosmith cuz why not? We love or gender envy majesty. Sirius is messy and likes to keep up his rockstar facade only to be unmasked and show that he is a hopeless romantic that cares too much about the people he loves. Remus fell first but Sirius fell harder.

And then he gets disowned, that is when we get to Seven by Taylor swift. The next three songs showed the sadness and loneliness he felt at that time, the song Safe & Sound is so so special to me. It is a perfect example of how the relationship between Sirius and regulus was “I remember you said, <<Don’t leave me here alone>> but all of that has gone and passed” . Uff I actually cried when building that part on the playlist. I care for that song a little too much.

We end this playlist with Heroes by David Bowie. Sirius Black had a god complex, he wanted to save everyone but he forgot to save himself in the end. Good thing is, he encountered his best friend in the after life :’)

[mxtchalilies]

hi rimi ! your new year's end event sounds so cute <3

can i request for akaashi keiji? i had a dream of an empty ballroom, with music playing. could you make a potion with stars, crow's feather, and black sand?

"Ri, hello there!" the witch beams brightly before nervously glancing at the parchment paper, eyeing the order to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, "We're off to a tragic start, aren't we?"

                 you were the right love, but you came at the wrong time

                                ପ. . . 🌙( AKAASHI KEIJI ) ᨒ♥︎ミ

—you took a sip from the bottle. . . 𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼 ꕤ .ﾟ

CONCEPTS: —> stars, crow’s feather, black sand (star-crossed lovers, catching feelings, relaxation)

DREAM: —> an empty ballroom, with music playing (ROYALTY AU)

—the mix is the color of midnight, but you can see faint pink hues trying to hold on. . . 𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼 ꕤ .ﾟ

๑՞.◡̈ “There is a reason for everything.” A purpose the world lays beneath every little fraction of your day; within all the little minutes of your life. Love is no stranger to this concept—it buries its value and reason beneath each and every miniscule action we do and every little scene that plays out in the memories of our hearts. So why does it hurt to accept this truth?

—it prickles your tongue but embodies a sweetness too good to be real. . . 𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼 ꕤ .ﾟ

୨୧ You met Prince Akaashi Keiji of the Fukurodani Kingdom many moons back. You couldn’t recall how long it had been since your first encounter, but the scene is still as fresh as day in your mind. A dizzying array of steps, the gleaming gold embeds of the ballroom, and fairly distinct tunes were all in fault for your sudden distress. An invisible weight of pressure suddenly translated into an actual pressure on your head—you internally curse at the migraine you’re having in the middle of a crowded ball.

୨୧ Feeling two taps on your left shoulder, “Your highness, are you feeling alright?” A silvery but hushed voice from Prince Akaashi prompted the question and drowned out your stress from moments ago. Were you in your right mind, you would’ve panicked even more since you knew exactly who you’re talking to. But what started out as a soothing driven by concern led to countless days spent meeting each other.

୨୧ It’s a paradox, how you have no faith in love yet remain a hopeless romantic. You long for that true love’s kiss fairytales would chatter on about, but truly stay in fantasies. The world you live in is harsh—marriages are forged out of contract, not made out of love. Still, slapping yourself with reality’s lessons didn’t lessen the flame in your heart.

୨୧ Admittedly, it’s the eyes that got you, and it always will be. That blue ocean, filled with words he wouldn’t so easily slip up and thoughts roaring in his head. You then saw there was wisdom in his words, and silent courage in his ways. You loved how fit he was to govern with a lawful rule; but considerate and even gentle to the people he holds dear. You used to love one thing about him; and now you love everything about him.

୨୧ Falling for him was like dancing in an empty ballroom: both your silence speaks a thousand words, and you’re in your own little world. A confusing but loving world crafted by both your hands, with nothing else but the sound of a blooming love accompanying you both. How both your eyes shared the same longing look urged you to finally be with the prince.

୨୧ And yet, there was but one problem. One shiny, tiny, problem. How cruel fate was to adorn both your left fingers in rings—only one was in a shining gold, and the other a metallic silver. You were to be wed to a different prince, the one in the kingdom known as a family friend of yours. Akaashi too is engaged. It just stings even more after you found out he’s engaged to your sister, whom he visited at the ball during the night you two met.

—you suddenly feel light, free even, but sadness lingers in your heart. . . 𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼 ꕤ .ﾟ

This was the last dance you’ll ever have with Prince Keiji.

The music was slow-paced, and you noted how the couples in the room took their time to pour their love in each step. It’s meant to be for lovers, those with a bond inextinguishable by any force. Whether everyone rehearsed or danced freely, this is one of the few times you couldn’t distinguish what’s bonded by pen and what’s decided by fate. The melody plays on and the room falls into comfort, but with every passing minute, all you can feel is more emptiness and dread for what’s to come.

“(Name) dear, look at me will you?”

It’s those eyes. That same damn blue hues that you’ve come to love so much. You may have heard the voice, but it’s the eyes that stuck with you. Those eyes that grabbed your curiosity. The same ones you swore reciprocated the love in your own. And the same blue eyes that fell into an unspoken despair for days before tonight.

‘I can’t look at you, otherwise I might never let you go.’

“Keiji, you owe me and my sister an explanation on why you saved your last dance for me.”

Both your feet glided in time with the beat and everyone else's “This is the last dance we’ll ever have,” he began. A moment of silence passed as the romantic tune plays distinctly, before Akaashi continues, “we can elope, my star. I don’t care if we end up shunned by our kingdoms, and I don’t care if we become fugitives. I will protect you. I swear by the night sky, and I’ll vow to the morning sun.”

He dips you, and the music came to a sudden halt, “I have never—I can’t ever love someone the way I love you.” a few seconds after and you’re both back dancing with the same grace from the beginning.

It was in that moment you felt the dread you were anticipating. A conflict arises within you with no clear victor ever seeming to emerge just yet. The rational part of you tells you to reject his advances: you’re both about to marry your fiancés, the idea is preposterous! But the heart wants what it wants, and it screams and yearns for the man before you.

At your words, Akaashi grips you closer to him and allows silence to sit heavy once more. It stings, it hurts so bad that you want to cry. It pains you how easily you crumble because of your own words. The unfiltered, bitter, tragedy you call the truth. One where you met the right love at the wrong time, a bittersweet tragedy you went through yourself.

“Love will never work in our favor.”

”You don’t know if you haven’t tried-”

”We don’t need to try, because I know it will never work.”

It was then you found yourself in a dizzying room: your hand gripping his, with a golden band twinkling in mockery, and a music that sounds too melancholy for love. Even as the music dies down, neither of your grips faltered. For you both knew, this was the last time you’d be in each other’s arms.

“Please don’t give up. I promise, the stars will align for us.”

“You can’t just make empty promises, Keiji.”

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[kodzumie-archived]

could you write cuddling hcs for nagito? tysm

❝CUDDLING❞

Synopsis; Cuddling with Nagito.

Featuring; Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Kodzumie’s Note; Of course I will! Thank you for your request, love! I hope you’ve had a wonderful day today. Mwah! <3

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

⤷ Throughout your relationship, Nagito was never one to initiate any sort of physical conveying of affection.

⤷ Unable to push forth due to the capsule of doubt and disdainful reluctance his mind traps him in, caging him with thoughts of how scum like him shouldn’t dare taint you with his filthy touch.

⤷ He’s aware he shouldn’t be thinking such a way, you’ve instilled it in his head a million times that he’s not as worthless as he thinks he is. You find value within him, yet despite that he simply cannot accept that he has any right to initiate such intimate contact with someone as ethereal as you; as hope-filled as you.

⤷ But his desires subconsciously seep into his habits, providing themselves as hintings towards what he wants. Whether it be that he scoots closer to you when sitting beside one another whilst watching a movie, resting his hand amidst the space between you two waiting to be held, or even keeping his gaze trained on your form for longer than intended.

⤷ Eventually, you get the hint and figure out what it is that he wants. Thankfully, you act on this realization and pull him closer to you, tucking your head between the crook of his neck.

⤷ Nagito is quite the fan of cuddling along with any form of physical display of affection; hand-holding, kisses and anything to brush up on your form.

⤷ Yet his favorite positions are the honeymoon hug and sweetheart’s cradle! Both being ever-so intimate and allowing both partners to bask in delicately sincere adoration.

⤷ A secret Nagito has yet to tell; he’s a hopeless romantic. He adores the concept of romance itself and the gestures that culminate to be the embodiment of passion.

⤷ Though he prefers sweetheart’s cradle over the honeymoon hug due to his romanticized idealism of the position itself; it’s casual, yet clings onto the title of compassion with a heartfelt grip.

⤷ Nagito enjoys laying his head against the side of your chest, leaning towards your collarbone almost as your arm wraps around him, pulling him close. It’s almost as though it were a side hug, the warmth of your body providing him comfort as your attention was drawn elsewhere.

⤷ Typically, your free arm would be used to hold your phone as you hold Nagito to your side. His interpretation of the passion within this position managing to ease him further into you, a smile upon his lips.

⤷ Even as you scroll through your phone—even as your mind is elsewhere—you continued to hold him close. Your breathing synchronized with his as he drifts to his thoughts, shutting his eyes.

⤷ It’s so peaceful; so incredulously casual that he almost feels at ease to initiate such a position himself.

⤷ The feeling of resting against you, ready to fall into the clutches of slumber as you cradle him is his comfort. His mind managing to calm the storm of irrationality from within your grasp and allowing him a moment of solace.

⤷ He prefers to be held, but he’d merrily oblige if you would like to be cradled instead. The position you two find yourselves situated in is typically dependent on what you want, so for his suggestion, you’ll likely have to pester him for a bit.

⤷ Though his heart metaphorically flutters at your consideration of his opinion. He truly appreciates and takes to heart your deliberation of his feelings towards things, it’s yet another of the hundreds of things that he loves about you.

⤷ When cuddling with Nagito, he’s almost always cold. His body is rather sensitive and, due to his sickness, he’s never truly at an appropriate body temperature.

⤷ But you don’t think much of it as you take him into your arms, laying back as he lays between your legs and situates his head atop your chest; yet another position he finds comfort in.

⤷ He enjoys gazing into your eyes, a lovestruck glimmer within his ghostly green orbs as he nuzzles against you. Your warmth along with the blanket draped over the two of you serving as neutrality to his frigid body temperature.

⤷ Fun fact; whenever you and Nagito are in this position, he draws various shapes into your skin with his fingers. At least, you assume these are random shapes that mean ultimately nothing.

⤷ But those imaginative drawings are not, in fact, random shapes but rather various rings; engagement rings.

⤷ As mentioned before, Nagito is, really and truly, a romantic. His heart is doused in hope for a future alongside you; a future where he’s still the one to be held in your arms like this.

⤷ He merely hopes that you’d want the same. Perhaps one day you’ll peer closer and decipher the arrays of invisible wedding rings Nagito has drawn into your skin with his fingertips. Or perhaps you’ll never know.

⤷ Though he doesn’t dwell over those idealistic thoughts for much longer as he holds you closer, pressing a kiss against your cloth-covered collarbone, smiling down at you.

⤷ Nagito knows full well that being in a relationship with you, much less a mutually gratifying one, was a shot of luck. Wishful thinking of marriage seems like a dream too far to reach.

⤷ But the hope within his heart burns strong. And its ember combusts into uncontrollable flames when he finds himself cradled by you. It’s wishful thinking, but scum like him can dream, right?

[kojinnie]

congrats again on two hundred kojin, this event idea is super creative !! i really love the way u write reiner and he’s my absolute favorite so,,, i’d like to request hours 8, 20, and 21 for him (* ´∀`)♪

[RE:] Kojinnie’s Milestone Celebration :: 24/7 Writing Event

MOONIE BABY! Thank you for the request, and just to be clear the feeling’s mutual since your Reiner pieces have always been my top ones. I love you 😿🖤 So please, kindly enjoy this one!

08.00: The things they wish they could change about themselves 20.00: How do they sleep at night with you 21.00: Things that turn them on [Minor DNI]

A/N: Grammar errors everywhere, at this point I don’t even know which verb I should use, as long as you understand right? Hehe ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

08.00 The things that Reiner wanted to change from himself varied throughout his life. This was a man who had a deep resentment toward himself, and even when he felt like he had “fixed” one thing he hated about himself, he’d always point-out other reason to hate his own. Growing up, he always wished that he could be stronger, slimmer, and faster – he’d look at young Bertholdt and thought, “I wish I could be as tenacious as he is,” and then to Marcel he’d wish, “I wish I could be a strong leader like him.” – it’s a vicious cycle of constantly comparing himself to other people.

It was canon that after Marcel died, all he wished for was to be stronger, in every aspect – physically and especially mentally, for him to be able to fend on inside the walls. He wanted to be like Annie, who had a clear motive and not fell into the snare of growing sympathies that he started to feel for their fellow cadets. Reiner wished he could change the thing that made him humane, which was his empathy, his caring for other people, his gentleness and kindness. He thought it would be easier if he meant all the killings he had done, he wished he truly believed the propaganda set by the Marleyan government, he wished he had truly hated all the times and friends he had in Paradis. He wished he could change the fact that he was a good person conditioned to do bad things for survival.

20.00 I headcanon that Reiner had this solid distinction he made in his mind between “having sex” and “sleeping together”, in which he held a grandeur perception towards the latter. I know, it’s odd, but he’s just a hopeless romantic at heart. This is because he’d feel most vulnerable when he’s asleep, it’s the only time he’d ever be at peace with the wars in his mind, and he wanted to sleep next to a person he could truly trust. I don’t think he would truly fall into deep slumber with someone who just engages in casual sex with him, he’d probably linger around in bed post-sex, and when his partner fell asleep, he’d probably sleep in the other room or just lay around on the couch until morning comes.

So, it’s quite a big deal for Reiner to sleep with someone who’s in a relationship with him. He’d make sure that his bed was well-plopped, his dirty sheets changed, and the blanket big enough for the two of you.  As you drifted to slumber, he’d have his big hands on the small of your back, keeping your chest latched on his body all night long – all the light touches on your skin, how he’d tangle his fingers with yours and admire the size difference. His mind would race to all the beautiful scenarios with you he’d created in his mind, and before you were fully unconscious, he’d do strange yet heartwarming gesture like making an ‘o’ sign with his fingers, and slid it down your fourth finger, mindlessly ‘measuring’ the girth that would be of the ring he’d give to you someday. After you’d fallen deeply into your slumber, he’d just savor the hours passing by staring at your face now resting soundlessly on his chest or stomach. He’d be giddy inside, couldn’t seem to believe that a guy as wretched as he thought he was would ever be blessed with such loving intimacy he had been craving for his whole life. He’d be stroking your hair all night, putting aside the hairs that fell on your face, so you could get an unobstructed view of your sleeping expression. When you moved your head from his chest to the pillow, he’d guide you while your gaze still hazy with drowsiness. He’d make sure that you slept facing towards him, and he’d kiss the bridge on your nose even if you found it annoying, he’d kiss it again until you softly chuckled and told him to go back to sleep, not knowing that he’d love to stay up all night just to worship the embodiment of his love.

21.00 Physically there is one part of human anatomy that Reiner just couldn’t get enough of and it would be your neck. He’d be so fascinated with everything about it, the way your veins appear whenever you turn your head towards him, or the way your jawline appear as you tilt your head to look upwards to him towering over you. Something about the look of it would be so invigorating for Reiner that he wouldn’t be able to hold the hots for you all night. Whenever you’re out to have dinner with him, he’d try to disguise his obvious fascination towards your neck by looking at your eyes and then pretended to fiddle with whatever was on the table just so he could take a prolonged gaze at how your neck stretch and how your skin protruded on your collarbone. There would be one thing on his mind as the night fell darker and deeper: it would be to ravish that skin and leave as many love mark as he could once the two of you get back home.

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 5 | " ILLICIT AFFAIRS "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @serendipitysung @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee @stxrryemxlys

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“The morning sun has come, and the evening moon is gone. Dearlings, I am elated to apprise you of the events at the debutantes’ ball that occurred as of late, and must I warn you, they're not for the feeble spirits!

The ton is abuzz with the most beefy tale as Northumberland’s jewel among the lovely rocks, Miss Y//n Park, has earned herself a ticket to glory! She danced with the most favored noblemen in the ton and surely, she went home with a hearty grace as she'll most likely expect an abundant roster of suitors in the following days.

Not only was she offered a dance by our dear second-born, Lord Yang, but she also had the privilege and pleasure to be twirled around the court by the most charming, Lord Lee, and the ever coveted nobleman among the ton, Lord Park, the next-in-line Duke of Northumberland!

Where's the beef you might ask? Well, it seems to me that these men are blindfoldedly playing fire with each other.

Not only does Lord Lee has women wrapped easily around his fingers, he has men too! With a sly steal of Miss Y/n’s hand from Lord Yang last night, he certainly left the chap earnestly plotting for a segue of intrusion- and Lord Yang intriguingly delivered!

With the timing in its most opportune, Lord Yang managed to finally dance with the young miss, in private! Ooh! This is new! My senses told me they spent their waltz in the Queen’s library, alone! How in the world did they let this happen to the ton’s jewel unchaperoned? That is something the Daily Tattle is unfortunately unable to unearth, but the mystery will continue to haunt us for long. Do take note: the more you hide in careful secret, the more people will know and hear about it.

What happened next will have you either boggled, or enchanted! The young lord abruptly rushed out the room before the music even ended! Should that be counted as a waltz at all? Before you ask about the enchanting part, Miss Y/n was seen dashing out the room moments later in tears and evident heartache. What do you think happened in the mere minutes of alone time in that large 4-cornered room?

But come now, enchanting stories aren't as they are without a knight in shining armor. In fact, in our young miss’ case, her knight wasn't clad in shining, silver sheath, but in magnificent and elegant, vintage red tailcoat draped over a loose white jabot shirt that’s cleanly tucked into the black, satin knee breeches, finished off with a pair of shiny Hessian boots. With skin as white almost akin to snow, it complemented perfectly with his ravishing fit. The beautiful marquess certainly dressed himself valiantly for the seasonal occasion. With that stunning presence, anyone would surely presume he went to the ball looking like a duke in careful search of a duchess.

Lord Park and Miss Y/n surprisingly became one of the ball’s highlights as they graced the Royal Court with the most heart-stopping, corset-itching, tantalizing waltz. All the while their faces are almost an inch apart from each other, a brooding identity was found hiding in the crowded corner of the hall! Under the bright gleam of the grand chandeliers, our dearest second-born, Lord Yang, was seen eyeing the two with such stare that even the buffy slice of vanilla cake on Lord Sunoo’s plate could almost melt in a blink of an eye!

Among the splendid tales told by yours truly, which tea do you think tastes like sweet ecstasy of oddity and fervor? It is the ton's tradition to portend the lady’s endgame by the person whom she had her last waltz with. From one man to another, should these prophecies dictate Miss Y/n Park’s fate?

Well, don't turn your heads away now! The story's just begun.”

The mid-morning sunrays peek through the large leaves and busty trunks of the hibernating redwood trees lining in disarray. Y/n is just about to plummet into her habitual readings in the Kielder forest and the autumnal breeze is keeping up with her bubbly morning approach, fortunately.

The sounds of the birds chirping and the dead leaves crunching under her shoes creep up through her puff sleeves making her tingle in giddiness and enthusiasm. She deeply inhales the aromatic forest and lets out a giggle in the process. With jumpy leaps and crispy leaves echoing in her every move, the young lady surely knows where she's going in this partly mysterious forest that is most often open only to men and men alone.

Somewhere deep in the evergreen woods, Y/n has built a fortress of her own for whenever she needs to run away from the seldom, mundane life in the manor. At the heart of Northumberland's famous Kielder Forest, lies a small, whimsical looking fort made up of translucent voile casually hanging on a tree branch. One of her lady maids helped her out with the fabric one time and it still stood prettily among the chaotic scenes that go around in the forest today.

She enters her slightly sheer fort and sits down on a pillow that she stole away from the comforts of her bedroom. Flipping the olden pages of the aged Jane Austen book she borrowed from a boy several years back, she heaves a sigh at the sight of a dead Catalpa flower resting on a particular page accompanied by a little, worn out parchment dating back to when she was a tiny ten-year-old lassie. She reads,

Her eyes drifted over the page to where the note and the old flower were situated. The pads of her fingers graze over the certain phrases that were underlined by the book's owner that says, “I cannot make speeches. If l loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am.一 You hear nothing but truth from me.一”

She suddenly feels a gush of nostalgia and loneliness upon muttering the words she had ultimately carved in her tongue way back; reciting each word with fervor while she bask herself under the brightly-lit moonlight in their garden. How can children of ten gobble up such emotions at once? So much for a pair of hopeless romantic hearts from the distant years of ten, screaming disagreements and would later huddle on a sprawled out table cloth on the flowery fields, exchanging sentimental poesies and stolen stares.

She relives the brief moments they both shared last night in the Queen’s library, and ponders on how one could be so adjacent to the changing of tides in the sea; promptly, and mostly without warning.

“Well, well, well. If it isn't the feelings I've been trying to avoid.” She whispers to the autumn air. Unfortunately, her pondering truncates as snaps of twigs and crisps off dried leaves echoes in her corner. She hastily crawls out her hand-made canopy and brushes away any pieces of tiny crumpled leaves off her dress.

“What are you doi-”

“Who are you?” She cuts off the startled chap cladded in ragged clothing, apparently embodying that of a mainland farm boy.

“Greetings, your ladyship. I come in peace and I am just here to fetch the chopped woods I’ve laboured a day prior for the farm.” The chap with a very odd accent replies with both hands hanging mid-air. “You are fully aware that you shouldn't be in this place, especially unchaperoned, right?” He continues.

“I am fully aware. But such matters shouldn't concern you.”

“Indeed, my apologies. Furthermore, I will respect your unspoken wishes if it is truly your desire to keep your whereabouts hidden from your townspeople. My lady.”

Y/n relaxes from her bold stance as she found a hint of kindness from the odd stranger. Surprisingly, she extends her hand out to the stranger for a greeting.

“Please. Call me Y/n instead.” The boy looks at her open palm for half a minute before shaking it, looking as equally surprised as the young miss with the sudden gesture.

“You live pretty far from the town, huh?”

“I do. Life's utterly chaotic over on your end?”

“Oh, you don't have the slightest idea.” They both share laughters and inside jokes of their own livelihood that made the young miss settle her shoulders down comfortably.

“I'm Jake Sim. Just Jake Sim. Apparently, my name was originally Jaeyun, but the farm folks got used with Jake and so did I. They said it sounds more Australian.”

“Why would they associate your name with something Australian?” Y/n grew more curious as it was, after all, the first time she's ever been with a person that's not of Northumberland's proper.

“I grew up in Australia.”

“That's curious. How did an Australian boy land among the ragged farms of Europe?”

“It's complicated. The story involves a lot of conspiracies so it's definitely not for your ears. Some other time, maybe?” Y/n smirks at the sudden brazenness from her newly found acquaintance.

“Is this an Australian thing where we shift from acquaintanceship to something more?” She teases.

“Certainly, if you're down to it on your next Kielder visit?”

“For sure. But as for now, I must take my leave. My presence is very much needed for the promenade scheduled for me today.” Y/n half-covers her mouth as if reaching out for a whisper, hissing the last sentence.

“Ah! Rich people things that I could never.” The chap could only roll his eyes at the fancy thought.

“See you soon, Just Jake Sim!”

“Where have you been, princess?” The young miss scoffs at the marquess upon arriving at the town’s park, with a hand immediately sliding through Lord Park’s arm.

“Down with the flirtatious remarks now, aren't we? I went to promenade with myself, Your ever handsome Grace.” Sunghoon smirks at her tiny, playful whispers against his shoulders. They go around and about, traipsing along the cemented pavements as they give away acknowledging nods and polite smiles to whomever wants their brief attention.

The ton is still in amazed shock at the possibility of these two ending up with a ring on a finger. Everyone was subtly betting for Jungwon but as a result of his loss, a much better gent carried his girl off the floor. Something he let himself do, out of cowardice perhaps, or out of pride.

“Remind me the point of all this?” Y/n carefully whispers to Sunghoon.

“To make your man jealous and spit out his genuine sentiments in the process, as well as an advantage for me as we get to keep the marriage-minded mothers of the ton at bay. Now, all we have to do is smile, nod, and appear madly in love with each other if this is to work. Is it clear enough for you?” He jerks a brow at her paired with the most charming smirk he could ever expose.

“Crystal.”

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The 8 Theory-Folklore’s Commentary on Youth

Yesterday, I took note of @taylorswift​ and her careful attention to the number 8.

“Not a lot going on at the moment” had 8 words. The 8th track is “august,” which is also the 8th month in the year. She has 8 deluxe editions of her album. Many attributed this to Folklore being Taylor’s 8th album. I thought it meant either a.) we needed to pay very close attention to track #8 or b.) that 8 references infinity, a.k.a “forever and ever.”

To my surprise, I was actually selling Taylor Swift short.

When listening to the album, there’s a lot of back and forth in emotion and circumstance. I was confused about the order, especially when the strikingly sobering “hoax” followed the self-aware almost-tranquility of “peace.” Then it hit me. There are two schools of thought going on.

There are 16 tracks on Folklore (excluding the bonus track none of us have heard). 16/2=8. This means there are 2 equal emotional song threads on the album. In other words, you can get two drastically different lessons listening to each group of 8.

When you separate the even numbered tracks from the odd numbered tracks you get the following:

Odd

the 1

the last great american dynasty

my tears ricochet

seven

this is me trying

invisible string

epiphany

peace

Even

cardigan

exile

mirrorball

august

illicit affairs

mad woman

betty

hoax

Odd Interpretation:

Starting with “the 1” and “the last great american dynasty,” the lyrics are very upfront in showing that the protagonists are making fully intentioned mistakes. “the 1” says, “in my defense, I have none for never leaving well enough alone” (I see you “ME!” reference). In “the last great American dynasty” it says, “she had a marvelous time ruining everything.” These characters’ folly is their youth-induced selfishness. They’re casual in the harm they cause because they distance themselves from it. They’re fine with what they don’t look at closely. When you’re young, you make a mess of things in service of YOUR need. Your need for companionship. Your need for the thrill of danger. Your need to make your mark, to be somebody, to leave something behind. The marvel of the excitement and the chase and the very vitality of teens to 20-somethings’ shenanigans blinds us to the scale of our destruction…

…until you have no choice but to face the consequences of your recklessness.

The next track, “my tears ricochet” is not your average track 5. It functions as a pivoting point. Now our narrator is the hurt party, the one baring the brunt of callous treatment. Fickle mistreatment is no longer so casual. Now it’s a torment, and the tormentor learns the scale of their damage. So much so, that they get burned too. They learned their lesson at a terrible price, but what’s most important is that they learned.

“seven” is a long-overlooked memory revisited. In this picture of naïve innocence, the narrator tells of their childish belief in the impossible. Through magic and play pretend and fantasy they are invincible. They have all the control in the world to control the world they live in. Obviously, this is a flawed perspective that everyone eventually grows out of. Fairy tales don’t solve real problems. The point is that their sense of self-importance is in service of a stronger moral compass than the first two songs. If we accept our responsibility to others, to do what we can to ensure their welfare, are we not better and more satisfied people for it?

“this is me trying” hears that lesson and attempts to walk the walk. Part of being responsible to your fellow human is taking accountability when you fumble. The narrator doesn’t know what to say or how to make it right. What they do know is that they’re here, they’ve put the bottle down, and that they’re willing to try what’s necessary to heal what they’ve hurt.

“invisible string” gives us the reward we’ve been waiting for. The narrator says, “cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart, now I send their babies presents.” This is someone who has gone from lashing out in anger at a partner from a burned relationship to genuinely wishing them well in their next stage in life. It’s a powerful testament when you can recognize that youth drives us all to make hurtful decisions and that no one is immune to change if they truly want to change. When you let the anger and lies go, the strings that tied you to them fade away. All that’s left is the string you want to hold onto. The string tied to the one who matters, because you’ve made the conscious decision to deduce that their worth as a person should equal yours. It’s a painful path to traverse through, but when you do it’s all worthwhile. That’s why the narrator can say with confidence “hell was the journey but it brought me to heaven.”

In any other album, a song like “invisible string” would be the quintessential emotional payoff for this story arc. However, because this album is a masterpiece, we have a different payoff point in “epiphany.” “epiphany” takes us out of the world of a romantic relationship. We hear descriptions of war and nurses dealing with the despair of this international pandemic. This point in this emotional thread is that it powerfully declares it’s not enough to do no harm nor is it enough to just empathize with your romantic partner. You MUST show your responsibility to your fellow man. Stand beside them. Empathize with them. See them as whole human beings. Do good by them. In other words, it is our duty to do right by everyone, for everyone bleeds, loves, and dies.

The 8-song selection ends with “peace.” The song begins by saying that their, “coming-of-age” has come and gone.” I believe this (along with “invisible string”) to be the most overtly “Taylor Swift” track in perspective. This is her speaking as herself. She lets us know that she’s grown through taking her mistakes, and the mistakes she learned through folklore, into account. She is overly aware of her flaws and feels she pales in comparison to her partner. Rather than allow those insecurities to manifest in unchecked rage or resentment, she takes it as a challenge for herself to do better. She knows she can never give him complete peace (due to inside and outside factors), but she can make the choice to give him unselfish promises and embrace the entirety of her partner’s life. This is a person who has learned the value of selflessness in love and life, which makes this whole thread worth everything.

Even Interpretation:

“cardigan” foreshadows the eventual failure of the even path. The odd interpretation I just described culminated in the narrator finding their place with “the one” because they’ve left everything petty and casually cruel behind. In “cardigan” it says “chase two girls, lose the one.” On top of this directly referencing the first track, it also implies the partner’s self-destruction. By toying with two girls, James is losing “the one.” I don’t think losing “the one” means that you keep one of the two of them. I think it means that engaging in that kind of behavior makes you into a person that isn’t ready, or worthy, of “the one” that they are meant to be with forever. Meeting and keeping “the one” has to require each partner to love themselves and their partner wholly, truly, and selflessly. They can’t be a cardigan you pick up and only wear on the weekends. They must be a wholehearted commitment.

“exile” shows the blowout from “cardigan.” The two couldn’t stay together, and Bon Iver’s (character’s) toxicity comes out full force. He thinks her new man is lesser than him. He’s prepared to throw punches despite being at fault over a hundred times. He’s seen the film before, and he didn’t like the ending because it didn’t work out for him. He wants her under his thumb, not having learned from his prior relationships that that just can’t work. They leave out the side doors, neither fully ready to confront the problems head on.

“mirrorball” is daring in its shift of focus. While all of the tracks I’ve mentioned thus far have dealt, in some way, with the problems that result from a young person’s selfishness, this song doesn’t do that. This song illustrates an extreme that young people participate in at the opposite end of the spectrum; radical selflessness. To be selfless means that you should never allow something that harms someone else to happen just because it benefits you. Young people, girls in particular, are often groomed to interpret selflessness differently. Their definition is synonymous with accommodation. Change your looks, change your personality, don’t object, and embody what your partner wants so that they’re happy. That’s why the symbol is the mirrorball in the song. It reflects everything in the room but itself. By explicitly not factoring in their own sense of self-respect in a relationship, they are unknowingly and tragically enabling their partner’s mistreatment. To be clear, that doesn’t mean abuse is their fault if they have low self-esteem. It’s not, even remotely. But not having the capacity to defend your self-worth is what keeps so many drawn into toxic relationships there for so long. This radical selflessness manifests itself in the other woman too. In “august” it explicitly says that she was living on the, “hope of it all” and that she would cancel plans in the name of a potential hookup with someone who was never hers. The idea of radical selflessness culminates in “illicit affairs” when one of the women deals with their addictive compulsion toward someone who treats them like a cheap lay. Their relationship is a secret that leaves her feeling used in parking lots and as though any trace of her is gone. These three songs have taken the desperate hopelessness of “Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind” to the extreme.

Many have speculated that “mad woman” is a commentary on the Taylor/Scooter conflict and I’m inclined to agree. However, if I were to assign an interpretation that goes with my theory, I would say that “mad woman” details the unforeseen consequences of a tormentor’s abuse. When a toxic partner performs bad behavior, their expectation is that they will always be found in the right. After all, Taylor noted on her previous album that for men, “everyone believes [them].” So in the face of lies about her character that everyone believes, she gets rightfully angry. Her anger is their affirmation. For many, a woman being angry on her own behalf is “crazy” and “irrational.” What kind of a society have we set up? A society that promotes women to lack self-worth and, should they find it, they’ll meet a whole other exile.

“betty” is our complete look into James’ perspective. On its own, it sounds like a big romantic gesture to get behind. However, this path is very clear to put “cardigan” first. “cardigan” says, “I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light.” Lo and behold, in “betty” he shows up to her party when she doesn’t want to see him and asks if she would, “kiss [him] on the porch in front of all [her] stupid friends.” It’s an absolute punch in the gut. Betty knows in “cardigan” that he would come back after he had his fun with another girl, but that she would take him back when he saw momentary value in her again. James in “betty” claims he didn’t know anything, but that’s just an excuse. He knew what he was doing, he knew that he would be able to pick up her broken pieces with ease, he knew he could isolate her from her friends, and he knew that he could capture the imperfect “comfort” of that cardigan again.

This path ends in the final even-numbered song, “hoax.” In the odd numbers, “peace” shows a lesson learned. This even path shows what happens when we don’t learn. The seeds of youth-driven mistakes have led us here. The narrator wants nothing outside the pain of this faithless love. Without learning what it means to be selfless, the traumas of these young relationships create a never-ending cycle. The narrator knows that the “love” is a “hoax” but doesn’t care because that’s all they have. There’s no point to wanting anything else. Without the perspective of age, of truly going beyond that, they’re stuck in a truly dark place.

Final Thoughts:

Taylor Swift is an exceptional artist for a lot of reasons. No one makes albums this good this far into their career. Most artists teeter off after two or three because they retread. Their audience inevitably gets bored of them e same thing time and again. Repeating themselves is something that a lot of artists do because they want to go with the formula of what works. With Folklore, Taylor has done what few artists have dared to do. She’s allowed her discography as a place to uncompromisingly expand her worldview and challenge her listeners. She’s not reiterating previous lessons to make another quick sale. Instead, every album prior has been a steppingstone. As she said at the Time 100 Gala, she has truly turned her lessons into her legacy. From a variety of narrators, she has brought what I decree to be her best album to date. This wouldn’t happen for anyone else 8 albums into their career, but she’s done it by devoutly embracing age’s wisdom.

Learn from the highs and lows presented in these paths. As all good folklore does, it teaches us how to live better. It is our duty to live selflessly and with self-assured dignity. These writings, I have no doubt, will become integral to the legend that is Taylor Alison Swift.