#soft emotions with little to no exaggerate highs

[luvrxbunny]

sweet

pairing: bf!Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: Eddie is trying to see what it takes for you to ask him for help.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, praise kink, dry humping, cum in pants (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i blacked out after two sentences i have no clue where the rest came from. apparently i was too horny to give a proper ending?

Eddie can see your hyper-focus on your hands, his heart is melting at the way you’re trying so hard to follow what he showed you even though he knows you can’t focus when you’re high. 

It’s 10:37 pm, you and Eddie are high and he’s been trying to teach you the chords to his new song for 20 minutes now. He’s chuckling quietly as your fingers fumble over the strings again, drawing a frustrated whine from your mouth. 

“Aww, It’s okay, baby. You’re doing much better than you were earlier! You’re actually picking this up way faster than I thought you would.” Eddie is genuine when he says it but it’s your reaction that changes that.. that changes his intentions. He watches your face as he praises you, he watches your eyes glaze over, and your lips part gently as a soft smile spreads over your face. 

“Th- Thank you, Eddie. That’s so nice of you, thank you.” You sound so out of it. It shocks Eddie for a moment but makes perfect sense. He thinks of all the time you ask him for help with your studies, even though he knows you know the material. He thinks of all the time he cheers for you after getting the right answer, how he praises you and calls you his smart girl. He thinks of all the times you bake for him, asking for him to taste test them even though you’ve made the recipe a million times, he thinks about his exaggerated moans of delight, how he would get on his knees and beg you to make him a batch. 

He thinks about times exactly like this one, when he’s playing his guitar for you and you beg him to teach you. He thinks about how quickly you pick them up and how you beam at him when you finally get it. The only difference now is that you’re higher than he’s ever seen you. 

You wanted to celebrate for midterms so Eddie rolled you a blunt instead of his usual joints. Of course, his little lightweight got high out of her mind. You got so soft and cuddly that he could’ve never denied you when you asked him real nice to teach you the new chords. 

He comes out of his thoughts just in time for him to hear you nail the part you’ve been struggling with, perfectly. His blood rushes to his cock when he notices the way you look up at him, expectantly, almost… desperately. “Such a good job, baby.” It comes out more sultry than he meant it to but he’s never been able to hide his emotions with you. 

He watches your eyebrows, twitch in confusion but you don’t break his gaze. You’re waiting for more. He has to take a deep breath as his sensitive tip presses against the zipper of his jeans. His hands are twitching at his sides as he gets up, leaving his desk and making his way to where you sit on his bed. “That was amazing, honey. You’re better than I am, you’re perfect.”

He watches your thighs tense, trying to rub together as your hips lift to press you against his guitar as you get a faraway look in your eyes. You’re looking right at him as you grind yourself into his guitar, he doesn’t think you even realize you’re doing it. He lays down next to you, watching your bottom lip tuck under your teeth as you shake your head with a small smile. “No, not better than you, Eds. I could never beat the best, baby.” 

Eddie has to actively bite back a moan at the pet name, he feels like he’s gonna fucking pass out as all his blood rushes south. He knows you’re trying, he knows you’re trying to turn him on, asking him to make you feel good without actually saying the words. 

He’s told you time and time again how hot your pet names get him, he knows it’s silly but he cannot help it. Every time you speak to him with any ounce of sweetness he’s fattening up in his jeans. “But you’re perfect then?” He presses his hips forward, loving the pressure your plush thighs provide against his throbbing cock. His eyes almost roll back as he watches a silent moan fall from your mouth as your hips twitch, forward first against his guitar but back again to press into his boner. 

He smiles and raises an eyebrow at you, challenging you. You never initiate. He knows you’re shy, he knows it’s hard for you. He knows he’s all of your firsts but he needs— he craves to hear you beg him- to hear you ask him to touch you. He’s insecure, he can’t have this be so one-sided. He wants to see how far he has to push you before you say something. 

You’re nodding at him desperately. “Yes- Yes, I’m perfect.” He’s smiling so fondly at your agreement, his dick twitching painfully in his pants. He knows you feel it by the way your hips twitch, pathetically confused and you whine. It’s short and cut off as you turn to put his guitar away, placing it gently on the ground. You brush his cock and give him a beautiful view of your ass in the process. He’s silently begging you to say something, he doesn’t know how long he can keep this up. 

You turn back around and just stare at him, waiting for him to say something. He watches confusion bloom over your face, your head tilting like a puppy. He mimics your action with a teasing smile. “Do you have something to ask me, baby?” He watches realization and dread spread over your features. 

“Eddie…” Your thighs are rubbing together, nervously or for friction. He doesn’t falter, just looks at you expectantly as you pout. His hips are subconsciously thrusting up into the air, getting hot under your gaze. You press your hand to your forehead, astonishingly stressed at this seemingly simple task. Eddie considers letting up as he analyzes the distress on your face but you speak up. 

“Eddie can you-” You whine and avert your gaze. “Can you make me feel good? I—“ You huff out a breath of embarrassment. “I want you to make me cum… please.” His heart bursts at how nicely you ask. He’s taking a slow deep breath, trying to calm himself before answering you but you take his silence as a demand for more. “Eddie please!” You sound so upset, it's so cute. It makes him so hard. “Please, I- I need it. I need you, Eddie, please.” You’re still not looking at him as you whine. 

Eddie turns your head and smashes his lips into yours just to shut you up. If you had kept rambling about how bad you need him he would’ve cum in his pants. “Yeah. Yeah, I can make you feel good, baby. What do you wanna do, pretty girl? We can do whatever you want. You asked me so nicely, honey. You’re so sweet.” 

He’s desperate and all over you as he speaks. His hands are in your hair as he kisses all over your face and down your neck. You feel like you could suffocate in his need for you, it rushes over you and makes you need him more. “Your- Can we- Eddie.” 

He’s biting into your neck as you try to answer. You can feel him smirking in your neck as you struggle to answer him. “ ‘M sorry, baby. Go on, talk. You’re doing so well, honey.” He pulls himself closer to you so he can press his bulge into you again, his eyes fully rolling back at the pressure this time. “I want you to…. fingermeplease?” He moans at the way you rush out the last part of the sentence but still manage to use your manners. 

“You want me to finger you, baby? Fuck, yeah. I can do that. Mhm. You wanna sit between my legs? Let me open you up and play?” You’re nodding frantically and whining against his face as he lets filth spill from his lips. “Yeah? Will ‘ya squirm, honey? No, no I bet you’ll stay put like a good girl, huh?” 

He pummels you with his embarrassingly arousing words as he gets up to take his pants off (as you do the same), leaving his boxers and situating himself against the headboard. His thick thighs spread wide over his bed, leaving room for you to crawl between them. You don’t move though, you’re too mesmerized by the way his cock is pressing against the fabric, leaking into it and leaving a rapidly spreading dark spot. It can’t help but twitch as you admire him, he can’t take it; the hungry yet somehow innocent look in your eyes as you crawl towards him. 

Normally this is the part where you turn around, your legs spread and trembling over his as he shoves his fingers in your pretty pussy over and over until you’re quivering around his fingers, moaning and gripping his hair behind you desperately. Normally this is the part when he presses his boner to your lower back, thrusting against you in time with his fingers, imagining that it’s actually his cock inside you and willing himself not to cum when he pictures it for too long. 

Instead, you lift yourself to your knees. His face becomes level with your panties, his hips thrusting into the air as he groans at the pink bow resting on the band. You put your hands on his shoulder and slowly lower yourself onto his lap, letting out the sweetest moan as his soaked cock pushes into your dripping lips. His hands come up to your hips and force you down to him rougher than he meant to when he hears the sweetest whimper of “Oh, Eddie” slip from your throat. 

“Oh my fucking god, baby. You feel incredible, so fucking perfect. I can’t take it. Mm- Oh— What happened? I- I thought you wanted my fingers, sweetheart?” He’s throwing his head back and groaning when you collapse into him, leaning your weight on his bulge. You’re huffing out like you’re gonna cum, looking up at him with your pretty, glazed over, fucked out, high as fuck eyes. 

“I dunno, Eddie. I- It looked like he was- like he was crying for me.” Your hips stutter with a moan as your eyes roll back, Eddie’s hard cock rubbing against your clit perfectly. He feels like he’s gonna cum as you confess. It confounding to him; how you can say the most whorish things in the sweetest way. 

“You are in-fucking-credible, my love. I have no clue how you do this to me. I’m already so close, baby. You’re so amazing, so soft for me, love.” His eyes roll back and he’s losing it.

“You’re gonna make me cum— fuck. Holy shit—faster. Oh-h f-fuck me faster, baby. I love you so much. I- I’m gonna cum so hard. I- dammit. I wanna make you cum first. L-lemme make you cum first- shi-itt.”

You’re rabid against him, your hips moving at a pace that has him weak. You have him questioning who’s in control. He’s wound even tighter when he feels your hips falter, losing their rhythm as your mini whines evolve into desperate moans. “H-Help- Ed—” 

Your breathing is scattered as you whine and twitch against him. “Yeah, I’ve got you, baby.” He grabs your hips and grinds you against him, lifting his hips to meet your heavenly pussy and pressing magnificently into your clit. It has your hands digging into his shoulders, dropping down to his waist as you hug yourself to him. You’re moaning into his ear as he feels your thighs tensing on his sides.

“T-tell me-” You whine higher, more pathetically than he’s heard all night, his cock pulses, spurting out a dangerous amount of pre-cum into his boxers. “Tell me I’m good. T-Tell me I’m pretty—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as you buck your hips against him, a newfound energy coursing through you. “Oh- please- please tell me I’m pretty.”

Eddie’s right on the edge, moaning so loud he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole trailer park heard him. “YES- Yes, oh my god. You’re so beautiful, my love. You’re a fucking goddess among peasants. You’re a flower in a field of fucking hay, you’re my dream. You’re my soulmate.” He dissolves into a whine as you cum against him. You’re moaning into his shoulder, trying to muffle yourself in his shirt but you’re too loud. 

“There you go, fuck yes. Good girl— Oh shit. I’m gonna-” His eyes are in the back of his skull before he can finish. His hips twitching insanely and spurting out an outrageous amount of cum into the fabric of your panties. He’s panting as he tries to come down but you’re deliriously humping him. Forcing more ropes of cum into his boxers, he just can’t seem to stop. 

“Oh. Oh my god- I- I can’t stop. You’re such a good girl. Mine. My good girl. Askin’ me to make you feel good, takin’ what you need. God-” A ragged moan bubbles out of him as his cock finally stops drenching your poor panties. 

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[thehighladywrites]

THIS ISN’T GOODBYE, THIS IS SIMPLY SEE YOU LATER…

⋆˙⟡ pairing: ex husband/baby daddy rhysand x fem reader

⋆˙⟡ summary: people who love each other will always find their way back. you and rhys divorced a few years ago, but you will always love each other

⋆˙⟡ warnings: 18+, mdni light angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, smut, violent behavior (not rhysand), misogyny, they’re in love your honor😔

⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i’m a little iffy about this bc i feel like it could be better but i hope you love it. The smut isn’t really that smutty, it’s more fluffy. Please, let me know what you think; leave a comment😌💗 also english isn’t my first language so if something doesn’t make sense, ignore💀 ALSO LISTEN TO CEILINGS BY LIZZY WHEN YOU GET TO THE RUNNING SCENE PLS IT’S GONNA MAKE SO MUCH SENSE (i hope)

Getting back into the dating scene after your divorce felt strange. Unbeknownst to you, you found yourself unconsciously comparing every man to Rhys, nitpicking on their behavior. Seated at a beautiful restaurant with a guy quite different from your usual choices, things seemed promising until he gave you some backhanded compliments.

“You say you're a doctor? You?” His words grated on your nerves, and you couldn't fathom why he was so shocked.

“Yes, I am. Is that surprising to you?” you retorted.

He chuckled nervously and shook his head. “No, no. I just pegged you for a nurse or something. You know, something more feminine.”

Your hopes deflated. Turns out, this guy wasn't different at all—he was just like every pompous and misogynistic man out there.

Keeping your cool, you fire back with a smirk,

“Is this coming from the person who just told me they bake for a living? I pegged your for a construction worker, you know, something more masculine.” With a smile you excuse yourself from the table, leaving him puzzled and perhaps questioning his outdated assumptions. Your departure left him to contemplate his lacking dinner date skills.

In the search for someone matching the love you'd known, you found yourself in a loop of comparing every date to Rhys. You shook your head, realizing you needed to stop this habit and maybe, just maybe, find happiness beyond those high standards.

With a dramatic exhale, you frowned, blaming Rhys for your lousy love life. After all, he had treated you like a goddess, setting extremely untouchable standards.

—

As if the mother herself had heard your wish, you finally met a somewhat decent man who wasn’t giving you any backhanded compliment or was making you feel uncomfortable. Although he was somewhat nice he was a little bland and not something you would typically go for. He was very nice with your daughters but could have a temper.

But beggars can’t be choosers right?

With utmost tenderness, you approached the conversation with your twin daughters, explaining the new man in your life. In soft words, you explained that mommy and daddy weren't together anymore, framing it as a journey of finding happiness even though you deep down weren’t feeling the happiness you portrayed. You emphasized the still-there love between you and their father, assuring them that sometimes people are just better off as friends.

Even though the news initially saddened them, your gentle touch in explaining the complexities of grown-up emotions, coupled with the warmth of your smile, melted their worries away. As they saw the happiness radiating from you, your daughters embraced the idea, understanding that your heart always carried love for them and their father.

Little did you know that your mischievous baby girls spilled the news to Rhysand, sharing every detail about the man you were seeing, your dates, and even telling him that you still loved Daddy. However, being the little dramatists they were, they exaggerated, making it seem like you were head over heels for him.

Despite almost three years of separation and the seemingly agreement to divorce, the twins' confession ignited a flame of jealousy in Rhysand. The mere thought of you going on dates and being entertained by other men stirred an irrational desire within him to claim you as his own. Witnessing other males treating you and touching you made him feel absolutely murderous.

He hates that you’re not together anymore, hates that you don’t wear your wedding ring even tho he wears his, he hates that he’s not by your side. But most of all he hates himself for ever letting your marriage break apart.

Rhys had attempted countless times to mend what was once whole, to win you back and rebuild what had crumbled. However, you always hesitantly turned him down, insisting that you couldn't put each other through that hurt again.

The fact that the girls spoke so highly of the man you were dating only fueled Rhysand's jealousy and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes dramatically. “Oh, he’s so nice, took us out for ice cream and we went to the theater,” they gushed. He couldn't shake the feeling that it should've been him – watching plays with you and your daughters, taking them out for ice cream together. The longing for the life he once had with you remained a persistent ache in his heart.

Of course he doesn’t let it go the next time you come around to drop off the girls

The joyful echoes of your daughters filled Rhysand's new and massive mansion, quickly greeting their father and saying goodbye before dashing inside, leaving you and Rhysand alone. Observing them run to the living room, playing with their new toys, you couldn't help but smile. With their father's violet eyes and dark hair, they were practically clones of Rhysand.

Caught in the moment, you looked up at Rhysand, finding his captivating eyes already fixed on you.

Fuck.

The intensity of his gaze almost made you forget the dinner plans with your boyfriend.

“I heard you were seeing someone,” he remarked, and you froze, feeling an unexpected twinge of embarrassment. It wasn't supposed to be a secret; you just weren't ready to share it yet. Trying to save face, you swallowed back any stutter and inquired,

“Who told you that?”

“My daughters told me all about him.”

That’s what you get for trusting 6 year olds. Your attempt at secrecy shattered, and you found yourself apologizing,

“Ah, sorry for not telling you about it; it's all very new, but the kids seem to like him. And I promise he wouldn’t be around them if i didn’t trust him.”

Rhysand's jaw ticked in frustration. Well, wasn't that just fucking great? Your daughters not only liked but loved the guy, and here you were, agreeing with them.

“So, you two hit it off. How marvelous.”

You sighed and looked away,

“Please, just don’t.”

Silence hung in the air as you both stood there, the weight of unspoken emotions filling the room. Breaking the silence, you sighed, signaling your readiness to leave your old house.

“Okay then, I'll be leaving now. I'll come pick them up later tonight. Thanks for watching them tonight, I know it was last minute. But, um, actually, can I pick them up tomorrow instead?” you asked, and Rhysand felt a flicker of suspicion, silently praying he was wrong.

“ I thought we agreed on tonight. Do you have other plans?” he inquired, hoping for a straightforward answer.

Your face flushed red as you considered explaining the evening's plans, but it felt wrong to share such details with Rhys. Opting for a lie, you hoped he wouldn't catch on.

“Oh, yeah, I've got some things I need to do at the hospital tonight. You know, just some reports on a few patients. Nothing major, but I might be a bit... worn out tonight, and that's why I need to pick them up tomorrow.”

The half-truth hung in the air, and Rhysand's suspicions lingered, creating a subtle tension in the farewell.

“So this has nothing to do with you going on a date with your little friend? Sorry, boyfriend.”

Before you could respond, Rhysand stepped closer, closing the gap until there was almost no room between you. You backed away slowly until your back hit the front door. His towering presence made you look up at him, a shiver running down your spine. Tilting his head, he approached your ear, and the soft words he spoke, combined with the warm breath on your skin, sent a wave of heat through your body.

“It should be us, love. Please come back to me,” he murmured, and your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the proximity. As his hands came around your waist, turning you around so your back rested against his sturdy chest, it became impossible to leave the embrace of his warmth. Deep down, a part of you didn't want to escape the intoxicating sense of his presence.

He pulls you even closer, wrapping his arms around your middle as his calm heartbeat pounds against your back, his words confessing a truth that breaks your heart twice.

Once, because the vision he paints sounds so ideal – the two of you getting back together, going on dates, playing with your daughters, being a whole family again. It's the life you had once dreamed of, the life you wanted with the man you spent centuries with, the father of your kids, your greatest love.

The second break comes with the painful reminder of why you found yourself in this mess in the first place. Rhysand had been too consumed by his work, constantly holed up in his office, neglecting the precious time with you and your daughters. Despite understanding the importance of his duties, you couldn't help feeling the sting of neglect. It reached a breaking point when your girls tearfully asked for their daddy every night, only to find he wasn't there.

Realizing the toll this dynamic took on your family's well-being, you made the difficult decision to part ways. Telling Rhys that you weren't good for each other at the moment, you emphasized the need for him to work on himself and find a balance between work and family.

As you gather the strength to move out of his grip, facing him becomes the hardest task.

Turning around to meet his gaze, his face reveals the devastation within. His once vibrant features now wear a sad and empty color. You utter words that add another layer to the heartbreak,

“Rhys, please, you know we can't. Someday but not now.”

His eyes gloss over as he whispers,

“Fate was not in our favor, my dear. But I swear on everything I have, I will do my best to earn you back.”

Tears well up as he kisses your forehead, whispering promises of finding a way back to you.

The weight of the unspoken goodbye lingers, and you walk away, hoping that time and healing would pave a path for the future you both yearned for.

Because you did want to be with him, you really fucking did, and you cried the whole way home. Rhys had given you the town house while he lived in the River estate. The tears flowed even more freely as you sat in your empty and silent house.

Each sob intensified as you went to your cold and empty bed, the very one that used to cradle him in – your husband, your heart. The ache of the empty space beside you was a painful reminder of the love that once filled those sheets, now replaced by solitude and the haunting echo of what had been lost.

—

Your puffy eyes opened slowly, abruptly yanked from a deep slumber by the pounding on your door. Glancing at the clock on your desk, the numbers 1:46 glared back at you – who the hell could it be at this hour? Irritated, you stumbled to the door, ready to chew out whoever dared disturb your sleep.

The door slammed open, revealing Sam standing there, visibly upset. Your still-sleepy brain failed to connect the dots fast enough, and it took a moment to register that you were supposed to be on a date with him tonight. The realization dawned, and you found yourself caught in the awkward aftermath of a missed arrangement, facing Sam with both confusion and exhaustion etched on your face.

“Where the hell have you been? I have been waiting for hours,” he exclaimed, his worried and angry eyes searching yours.

Feeling a twinge of guilt, you pulled him in by his hands, urging him to come inside. Apologizing over and over, you hugged him tightly, saying that you fell asleep over and over until he forgave you.

A part of you knew you did it to calm his potentially violent reaction.

“At least your alive. Next time, let me know so I don't look like a fucking idiot,” he said, his comment irking you despite understanding where he was coming from.

Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around Sam's neck, pulling him into a distracting kiss that escalated quickly.

Before he could say anything more about the situation and grow even more angry you kissed him again, trying to shift his focus elsewhere, which was easy. He lifted you and walked you toward the bed, the same one you had shared with Rhys.

Suddenly, a wave of panic hit you at the thought of another male's scent mixing with Rhysand's. With huffed breath and panicked words, you interrupted the moment, “No, not the bed. Let's just use the couch instead.”

Your urgency left no room for argument as you pulled him toward the living room, desperate to avoid a mix of past and present that could overwhelm you with regret.

—

The birds chirping outside stirred you from your sleep as you stretched in your soft bed. Morning got here quicker than you thought. However, the warmth you felt next to you wasn't just the morning sun – it was Sam. Your eyes opened, facing the clock, you saw it was very early in the morning, 3:57. The memories of the previous hours hit you like a brick. A bigger realization followed – Sam's scent now filled the air, replacing the familiar citrusy aroma that had been your husband’s for centuries.

This revelation overwhelmed you, making you want to throw up as tears welled up as panic set in. Crying over this felt foolish, considering your separation from Rhys, but it made everything feel permanent and official, like there was no turning back. The chance to reconcile seemed lost.

As you stood up, the room spun with regret, and you slithered to the bathroom. The sight that greeted you made your stomach churn – bruises covered your neck, arms, and legs. Your hair was a mess, and your lips were swollen. More tears fell as regret, deep sorrow, and the weight of your choices consumed you.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to be like this at all.

In your panicked state, you stepped into the shower, hoping to wash away not only the physical remnants of the night but also the emotional burden that clung to your every step.

The steaming shower brought no comfort, and as you shut it off and walked up to the mirror, wiping away steam, you saw a hollowness in your own eyes. The water didn't wash away the feel of Sam's hands on you. But you knew you could drink a tonic for the bruises, so you could atleast pretend it never happened.

Frustrated and heartbroken, you couldn't stop the tears from flowing. The one person you needed the most, Rhys, felt impossibly distant, intensifying the ache inside you.

Desperation took over, and wiping away tears, you threw on a robe, downed the healing tonic and quickly ran over to his house. Each step carried regret and a deep yearning to fix what had gone wrong.

Your Rhys, the father of your children, yours.

He was what you needed in the moment, he’d make it all better.

In the midst of irrationality and impulsivity, you could not find it in you to care about the consequences. All you needed was him.

You burst into his estate, slamming open the doors before frantically searching for him.

“Rhys?”

Your attempt at a yell came out as an ugly cry, tear-stained and choked.

Yet, it was enough to grab his attention.

Rhysand descended the stairs, clad only in pants, his trademark messy bedhead on display as worry etched across his face.

It was so unlike you, and it had him speculating the worst.

Before he could ask you any questions, you ran up to him and broke down in his arms. Rhysand immediately comforted you, picking you up, and hauling you upstairs to his bedroom.

No words were needed as he undressed your sobbing form and put you in his shirt before pulling you closer to him, making you sit in his lap.

Your face buried in his neck, tears dampening his skin. Rhysand, familiar with your ways, sensed you’d open up when ready. He sat, holding you, flooding your mind with love and reassurance without a single word.

Rhysand conjured a glass of water, holding it to your lips, ensuring you didn't exert yourself. As you downed the refreshing water, he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his hand lingering by your neck. His thumb traced soothing circles on your cheek, a silent gesture of comfort.

“Thank you, Rhysie. M’sorry for showing up like this but I just needed you.”

His gaze intensified, his grip firm yet reassuring as he held your chin, locking eyes with you. With a seriousness that touched deeply, he spoke, his words carrying a sense of unwavering commitment.

“You don’t apologize for it. I’m here for you, no matter what. Do you understand?”

You nod, throat closing up at the wave of emotions,

“I understand.”

He leans forward, kissing your forhead while cradling your head,

“Good girl. You want to tell me what’s going on?”

With teary eyes you look up to him and reveal what’s on your mind.

“I want us back together again. We belong together and I’m tired of pretending we don’t. I miss you so much. You’ve been working on yourself and I’ve been doing the same. I know we’re ready.”

Rhysand remained silent, his eyes studying you carefully. He sensed an emotional storm within you and was hesitant about decisions made in this state.

“I do not disagree. Reuniting our family, especially getting you back, my sweet girl, is my ultimate desire. But, I want you to sleep on it. I want us to discuss this when we're well-rested and more alert. What do you say?”

You knew you were being rash and quick, so you were thankful for Rhysand's guidance. You nodded in agreement.

He kissed your cheek and gently placed you under the sheets, joining you in bed. Rhysand pulled you closer, and soon you were resting on his chest, listening to the steady thudding of his heart.

“I’ve always loved you, Rhys, so much. I hope you know that.”

His heartbeat quickened as he pulled you even closer.

“I know, sweetheart. I love you too.”

—

The chirping birds and soft sunlight streaming through the window woke you up gently. Your body felt completely relaxed and at ease, knowing you were safe and sound. Stretching lazily, you sighed in contentment before rolling over in bed.

You felt the warmth of something next to you, so you snuggled closer, enjoying the comfort. After a few moments, you felt it stir.

The moving object was Rhysand. Your eyes widened, and for a moment, you almost scrambled away in panic before the events of this early morning flooded back to you.

Despite the fact that you had left your boyfriend alone in your house and now found yourself in your ex's bed, cuddled up to him, you didn't feel any panic. Instead, you felt indifferent. You felt surprisingly good, even better than before. You felt right. Like everything was in it’s place.

“Don't panic,” Rhysand murmured softly, reaching out to gently stroke your back. “We need to have that talk, darling.”

Nodding silently, you agreed to follow him downstairs, your mind racing.

You couldn't help but melt around him. There was no need to even use your brain around him. Rhys made everything feel delightful as he began fussing over you. He did everything from dressing you in the cutest outfits to gently brushing your hair. With his big, warm, comforting hands, he led you downstairs, making every step feel like a new chapter starting.

Once in the kitchen, Rhysand set to work, expertly whipping up breakfast as you watched him, a knot of anticipation forming in your stomach. You knew this conversation was important, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort as you observed his familiar movements in the kitchen.

You couldn't help but admire Rhysand as he moved around the kitchen, his muscles flexing with every movement. He had a newfound confidence about him, a certain dad-like aura that only added to his appeal. His masculine energy was buzzing, and combined with his good looks, it was hard not to be drawn to him. Rhys had grown impossibly more majestic and stunningly handsome in the years you were seperated.

Rhysand caught you staring, and a playful smirk tugged at his lips. “Like what you see?” he teased, his voice low and suggestive. The heat rose to your cheeks as you quickly looked away, unable to hide your blush.

“Maybe I do,” you whisper teasingly, a hint of mischief in your voice.

“Careful,” he warns with a playful glint in his eyes, matching your flirtatious tone.

As he handed you a plate filled with nostalgic food, you couldn't help but feel touched by his thoughtfulness. He had even removed the bits you didn’t like, showing that he remembered even the smallest details about you. It warmed your heart to know that he still cared so deeply.

After you finished eating, he cleared his throat with a serious yet excited tone and said, “Let's talk.”

With a nod, you accept and he extends his hand, guiding you to a cozy sitting room.

“Where are the twins?” you ask, curious when you don’t hear or see your daughters.

“They’re with Cassian and Nesta. They came and picked them up earlier this morning,” he responds.

You nod again, then sit down on the cushy couch next to him.

“Rhys, I’ve thought about it for a while, and I think yesterday just cemented it for me. I think I’m ready for us again, and I’ve missed us together. What do you think? I mean, do you want me too?”

He flashed you his most sincere and hidden smile he only showed you and grabbed your chin with his pointer and thumb

“Sweetheart, I’ve missed you more than words can express. Of course, I want us to be together again. You are my everything and I will never again risk you.”

He took a deep breath and looked down, his voice filled with remorse.

“I've hated myself for letting you go so easily. I wasn't there for you or the girls, and it will always be my biggest regret. I vow to never again disappoint you and to do everything in my power to earn back your trust in my presence. Please forgive me.”

As the faint burn of the promising bargain tattoo emerges on both his and your wrists, a soft smile graces your lips. With gentle assurance, you reach out and place your hand on his, your touch offering comfort and calmness.

“Rhys, I forgive,” you say sweetly and hopeful. “I've missed you, and I want us to be together again. Let's leave the past behind us and focus on building a future together, okay?”

Feeling his arms around you, you melt into the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. His touch is comforting, and you revel in the warmth of his warmth. As he gently squeezes your waist, you giggle, feeling a sense of joy wash over you.

He attacked your cheek with kisses, making him land on top of you on the couch as your back rested on the seats.

“But I think we should take it slow. Maybe start off by going on dates.”

He pulls back and looks at you, his gaze intense yet tender. “Yes. Let's take it slow. We have all the time in the world, no need to rush.”

You both sit there, locked in a silent exchange, the air thick with anticipation as you inch closer to each other.

“We definitely shouldn't kiss, right?” you ask, feeling the heat of his breath mingling with yours.

His arms tighten around you as he speaks softly, his words grazing your lips. “We shouldn't.”

The moment your lips touch, tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It's been so long since you felt the familiar warmth of his kisses, the feeling of home in his embrace. Rhysand, your darling, the love of your life—you've missed him more than words can express.

As the kisses grow more messy and desperate, a soft whimper escapes your lips, causing his eyes to darken with desire.

A sudden panic washed over you at the thought of your now ex-boyfriend waking up to find you gone.

“Rhys, I have to go back and end things with Sam,” you blurted out, your voice raspy and flustered between kisses.

Rhys's expression darkened as he heard about your ex-boyfriend.

“I'll handle it,” he declared, determination lacing his voice.

“What does that mean?” you pressed, curious and a little concerned.

He responded with a secretive smile, kissing you again, his touch making you melt into him.

“Don’t worry your little head about it. I got it covered,” he assured, his tone confident and reassuring.

So you let it go. If he said he had it handled, then you trusted him to take care of it.

His assurance left you feeling cared for, sparking a desire for more. More of him, and more of that comforting reassurance he provided.

Before you could voice your need for him, he beat you to it. With a tender kiss on your forehead, he spoke softly.

“I’m going to take you upstairs and make up for lost time. But before we start, I’m going to feed you a little bit more. Don’t argue, you’re going to need the energy.”

Your mind went blank, slipping into a submissive state, ready to follow his lead without question.

With a nod, you rose from your seat, arms outstretched in silent compliance.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured as he lifted you effortlessly, cradling you in his arms. With each step towards the kitchen, his gentle strokes on your hair and whispered promises of what lay ahead sent shivers down your spine, heightening the anticipation of what was to come.

After quickly eating the food he conjured up, you stood up in a rush and grabbed his hand, urging him to take you upstairs right away.

He chuckled and scooped you up, showering kisses on your lips and neck as he carried you upstairs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his middle.

Your nails dig into his scalp, head thrown back as you whimper with pleasure. Your toes curl as his teeth graze against a sensitive spot, his smirk growing against your skin.

“Tell me, darling. How do you want it today?”

You're only aware that you're inside the bedroom when he sets you down in front of the bed.

You know exactly how you want it. You want him to take charge, dominating your every move, just like he used to. Rhys knew how quickly you submitted to him, and he had a hunch of how tonight would go. It was easy slipping into those roles with him in charge. So you look up at him with a shy smile, fondling with the strings of his dark linen pants, and tell him.

“Can we please do level four?”

Pride spread across him at your good manners. He loved that you still knew what to do even after years of not being together.

He would have sent all his loving emotions through the bond if it existed. The absence of a bond between him and you always seemed abnormal. Both of you questioned the Mother’s decision all the time, hiding the fact that you both were scared of the possibility of your mates popping up and claiming the other.

Shaking away his thoughts, he smiled at your words again and complied.

Step by step, he undressed you, his eyes never leaving yours. Rhysand’s eyes dropped to your pebbled nipples, goosebumps erupting on your skin at the intense attention he gave you.

“You still remember the safe word?” he rasped out, his pupils expanding as you nodded, your lips nervously caught between your teeth.

He pounced on you, eagerly kissing you in a brusing manner as he tightened his arms around you. Rhys slowly made you back, resulting in you falling backwards into the bed before he climbed on top of you.

His hands found your waist amd subtly squeezed before sliding up to your boobs and playing with your hardened nipples.

You whimpered in pleasure, making him smile as he lowered his mouth to attatch to your right breast. His wet, warm tounge swirled around the bud, biting and licking soothingly. He repeated the move on the other side, reveling in the way you were squirming under him.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?”

“Not enough.”

So his hand slid down your body until his thumb brushed over your throbbing clit. Your eyes rolled back when he put pressure on it, rubbing tight circles against you. It was almost mortifying how quick you melted and lost your mind.

A few more circles and you’d be cumming. Almost, almost.

The pleasure was short-lived when he removed his thumb, causing you to pout slightly as your brows furrowed in confusion.

“No teasing. You can play later, I’ve missed you too much.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a heated makeout session.

You also wrapped your legs around his waist and whispered against his lips,

“I need you so bad, please. I need your entire being.”

He slipped one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he added another finger and felt your walls pulse around him. Rhys pulled them out before shoving them back in, repeating the move, stroking your walls. He curled his fingers inside as he carefully watched your face morph from a begging expression to a fucked out smile.

“I will give you whatever your heart desires,” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again. As he did, he conjured his massive and majestic wings, spreading them proudly behind him, a breathtaking display of power.

Your wobbly smile melted into tears of joy as you whispered, “There you are,” feeling overwhelmed by the rush of emotions at seeing him again.

Rhys didn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He held onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy, circling it and letting your wetness drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his cock, he used it as a lubricant before he slid himself inside you.

Rhys pulled out and then in again until his entire cock was stuffed in you. He then leaned forward, putting his forehead in the crook of your neck, gently biting and sucking hickies onto your skin. He began thrusting, harder and harder. The entire room echoing with skin slapping, groans and pornstar-like moans.

Rhysand’s gripped your hips in a brusing manner, rocking them back and forth forth as he moved his own hips.

He lifted his head and gently brought his hand to your face, cupping your chin as he murmured,

“You're mine. Mine to love, to fuck, to have.”

You nod eagerly, your need evident.

“Only yours, baby. Forever and always, yours.”

He growled softly and turned your body around so you were on all fours. Gripping your hair, he pulled it back, causing your back to arch against his chest.

Rhysand put his dick back in and pumped deliciously against that spongy spot that had you acting like a mindless fool.

“You got fucked this good while we were seperated, hm?”

His hand snaked up and held your neck, applying a gentle pressure, a hint of restraint, as he taunted you.

Of course, he already knew the answer. But it was always nice to hear it from you.

“M-right, there, no one compares to you. No one could ever, ah fuck, do me this good. P-please, let me cum.”

“Fuck, yeah that’s right. But I think it’s a little too early for you to cum. I told you I wanted to make up for lost time. We’re nowhere near done.”

You let out a whine at the denial, a little vexed that he didn’t give you permission yet. But you knew he had plans so you decided to wait in hopes of getting something better.

“Good things come for good girls, you know that right?”

“I understand. Just keep going.”

You knew you forgot to add a please and were more than happy when he gave your puffy clit a slap.

“Manners.”

“Keep going, please.”

He chuckled at how quick you gave in and kissed your cheek, letting go of your hair and pushing you forward to your elbows and knees. Rhys grabbed your hips and gave you deep, slow and intentional strokes. Almost like he wanted you to cum early.

Rhys kept going for a long time, bringing you to the edge, only to snatch away pleasure in the last second. You were tired but knew all of this was building up into the most intense and powerful orgasm ever.

“Do you know how much I love you? Do you have any idea how deep my love for you goes?”

Cue the waterworks.

Really, his words started making you bawl right there. With concern etched on his face, he gently moved you into missionary, turning the back-breaking backshots into a tender moment. As he pushed in for the last time, he hovered above you, his forearms on either side of your head, kissing your puffy lips.

“I love you too, Rhysie, so, so much. There's really no one I love more than you.”

Your words were raspy and choked, his words were sweet and understanding.

“I know, sweet girl. I know you do.”

Suddenly, a snap felt in your chest. You both locked eyes, breathing heavily as you felt a thread weaving your very souls together. Tears prickled in your eyes at his words.

As the realization of the mating bond sinked in, a warm glow envelops both of you, filling the room with a sense of love and belonging. Rhysand's eyes softened even more, if that's possible, as he gazed into your tear-filled eyes.

“You're my mate,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and reverence. “My soulmate, my other half.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, feeling the connection between you grow stronger with each passing moment. “And you're mine,” you replied, your voice filled with emotion. “Forever and always.”

Rhysand moved quicker and quicker, finally allowikg you to cum.

You were on the verge of passing out, the only reason there was any sort of fight in you left was because of the charged bond.

Before he pulled out, you locked your legs around him and begged him to stay inside. He did and slumped on top of you, his head resting on your raising and falling chest. You ran your hands through his damp, dark hair and reveled in warmth when he wrapped his wings around the two of you.

You both rest for a while before starting up again. Normally, a session like this would have you knocked out cold but you guessed it was the fresh bond.

The entire day was spent tangled in sheets and fucking in showers, other rooms, hallways, kitchens, roofs. Rhysand also sent a mental message to everyone in the inner circle, breaking the news and asking them not to disturb you for at least a week. He also asked Cassian to keep looking after the girls and warned that anyone who got too close would likely die.

—

You and Rhys, lay together in a pile of fluffy blankets and pillows on the floor, the bed damaged and broken from the week’s activities.

“Rhys, do you know what I think? I think it’s kind if poetic that we broke up and then became mates. I mean, it sounds very romantic.”

He chuckled and pulled you closer to his chest.

“You know what? I agree. The Mother does work in mysterious ways. I guess we weren’t ready before.”

You smile at him and nod,

“I’m glad we find our way home.”

With a tender look and a sweet kiss, he whispered,

“As am I, darling.”

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[wntrei]

WHEN THEY HAVE CRUSH ON YOU

includes. dk, mingyu and the8 genres/warnings. fluff

m.list

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐃𝐊

➸ dokyeom, usually known for his playful energy, might fumble over his words or trip over his own feet around you. expect awkward silences punctuated by nervous giggles.

➸ he'll go out of his way to be helpful, offering to carry your things, fetching you water, or remembering your coffee order.

➸ dokyeom will shower you with compliments, but they might come out jumbled or flustered. "that shirt... it looks... really good on you... i mean, not that the others didn't... but this one..."

➸ expect cheesy jokes, playful winks, and attempts at flirting that land with a thud. he might even rehearse pick-up lines in his head that he forgets entirely when you're near.

➸  during group activities, dokyeom might get a little flustered if you're on the same team. expect playful teasing from the other members who notice his sudden dips in coordination or his attempts to impress you with (slightly exaggerated) skills.

➸ dokyeom loves karaoke, but his song choices might take a turn. belting out love ballads with lingering eye contact? that's his way of expressing his feelings without having to directly confess.

➸ dokyeom might set you up with hypothetical scenarios, subtly trying to gauge your interest in dating.

➸ if you initiate physical contact, even a simple touch on the arm, expect dokyeom to turn into a blushing mess. he might stammer or become unusually shy, his sunshine smile momentarily replaced by bashfulness.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔

➸ making eye contact with you sends a blush creeping up his neck. a simple compliment leaves him stuttering and fumbling over his words.

➸ he tries, oh so hard, to act cool and collected. this usually translates to playful nudges, goofy grins, and an arsenal of cheesy jokes that land with a soft thud.

➸ suddenly, mingyu is everywhere you are. for example - at lunch, he ‘just happens’ to be walking by when you're looking for a seat. 

➸ mingyu tunes into your every word. he remembers your favorite things, your favorite snacks, and that you like taking the long way home because of the view.

➸ mingyu showers you with compliments, but they're disguised as casual observations.  he'll point out how your outfit ‘looks really cool’ (and totally means it) or how you ‘aced that presentation’ (and is genuinely impressed).

➸ mingyu transforms into your own personal knight in shining armor. struggling to carry your heavy books? he's there to swoop in and offer help. need clarification on a problem? he's suddenly a math whiz.

➸ mingyu resorts to playful teasing to get your attention and gauge your interest. expect gentle nudges, funny nicknames, and maybe even a harmless prank or two. it's his way of breaking the ice and making you laugh.

➸ mingyu subtly tries to impress you with his talents. catching him singing or rapping along to his headphones a little too loudly? it's not an accident. he’s definitely not trying to show off his skills.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝟖

➸ minghao, usually graceful and composed, might stumble over his words or fidget slightly when you're around. he might brush his hair more often or straighten his clothes subconsciously.

➸ minghao might ‘accidentally’ bump into you in the hallway, brush your hand as he reaches for something, or linger a touch too long during a high five.

➸ sometimes, seeing you flusters him so much he avoids you altogether. you might catch him disappearing around corners just before you bump into him, or his replies to your messages become curt and delayed.

➸ minghao can't help but steal glances at you whenever he thinks you aren't looking. he observes your habits like, the way your laugh lines crinkle around your eyes, or how you absentmindedly twirl a strand of hair.

➸ minghao pours his emotions into his music. pay close attention to his new creations – there might be a hidden melody or a meaningful lyric that whispers your name.

➸ the8, usually reserved, becomes a bundle of nervous energy around you. he fidgets with his clothes, stumbles over his words, and laughs a little too loudly at your jokes, desperately trying to impress you.

➸ minghao might leave small gifts on your desk – a new notebook, a cup of your favorite coffee, a book he thinks you'd like.  these gifts are a way for him to express his feelings without words.

➸ minghao starts rearranging his schedule to mysteriously coincide with yours. "oh, hey, what a coincidence! i was just heading that way too," he might say, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

[meiieiri]

LITTLE NYMPH OF HIS HEART — GETO SUGURU

❁—SYNOPSIS: in which suguru meets his newborn daughter.

a/n: my writer’s block has me in such a horrible chokehold that this took me an hour to write. also, fuck why isn't this real UGH (⇀‸↼‶)⊃

only an hour and twelve minutes old and she’s already crushing his heart into irreparable smithereens. and she isn’t even doing anything.

she doesn’t have to, really, she could just sleep soundly, and maybe let out a tiny little coo now and then, and her father would weep a million tears to flood the entire earth and plunge it into the realm of archaic legends maybe even more mythical than that of the ancient underwater city of atlantis.

suguru sniffles, holding the little bundle closer to his bare chest when she yawns and shifts ever so slightly, favoring the warmth of her father’s skin. so this is what the doctors meant when they said that the first skin-to-skin contact with his newborn was going to be an emotional affair, he downplayed it as some gross exaggeration and even refused the roll of tissues the nurses had been offering him.

and what a huge blunder that was.

“look at her,” he brings a calloused thumb to stroke her rosy cheek, fearing that the weight of his entire hand would overwhelm the little girl. no, his little girl — your newborn daughter.

“it’s like she knows she’s a heartbreaker,” he turns to look at you, his eyes glossy with joyful tears. “just like you.”

you could only let out a quiet tearful laugh, your voice absolutely shredded and strained from the harrowing ordeal of bringing your most precious one into the world.

“or you,” you retort, leaning your head back against the many pillows that suguru had the nurses bring in. “just how many nurses did you have to wink at for these?” you joked, gesturing to the pillows, and the many comforts such as hot compresses and ice chips sitting atop your hospital bedside table.

suguru rolls his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. he turns his attention to the little girl who, seemingly having heard her parents’ voices, feels a little left out leading her to create a slight fuss in her dad’s arms, hiccuping once.

“oh,” suguru coos, consoling her by tickling the soft skin of her feet. “it’s okay, mama’s just being mean.”

despite his words though, he slowly stands up and carefully joins you on the bed, instinctively wrapping an arm around you to tuck you into his side, his heartbeat on the high line knowing that both his girls were safe in his arms, where the both of you rightfully belonged.

“but you’re gonna love her anyway. i know i do,” he reassures his daughter, stroking her little tuft of obsidian black hair, his first gift to her, as if the newborn had the intellectual capacity to understand a single word that comes out of his mouth.

you indulge him anyway, leaving him to his sweet ramblings, preferring not to say anything that could sully this moment of pure unadulterated bliss, a mere passing second in the vast expanse of the turbulent life you and suguru will have to lead as protectors of those who are vulnerable to the demonic forces that lurk in the world’s many back-alleys where even the purest sunlight could not reach. suguru’s soul had been so tormented by the abyssal darkness that slowly consumed him owed to the many cursed spirits he’s had to exorcise that he had long believed himself to be damned, forsaken by the heavens.

but now, how could he still find the nerve to hold on to that pessimistic and borderline cynical belief as he cradles the little nymph of his heart in his arms?

suddenly, a thought hits you and you sit up to stare down at your daughter who was contentedly and happily gurgling away as suguru pokes the tip of her nose.

“akari,” you whisper, testing out the feel of your daughter’s would be name on your lips — the faithful companion that will walk with her for life, a sacred gift that will outlive you and her father. suguru’s eyes widen, awe-struck at the notion of you wanting to name your daughter after the brilliant morning sun, the same one that had greeted her the minute she came into this world.

“akari,” suguru’s voice wobbles. overwhelmed by the rush of emotions, he shifts to press a loving kiss on the crown of your head before bringing akari’s little hand to his lips, softly kissing her minuscule fingers in pure adoration. “heaven’s light.”

[taytjiefourie]

Show Don't Tell: Happiness

And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for... drum roll, please! We're diving into the emotion of happiness in today's post of my 'Show don't Tell: Emotions' series. If you're a regular, welcome back! And if you're new here, a warm welcome to you, my dear!

Today's topic is happiness.

Happiness is such a wonderful feeling! It brings us pleasure, contentment, and joy, and often leaves us with a sense of well-being and satisfaction with life. In creative writing, happiness can be a powerful tool to convey positivity and hope, to contrast with darker emotions, or to create a satisfying resolution.

If you want to show happiness in your writing, there are many effective ways to do so. One of the most obvious ways is through your characters' body language. They can jump for joy, laugh brightly, or even have a smile so wide it hurts their cheeks!

Smile broadly or grin from ear to ear

Laugh or giggle

Jump or skip with joy

Clap hands or fist pump

Hug or high-five someone

Dance or sway to music

Stand up straighter or raise their head

Bounce on their toes or wiggle in excitement

Open their arms wide

Lean in towards someone or something

Have a relaxed posture and open gestures

Tilt their head back or close their eyes in pleasure

Breathe deeply and exhale with a sigh of contentment

Rub their hands together in glee

Raise their eyebrows in excitement

Twirl around or spin

Skip or hop

Shrug their shoulders in delight

Tap their feet or fingers in rhythm

Squint or close their eyes in pleasure

Nod their head enthusiastically

Sway or rock back and forth

Fist pump or air punch

Squeal or shriek with joy

Playfully nudge or poke someone

Flap their hands in excitement

Jump up and down

Do a little dance or shimmy

Hold their hands up in victory

Clap or cheer loudly

Open their mouth in surprise or delight

Rub their stomach or pat their heart

Touch their face or hair

Hug themselves or wrap their arms around their body

Toss their head back in laughter

Swing their arms or hold them out wide

Skip or hop on one foot

Lean in towards someone or something

Exaggerate facial expressions (e.g., widen eyes, grin widely)

Whistle or hum a tune

Make a thumbs-up gesture

Squirm or wriggle with pleasure

Hold hands with someone or link arms

Let's put it this way: the body isn't the only way for authors to convey their characters' emotions. Sensory details are a powerful tool to immerse readers in a character's world. By describing what they see, hear, taste, smell, and feel, we can bring readers into the character's experience. But we need to go beyond surface-level sensations and capture what the character feels on the inside as well.

Smiling widely or grinning from ear to ear

Laughing heartily or giggling uncontrollably

Dancing, skipping, or jumping with joy

Humming or singing a happy tune

Taking deep breaths and exhaling contentedly

Feeling a warm and fuzzy sensation in their chest or stomach

Savoring the taste of a delicious food or drink

Noticing the vibrant colors and beauty of their surroundings

Feeling the sun on their skin or the breeze in their hair

Hearing the sound of birds chirping or children playing in the distance

Feeling a sense of lightness or buoyancy in their body

Experiencing a tingling or ticklish sensation

Jumping up and down or bouncing on their toes

Clapping their hands or hugging someone tightly

Closing their eyes and smiling serenely

Feeling a rush of energy or excitement

Noticing pleasant scents, like flowers or fresh-baked cookies

Tasting the sweetness of fruit or candy

Feeling the softness of a plush toy or blanket

Running their fingers through sand or grass

Hearing the sound of a favorite song or musician

Watching a beloved movie or TV show

Feeling the coolness of a refreshing drink or ice cream

Taking in the beauty of a sunset or sunrise

Enjoying the sensation of being hugged or cuddled

Noticing the warmth of a loved one's touch or embrace

Feeling a sense of accomplishment or pride

Basking in the glow of positive feedback or compliments

Feeling a sense of relief or release from stress

Being immersed in a favorite hobby or activity

Feeling a sense of connection with others

Noticing the sparkle in someone's eyes or the curve of their smile

Feeling the rush of wind on a rollercoaster or other thrilling ride

Enjoying the sensation of swimming or floating in water

Feeling the comforting weight of a pet or stuffed animal on their lap

Hearing the sound of a baby's laughter or a friend's joke

Smelling the aroma of a delicious meal or favorite comfort food

Feeling the texture of a favorite fabric, like silk or cashmere

Noticing the beauty of art, like a painting or sculpture

Enjoying the sensation of being outside in nature, like hiking or camping.

Continuing on from our discussion on sensory detail, our next topic is all about action! The way a character moves and interacts with their surroundings can be a great way to show their emotions, including happiness. You might notice some overlap with our previous discussion on body language, as the two often work hand in hand.

Smiling or grinning widely

Laughing or giggling

Jumping up and down or dancing

Hugging or kissing someone

High-fiving or fist-bumping

Skipping or running

Singing or humming a happy tune

Whistling or clapping their hands

Doing something they love, such as playing music or painting

Sharing good news or accomplishments with others

Showing gratitude or appreciation towards others

Offering to help or support someone in need

Expressing optimism or hope for the future

Being kind or generous to others

Taking deep breaths and feeling a sense of calm and contentment.

Doing a happy dance

Giving someone a thumbs up

Offering a high-pitched, cheerful greeting

Whipping out a camera or phone to take a picture

Whipping out a camera or phone to take a selfie

Leaning forward with a big grin

Widening the eyes in joy and excitement

Throwing their arms out wide in exuberance

Doing a victory pose with fists in the air

Nodding and smiling with a sense of approval

Having a bright and lively conversation with others

Celebrating by popping a bottle of champagne or soda

Pumping fists in the air or chest-bumping

Cheering or clapping excitedly for someone or something

Staring off into the distance with a contented smile

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh of relief and satisfaction

Walking with a spring in their step

Picking flowers or enjoying nature

Baking or cooking a special treat for someone

Telling jokes or sharing humorous anecdotes

Giving someone a warm hug or a pat on the back

Sitting in a comfortable chair with a relaxed smile

Expressing genuine interest and curiosity in someone or something

Offering a comforting presence or a listening ear

Sharing a happy memory or personal achievement

Gazing lovingly at a significant other or family member

Taking part in a fun and engaging activity with others

Expressing excitement and anticipation for a future event or experience

Giving someone a playful nudge or wink

Let's dive into the topic of setting! It's more than just a physical space for your characters to exist in, it's about how they interact with it and react to it. The location, the scenery, and your character's responses to them can all be powerful tools to convey their emotions, including happiness.

Skipping, jumping or running around

Smiling or laughing while enjoying the scenery

Engaging in activities that bring them joy, such as playing music or reading a book

Dancing, swaying or moving rhythmically to music

Taking deep breaths of fresh air or savoring the aroma of flowers or food

Hugging or kissing loved ones, or expressing affection to pets

Participating in outdoor activities, such as swimming or hiking, with enthusiasm

Noticing and appreciating the beauty of the setting, such as the colors of a sunset or the intricate patterns in a forest

Expressing gratitude or excitement about an event or opportunity in the setting

Engaging in playful or lighthearted banter with others, demonstrating a sense of ease and joy

Basking in the warmth of the sun or feeling the coolness of a breeze

Indulging in a favorite treat or drink, such as ice cream or hot chocolate

Spending time with animals, either domestic or wild, and showing delight in their company

Expressing wonder and awe at the majesty of natural wonders, such as waterfalls or mountains

Engaging in physical activity with enthusiasm, such as playing sports or dancing

Enjoying a picnic or outdoor meal with loved ones

Taking part in a community event or celebration with excitement

Taking time to appreciate small details in the environment, such as the sound of birds singing or the rustling of leaves

Making art or taking photographs to capture the beauty of the setting

Connecting with others through shared experiences in the setting, such as storytelling or singing around a campfire

Feeling a sense of accomplishment or pride in overcoming a challenge in the setting, such as climbing a difficult trail or completing a scavenger hunt

Smiling or expressing joy at the sight of familiar landmarks or locations

Taking time to relax or meditate in a peaceful environment, such as a garden or park

Engaging in creative activities, such as writing or painting, to express their happiness

Expressing gratitude or appreciation for the people and experiences in the setting

Showing excitement or anticipation for future adventures or experiences in the setting

Taking part in cultural or historical activities that evoke a sense of happiness and pride

Playing games or engaging in playful activities with friends or family

Have you ever noticed how a sunny day, singing birds, and blooming flowers can instantly uplift your mood? The same effect applies to the settings/location in your story. Even without a character present, the scenery can influence the readers' perception of the mood. It's relatively easy to convey happiness through the scenery by incorporating bright and beautiful elements.

Weather: Sunny skies, clear blue skies, and warm temperatures can create a cheerful and happy atmosphere.

Time of Day: Early morning or midday can create a bright and positive atmosphere.

Location: A park or a beach can create a sense of happiness and relaxation.

Objects: Brightly colored or playful objects can indicate a character's happiness and joy.

Colors: Bright or pastel colors like pink or yellow can be used to create a sense of happiness.

Noises: Soft and melodic sounds like birds chirping or soft music can create a sense of happiness and calm.

Crowds: A lively and bustling environment, such as a festival or concert, can be used to create feelings of happiness and excitement.

Architecture: Warm and inviting environments like a cozy home or a charming cafe can create a sense of happiness and comfort.

Nature: A lush and verdant landscape can create a sense of happiness and contentment. Animals: Playful or affectionate animals can be used to create a sense of joy and happiness.

Hey, now we get to dive into some dialogue! It's a fantastic tool to showcase emotions, especially happiness. Your characters' tone of voice, choice of words, and how they deliver those words can all capture their happiness in a stunning way.

Using positive and cheerful language, such as "great," "fantastic," or "wonderful."

Laughing or chuckling at appropriate moments in conversation.

Expressing gratitude or appreciation for a situation or person.

Sharing good news with others and being excited about it.

Using exclamation points or emojis to show enthusiasm.

Using playful or teasing language with loved ones or close friends.

Asking others about their own happy experiences or memories.

Complimenting others on their accomplishments or actions.

Using endearments or affectionate language with loved ones.

Offering to help others with a task or problem in a cheerful manner.

Smiling frequently during conversation.

Using a lively and upbeat tone of voice.

Engaging in friendly banter or teasing with others.

Using positive affirmations, such as "I'm so lucky" or "Everything is going well."

Recalling happy memories or experiences.

Expressing optimism about the future.

Showing interest and enthusiasm for others' interests and hobbies.

Being open and receptive to new experiences.

Offering words of encouragement or support to others.

Displaying physical affection, such as hugging or high-fiving.

Speaking in a fast and energetic manner.

Showing a willingness to help others.

Being playful or silly with friends or family.

Making jokes or using humor in conversation.

Engaging in activities or hobbies that bring joy.

Saying "thank you" often and with genuine appreciation.

Expressing excitement about upcoming events or plans.

Using positive self-talk and focusing on personal strengths and accomplishments.

Expressing love and affection to significant others or family members.

Being generous with compliments and praise towards others.

And after all that, you get to delve into your character's mind and showcase their thoughts and core feelings, which can reveal their happiness. Expressing a character's thoughts is a great way to convey happiness in creative writing. It allows readers to get a closer look at the character's emotions and makes for a more intimate reading experience. When a writer reveals a character's innermost feelings, it strengthens the connection between the reader and the character.

For instance, if a character is feeling happy, their thoughts may reflect their sense of contentment, satisfaction, and positivity. They may dwell on things that bring them joy, such as achieving a goal, having a meaningful relationship, or enjoying a beautiful sunset. By describing the character's thoughts, the writer can give the reader insight into what is making the character happy and allow them to share in that happiness.

Furthermore, a character's thoughts can be used to contrast their present happiness with past struggles or sadness. By demonstrating how the character has overcome adversity or grown as a person, the writer can create a feeling of triumph and fulfillment that adds depth to the character's happiness.

A sense of contentment and satisfaction with their life or current situation

Thoughts of gratitude or appreciation for the good things in their life

Positive self-talk, such as reminding themselves of their accomplishments or strengths

Optimistic thoughts about the future or upcoming events

Thoughts of joy or excitement over something they're looking forward to

Thoughts of love or affection towards someone they care about

Daydreaming or fantasizing about happy scenarios or possibilities

Feeling a sense of lightness or freedom in their thoughts, with fewer worries or anxieties

A sense of fulfillment or accomplishment after achieving a goal or completing a task

A desire to share their happiness with others or spread joy to those around them.

Feeling a sense of belonging or connectedness with others

Being grateful for small pleasures, like a beautiful sunset or a good cup of coffee

Feeling a sense of relief or release after overcoming a challenge or obstacle

Feeling a sense of validation or recognition for their efforts or hard work

Feeling a sense of pride in themselves or others

Reflecting on happy memories or past experiences

Feeling a sense of anticipation or excitement for upcoming events or opportunities

Feeling a sense of comfort or security in familiar surroundings or with familiar people

Feeling a sense of wonder or amazement at the world around them

Feeling a sense of accomplishment or progress towards a long-term goal

Thinking about ways to help or support others, and feeling happy at the thought of making a positive impact

Feeling a sense of peace or serenity in a quiet moment or peaceful environment

Feeling a sense of enthusiasm or passion for a particular hobby or interest

Feeling a sense of nostalgia for past experiences or happy times

Feeling a sense of connectedness to nature or the outdoors

Thinking about happy moments shared with loved ones, such as holidays or family gatherings

Feeling a sense of awe or inspiration from witnessing acts of kindness or beauty

Feeling a sense of relief or release after expressing emotions like love, forgiveness, or empathy

Feeling a sense of confidence or empowerment after overcoming fear or self-doubt

Feeling a sense of awe or gratitude towards a higher power or spiritual force.

Let's chat about metaphors and analogies, two super fun tools that can bring your writing to life and help you show your characters' joy! Just remember not to go overboard, or your readers might get tired out.

So, what are metaphors and analogies? These are literary devices that writers use to compare two different things. A metaphor says that one thing is another thing, while an analogy explains how two things are similar. These tools are perfect for creative writing because they create vivid and unforgettable images that can show happiness in a powerful and unforgettable way.

You can use metaphors and analogies to show happiness in many different ways. They can help make the emotion more tangible and real. Instead of saying "she was happy," you might write "she was like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, filled with joy and wonder." This comparison creates an image that's much more memorable and helps the reader feel the character's happiness more deeply.

Metaphors and analogies can also be used to create contrast, which can make the happiness even more impactful. For example, you might describe a character's happiness as "a rainbow bursting through the clouds after a thunderstorm." This comparison creates a feeling of hope and joy that's made even more powerful by the contrast with the stormy setting.

"She felt like a bird released from a cage, soaring with joy."

"His heart felt like a sunflower, turning towards the light of her smile."

"The warmth of happiness spread through her like a sunrise, chasing away the darkness."

"He was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning, unable to contain his excitement."

"Her happiness bubbled up like a pot of boiling water, spilling over in laughter and smiles."

"He felt like a runner crossing the finish line, victorious and elated."

"She was a cat curled up in a sunbeam, purring with contentment."

"His happiness was a beacon, shining bright and spreading joy to all around him."

"She felt like a flower blooming in the spring, bursting with vibrant colors and life."

"His heart was a kite caught in a strong wind, soaring higher and higher with each moment of joy."

"Her happiness was a songbird, chirping a beautiful melody in her heart."

"He felt like a child with a new toy, excited and full of wonder."

"She was a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, spreading her wings and basking in the sunlight."

"His happiness was a warm hug, comforting and enveloping."

"She felt like a rainbow after a storm, bringing light and color to the world."

"His heart was a hummingbird, beating fast with joy and energy."

"She was a lighthouse, shining a beacon of happiness and hope."

"His happiness was a fountain, bubbling up and spilling over with joy."

"She felt like a puzzle piece finally finding its place, completing the picture of her life."

"His heart was a symphony, playing a beautiful melody of happiness and contentment."

"She was a shooting star, streaking across the sky and leaving a trail of happiness in her wake."

"His happiness was a warm blanket, wrapping him in comfort and peace."

"She felt like a flower blooming in a desert, defying the odds and spreading joy in a harsh environment."

"His heart was a drumbeat, pulsing with the rhythm of happiness and excitement."

"She was a bird building a nest, filled with purpose and joy in creating a home."

"His happiness was a wave, washing over him and carrying him to a place of contentment."

"She felt like a river flowing freely, unrestricted and joyful in its movement."

"His heart was a candle, glowing bright with happiness and spreading warmth to those around him."

"She was a firework exploding in the sky, lighting up the darkness with bursts of happiness and color."

"His happiness was a treasure chest, filled with priceless memories and experiences."

Thanks for reading my post today, my lovely readers! If you're new to the series, don't forget to check out my other posts on various emotions besides happiness. They're all on my Tumblr or you can find them organized a bit better here! Until next Monday!

[insxghtt]

could you do more bella x bpd reader? maybe like a specific moment or symptom that they help you through? -🐞

omg you just read my mind i love this

hypersensitivity — bella ramsey x bpd!reader

Bella was one of the best people you’ve ever met. Not only because they were a great partner, the love of your life, extremely beautiful and talented and smart, but also because they had the ability to see people for who they were.

When they heard your diagnosis for the first time, they weren’t scared like everyone else. They listened quietly, nodded, and gave you one of the best hugs of your life. You cried. A lot, actually. Bella stayed there and dried your last tear with the sleeve of his green sweatshirt. Then, he held your face with his two hands and kissed your cheeks.

“You’re still my girl. Nothing changed”, they said.

And really, nothing changed. Of course, now Bella could understand you more. They were able to realize the things that bothered you. Like, for example, strong smells that made you grumpy, movies that made you more emotional, songs that made you cry, changes in your routine that made you feel stressed.

They also realized how scared you were of the judgment from other people. You always heard that you were just “too much”. Too emotional, too angry, too depressed, too intense. And some words triggered you so bad that made you want to hide from the world forever.

Once, you invited her to dinner with your friends from high school. You knew it would be hard for you and that you would need him there. School was not easy and the memories would probably hit you like a punch in the stomach.

“I can’t even believe that you found someone”, one of your high school friends said to you. “I mean, I thought you’d be single forever. You were always so exaggerated when it came to love.”

She said it like it was a joke. Well, it was an awful joke and not funny at all. Plus, the use of the word “exaggerated” was the worst part. You tried your best to hide how much that bothered you and just laughed, but the tears in your eyes were already about to fall. You hated that. It was like you were about to overflow. Your blood was burning, the pain in your chest was insufferable. Thankfully, none of them seemed to notice while you held back your cry. Except, of course, for Bella.

Without even saying a word, they looked at you and immediately knew you wanted to leave. Bella was very good at reading you.

“Shit, darling, i forgot to tell you that Pedro invited us to have breakfast with him and his sister tomorrow morning”, Bella said, interrupting your friend who was about to tell a story about one of your first crushes.

Bella really was good at acting. 

“Really?”, your voice cracked a little from the tears you were holding back.

“Yeah, he said he wanted to see us before going back to LA.”

“You’re friends with Pedro Pascal?”, your high school friend asked you, her tone sounding a bit envious.

What a bitch, you thought. Now you remembered why you decided to push her away after your graduation.

“Yes”, you answered, sounding more confident now.

“Anyway, we should probably go now, it’s getting late and we need to wake up early”, Bella continued.

“Okay…”, the girl gave you a fake smile.

You and Bella said goodbye to all the people and left the restaurant, heading back to their car. Bella had their arm around your waist and you saw them rolling their eyes as soon as you walked out of the door, which made you giggle. Somehow, you forgot about how much the words of your “friend” hurted you.

Bella opened the car door for you like they always did, and after you were inside, they walked around and got on the driver's side.

“Are you okay?”, Bella asked with a soft tone.

You smiled, looking at those beautiful brown eyes.

“Yeah”, you whispered. God, you loved them so much. “I’m okay now.”

[theredhairedmonkey]

In the heart of Katolis castle, amidst the grandeur of its stone walls, Soren, Callum, and Rayla sat before a campfire in the castle courtyard while Ezran convened with Opeli on the crisis in Lux Aurea.

The flickering flames of a carefully tended fire illuminated Soren's face as he couldn't hold back his questions any longer. "Hey, Callum," he began, poking at the fire. "How did you even learn the Ocean Arcanum? Did you find some ancient scroll or a magical tome?"

Callum looked up from his sketchbook, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Nah, it's not like that. You can't just read about it and get it. Arcana come from lived experiences, the connection to the primal source. But, I did have a little help."

Soren raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Help? What kind of help?"

With a casual grace, Callum reached into his bag, retrieving a weathered book with a sea-blue cover. "A book of Ocean poems I stumbled upon in the castle library. The words resonated with the magic of the ocean, helping me grasp the Arcanum in a more profound way."

Rayla raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Poetry? You're telling me you actually found the key to elemental magic in a book of poems? I thought you were joking!"

“Hey, don’t knock it! The rhythm of the language, the emotional resonance...it stirred something…elemental inside me.”

Soren cleared his throat theatrically. “Oh Callum the poetic prince, weaving spells with heartfelt verse!” He exclaimed in exaggerated fashion.

Callum chuckled while Rayla playfully elbowed Soren’s arm. “Didn’t know you had a knack for poetry too,” she teased.

Soren took Callum’s book of ocean poems into his hands. "So, what’s next, painting landscapes?"

A chuckle escaped Callum's lips. "Well, maybe not landscapes. At least not yet. Dunno, maybe that would help with the Earth Arcanum?"

Rayla’s eyes glinted with curiosity. "Who would've thought, the former High Mage turned poet. What's your take on this, Soren?"

Soren, never one to miss an opportunity for a friendly jab, cleared his throat dramatically. "Ahem, Prince Callum, the poetic mage, casting spells with a quill on an enchanted page!"

Callum smirked. "Okay, that was terrible, but I appreciate the effort."

Undeterred, Soren continued, now fully embracing his poetic side. "By the ocean's edge, with waves so grand, Callum found magic in the sand. With every rhyme, he flies above, a princely poet, spreading love."

Callum couldn't contain his laughter any longer. "Alright, Soren, you win. I never knew you had such a hidden flair for rhyming."

Soren, reveling in his poetic victory, grinned. "Well, maybe I'll start dropping rhymes on the battlefield!"

Rayla, with a sly grin, teased Soren, "Who would’ve guess the big tough warrior had a soft spot for poetry?"

Soren winked. "Soft spot? More like a strategic advantage. Imagine facing an enemy who's too confused to fight because you hit them with unexpected rhymes."

Callum, still chuckling, added, "It's a unique tactical approach, to say the least."

"Who would've thought our journey would include poetry lessons from Soren of all people?” Rayla asked.

Callum, finishing up a quick doodle in his book, replied, "Life is full of surprises, I suppose."

Rayla met Soren’s eyes with a smile. “Poetry in moonlight,” she said, lifting her gaze to the glittering blanket of stars above. “Friends beside a dwindling fire.” Her hand found Callum’s, their fingers intertwining. “The laughter of loved ones, where just hours before there was only silence.”

Callum gave her hand a grateful squeeze, touched by her words. “Hey now, look who discovered her inner poet.”

“And just like that, my work here is done!” Soren announced. Getting up, he let out an exaggerated groan. “It’s getting late, we should probably call it a night.” 

“Agreed,” Callum said at last, gathering his sketchbook as Soren kicked dirt over the cooling coals. The three wandered back inside, the mystical poetry book tucked under Callum’s arm. The Ocean Arcanum flowing through his veins. But the real magic of the night glowing in their hearts.

[bitterkarmaa]

cracks knuckles

Eclipse headcanons: Really likes soft things - blankets, pillows, bean bags (thanks Lunar) and perhaps extra secretly even plushies! This is a mix of the fact they help keep him warm on his bad days, and ease the pain and anxieties and the fact he had a beloved plush (mr howls) once.

ALSO because ND headcanons goes brrr i like to think he finds certain soft textures nice to stim with by running his fingers/claws through them!

If given the chance and if he learned that they exist, i feel like he would absolutely secretly sneak off to underground fighting rings to duke it out with others and indulge his love for fighting but in an enviroment where its allowed (granted he doesnt outright kill anyone) but whether this would actually be healthy for his mindset or not is debatable gjfkgh

Lunar headcanons: A LOT smarter than he lets on! A sly litle sh*t when he wants to be, the childish nature is a mix of genuine 'he's just like that' but also possibly exaggerated depending on the situation (like if he wants to twist something to go his way)

He's good at lying, very good and has high pain tolerance (those last two i picked out from the show back when Lunar was at his peak there and he lied to Eclipse's face without flinching when Eclipse turned Moon's pain onto him)

Likes heavy metal music (just cos i think it would be really funny)

KC headcanons: Very much bite and little bark by default, BUT in regards to Eclipse i feel like that would be mostly switched - mostly bark but little bite - but the bark is enough to keep Eclipse in line because oh sh*t dads angy-

He died at some point and thats a catalyst to why he started acting so cold toward Eclipse, or at least part of it - he lost some part of himself, his ability to express emotion was damaged in some way or him dying and coming back made him more hardened to the world and since he goes so strongly by logic he adopted a new mindset that in order to survive he'd have to be harsh and so projected that onto Eclipse also.

Also when he adopts Solar Flare, i feel like a big part of the jealousy on Eclipse's end will be possibly due to KC expressing some of his original softness towards Solar Flare because the emotionally distant cold approach he took with Eclipse before would not/will not work here (especially since Solar has emotional issues of his own, just the opposite to Eclipse and more like KC)

Rays headcanons: VERY observant and VERY sensitive to even the smallest changes in others moods/behaviours. This being due to the abuse he suffered under the evil lord Eclipse, and so he would have learned to be very hyper aware of his former masters moods and even the smallest of hints/warnings that he was in or approaching a foul mood.

Has a habit of putting himself inbetween others to explain on their behalf or even taking a hit (looking at that last one shot) because he's experienced enough to know how to handle a tense or violent situation. A quick thinker in high stress situations also for similar reasons.

On a lighter note, i think he'd also be very fond of fashion and wearing different types of clothes! Since he always wore the same thing for 200 odd years, i think having access to variety would be a huge thing for him (maybe he learns how to sew too so he can make his own!)

Veil headcanons: I think should he get past his anxieties, he'd really enjoy working with kids! He passes off as the type to be a performer, an entertainer to make kids laugh - can absolutely see him putting on puppet shows or clowning around more akin to a jester like Sun and Moon (and even Bloodmoon though they would very much not agree im sure fjkgh)

Absolutely can also see him having a great fondness for plushies, and i love to think he'd collect them too (like beanies or dolls or something) and decorate his room/bed with them (also as a bonus cute idea maybe Rays could make little clothes for them too!)

Bloodmoon headcanons: Despite their violent nature, like Veil i also see them as potentially greatly enjoying the idea of performing and being silly jesters! Imagine they watch Monsters INC and see how the monsters change from scaring kids to making them laugh and that sticks with them and maybe they try to work towards being more like that theirselves later down the line (with the bloodstone also helping to manage their condition it could make it a little easier)

But i feel if they did go that route they would perform on stage or in a space that separates people from them just to be safe, to prevent any accidents from occuring if someone gets a little too close. Also i like the idea if they are bored and by theirselves they might playfight or chase each other in the headspace of their shared body! (or play Uno /hj)

Stares at this wall of text with big eyes

I’ll confirm and deny some of these, but feel free to keep the ones I deny, even so. The fact that you have so many for my blorbo collection honestly just 😭😭 dude thank you

—ECLIPSE—

Confirm:

Eclipse LOVES blankets, pillows, and specifically the beanbag that Lunar allowed him to rest on during his recovery :) the warmth consoles him that he’s still alive

Eclipse ADORES plushies, and that’s nurtured by the fact that KC liked to get him one every now and then to lift his spirits. Mr. Howls was his first! He also occasionally got them from the kids :,)

HE LOVES SOFT BLANKETS ESPECIALLY he sleeps with one that he often stims with when he needs time to decompress

Other notes:

The fighting ring idea is honestly so cool, I never even considered that…I would deny that, since it hadn’t come to mind and thusly wouldn’t have been canon, but I like the idea so much that it gets the canon stamp. Maybe for a darker, more brutal drabble (Halloween perhaps?) I could allow Eclipse to…indulge himself…

—LUNAR—

Confirm:

He’s actually quite brilliant! He just uses his intelligence in different ways :)

The innocence is a bit of a facade, but, you’re right, not completely.

“‘Clipsy said that you’d help me find the PS4 controller. Can you? I really wanna play.”

He is an incredible liar and has decent pain tolerance compared to say…Sun or Moon, for example. He’s pretty good at taking hits- a lot like Rays, which is one of the reasons they get along.

Other notes:

Heavy metal? Possibly. I could see that. I personally think that he likes classical! He actually HATES children’s music (nursery rhymes, lullabies, exc.) but heavy metal would be good for times that he needs to scream LMAO

—KILLCODE—

Confirm:

Attack first, think later! You’d be right, it tends to lean more towards bite no bark in tense situations! However, you’re also correct when it comes to it being switched for Eclipse…he’s still KC’s son, no matter what.

It’s been practically confirmed (I’m awful at keeping secrets) that KC has died. A lot of the “brain” functionalities within KC never came back online after he was brought back, and thusly it’s emotions remained very subdued as a result. Consider it a robot stroke. It feels random surges of emotion and then complete and total numbness, and eventually it just settled on hardening itself to the world because it was easier than trying to fix everything. It became bitter towards Eclipse for a few reasons, but those reasons eventually meant nothing to Eclipse because all he felt was the backlash.

Blood Moon’s jealousy arc is NOTHING compared to what Eclipse’s will be.

Other notes:

You got like everything right lol

—RAYS—

Confirm:

His AI was designed to learn and evolve, which means he actually has sensors that give him a readout on dangerous situations and/or shifts in mood. This can sometimes be swayed by his own anxiety, however.

Yes, those evolutions in his code were a result of the abuse he sustain from Lord Shithead.

He is the resident target practice! He does put himself in between disputes quite often, as he sees himself as more of a buffer than an actual sentient being.

Thinks and makes so many possible predictions of situations at a very quick rate. Thusly how he was already up the ladder urging Eclipse to come over with Veil in the most recent drabble ;)

Lunar and Sun are teaching him how to sew :) he loves to wear dresses and skirts since his former asshole lord would always berate him for it before. So homophobic smh

Other notes:

Nail in the coffin again no further comments moving on

—VEIL—

Confirm:

Children? Children! He’s already quite curious about them, so it’s more than likely that he’ll end up helping out down there once he’s calmed down a bit. Who knows, maybe he’ll drag Eclipse with him ;)?

Main difference between present Eclipse and Veil: Veil jests in a not-malicious way. He loves acting out scenes in his head, or voicing characters in a book he’s reading. Puppet-shows would be a BLAST with him involved!!

He collects beanie babies (specifically the bears)

He has a small army on top of his bookshelf

They watch him sleep

Other notes:

He likes goldfish

—BLOOD MOON—

Confirm:

They love performing for the kids! On their less-violent days they beg Sun to let them use the theater for a show, and sometimes Sun begrudgedly allows this on the condition that they don’t step off the stage.

They agree because they don’t want to hurt the kids anyways, if the urge would arise.

They do play with one another quite a lot :D their favorite game is tag, but instead of just touching the other they tackle each other and roll around. Whoever emerges on bottom is it!

Eclipse installed Battleship into their system. They’ve never been the same since.

It’s the main reason they went insane really /j

Other notes:

They have an obsession with water, despite it being deadly for them 😭

[astarsol]

ch. 7 - sounds like you’re my grandpa or something

    someone grabs your earbud, lightly pulling it out of your right ear. when you look over at the figure, your face contorted into one of disgust. when you get a glance at the individual, his blonde-dyed hair draws your eyes in. "hello," he hands you the earbud, a smile on his face.

  "you're late," you look over at atsumu, a scowl overtaking your face. 

  he gives you a lop-sided grin, his nose scrunching a little. you roll your eyes, despite your annoyance you still grab the chair beside you and pull it back. your hand pats the seating of it, a slight tinge of heat soaring through your veins.

  "sorry about that," atsumu whispers, searching through his bag as he sits down. he grabs out his laptop, a couple volleyball themed stickers decorating the back of it, "i forgot my flash cards and figured studying without them would be pretty difficult."

  you smile to yourself, your shoes tapping against the flooring. he then proceeds to grab out a pair of glasses, the frames round and totally out of place on his face. they're a soft silver, the sides a little crooked. you look at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "you wear glasses?!"

  "bifocals, actually. but yeah reading glasses, it helps with blue light and stuff," atsumu opens his laptop, trying to ignore the bewildered look taking its place on your face. 

  "no one calls it bifocals, buddy," you keep your body facing him, your laptop's screen darkening as you memory forgoes its existence. 

  his eyebrows narrow, his mouth shaped into an exaggerated frown. "how dare you, besides, i'm more like a bro than a buddy, you know?" a smile spreads across atsumu's face like butter.

  you scrunch up your face a little, a look of 'really?' is conveyed through your eyes. atsumu nods, somehow conversing with you through nothing but your precise body language. your hand runs along the side of the table, "okay, bro, are you going to start calling me dude or something?"

  "well... dude, queen of astronomy, honey, are all great nicknames. but honestly, i got to go with champ, it suits you," atsumu shrugs his shoulders, holding back intense laughter as he notices the mix of emotions passing your face. 

  with a push to his shoulder, you shake your head, "champ doesn't work, sounds like you're my grandpa or something. how about just n/n, or even better, y/n!" you smile, looking over at atsumu, not even thinking about the 'honey' that he somehow slipped in there.

  atsumu rolls his eyes, his mouth open as though he's about to say something. however, it slowly closes as he notices kuroo beelining for your table. his backpack is strung on his shoulders and he has the same bold smile he had in high school. atsumu gives him a wave, causing you turn around and look. 

  "long time no see kuroo," atsumu purses his lips, he hadn't seen him besides a few college games. 

  kuroo gives atsumu a quick nod, his attention clearly focused on you and your presence at the table. he leans his hand against the table, his other hand on his hip, "so how are you doing? wasn't expecting to see you here, it's kind of my study ground."

  you looks back at atsumu, an awkward expression showing clearly to the player. "yeah, i'm good, just studying. which we should really get back to because i have work later... but maybe we'll see you here again!" you shrug, an enthusiastic voice ringing through despite the fact that it's hushed. 

  "right, yeah, that totally makes sense. maybe we could get dinner sometime, i could text you the details," kuroo cocks his eyebrow, his eyes sizing you up. 

  "yeah.. probably lunch, i have mostly closing shifts. we could go with a group, i'm sure i could see if tsukishima would want to go," you grab your phone, swinging it a little in your hand. 

  kuroo nods, shrugging his shoulders. it's clearly not the answer he was expecting, certainly not what he was used to. he simply agrees, patting your shoulder before walking away with a slight slouch. you bite your lip, turning back to atsumu. 

  his face is somewhat bright, a shine that you didn't quite notice before. "sorry about that, uh i have to study physics for finals, what about you?" you shake your head, waiting for atsumu to change the subject and keep it rolling. 

  "i need help with anatomy, can't remember it for the life of me," atsumu grabs a large stack of index cards, "so between physics and anatomy, it seems like we have our hands full."

masterlist / previous

fun facts; - your call ended up lasting an hour before you headed for the library - atsumu ended up blocking quickattack3’s secondary account :)) - atsumu saw your replies and can’t tell if you thought it was a date date or get together date - he regrets calling you champ every second of the day

taglist (open); @alienvarmint @buggy-cj

[darkwingsnark]

Okokokokok so like your bowluigi fic literally makes my day. Small sort of rant— Work is shitty, family is shitty, my country is being shitty and I can’t leave the house to live a good life because of pain. …. But seeing those dorks and reading the perfect way you write them- how you exaggerate bowsers behaviour in a way that’s just him?? And Luigi isn’t just a no personality ‘soft boy uwu’ and peach is both badass and cool and mario like I love my bro but bowser???? Really?? While not making any character a specific bad guy- moreof it’s the characters perspective- just it’s amazing. Your art is so vibrant and emotive and compliments your writing and vice versa… So thank you, is what that word vomit was trying to say. Thank you for sharing your work and in turn making my dreary life a little easier to get through. I really appreciate it.

That feeling when you almost want to high five somebody for having similar shitty life conditions, only to realize that's probably not how solidarity is supposed to work, aha.

Still, it means a lot that my series could be that distraction for you. Because honestly? That's what writing these characters have been for me too. It feels nice to get to pretend to be somebody who doesn't have chronic pain, as well as sometimes have cool fire powers. [Because, rad let me tell ya. ] But in the end, I just want to tell an enjoyable story. I like the characters from the Mario franchise a ton, and I like walking the line of being very cartoony and silly while also making the emotions very grounded. Which I'm glad you've picked up on! I've been very careful about trying not to paint any of them as terrible people, as I think that over simplifies the experiences of the characters. Back in the day so many fics used to vilify Mario and Peach especially, and I never wanted to do that. Both are absolute sweethearts, just sometimes strong personalities can rub each other the wrong way. That's just life for ya, and it's a process to get them to unlearn some of the animosity. [On both sides. Bowser, I see you ready to throw hands with Mario at a drop of a hat. Cut that out.]

Anyway, I'm letting things get away from me. Thank you for taking the time to leave such a lovely message. I hope my work can continue to bring you some light during these dark times.

[rwalshfilmblog]

Notes on "Language of the Lens" Chapter from "Cinematography: theory and practice: image-making for cinematographers and directors"

The lens and frame 

The filmmaker can use foreground, midground and background to create depth in the frame.

A filmmaker’s selection of lens dictates how much of the image is included in the frame, a wider 80mm lenses can give an exaggerated perception of depth in comparison to a 40mm which mimics our typical vision.

The key optical lens aspects include: 

Perspective

Compression or expansion

Soft/hard

Contrast

Wide lens and expansion of space

A wider lens also allows a wider depth of field, meaning that more of the scene will be in focus. This became a prominent fixture in 1930s cinema, being known as deep focus.

This was done to great effect in Orson Well’s Citizen Kane, where it being shot in deep focused allowed for there to be narrative action taking place in both the foreground, midground and background.

A long lens also known as a telephoto lens provides the opposite effect, making the frame feel compressed and creating a claustrophobic sense of space. This lens is also ideal for action shots, making stunts appear more dramatic than they actually are.

By manipulating perspective a film maker can influence the narrative of the shot as seen with Orson Wells enlarging the image of the fish’s shadow to make it appear more frighting in The lady from Shanghai.

Rack focus allows the film maker to lead the audience through the narrative by shifting their eye from one object of importance to another as dictated by the film’s narrative.

Focus should be on the person of most importance as dictated to the narrative of the scene, whether it be who is experiencing the most emotion, who is taking, who is most prominent, etc. If in doubt refer to call sheet and focus on the actor with the lowest number, e.g. the lead actor would be listed as no. 1.

It is important that all major focus racks are discussed in advanced as it is difficult for the AC and operator to anticipate how the actors are going to move and achieve an effective shot without having rehearsed and planned the scene.

Image control at the lens

Filtration – diffusion filters create a softer image; a common reason is to make the scene more “beautiful”. It is commonly used in romantic, dreamlike scenes.

Soft lenses – Old lenses are used by filmmakers to create a subtly soft image, something that is difficult to achieve with a filter. This technique was used in Saving Private Ryan to mimic the effect of real WWI footage. Soft lenses also offer an apparent greater depth of field.

Flare/Glare – this is when a direct beam of light hits the lens, creating a veiling glare over the whole image. To avoid this lensers are used, flags which keep direct light sources from hitting the lens. However, this can be an effect that can caused deliberately by the filmmaker.

Lens height – By varying the height of the camera from the subject, the filmmaker can imply subtext to viewer such as story implications and emotional tones. This something not to be done without prior thought as changes to the height ca imply different tone and suggestion to viewer.

High angle – This is shot is effective in diminishing the subject with the camera above eye height. A high angle is also effective as an establishing or expository shot, providing an overall look at the surrounding in the frame for the viewer. A very high angle is called a god eye shot as it creates an omniscient distance from the scene.

Low angle – reverse effect of the high angle, makes the subject appear dominant, can create an ominous and foreboding effect. This emphasised with there being little of the surroundings shown in the shot, which can make the viewer feel trapped.

Dutch tilt – This effective as it can create a disorienting effect for the viewer. Since the viewer is used to standard level shots, by having a shot that is off tilt, it can alter the mood of the scene and can suggest a narrative and/or tonal change to the viewer.

[replicantdeviancy]

"help ,  here  —  lend a hand ." He's currently bleeding out on the floor, hand pressed tight to his wound. He gestures to Xander with one hand, holding out his other for the android to help him stand. Besides the very obvious pool of blood leaking out around him, he seems fine. -Gavin, for Xander

He couldn’t deny that in the aftermath of the danger posed by their perp - a man whom had suddenly chosen attack once he’d felt cornered from the chase - the cold numbness of machine apathy was quick to fade, leaving the whole of his being temporarily overwhelmed as realization set in. Like a wave of emotion, worry as to the gravity of Gavin’s condition flooded him & Xander forgot all else in that moment. His partner was demanding assistance to his feet but the android wasn’t thinking of that just then. Almost immediately, he came to crouch at the detective’s side, hands & eyes exploring for damage. Perhaps a little more intimately than one’s work partner should, but by now, no one was questioning the odd relationship Gavin Reed had with the 'stone faced Connor clone’ he’d been assigned to. Gavin brought emotion out in Xander that few expected possible. The android was getting emotional now.

“Stay still,”  he instructed, his usually monotone voice dripping with fret, hints of fear within inflection. His pseudo-breath had quickened slightly with his pulse, concern overriding the automations of his thirium pump regulator, which in turn amplified the heat production inside of him. But it wasn’t the added necessity of secondary cooling that triggered such a bodily response; it was sympathetic nerves. It was times such as this that Xander questioned the reasons why CyberLife had chosen to make their synthetic beings so similar to humans. Was it to make them, he & his predecessor, more efficient hunters? Better manipulators?

Xander didn’t have a manipulative inch of endoframe in his body. It was evident in the genuine concern in his eyes as he scanned Gavins wounds & the surrounding tissue, lips drawn into a frown. His LED painted his temple & the edges of his high cheekbone a vibrant red, only to spin brief blips of yellow as stormy grey searched. The wound wasn’t exactly superficial - Gavin needed a hospital, but he had a promising survival rate of 87.36% with timely intervention.

The android breathed a sigh, the heat pouring from his lips warmer than expected. He was upset & it showed.  “The things you do to yourself…”  He almost sounded disappointed. Unwilling to waste anymore time, he guided his human partner to drape his unoccupied arm over his broad shoulders, held onto his hand while his free arm wrapped around Gavins waist. The firm grip of a hand came to wrap around the wound, taking over for Gavin as he used his grip both as leverage as well as a means to apply even pressure against the bleeding. With that, he stood, helping the detective to his feet in one smooth motion, effortless. CyberLife had claimed his model to be stronger, faster. They hadn’t been exaggerating.

“Let’s get you out of here.”  But he hadn’t been made more socially nor psychologically advanced. Xander was trembling in spite of his confidence, anxious though his partner was alive & breathing, still fully conscious even if he was injured. An internal monologue played upon the edges of his senses, whispering of his failures through the thundering of thirium in his ears. He should have seen this coming. He should have done better to protect Gavin. He would say nothing, but the android knew that he would be thinking about this for weeks to come, that the inevitable scar would be a constant reminder of his inadequacy. A soft curse was uttered beneath his pseudo-breath. This shouldn’t have happened.

@vexeddetective

[its-my-whump]

Medi Whump May - The Merry Whump of May - Day 27

@mediwhumpmay: alt 2 infection

@themerrywhumpofmay: knife - rug burn

Fewer dream, helplessness, desperation, torture, beating, emotional whump, suffering in general

I may have exaggerated here a tiny little bit, but I do like them beaten, bloody and broken :-P

If you like, let me know, what you think. Thanx for reading.

Follow-up: Days 21 - 26

Sam thought this chapter had been closed years ago. He didn't understand, why he was back here, back "home". But it never actually felt like any kind of home, more like spending part of his life in a torture chamber.

'What was his name again?' Sam couldn't even remember this fucks name, who used to make his life more than miserable on a daily basis for years. But unfortunately he could remember the fear and he most definitely could remember the pain. There was so much of it, physically and emotionally.

Sam was laying on a soft surface, breathing in dusty air. It smelled old and used. The pain in the lower part of his back was screaming at him, while he tried to open his eyes. Crumbs, probably bread and maybe some chips, that was the first thing he saw.

His head was pounding like he received a hard kick to the left side of his skull. He knew such a feeling, so it was highly possible, that it actually was s kick to his head inflicting this kind of pain. But he couldn't remember anything. When he tried to focus, there was really nothing he could remember at all, except this room and never ending pain. It always kept coming.

Someone was screaming at him. A high pitched scream, just one note. He pressed his eyes shut, his head on the verge to explode.

The sound was interrupted by someone shouting. "I said. LOOK. AT. ME." Sam cracked his eyes open against all the signs in his aching head not to. Moving his upper body to take a look to the blurry figure standing by his feet, demanding his undevided attention, was just pure torture.

He blinked and it felt like a lifetime consisting of a mere second had passed. He just couldn't tell.

Every muscle, probably even every bone in his body was protesting. Something in his chest seemed to shift. More pain.

But there was an even worse distraction from that constant dulling sensation, when he saw the figure moving. A foot came up and stumped down suddenly. He was about to close his eyes and brace himself for the coming pain, where ever it was going to explode. But the result was instant. A sharp red hot crack and his left leg shot agonising horror from nerve endings up his spin right into his brain.

White, all he saw was bright white. He couldn't breath. The pain was crawling at the walls of his consciousness, until he was suddenly overwhelmed by weakness.

(That was the moment his broken tibia was rearranged.)

#

The smell was there again. He was still laying on this soft surface, when his eyes opened the next time. His head hurt so much. The left side of his face was pressed into the soft ground. He was laying on a carpet or a rug. A low groan left his mouth without him actively participating. "...AT. ME." 'Oh no, he was still here too.'

Sam was suddenly grabbed by his legs. White hot pain instantly rushed up from his left. More pain from his ribs, his stomach, his back, his everywhere.

The person was still blurry but much bigger and stronger than him, even on a normal day. He was pulled by his legs, which actually felt like the guy was trying to pull his legs out. Sam wanted to grab for something out of reflex, but his right hand was useless and even the left had no chance for a strong grip, because everything was covered in blood. Everything was painted in red, even his own vision. Fingers just useless crawling at the floorboards behind that rug and slipping. He, his mind was slipping.

Sam hadn't realised, he was screaming his heart out to deal with the all consuming pain. But it was too much, his last strength just faded away and he was dragged along. His body went slack and was merciless pulled away over miles and miles, over a damn rug. His left cheek and alll of his head felt dirty and bloody all of a sudden. Or was he just reminded of how it had already been feeling before?

Still, he was dragged on over that damn rug. Just like when you're about to lose consciousness and fall. You fall into blackness and fall and fall, but you'll never reach the bottom consciously.

(That was the moment his face and head wounds, not even inches away from the swelling under his skull cap, were cleaned from all the dust and dirt. Stone chips surgically removed and everything stitched up again.)

#

He was still laying on that damn rug, when his eyes reluctantly opened the next time. It must have been a magical rug though, because for him being dragged on it for miles, he was back at the beginning.

The smell had mixed with something else. It was disgusting, antiseptic. He had problems breathing. It was so hard all of a sudden.

Sam couldn't hear him, but he could feel that man was still present. Still fighting for a deep breath, Sam was flipped to his back without warning. The big brutal fist instantly connected with his ribs, something snapped. It felt like a carnivore had sunken its teeth right into his chest. Biting, blinding pain.

"Andrew Samuel Cooper." There was so much pain, yet his mind sneaked this thought into his brain, that nobody had called him by his first given name for years.

It had been straining to breath before, but suddenly it felt like all air was sucked out of him. There was nothing and nothing came in, despite his frantic attempts. More punches and kicks. He just couldn't. His body was thrown from one side to the other.

His mouth opened like a fish out of the water, but nothing happened. There was any kind of relief.

His stepfather was over him again. The big kitchen knife in hand. It was sparkling. 'Why the hell would it sparkle? The room was dim and dusty. Sunlight never really got a chance to bring some life inside due to closed curtains everyday.'

The maniac forced himself onto Sam. The weight alone felt like he was trapped under a tombstone. Sam tried to twist away, but he had nothing left to fight with. "... if you decide to give up on me..." Like some angry news anchor was speaking out of the radio in the next room.

Just like that, the knife hissed through the air and went down right inside his flesh, between 2 ribs. It was a big knife and that sadist started to turn it, spreading these 2 ribs.

Sam had no air to scream with. A diversity of different muscles just clenching. "...kick your ass back down." Someone was screaming in the background, but whatever it was, it was making no sense and he was too occupied with other vital stuff right now.

Suddenly one relieving breath just "happened". Then all went away.

(That was the moment they needed to insert a chest tube and fixate fractured ribs, that had shifted and pierced his lung.)

#

Still this damn carpet. He was surprisingly pulled back to the moment again. Everything felt like just a heartbeat ago, but he couldn't tell. His head was kind of denying such a short timespan, but his body was still so tired and weak.

His right arm was hold in a hammerlock-tight grip. He was thrown onto his stomach in a merciless movement, pushing all air out of his lungs again. He could remember filling them with some glorious oxygen just some moments ago, right?

Then he was kicked in his lower back, again and again. He couldn't think, he couldn't fight. He just could silently endure, this bastard working his frustration out on him, like so often.

The all so familiar and even more so disgusting warning-signs came just at the same time as bitterly burning stuff crept up his neck. He heaved, his body screamed, the knife-wound burned. Everything was overwhelming him. But the kicking didn't even stop, while he was laying on his side, suffering to even be alive. Everything felt so unbearably hot in addition now too. He couldn't take that anymore. He just couldn't.

He was gagging and at the same time desperately fighting for air. He just couldn't anymore.

Deep, painful, horrendous screams were ripped from him, while every new kick shot agonising pain from his lower back right through his abdomen.

He just couldn't. His strength was pushed out of him with every bloodcurdling scream. Then finally mercy pulled him into blackness.

(That was the moment they had to stop repeated internal bleeding from his ruptured kidney.)

#

Someone was slapping and shaking him, lightly punching him into his solar plexus. He was so cold all of a sudden and kind of felt like he was coughing, but he was sure he wasn't. He actually thought the last thing he did, was breathing. Crying, screaming AND breathing. Now he just couldn't anymore. All other sensations had stopped. Everything that remained was pure utterly panic. He was back there. Back HERE, again.

His wide eyes adjusted to the sadist sitting above him. The pressure on his lungs and stomach was just overwhelming. 'No, no, no.' The man's hands went to Sam's neck and started to press down on his windpipe. He just wanted to breath. Hot tears were overflowing his eyes.

There was absolutely no air. He was so alone and frightened. 'How long? How long did he have to endure all this? Maybe he should just give in? Maybe he had finally suffered enough! Maybe all this could finally be over.'

One hand was still crushing his windpipe, while the other forced his mouth open, pushing inside. He was gagging and suffocating at the same time, until darkness took him away.

(That was the moment they had to force a breathing tube down his throat, because his body hadn't had anything left to fight pneumonia off anymore.)

#

The carpet was still there from the feeling under him. He couldn't smell it anymore, but he could breath. Or more, there was actually oxygen. Whatever this was, breathing was better, but it felt like he had no real part in it. Yet, that was okay. He was too exhausted to do anything anyway, even breathing. After that was covered, there was nothing left to think about.

Sam was laying on his back. He couldn't move even an inch. His whole body was covered in sweat, but he felt freezing cold nevertheless. His arms and legs were shackled by an invisible force. His body was hurting all over, everything was so heavy.

Suddenly, pure, unalterable loneliness used that unoccupied spot in his mind and crept into his soul again. He couldn't take this anymore.

He wanted to be left alone, but he just knew a new wave of punishment was just about to break at the shore of his capability to endure. But he just couldn't.

He wanted to be left in peace, or just left, or just peace to fade away.

The nameless human devil appeared out of nowhere. A slap, a punch, a kick and he settle onto him again. The pressure pushing down on his hurting body was even worse this time.

But he had nothing left to fight, neither bodystrength, nor will. So he gave in.

But it didn't stop that sadistic fuck to torture him furthermore. The bastard started hitting him in the middle of his chest, as if training on this little ball boxers use. 'Don't you dare die on me, Sammy.' Whispered through his head like a light, warm summer breeze. 2 real bad punches to his solarplexus. Silence, then white, hot frizzling pain.

'By God, where the fuck did he get that taser from?'

(That was the moment they needed to resuscitate him.)

TBC (here)

Masterlist

[deanmunro]

"Language of The Lens"

The "language of a lens" is the lenses placement to accommodate framing up a shot and the optical attributes including: perspective, soft/hard, contrast and compression or expansion to enhance a films overall visual intent. These techniques are essential in creating the story's meaning and establishing the emotional context of subjects in focus.

The Lens & the Frame

Frames are split into foreground, middle ground and background to add layers to shot and avoid flatness

Deciding how much of a subject is viewed within a frame can creating various contexts depending on your intention

Wide Lenses & Expansion of Space

Wide lenses:

Objects appear further apart and the distance is exaggerated

Can make audience feel within scene and present

Subject more in focus (better D.O.F)

Distant objects look smaller than they are

Telephoto Lenses:

In contrast to wide lenses, they compress space

Create tightness and claustrophobic spaces

Closer up can make for believable and intense action scenes

If background is out of focus, characters seem isolated

Faces are attractive as little change in image size

Image Control at the Lens:

Soft lenses create more D.O.F as the sharpness falls off making the image look softer

Flare/glare is when light hits of the lens creating a milky whiteness over the image, can be used evoke certain tone.

Lens Height is the adjustment of whether we are looking up to, down to or on the same level (eye-level) as a character. Changing the height has story implications and effects the audiences perception, therefore always make sure there is intent for adjusting.

High Angles make a character more distant or contemplative, but can also exploit the layout of a scene for the audience if it is part of the story.

Low Angles make the subject seem powerful and dominant

Dutch Tilt is when the camera or tripod is unlevel, this suggests anxiety, paranoia or mystery because human perception is disrupted by off-level verticals.

[revisitingglee]

S4 E5 - The Role You Were Born to Play

big episode for the white boys

THE GOOD

- Finn looks Good in the first scene 

the rugged tire shop coveralls and stubble work for him

- it’s nice that Artie makes Finn direct the play with him

Finn needs someone to gently hold his hand and guide him through hard times like the small emotional stunted toddler that he is 

- not to talk more about Finn’s clothes but the i love that he still dresses like a teen boy that wears exclusively american eagle polos that his mom got on clearance

- MIKE CHANG AND MERCEDES

- Beiste’s football pep talk to Will and Emma is so funny

- “[singing] just felt awesome, like a really good poop”

i missed Finn’s himbo energy so much

- Figgins is a little confused but he’s got the spirit when it comes to Unique

- Finn standing up for Unique was really great 

- Finn is an ALLY

it was really great of him to not give in and give Unique the part. it was also great that he let her decide if she wanted to do it. he gave her agency and allowed her to decide if it was worth the hate. 

- Unique is really brave for doing the musical despite knowing that she is going to be a target for Sue and other conservatives

but she is absolutely right that dreams aren’t free. sometimes we have to look bigotry in the face and take opportunities despite knowing that they are going to be hard. 

- Finn being a teacher makes a lot of sense

i think he’ll do a way better job than Mr. Schue but that a really low bar

- i’m glad that we’ll be rid of Matthew Morrison for at least a few episodes 

THE BAD

- Will would interrupt Emma and not let her talk during couple’s therapy

he’s in his sexist manipulator era

- HOLY SHIT THEIR NOT EVEN IN THERAPY THEIR JUST TALKING TO BEISTE

HELP 

(they do need therapy though (or just to breakup))

- Sue’s transphobic comments make sense for her character but it doesn’t hurt any less

maybe because it’s just too real and topical right now. her jokes about other marginalized identities are exaggerated and clearly jokes from the writers. (also a lot of them hurt too and i’ve talked about it at length) but the transphobic comments aren’t jokes, they are just current conservative talking points and things that are still being actively debated. Sue’s character is the person that hates everyone equally and i have problems with that idea, but what she says to unique is just plain transphobia. 

- I’m already tired of the Marley, Ryder, Jake, Kitty love triange (square??)

i have thoughts about who should end up with who but i’m going to save them for a little while 

- Kitty is straight up bullying Marley for no reason

she is truly just an awful mean spirited person

- Finn using the R word was unnecessary and wrong

in universe that was fucked up, but i also think it is fucked up for the writer’s to include that at all. it served no purpose and just undermined Finn standing up for Unique. i don’t understand why they did this even a little bit. wtf  

THE MUSICAL

- Hopelessly Devoted to You (9/10)

Darren kills this number. if they have to do Grease at least their doing it well. this song fit perfectly with the storyline. Darren’s acting and singing is wonderful as always. he is so talented. i loved it!

- Blow Me (One Last Kiss) (10/10)

WOW!! they absolutely destroyed that number. the energy was incredible. Marley and Unique are both incredibly talented, but they don’t seem like they would work together well. they have very different vibes. but holy shit that was perfection. their voices blend so well. Marley soft sweet voice complements Unique’s high belting so well. the choreography was a little cheesy but it doesn’t really matter. this also felt very cathartic after Sue’s transphobia. 

- Juke Box Hero (10/10)

this was a really fun number!! Ryder is so cute and his plot line in this episode is adorable. i loved seeing him come alive when he sings and have this whole classic rock fantasy. i too am a classic rock guy as Finn said, so i relate. (also i talked some shit about Finn being nothing special but Cory does have a really great voice so maybe i was wrong about that but my main point stands)

- Everybody Talks (9/10)

i wanted to hate this number but honestly i can’t. it’s really tight. both of their voices are weird on their own but they work really well together for some reason. also the choreography also works really well. it’s a really technically solid number and keeps your attention really well.

- Born to Hand Jive (8/10)

this number was so chaotic. but in a good way maybe?? Marley was the star of the show. she was just having a blast out there. it was so great to see her just having the time of her life. Kitty on the other hand wtf is her problem. she is just so annoying. i have no patience for her stupid bullshit. she needs to Stop. Ryder and Jake are both good. Ryder is so sweet and pretty talented. Jake did the most when he removed Kitty from the situation. it was also great to have Mercedes’ voice and Mike Chang’s dance moves back. i was so distracted by the drama that i didn’t pay attention to the singing but the dancing was really fun. 

OTHER

- if the writers weren’t cowards they would have cast Sam as Danny Zuko and Blaine as Sandy in a queer reimagining of Grease

(or maybe i’m just writing a Blam fanfiction in my head) (also when did I start shipping them this hard) (i’m a bi Sam truther)

- Blaine going through it after his breakup makes sense but is really annoying to me for some reason

it makes sense because high schoolers are Like That when they go through their first breakup and Kurt and Blaine were in a very intense relationship. but i just can’t get over how he’s acting like this for Kurt. Kurt is the literal worst and Blaine can do so much better. no need for the dramatics, bestie. you’re better off without him. 

- Finn’s character is so interesting in this season

he’s this white guy who has nothing particularly special about him and no direction. and everyone’s like you’re so great and special, you can do anything. but like the only reason they’re saying that is because he is put on this white guy pedestal and treated like the best thing in the world. he’s starting to realize that he is not all that and that he probably is only qualified to work at Burt’s tire shop or maybe teach. and honestly he’s right. 

- Finn and Sue’s argument in Figgins’ office is a rich text that i feel i need to unpack a little

first, i don’t understand Sue’s motivations at all in this scene. in the past she has only really been bigoted as a tool to get what she wants. i never thought she believed anything she said that bigoted, she just didn’t really care and was willing to use bigotry to get what she wants or have power over people. (not that it’s not bigotry and it’s still wrong). however, in this scene, she has no motivation for not wanting Unique as Rizzo other that blatant transphobia. it’s not consistent with her character and feels really gross, because even though Sue is the villain we are still supposed to like her and she was kind of getting redeemed. but this is straight up inexcusable. 

second, her argument that it they are actually in the wrong because causing a stir in conservative spaces would put the child in danger is so weird. like she has a point and it feels weird to subject Unique to that but also how are marginalized children supposed to do anything if nobody stands up for them and gives them opportunities. in my opinion, it is up to the adults to protect the child and allow them the opportunity anyway. 

third, Finn handles the situation incredibly well. like a model of how he should handle it and then blows it by using an ableist slur. if they’re going to have a violently transphobic character, they need to have someone to counter balance and fight back, so why did they have to make him also in the wrong. it makes the ending feel weird. 

It feels like they were trying to both sides this issue when it’s not something that can be debated.Trans people exist whether Sue Sylvester and the conservatives want them to or not and they deserve the same rights and opportunities that cis people are afforded. this is not a both sides issue. the transphobes are in the wrong. this scene would have worked so much better if they had just let Finn win and be completely right, but instead they had him be ableist and undermine his correct viewpoint. it’s fucked up. the whole scene left a bad taste in my mouth. 

also will schuester is a coward and using Finn being the director is such a copout. stand up for your trans student and support the person the you appointed as director for the play 

[franeridart]

Okay, so I just found your ushitensemi doodle and fell in love with it. Like I never thought of them being a poly ship ; u ; If you have spare time can I ask for a doodle of them and some headcanons

Ahhhh I don’t have much headcanons about them aside from the fact that they’re possibly the softest, warmest, fluffiest ship I have in haikyuu?? But I can give you a doodle with no problems! It’s always such a pleasure drawing my shiratori kids~