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jello-chennie · 9 months

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✧ tough guy iwaizumi hajime who ends up falling for his best friend’s cute little sister

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)

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all three of you grow up together, with you being two years younger than tooru. oikawa is always doting on you, treating you like a doll. despite the very little age gap, no matter how old you get, he’s always referring to you as his baby sister. oikawa spoils you rotten. one look from those big brown eyes you both share, but look a lot cuter on you for some reason, and oikawa can’t help but to give you whatever you ask for.

in the beginning, iwaizumi is almost like your other, more responsible big brother when things go wrong. you’re always trying to tag along with your older brother and his friend, which is a recipe for disaster sometimes.

when you inevitably take a spill, and bump your knees, tooru is rolling on the ground, shouting out against the heavens for forsaking you. how could the higher powers let you just fall to the ground like that?? but iwaizumi is is silently wiping off the pebbles from your knee with his little hands, blowing cool air to help assuage your pain. without a word, he carries you back home.

eventually you learn to stop tagging along so much. you can only handle so much pain and embarrassment. other than those moments, iwaizumi and you never really spend that much time together. for the rest of your childhood, you’re more acquaintances than anything else.

but at some point, after oikawa desperately begs you to join the boys volleyball team as it’s manager (“its the only time we’ll be together in high school, you wouldn’t ruthlessly deny your precious and loving and dashing and charming big brother this chance, would you???”), iwaizumi begins to notice you again. but this time, you’re a lot more grown up than you were before. seems like good looks run in the family.

but he’s not the only one that notices. in the same sense that oikawa seems to have the student body under his spell, it seems you do as well, and without even trying.

you’ve had a sheltered childhood that you mostly spent in doors, so you’re shyer than most people. and your brother enables you with his doting behaviour.

iwaizumi finds himself frequently getting jealous at the basket of love letters and confectionery that you have to empty out of your locker and lug home every night. iwaizumi finds that his hands begin to ache after a while bc he clenches them so hard whenever he sees another person confessing to you. and he waits with baited breath to see their disappointed faces as they walk away—an indication that you turned them down again in the way that you always shyly do; an indication that he might still have a chance, yet.

in an effort to put the moves on you, iwaizumi is constantly performing little acts of service for you. he goes out with you to the fountains to refill the water bottles so that you have some company, and so that you won’t have to carry anything heavy—that should be his job, after all. in the most cliche move ever, when an errant ball goes flying right in your direction, iwaizumi coolly catches it with one hand before it can bounce off of your head, making sure to ask you if you’re okay after. he stays behind to help you sweep the floors after practice, striking up a conversation with you. when oikawa stays behind to practice his spikes, iwaizumi walks alone with you home, making sure to keep you away from the side of the sidewalk that’s closest to the road. iwa also makes sure to put your back against the wall of the train while standing in front of you, keeping you safe from any wandering hands.

eventually, he even starts buying your favourite milk drink from the vending machine, and brings it to you while he visits your classroom, the place where you normally eat your lunch. he sits, and eats with you (to which oikawa complains vehemently bc “why would you just sit in a different spot than we normally do without telling me?? you left me all alone!!")

iwaizumi’s actions don’t go unnoticed. you start to fall for it.

when you two eventually start to date, oikawa is whining and complaining that you two are both stealing each other away from him (there’s also relentless teasing on oikawa’s end bc “iwa-chan, isn’t funny that you fell in love with someone that looks just like me?? are you secretly gay and actually just in love with me :3 ??”)

but what’s really the kick in the back for oikawa is the moment he runs up to his precious little sister’s room to check and see what she wants for dinner. but upon opening the door, he finds both his best friend (who, of which, he didn’t even know was over their place at the moment) on top of his “adorable baby sister who can do absolutely no wrong”; the two of them are naked from the waist down, in the throes of passion.

he falls to his knees, asking god to strike him dead, right then and there.

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wispstalk · 3 months

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Some writing advice for hunting, bc I see a lot of hunting scenes in fantasy that make me itch. More under the cut. Don't read if you're sensitive to blood-and-guts discussion or animal death.

Finding game:

- I don't hunt much these days bc I don't feel like getting my ass out of bed at shitfuck o'clock every weekend during the season. Which you have to do, because much of the time you come home empty-handed. Successful hunts come about when you're out there often.

- You don't really have to be a good tracker to hunt, but you do have to know the basics of your prey and you have to be able to interpret the landscape even if it's unfamiliar. It's less likely a tracker is looking for "bent blades of grass" or whatever and more likely they are noticing game trails, sheltered areas where nests and burrows are, a spot of thick vegetation which would indicate a water source.

- Scat and footprints are useful too ofc but to varying degrees. If I'm hunting deer it's just confirmation that they're in the area; more often I use knowledge of their habits to actually find them. If I were hunting something elusive and solitary like a cougar I would pay more attention to the tracks but that's also a reason people hunt with dogs!

Actually hunting:

- Bows are not the only hunting weapons, though would be most common in ur typical medieval fantasy type setting. Spears and lances, slings with stones, and clubs would also be used. And knives and swords but in this hunter's opinion, FUUUUCK that.

- Lung shot is a quick death. Heart shot and head shot too but that is much harder. Other shots might mean tracking a wounded animal as it runs away. This is where things like broken twigs/bent grass are especially telling, and ofc blood. Small game bleed out faster and won't get as far but you might spend quite a while running after an elk shot in the flank.

- This highly depends on the prey but hunting often involves more sitting around than people realize. I bring a small pad for my booty ass bc sometimes you'll spend hours in a strategic spot waiting for the game to pass by. Also hides (the shelter, not the skins) are a thing and most hunters would consider shelter-building an essential skill.

- Hunting seasons are not entirely a modern convention -- there are better times of year to find different animals. But there would be less concern, historically, about killing animals during the breeding season than we have today.

- Even when I was hunting regularly and more confident, I got a huge adrenaline spike EVERY time I had an animal in my sights.

Big game:

- A deer has a lot of meat on it and though it's not a bad thing to leave a carcass for scavengers, your party of two or three adventurers probably will not go to the trouble of hunting deer unless they have some nearby place to cache, preserve, or trade what they can't eat before it spoils. Are they leaving it behind or do they have some way to take full advantage of such a large kill?

- If your character gets a large game animal they're probably going to field dress it: deal with all the blood and guts on site, then quarter it so it can be packed back to the campsite or whatever. My dad is a big burly mutant man and he cannot carry a deer by himself. You can carry game on poles or horseback too but field dressing is pretty typical in a situation where u can't just fling it in the back of the truck and hang it at home.

- I grew up eating bear and when it comes up I'm often surprised how many people don't know that people hunt bear for meat. It's tasty imo, especially makes a good sausage

- I can hunt deer alone, though company is nice. I wouldn't attempt hunting something more dangerous by myself. Large animals especially are better taken down as a group effort. In the TES context for example it would be kind of insane to hunt horker alone. Not that some folks wouldn't try.

Small game:

- A character who subsists mostly on hunting is going to be eating a lot of small game. They are probably going to use traps and snares in addition to actually going out on hunts.

- Look up "rabbit starvation." Small game is often (but not always) lean and going without fat for a long time can cause serious health issues.

- I joke that you don't hunt turkey, you just go get one. Game birds are kind of stupid. I plan a deer hunt, but I have gone out and shot grouse on a whim.

Processing:

- Draining blood, skinning, plucking, butchering, dealing with all the bones and guts, storage and preservation: pretty time consuming and involved. It's a good excuse for social activity.

- The moneyed classes likely would not process their kills themselves, unless they're doing some kinda randyll tarly masculinity flex for the symbolism. Kitchen staff or a local butcher would handle it.

- A good skinning knife is kinda wide and short. Some game knives have a rounded tip which keeps it from puncturing the skin in case of accidental slippage.

- Skinning is done with a light hand bc puncturing the digestive system means you've poisoned the meat. I will say it is less difficult than I expected it to be the first time I tried it.

- We don't eat a lot of offal in the US but a deer liver, for example, would be considered prime meat by many and eaten first. Bear, walrus, and seal liver contain toxic amounts of vitamin A and would be thrown away.

- I've been told every animal has enough brains to tan its own hide, but I think there are some exceptions. It's definitely true of deer and elk. With small animals like rabbits it's hardly worth the effort of getting the brains out and other things can be used but brain tanned leather is soooo soft and nice.

- Hides and pelts are useful and valuable and would be kept or traded if circumstances allowed. You can tightly roll a hide to keep it from drying out before tanning, or you can freeze it, basically indefinitely. You can also air dry it once scraped clean and soften it later, which is what fur hunters would most likely do for efficiency's sake. Tanning is also so so so fucking gross imo. Really slimy process, and tanneries REEK.

That's all I can think of for now and this is already hella long but the takeaway is that it is generally a pretty involved activity and more impactful on lifestyle than I usually see depicted. So there ya have it

#meta #writing

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paleroze · 3 months

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Jing Yuan imagines

Lion Hybrid Jing Yuan

๋. ࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋๋࣭࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭

Being in the most powerful pride, Jing Yuan had to make sure all the other lion hybrids has a shelter, a food, and well protected, and that includes you. Even if you, yourself is not a lion.

But, who's to say that you can't be part of Jing Yuan's territory? That man, he is one of the Arbiter-Generals.. He is wise and brave when it comes to battle, but once he is back in the seat of Divine Foresight, even in office he dozes off most of the time!

Fortunately for everyone, today Jing Yuan is wide awake and doing.. whatever a general has to do. To be his lover and assistant, it has been nice to look after him. You proceed with his meetings, arrange his schedule, the paperworks Jing Yuan had to assist and look after, and then somehow, a time to play Xianzhou Starchess.. Jing Yuan and his requests..

You look over to glance at the general to see him with a bored look on his face and cheek resting on his fist, staring down at the documents as his tail sway languidly. Somehow you can see a small pout on his lips indicating his displeasure yet are forced to work as it is his duty.

You can't help but chuckle, which causes him to look up when he heard you, but the moment his eyes met your figure, you are already looking back at your clipboard and walking away from his table to talk with the other people inside the seat of Divine Foresight. Even you get bored sometimes.

Abandoning his paperworks you gave him this morning, Jing Yuan decided to watch you from his seat instead, his eyes following your every move with interest, how you talk to that other Lion hybrid longer than intended, and another approaching you in need of help, then another to chat with. A thought crosses his mind as he realized that those fellow hybrid of his talked to you more than he can chat with you, and you are his lover, how unfair!

Clearly you must've know too, right? When both of you gets to rest in your chambers, you turn to be cuddly and would spoil him rotten with attention until you fall asleep.

Jing Yuan had a glare on his face when you noticed him on the corner of your eye, you can see that it was direct towards the group of people you are talking to, which causes you to excuse yourself and goes back to him.

"General, get back on reading those papers, I need to submit it to the six commissions." You spoke to him with a smile, leaning down that got his attention.

"You'll be coming home late again?" He asks instead, looking up at you.

He looks cute, his ears are drooped and the tail that sways moments ago stops and lowers. You nod, "Mn, you know how it is, and if you don't finish that I might not make it home till midnight." You sound like you're speaking to a child, but the way you talk to Jing Yuan, calm and in a soft voice, that man would always turn soft over your behavior.

It barely shows that you are in a relationship with Jing Yuan, when inside the seat of Divine Foresight, your mind is only focused on work, and you're strict when needed. Due to this, the people inside would always wonder if the both of you are in love, or just that the General likes to flirt with his assistant. He often does, but you turn it away most of the time and instead drives his attention on the work in front of him that makes him look like a hurt kitten after being turned down.

The door suddenly opens and all the eyes turn on the sudden burst, you recognize a lady walking in in a hurry and when she sees you, the unnamed woman rush towards you.

The Ten-Lords commission requests for your presence immediately that they send an assistant personally. Worried, you can't help but drop the conversation with Jing Yuan and go with the lady, leaving Jing Yuan alone.

Jing Yuan was displeased as another person took you away, that woman that suddenly bursts inside just to take you? What are the cloud knights doing at the entrance?

The people inside could feel the growing tension and the Lion Hybrids cower that made them look down at their work, unable to lift their head.

Also, how come you went with her willingly? What if you get in danger? Xianzhou Luofu is safe, but at the place the Ten-Lords commission residing is quite dangerous.

Jing Yuan couldn't help but finish the paperworks immediately, calling another assistant for them to deliver it to the six commissions.

Instead of following you due to his worries, Jing Yuan disregards all the schedules he had for today, pouring it to the others that worked for him since it was all meeting they can cover the General for. He went to your shared chambers and locked himself for today, Jing Yuan plans on waiting for you, even if he knew that you would scold him for passing his work to someone else, even if it was just a meeting they can handle. Yet he fell asleep as soon as his lays on the bed. He embraces the title Dozing General at this point...

The sun was setting when you arrived back at the seat of Divine Foresight, your hair quite disheveled from running back and forth to the place and now another document on hand for Jing Yuan to sign. Yet as you stood in front, the General was nowhere to be seen, you checked his schedule and the time, the meeting with the Divination Commission should be done by now..

A foxian called for your attention when you stood in the middle of the room. "The general sent someone else to attend the meetings, he's back inside his chambers right now. "

That...! You sighed and thanked the man before heading to your shared chambers where often the both of you reside when too tired to come home.

But right when you step inside, you immediately see his large figure and see him sleeping on the bed. Before you can even scold him, your furrowed eyebrows dissipates and instead you calmly walk up to him. You sat on the corner of the bed and stared at his sleeping face, he looks peaceful that you did not bother to wake him up any longer. Somehow Jing Yuan never fails to swoon you even just by doing nothing, it is why you keep falling in love with him.

As you ruffled his white hair, his ears flinched and you heard a low purr from him, yet Jing Yuan remains asleep. You began to change into your nightgown he specifically gifted you and lays next to him, lifting the covers and cuddles to the lion hybrid.

Smelling your familiar scent, Jing Yuan's eyes opened and he met yours. He was expecting a scold the moment he woke up yet none came, you instead smiled at him and pet his hair which he always leans to. He almost forgot that he was sulking.

He pulls away when he remembered, turning his back that made you surprise, Jing Yuan never turn his back at you at sleep.

'ah.. is it this time.'

Smiling mischievously, you didn't dare to get close to him to hug him from the back and instead turn to your side that made the bed creak, indicating your movements. You get comfortable to your side and closes your eyes and waits for sleep to consume you.

But before you could drift off to sleep, Jing Yuan was on top of you and forces you to lay on your back. You open your eyes and look at him, raising an eyebrow.

His ears, it's dropped and a frown plastered on his face. His gold eyes looking at you and you tilt your head. "What's wrong?"

Jing Yuan glared at you and suddenly puts his weight into you which made you huff.

"Jing Yuan! Get off, you're heavy!"

"No." He answers, trapping you beneath him. You could feel his breath on your ear as he smells you, inhaling your scent he openly claimed to be good.

You sigh and gave up, you instead began to play with his soft hair and massages his scalp you know would make him sleepy. But making him fall asleep knows more weight would be put more on you, so you force him to look up, stopping him from breathing on your neck.

"What does my grumpy cat want?" You teased, the glare on Jing Yuan face deepens.

" 'not a cat." He shortly answered.

"You are though," You laugh, pulling him down for a kiss. "There, feel better?"

"That's not my lips." Yes, you knew. But to tease him longer you kissed the tip of his nose, then your lips met his cheeks and you heard him groan as he called your name to warn you.

Finally, your lips met his and you last it longer.

"Feel better now, my lion?"

"..Yeah."

Ah, you really do love him.

#pale writes 18 #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #hsr jing yuan #hsr x reader #honkai star rail

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msmysticfail · 4 months

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Sun in the houses: 1-6

Sun in the 1st house:

People with a strong personality, they know what they want and generally do not need the help of others as they go after what they want alone. These are people who attract attention because this is an angular house, associated with Mars and Aries, both having a lot of power and magnetism. They do well when they take responsibility for their lives and their dreams, generally having great emotional and physical independence.

They are dedicated, but can quickly give up a project if it’s not strong enough for them. They need to feel in control of their own person in order to feel more confident in themselves.

Sun in the 2nd house:

They are ambitious people, material possession and financial stability are two important issues in their lives. They are generally calm people, who appreciate a constant routine where they can calmly achieve their ambitions. They know the value of things, which is why they like to be surrounded by quality things and people. Loyalty is very important to them, they are friends who will always be there when you need them.

They are people who express beauty, whether in the things they produce, in their own physical appearance, or in the way they treat others. They value what they have, because they know how hard they had to work to achieve it. They love winning and receiving gifts.

Unless other aspects indicate, they are people who have a tenacious and persistent personality. They know how to get what they want, through calm, patience and diplomacy they go out there achieving it.

Sun in the 3rd house:

They are people who need mental stimulation, they are always out there, reading books, talking to people, studying or simply binge-watching a tv show. They have an agile, eager personality, they always have a friendly and free manner, knowing how to conduct a conversation almost intuitively.

Because they understand things easily, they are always going from one project to another, sometimes without finishing them, however. People may mistake their friendly and receptive manner for a love interest, which is really a mistake. They are people who captivate others, as they feel genuine interest in the reality and world of the people around them.

They need to use their intellectual abilities to feel alive, which is why they love being at parties, group meetings or any other activity where they can exchange some type of stimulation with others.

Their intelligence is quick, they understand many subjects in a general way. It is very difficult to find this person bored, but when they enter this state they leave it soon, as they cannot bear the boredom for long.

Sun in the 4th house:

These are people who have a need for intimacy, they generally have a very rich family world, the environment in which they retreat is very important, being a mental and emotional shelter that they use to recharge themselves from the world.

They have a connection with their mother, their family, their children, their ancestry in general is very important, which is why they dedicate quality time to them. Their home is usually full of photos, objects of sentimental value that they love to look at from time to time.

They are reserved people, you certainly won't see them presenting themselves spontaneously, as they generally like to observe people from afar to, if they want, introduce themselves. When you meet them, however, they show their cute and affectionate side. They are lovely people, who usually have something that captivates the attention of those who know them personally.

At work they usually remember the names of most of the people who work with them, knowing about their families and their lives.

These are people who like, at the end of the day, to come home and retire to their living room or bedroom, enjoying the comforts of home, having a good bath or just watching their favorite series.

Sun in the 5th house:

These people attract attention, they are generally magnetic. You may not even know what caught your attention with the person with the Sun in the 5th, but one way or another you will remember them.

Something about their personality or appearance usually captivates people, meaning that they usually have a group of people admiring them. Whether it's the way they recount their romantic adventures, or the way they talk about how they overcame an enemy, these people have a sparkle in their eyes. They attract many people unconsciously, as they are usually just being themselves, not necessarily wanting to draw any attention.

They are creative people, they usually have a dramatic tone when expressing themselves. They are fun, everyone loves to have them present at parties, meetings or in gatherings in general. Because they have an intense vivacity, they are people who exude sexuality in some level, generally having many admirers wherever they go. Pay attention to their laugh, the way they smile, you won't be able to look away.

They have a strong personality, not accepting other people's opinions easily, preferring to always listen to their own heart. At work, they attract attention, however, they sometimes need to control their vivacity in this environment.

Sun in the 6th house:

These folks are great at analyzing people and situations, if you want real advice that will change your life, go to someone with the Sun in the 6th house. They generally have their life very organized, having everything under control. You will find them always with a notebook, or an online notebook writing down their obligations and goals for the day. They are great organizers, they know how to separate the wheat from the chaff and they always have free time, thanks to their well-thought-out routine. Despite this free time, they generally prefer to be doing something, whether it's doing something at home, like shopping, getting gas, cleaning the house, or solving something at work.

They have a very strong relationship with their work, their role in society, they need to be constantly proactive to feel good. They are great at what they do, attracting envy and admiration for their capabilities. They are not very fond of romance in general, preferring to invest the time they have in themselves.

These are people who have a balanced routine, full of tasks, which they love to do. However, their health may suffer from periods of work overload, despite being fully capable of handling it, as they hate not being able to complete something, but they must take a time off, otherwise their health will suffer.

They need to always be working on their mind and body to feel good and at peace.

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maopll · 1 year

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I have a request!! AHEM (fluff) rainy days w/ blade or jing yuan or dan heng or all three if you can 🥺✨ THANK U 🫶

— UNDER THE RAIN : #honkai star rail !

⌗:, a/n: first hsr request!! my favourite trio

⌗:, warning: none

⌗:,pairings: blade, jing yuan & dan heng w/ gn!reader

— BLADE

Relaxing and having fun are two verbs which do not exist in his dictionary. He may be stoic all the time but just like any ordinary being he also wishes, no, yearn to be with you. To melt in your arms, away from the worries and darkness of the world.

"Blade, look ! it's raining. " you two were currently on a mission. The streets at the moment were empty so for two wanted people it was safe, for now. He humed looking at the sky "we should get a nearby shelter. It is poring outside" and just as he was about to find one, you pulled his arms and led him into the rain. "oh come one we don't get opportunities like this. Streets empty, and a rainy day." He loved you from deep within but showing those affections in the right way were a task for him. However, you bright smile in this dark world were a beacon of light for him.

A smile escaped from his lips, a pure smile and lovesick eyes. He held you hands and said "since you asked for it, stay close to me darling". Romancing with you freely without any worries seemed like a far fetched dream but what he wouldn't do to relive these again.

— JING YUAN

It was a holiday and surprisingly the General was not running to and fro and was comfortably dozing off on your lap. The sky was overcast with dark clouds and thunder could be heard off in the distance. Rain wasn't really a common occurrence in the Luofu but you couldn't really ignore the skip of your heart. Dancing and playing in the rain were your favourite activities. Jing Yuan noticed your longing eyes "if you really want to go outside then you should do it. " to which you replied "oh well I can't waltz by myself now I'll need someone to accompany me" "I'd rather sleep" now you knew your greatest weapon against him was puppy eyes. He begrudgingly agreed to your whims.

The rain started, and he did not like getting soaked wet, and he truly wanted to go inside but your enthusiastic smile were priceless. He didn't really have the heart to tell you to go back just because he didn't like the rain. Afterall rain like these were indeed few and far in-between.

You twirled and followed the footsteps of your lover, the pure look of adoration on his eyes and the dreamy scene was enchanting. Oh, how much he would travel galaxies just to make memories with his love.

— DAN HENG

He barely shows few emotions but with you and his family he feels one and whole. The sky was grey indicating a downpour and the streets were soon starting to get emptied because of the incoming rain. You lover as usual was going through research papers and telegraph which go into detail about the opponents found in the present planet.

The weather soon started to get cold enough and what better way to get warm other than your own boyfriend hugging you close and cuddling you until you get warm and snuggled good. "um babe don't you think it's quite cold now?" "well it is indeed cold dear" "so I'm cold right?" "grab a blanket then". Sometimes he acts as if he doesn't understand what you are trying to hint at but today it was especially quite cold because of the rain. " *sigh* fine fine I'll join you" you did you happy dance of victory and got ready to cuddle him.

He pulled you close to his chest and patted your head. The patter of rain and the soft heartbeat of your lover lulled you to sleep.The warmth only further had you drift off into slumber. He kissed you on the forehead. "goodnight my star" and also let sleep take over his form.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr fluff #blade x reader #blade x you #blade fluff #hsr blade #honkai star rail blade #jing yuan fluff #jing yuan #jing yuan x you #dan heng x you #dan heng fluff #hsr dan heng #hsr jing yuan

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uhdrienne · 20 days

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

08. rumour mill

🌼warnings: wonwoo is sick, you almost burn down the house!

🌼 word count: ~2k

Wonwoo

The story has changed. Now it's a tale about how he's been in love with you for a while and that you got together after the car accident.

Miss Hwang and all the members of the chat group have spiraled the rumours out of control, and he feels... awkward, to say the least. The villagers don't whisper very conspicuously when you walk past, and sometimes when you see him going about town on his part-time jobs, fixing people's sinks and building them new shelves, you say hi and end it there to stop the rumour mill.

Wonwoo knows it too, because he's now decided to keep his chats slightly shorter before excusing himself. Which is why he's currently standing outside Grandma Lee's house quietly, watching as Park Chanyeol chats you up.

"This house is gorgeous," He hears Chanyeol enthuse. "The traditional feel, you know -- and with that yard! Nostalgic, and it would look insane on the show thumbnail--"

As Chanyeol yaps on about the 180-degree rule and the height of the boom mics he plans to use, Wonwoo stifles a yawn behind his palm. Not understanding any bit of film lingo is so boring, and he doesn't know how you haven't already dozed off. Well, perks of the very person being your longtime crush, he supposes.

Actually he's not sure why he thought of that.

Anyway, he skips over that part, he has work to do. He's promised to get a tarp for Chanyeol, set up accommodation, and ensure the film crew doesn't end up homeless for the next few weeks.

He walks off, but he glances back.

Park Chanyeol really is very noisy.

Wonwoo

Okay, this is getting a little ridiculous.

Delia hasn't seen much of you after work. Seungkwan and Joshua haven't seen you either, except at the weekend cleaning when you're on sweeping duty, and sometimes at village meetings when you ask them if the apples you bought are of good enough quality. He watches as Joshua explains how to tell the difference between good apples and mediocre ones.

He hasn't seen you much either. He hasn't seen you come into the coffee shop for your daily coffee run on the way to the clinic, or walking around with Delia near the lighthouse that he knows you sometimes do around 9pm.

If he wanted to guess (which he doesn't, honestly), you were probably at the team dinners which Chanyeol is apparently very generous with, or with the producer himself, hanging out at a streetside stall or something. Which is ridiculous, because with the amount you could drink, he knew you were probably not one to turn down a party when you weren't being stiff and awkward.

Which was also ridiculous in itself, because--

Wonwoo stops himself. Everything about you is ridiculous. Everything he's feeling and thinking is absolutely bat-shit crazy.

Wonwoo's never been a crazy person. He's always been perfectly rational and cheerful, a nothing-can-get-me-down kind of guy.

He is.

That night, he makes sure to completely fill up his days ahead. Back to back. And no going to the clinic.

You

"Ah, I forgot my umbrella is with Delia," You mutter as the first heavy drops of the storm start to pelt down. "I just ordered this top -- agh---"

You decide to just make a run for it when the redness of the night sky indicates that the rain won't stop anytime soon. At least, you aren't driving this time around.

"Wait! Y/N!"

"Chanyeol?"

"What're you doing out -- you hate the rain. Get under here."

"Uh... thanks! It's late, shouldn't you get ready for filming in a couple days?"

"Last-minute checks on Grandma's house to make sure all's good." He grins. "But it's good that the weather is cooling a bit. Easier for us to film."

He shelters you with the umbrella as he takes you to your door.

"Oh, you're back -- hey, Producer." Wonwoo's leaning against the wall near your door, with no umbrella, and water starting to drip off his backpack.

"Chief Jeon!" You call over the sound of the rain as you near him. "Get under here, you told me you're more prone to colds --"

"It's okay," Wonwoo refuses, his face changing a little bit as he looks at you two. "I just wanted to drop this off." He ducks his head under the umbrella and hands you a brown paper bag which you accept, absolutely bewildered.

"What's this?"

"Fruits!" He has to raise his voice to be heard over the rain now. "Grandma Lee said to pass you some clementines since she said you liked them during the village meeting."

"Oh!" You lean in to take a look, but look up to shoot him a stern gaze. "Why'd you stay in the rain? You'll fall sick."

He snickers. "It's just a little rain. I have to patrol the roads up ahead to make sure all's good anyway. The rain here gets bad, and we can't have any more accidents happening."

"Wait!" Chanyeol calls as Wonwoo makes to leave. "I can go with you, we can share the umbrella. Don't fall sick trying to work so hard, Chief. Y/N, can you go on in--"

"Yeah, of course, don't worry about me -- Wonwoo, go with him, you'll be sheltered at least--"

"Hey," Wonwoo interjects, a half-smile appearing on his face. "Thanks for asking. I'll be fine, really. Producer, get Miss Doctor safely in the house, okay?" He raises his hand in farewell and darts off before you can say anything else.

"Chief Jeon--"

You look up the way he's going, a frown on your face.

"Happy first day of filming," You smile slightly as Chanyeol startles and turns to face you, his signature grin on full display.

"Hey there, thanks!" He says happily. "You'll stick around for the day?"

"Can't," You grimace. "I have work. But let me know how it goes, yeah?"

"Sure!" he waves. "Have a good day. Right I was about to ask, do you, by chance, want to --"

A loud cough and a clear of the throat interrupts and you both turn. It's Wonwoo trudging in your direction. Well, if the man underneath a pale complexion and eye bags is Wonwoo, at least.

"Damn, Chief Jeon," Chanyeol gapes. "Are you...good?"

"Splendid. The weather's good," Wonwoo replies, trying to nod but slowing it down, no doubt because of his throbbing head.

You march to him and press your hand on his forehead. "Hey. You're burning up!"

"Shhh, softer." He mutters. "My head hurts."

"Hey, man, take a day off," Chanyeol says, clearly distressed that his newfound right-hand man is ill. "We can deal with stuff over here. Uh, I can't send you home, but--"

"I can." You sling his arm over your shoulder, clicking your tongue as Wonwoo grumbles no. "No complaints. House call. We'll get going, Chanyeol."

"Yeah-- yeah!" Chanyeol pats Wonwoo on the shoulder. "Rest. Get well soon, okay?"

Wonwoo mutters something intelligible in response as you try to heave him away as gently as possible. The villagers are already staring, but it's the last thing on your mind.

"Hey, Chief Jeon?" You ask cautiously as you move. "Can you tell me roughly how to get to your house?"

His voice is all droopy and quiet, but you make out a few vague directions of "You're insufferable... left, up...ahead, and to the right..."

After the trip to his house takes double the time it usually would, given that he's already shaky on his own two legs and you have to move slowly, you try your best to tuck him entirely onto his sofa and look around for a comforter.

As you take his temperature, you survey his house. It's the first time you've ever been in his home, and it's the stark opposite of yours: the books are neatly shelved, his belongings exactly where they should be. There's a cozy, worn feeling to it like it's been lived in for a long time. Photo frames decorate the shelves, with books and small decorations, seemingly made of wood, arranged neatly.

You hear a groan, and you turn to see Wonwoo wincing as he tries to sit up. You sigh. "Don't get up. You took meds or ate today?"

"No," He grumbles, clearly put out by his current situation.

"Right, okay," You reply. "Can Mrs Woo send porridge over, or should I go buy some from her?"

"No chance," He mumbles, still trying to detangle his feet from the comforter you threw over him. "Jiwoo has a school play, she shut up shop for the day to see it."

You pause for a moment. "Okay...you've got rice in here?"

"Yeah....why..?"

"I'll make you something to eat with your meds. Back to sleep. Give me a while."

He sighs. "Don't bother. It's fine. I'll eat later with my meds. Off you go, shoo."

"Doctor's orders," You retort, and he groans in frustration, which almost makes you chuckle. "Rice is in the second drawer. Please don't burn my house down."

You almost (?) don't make edible porridge.

In your defence, the pot was small and the fire on the stove wasn't supposed to be that big. You're not sure if rice can be burnt, and can only hope that the salt and sauces you put in there at least salvage it a little.

Wonwoo is completely knocked out when you reach the living room, and you decide not to wake him up since he clearly needs the rest. You tuck the comforter under his chin again and get a tray of porridge ready, along with the meds you find.

After you put it on the table, you scribble a note and stick it to the table, and then turn to look at him.

He looks....cute. His hair is ruffled, his face soft in slumber, and he looks peaceful and undisturbed.

You sigh. "So you are a little cute when you have to be, huh?"

You lean over and brush the hair out of his eyes, and he lets out a soft sound and leans into your touch, like a cat.

Quietly, you stroke his hair, and after a few moments, he seems satisfied and stills again, evidently falling back into deep sleep.

A small pang comes to your heart, because he seems so small, curled up on his couch and sleeping off his fever.

Before you know what you're doing, you lean over and kiss his forehead.

And you then proceed to grab your things and run out of the house, in utter shock.

Fuck.

You just kissed Jeon Wonwoo.

Wonwoo

When he stirs, the house is quiet.

Wonwoo gets out of his comforter, yawning and massaging his neck from the awkward position he just came out of.

He spots the tray on the table, and he chuckles before reaching for the bowl. "She really did make food."

He spoons some out and takes a bite. "Oh, wow."

Then swallows it and muses, "How do you mess porridge up so badly?"

He picks up the Post-it note. "Eat it and then have your meds. Get well soon and don't skip meals. Call if you need anything."

Despite his drowsiness and the horrendous porridge, he finds it in him to smile.

Well, he thinks later as he stands to bring his empty bowl to the kitchen, at least you washed the dishes.

BONUS

"The clementines are fresh today," Grandma Lee tells him. "You take some home, got it?"

"Ah, got it, Grandma," Wonwoo says, before grinning at her. "Save more for yourself. I can always get more later."

She smiles back at him. "Don't forget to get more, then. They go stale really quickly. Right. That reminds me, I should ask Y/N to get some. She liked them during the village meeting, right?"

Wonwoo feels a little more alert at the mention of you. "Hm? Did she?"

"Yeah," Grandma Lee says. "Hm, maybe I should bring a bag to her house? She's busy nowadays."

"Ah, I'll do it," Wonwoo says, helping to pick some out and pack them. "It's tiring to make the trip, I've got it covered."

Grandma Lee beams at him in thanks, and Wonwoo applauds himself for seeming normal enough.

It's not like he's there to do anything more than be a friend anyway. It's not like he's going to have a chat with you, make sure you're not too busy with that noisy producer.

Definitely not.

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.08: rumour mill

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🌼 taglist: @gaslysainz @lev1hei1chou @mingycr

writer's note: ok so i was originally planning to make her mad about the rumours BUT 👆 i decided that it wouldn't fit in anymore since number one: she's getting along better with wonwoo and everyone else, and number two: it's high time she had a bit of character development cos there is a fine line between being snappish and being an ass! thank you for readinggg~

btw i love chanyeol and everything exo too and i just felt chanyeol was perfect for the golden retriever film producer role :"

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kira-broflovski · 1 year

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Elven King || Kyle Broflovski x Reader

NOTE: i played stick of truth and wow i really want to write some fics based around that game now

summary: you finally returned home after being away from south park for so long and ran into your old crush

Trekking through the sea of green, you finally found it. The very spot that changed your life forever.

Memories of your childhood came flooding back to you as you stared out across the pond, it's breath-taking beauty never changing in the eight years you've been gone.

As you looked around the area more, you noticed things that were never taken down: the custom direction signs you made for the sake of immersion, or the little dens made out of large sticks that you and your friends would sit in for shelter during the summer heat. How has nobody destroyed them yet?

You decided to sit on the man-made bench, which was located towards the edge of the pond, that has been there for as long as you can remember.

Perfectly timed, one of your favourite songs from childhood started playing on your phone. The familiarity and nostalgia was getting to you as you thought about the people you cared about the most during that time.

You had left without a word. No goodbye, no explanation. Nothing.

On top of that, your phone was taken away from you so you couldn't even text or call anyone.

After everything that happened, your parents had decided to move away suddenly and never gave you a chance to see your friends again. They don't tell you anything so you don't know what made them move back to your hometown.

You couldn't help but wonder: do your old friends still live here? Do they even remember you? Or have they moved on with their lives?

You continued to sit there and drown in the memories attached to this quaint, moutain town.

What are your old friends up to now?

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"You don't listen to me, you never fucking do!" The red-haired boy exploded towards his parents before storming out the front door.

He made his way to his usual spot. The spot where his life changed forever.

Kyle comes here everyday and waits for hours, sometimes his friends join him but he prefers to be alone. It's routine for him.

Everyone knows exactly why he comes here. People even join him in hopes of maybe getting an answer to the question: what happened to Y/N?

Nobody knows, but everyone remembers you.

Kenny kept that daffodil alive for years as it was the first time anyone had given him a flower, even if it was for a roleplaying game. Eric kept the weapons you made for him, as did most of the boys, he just claimed he never got around to getting rid of them. Stan kept his cape that you fixed for him after he got it ripped during a duel between him and Tolkien.

Then there was Kyle. He kept every single thing you made for him, and he even had an entire box kept safe under his bed filled to the brim of all your gifts.

The items ranged from flower crowns for various occasions and accessories that made him truly look like the elven king he chose to play, to printed out photos of you and him from all the good times you shared together.

Snapping back to reality, he realised he finally made it to his destination.

He knew the route to where all the best memories were made like the back of his hand. The amount of times he has sat and waited in case you showed up, like you were a mythical creature. The Dragonborn.

Sunlight seeping through the leaves was always so pretty, to both you and Kyle. It also served as an indication of being close to your shared favourite spot.

Following the desire path that was made as a result of everyone involved in your childhood game, he was getting closer to the area.

It took a second for him to realise he was following the sound of humming. That's wholesome.

Wait.

His head snapped down from admiring the luscious trees.

Could it be?

He turned the corner. There you were, but... was it really you? He decided to hide behind a tree closer to you.

Meanwhile, you sat there blissfully unaware of your old friend's presence. You were thinking about him, and how happy he made you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like him when you were younger.

You wondered how things would have been if you stayed. Would you ever get the chance to be with him? Is he still the hot-headed boy that had a soft spot for you? How does he feel about the entire situation. Did he feel the same at the time?

The song coming to an end, you decided to just turn the music off entirely and enjoy the peace of nature.

That's when you heard rustling and the sound of a twig breaking behind you, followed by someone muttering. "Shit."

You turned around and saw none other than...

"Kyle Broflovski?" Your eyes widened in shock as they met his inquisitive eyes.

"Y/N L/N?" A warm grin crept it's way onto his face. He offered his hand, and you eagerly took it. "Oh my— look at you!"

Your face was growing hotter by the minute as he looked you up and down, not in a weird way, just in disbelief that you're here.

"You're really here!" He was seconds away from bursting into tears as your mere presence let the memories flow back to him all at once.

"Do you need a hug?" You asked bashfully, exactly how you used to when you were kids. Your hugs always made him feel better whenever he was feeling some sort of negative emotion.

"C'mere," he mumbled and pulled you into his arms.

The two of you spent hours catching up and reminiscing on your childhood. After a while, you asked about everyone else and that's when he explained everyone still lives there. It was only you who ever moved away.

"Do you want to go see everyone?"

#kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park #south park fanfiction #south park x y/n #fluff #south park stick of truth #stick of truth

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 1 year

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You know how with hippies they sometimes meet new people and instantly vibe with them because they're on the same spiritual level? Yeah this happened to Remus once with another person and Sirius was not having it. S was convinced that R would get it in their head that it was a sign that they're dating the wrong person and leave him so he just sort of tries to be a hippie for the day. Remus thinks it was adorable.

THIS THIS THIS

So this oneshot takes place much earlier in their relationship just to make it a bit more feasible because I fully believe that after a few years Sirius was part hippie by nature, so here’s hippie Remus and scientist Sirius a couple of months in :)

Sirius glanced around the small bookshop and bit back a smile. Of course Remus worked there. Everything about them was becoming less and less surprising. Remus had said he’d probably be on till, so Sirius strolled past the shelves adorned with vines and string lights, some with old books, some new, some full of crystals and cards called… tarot? The moment he saw the till, his face brightened. God, what was happening to him? He hadn’t been this sickeningly into anyone since he was 14!

Remus was stood with his elbows resting on the counter, talking to someone who was presumably a customer and laughing. A lot.

Why were they laughing so much?

Sirius stepped a little closer, catching the end of their conversation.

“Sorry, I just have to ask; are you an earth sign, by any chance? I usually get along really well with earth signs.” Remus asked the guy, and Sirius frowned, confused.

What the hell was an earth sign?

“Yeah! Are you a water sign?”

“Yeah, I am.” Remus said with a smile, and Sirius’ heart dropped just a little.

“I’m Edgar, by the way.” The guy introduced himself, as Sirius reached a conclusion that he really didn’t want to reach.

Sirius was… boring.

“I’m Remus.”

He stared at a fucking microscope all day. His house was full of notebooks and equations.

“Well, Remus, we’re meant to be friends.”

Remus was free, interesting. Amazing.

Shit.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

He wasn’t good enough for Remus, with his extensive jewellery, dark purple flowing skirt and white shirt, a gentle brown eyeliner accentuating their amber eyes. Remus lit up a room, Sirius just walked in and analysed stuff. Christ, Remus was probably going to leave him. It had only been a few months, he was probably going to get bored of him in five minutes. He was too sheltered for someone like Remus.

Throughout this very minor and not at all terrifying panic, Remus had looked over and spotted him.

“Sirius! Hi!” Sirius snapped back into reality, trying to slow his own heart. His eyes met Remus’, and everything melted into a smile.

How the hell they could do that, Sirius would never know.

Maybe he really was magic.

“Hi, Rem. You nearly ready to go?”

“Yeah, yeah, almost. As soon as Marlene arrives we can get out of here.” He said, reaching out and squeezing Sirius’ hand, sending a jolt of electricity through him and making his breath hitch. He really couldn’t think like a normal person when he was around Remus. “Oh! This is Edgar!” Remus turned and indicated to him enthusiastically, Sirius’ brain switching back on. He turned and smiled politely at Edgar, ignoring the fact that he wanted to scream. Edgar was covered in crystals. More so than Remus, to the point that it felt like he was 50% stone. Not only that, but they were the ones that Remus had said were his favourites.

It was like the universe was dropping people in between Remus and Sirius in an active attempt to split them up. Sirius almost wanted to start pre-grieving the relationship to prepare for the inevitable breakup. How the hell was he meant to hold on to someone as amazing as Remus when he was just… him?

That was when it hit him.

Surely it couldn’t be that hard to be a hippie. He loved it in Remus, he must have been able to do it himself. There went the next week, while he figured out what he was meant to do.

He was going to be interesting enough for Remus if it fucking killed him.

Sirius had been acting off all week.

Remus was good at reading Sirius, and he was pretty sure that Sirius ending any messages complaining about employees with ‘what an air sign’ or ‘the vibes are off with that one’ was pretty out of character. Still, it wasn’t anything too noticeable, not until Remus went over Sirius’ that Saturday.

The moment he opened the door, something felt different.

Firstly, the lights were dimmed, and there was… incense burning? What the hell was going on with Sirius?

“Uh… Sirius?”

“I’m in the kitchen!” He called, as Remus ambled over. The moment he got into the kitchen he stopped, stunned into freezing.

Sirius was wearing a skirt.

A long, flowing, sandy orange skirt.

While Remus’ first thought very well may have been that it was insanely fucking sexy, his second thought was what on earth he was doing. He really wasn’t one for wearing skirts, no matter what a crime it was that he didn’t, and he was baking. As in, not sitting and getting excited about his work like he usually was. It was nice to see Sirius trying new things, but there was something off about it. Like he was trying to fit in to something that he didn’t quite fit into. Not yet, anyway. It seemed like it was making him slightly uncomfortable. He turned around and his face lit up.

Okay, something Remus was used to.

“Rem! Hi!”

“Hey, Sirius. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m great.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, wanting to get some sort of an answer. The switch had happened so suddenly it was like he had gotten whiplash, and he was desperate for answers.

“…yeah? Why, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. How was work yesterday?” Remus asked, walking over and kissing him quickly.

“Oh, I- I didn’t go.” Sirius admitted, cringing a little, and Remus almost cringed right alongside him, with the internal struggle Sirius seemed to have had with himself. “Gave myself a day off, you know? To be more… free.”

“Right, Sirius, what’s going on?” Remus asked. As much as he was enjoying Sirius baking in a skirt, him missing work was so odd that he had to get to the bottom of it. According to Sirius, the only other time he had was when he was so ill that James had forced him to go home.

“What d’you mean?”

“I mean you never miss work. You’ve found something you love, that you’re passionate about. That’s important. You’ve been acting different all week, what’s going on?”

“Different as in… bad?” Sirius asked, looking slightly stricken, and Remus’ heart immediately gave a slight tug.

“No, not bad!” He said hastily, quickly composing himself. “Just… different. It feels like you’re not being all that authentic to yourself.” He answered calmly. “You can talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I just-“ Sirius’ breath caught in his throat as he let his eyes slide shut and took a deep, stabilising breath. “I’m so boring, Rem.” Remus frowned, confused.

“Sorry?”

Since when was Sirius boring?

“I- I saw you talking to that guy, Edgar, at the shop. He was just- he was interesting, and you two got along so well, and it just made me think.”

“Think about what?”

“Remus, you deserve someone like that! Someone who knows which signs are fire signs and won’t talk your bloody ear off about cells!” He exclaimed, going to pace and finally morphing a lot more into the Sirius that Remus was used to. “It felt like a wake up call that, at some point, I would get too boring and you’d leave. Rightfully so. So I took it upon myself to make sure I was someone who deserves to be with you.” Remus watched him for a moment, processing.

Honestly? That was so bloody endearing.

Sirius looked like he was about to start up again any moment, arms flailing just slightly as he paced, pushing Remus to step forwards and grab his wrists gently to stop him. Christ, how Sirius could think he’d ever want anyone else, he’d never know. Couldn’t he see just how completely and utterly perfect he was? Sirius paused, turning and facing Remus, slightly wide eyed.

“Sirius, I don’t think you understand how much I like all of that about you. I really love how passionate you are about your work, how much you care, and how much you care about learning about the things I’m interested in. Just because Edgar knew what they were doesn’t mean I’m going to run away with him, or something. Surprisingly enough, Sirius, I actually love listening to you talk about work. You should see the way your eyes light up. I’m not going anywhere, and you sure as hell don’t have to prove yourself to me.” As he spoke, he slid his hands down from Sirius’ wrists until he had both of his hands in his. He knew he was going to have to tell him. For someone who was typically pretty sure of himself, he was nervous as fuck to tell him. “Christ, Sirius, I don’t just like you, I’m in love with you.”

He had thought Sirius’ eyes were already wide, but it was nothing compared to once he had gotten the words out. Fuck, had he freaked Sirius out? He hadn’t meant to, he had just wanted Sirius to stop panicking about changing. He just wanted Sirius to know he thought that he was perfect-

“I love you too.” Sirius admitted softly, a smile starting to form on his face. Remus smiled straight back, breathing out a relieved laugh.

“Well then we’re set.”

“But what if-“

“No ifs, just kiss me.” Remus answered quickly, moving his hands to pull Sirius in and kiss him. He pulled away shortly after. “I do love the skirt, though. It suits you.”

“Y’know what? I do too. It’s making me question quite a bit about myself, though.”

“Question away, love, I’ll be here for it.”

#THEM>>>#I can’t explain my love for them #also Remus does indeed panic #he’s just good at remaining composed #they just love each other so much #it warms my heart sm #wolfstar #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar oneshot #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Old Enemies and Old Friends

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, injury, mentions of death, violent death

Word count: 3384

A/N: Here’s part 12 of castle of glass! This took a lot longer than I thought it would, but my ADHD has been playing hell all week. Hopefully the next one won’t take as long, and I hope you like it!!

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Ko-Fi

Thirty-two hours.

Jason glanced at the clock on his helmet dash before forcing him to look away again. Y/N had been with the Joker for thirty-two hours. He was trying really hard not to think about the fact that he had been with the clown for less than two before he got bored of beating him and set the bomb timer going.

He forced himself to breath and think logically. If she was dead, the Joker would have told them by now. He liked to rub that kind of thing in their faces. But if she wasn’t dead…

Stop it.

He took another deep breath and ticked the current warehouse off his list. He didn’t have many buildings left to check. Dick had temporarily run off to deal with a gang shootout, after insisting Jason keep searching without him for a while. Dick had told him he was planning on calling several of the titans in, but he’d been called away before Jason could ask who. Jason had mixed feelings about them getting involved because he hadn’t exactly had the best experiences with any of them, before and after his death. But he knew they were as protective over Y/N as Dick was, so he wasn’t going to say no if they wanted to help out.

A flash of movement caught his eye as he stepped out of the abandoned warehouse.

He flexed his fingers over the guns strapped to his thighs as he stepped forward. But he wrenched his hands away as he laid eyes on the small kid crammed into the gap between the wall and a dumpster, clearly trying to be as small as possible.

“Hey, kid. What’cha doing here?” He relaxed his posture and crouched down, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible given he was now taller than Bruce and almost as broad; sometimes he really missed being Robin.

“You’re Red Hood.” The kid was shaking slightly, but he kept his eyes on Jason as he nodded. “You help people.”

“I try to.” Jason said as softly as he could through the voice modulator. He watched as the kid chewed his lip but made no room to say anything else, so he spoke up instead. “Do you need my help?”

The kid nodded. “Some men hurt my friends. We sleep in the old theatre because it’s dry and the costumes are all still there for warmth. But the men found us and hurt some of my friends.”

The edge of Jason’s vision tinged green. He thought he had made himself clear a few months back when the police tried to bar the homeless kids in the Bowery from sleeping there. That was Red Hood’s turf and those particular kids were under his protection. The kid in front of him couldn’t have been older than twelve, and he deserved somewhere relatively safe and warm to sleep.

Jason really wanted to punch someone. “Did you get the officers names?”

“They weren’t police officers.” The kid said.

Jason felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.

Could it…

No…

In the middle of his territory…

Surely not even the fucking clown was that suicidal…

He took a deep breath, ignoring the pit once again as it tried to take over. “Okay, kid, I’ll deal with it. There’s a shelter on Cross Street, you take your friends there and tell the woman behind the desk that Red Hood sent you.” He pulled a small red token out of his pocket and handed it over to the kid. “Just give her that and she’ll set you up.”

The kid nodded and scurried off.

Jason pulled out his phone and shot Dick a quick text before setting off in the direction of the theatre.

***

It was easier than he thought it would be for Jason to slip in through a hole in the theatres roof. That should have been his first indication that something was wrong. But green had started clawing its way to the front of his mind at the mere thought of getting his hands on the clown, making him more reckless than he would normally be.

He crept through the decaying attic and jumped down onto the first floor, his boots hitting the carpet with a dull thud. He had been to the theatre once before it shut with his mom. He didn’t know how Catherine had managed to scrape together the money, even if it was just a low budget version of A Midsomer’s Night Dream. It was still one of his best memories, just him and his mom before she got really bad. Before she finally gave up and chose the drugs over Jason.

He shook his head, choosing to focus on the green instead, and kept moving forward.

He could hear voices coming from the stage area and silently walked towards the stairs he remembered that should lead him to the backstage area. He stepped onto the carpet at the bottom of the stairs and knew something was wrong, the floor just felt off. But as he moved his other foot down nothing seemed to happen, so he put it down to rotten wood and he started moving forward.

He made it half way down the corridor before his head started feeling funny. Three more steps before he stumbled. One more before he fell to his knees and started realising something was really wrong.

Some form of gas was his first thought. But his helmet had a filtration system. Not if someone planned for that, his brain reminded him. He crawled forward another metre, trying to think of a plan.

Then the laughing started.

Manic, echoing laughter poured down the corridor and suddenly Jason was fifteen again and the carpet under him was actually concrete and the walls were further away.

“Poor excuse for the cavalry, aren’t you, birdie?” The voice that haunted his nightmares cackled. “I bet this was not what the other little birdie was hoping for when she sent that distress signal.”

Distress signal?

“Oh, well, she’ll find out soon enough.”

Before Jason could think about anything in more detail, the crowbar connected with his helmet.

***

Jason couldn’t supress the groan as he woke up. His entire body felt stiff and his head was throbbing in the dull way it did whenever someone hit him over the head while he was still wearing his helmet. But the fuzziness told him he had also been drugged with something, and that never boded well for what was to come.

“Finally back with us, birdie?”

Jason didn’t have time to answer before two sets of hands yanked him upright. It took him a solid minute to resist the urge to puke because he realised he was still wearing his helmet, even if it had shattered on one side.

Muffled, angry protests drew his attention and he finally managed to crack his eyes open to take in his surroundings. They were on the raised platform that used to be the stage, although now it was just rotting boards, and there were two guys on either side of him, still holding his arms. But that was not his priority when his eyes caught a flash of purple.

Y/N was on her knees about six feet in front of him with the Joker standing behind her. She was gagged and there was a piece of rope wound around her neck that he had a horrible feeling connected to where her hands were bound behind her back. The bruising starting to come out around her neck confirmed his theory. There was blood on the left side of her head and a bruise on her cheekbone that looked at least a day old so he knew those were from when she had been grabbed.

But it was the fresh blood running down her left leg from the middle of her thigh that worried him the most. Her jeans were missing and something had been carved into her thigh. From this distance he couldn’t make it out under the hem of the oversized shirt of his she had stolen yesterday morning, but he had a feeling he knew what it was and it made his vision tint green.

“Get away from her.” He rasped out, struggling to make his voice work as he looked up at the clown.

The Joker’s face split into his awful grimace of a smile and he stroked a hand through Y/N’s hair roughly, clearly not caring if it got caught. She flinched away and the hand clamped down, keeping her where she was. But she kept her eyes on Jason, looking concerned, like she wasn’t the one with the psycho murderer standing behind her.

The Joker laughed, tipping Y/N’s head back and Jason could tell by the choking sound she made that she had tried to move her hands without thinking about the rope around her throat. “Not much of a rescue team, is he, little bird?”

Distress signal.

The Joker’s words in the hall came back to him and he tried not to show the surprise on his face. He said Y/N sent out a distress signal. But it hadn’t been to him. Of course not, she had to have codes with Dick, ways of sending messages without anyone being able to tell what they said. Which meant Jason had walked into a trap that wasn’t meant for him, and Dick still had a chance. Knowing golden boy, he’d be a lot more careful than Jason had been, which meant he just had to keep the clown’s attention until then.

He took a deep breath, well aware of the implications of what he was about to say, but he just needed the Joker to let Y/N go.

“You know, I never did answer for which hurt more.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she started screaming something illegible through the gag, but the Joker’s smile grew and he let her go. She fell onto her side, her eyes focused on him, still shaking her head as the Joker stepped forward with the crowbar.

Jason closed his eyes and begged whoever might be watching over him that Nightwing wouldn’t be as late as Batman was.

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As always, Dick didn’t disappoint.

The Joker only managed four hits before something exploded and they heard people shouting. The men holding him dropped his arms and drew their guns. Jason let himself slump and slipped the hidden knife out of his boot while none of them were looking.

“I wonder which birdie that is.” The Joker laughed and walked towards the edge of the stage.

Jason took his chance and stabbed the guy on his left in the calf as he swept the legs out from under the guy on the right. He dived over the guy on the floor, ignoring the horrible twinge in his most likely broken ribs, and used his body as a shield against the others gunshots before grabbing the now dead guys gun for himself. From there it took almost no effort to drop the other guy.

But when he turned in the direction of the clown, he found empty space.

“Fuck.” He croaked out, his voice sounding worse than before.

He turned back to Y/N as the shouts got closer; the clown could wait.

They were too exposed on the stage so he sliced through the rope connecting the one around her throat to her hands and ignored her muffled protests as he threw her over his shoulder. He kept the gun up as he moved towards the backstage area. Y/N went limp on his shoulder, clearly accepting this was how he was moving them somewhere safer.

He kicked open the first door he came across and strode into what looked like on old dressing room once he had made sure it was clear. He set Y/N down on the floor as gently as he could, trying not to jostle her leg too much, and then pulled off the shattered remains of his helmet before cutting her wrists free. He barely had time to pull the gag out of her mouth before she threw her arms around him.

“We’re okay.” He said, giving himself one minute to just hold her.

But she pulled back before he could, her hands immediately moving to his face. “You’re bleeding.”

“Not as much as you.” He said, catching her wrists below the skin the ropes had rubbed raw and bruised. But her leg was what was worrying him.

“I’m fine.” She said, moving to cover it with the oversized shirt before he could take a proper look at it.

“Sweetheart, nothing ‘fine’ bleeds that much.” He pulled a pressure bandage out of his utility belt, well aware he didn’t have enough for her leg, wrists and neck. “I need to wrap it so we can get out of here.”

She nodded and moved her hands away. “Okay.”

He shifted forward to get a better look and his entire vision went green in the way it hadn’t in a long time. He was aware his eyes had changed and his breathing was uneven, but it was hard to get it under control when the psycho had decided to carve a goddamn J deep enough in her leg that there was no way it wouldn’t scar.

“Jay.” Y/N said softly. “Jason, breathe.”

He forced a lungful of air into his chest and exhaled slowly, forcing the green back, but leaving it thrumming under the surface for when he got his hands on the clown.

“I’m okay.” He said once the green had retreated enough that he could see his surroundings again. Her hands were on his face again, her thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones and he let it ground him before he turned back to the task at hand and started wrapping her leg up. “You got a message to Dick.”

“We have a code. That’s why he thought it was meant for you.” She said. “You didn’t come with him?”

“We were looking together, then he got called away for a gang shootout. A street kid told me about some bad men here, thought I’d check it out. I walked into the trap he set for Dick.” He told her as he finished tying off the bandage.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but she cut off as they heard footsteps in the corridor. Jason met her eyes before wordless standing, placing himself firmly in between her and the door, and raising the gun in his hand.

The door was kicked open, slamming against the wall with a bang, and Jason found himself staring down the shaft of a military grade arrow.

“Speedy?” Y/N asked and Jason glanced down to see her peering around his legs.

“Well, you both look like shit.” Roy Harper said, dropping his bow and striding into the room before pulling Jason into a hug like everything that had happened since he ran away hadn’t happened.

Jason let himself relax into it and wrapped his free arm around Roy. “You got any bandages, Harper?”

“Who do you think I am? Course I’ve got bandages.” Roy pulled back and dropped down in front of Y/N. “How you doing, WarGames?”

“You know I’ve never actually hacked the military, right?” Y/N said, offering her wrists to Roy as the archer pulled several rolls of bandages out of his belt. “Dick got my message.”

“Of course he did. Him and Donna are handling the goon squad.” Roy moved to bandage her neck as Jason shrugged out of his leather jacket.

“The clown?” Jason asked, helping Y/N into the jacket as Roy stood back up.

“Dick went after him.” Roy said, his eyes dropping to the gun in Jason’s thigh holster.

Jason chose to ignore the look and turned back to Y/N. “Can you walk?”

“I think so.” She took his offered hand and let him pull her up. Her leg shook slightly, but she stayed standing.

Jason turned to Roy, keeping his hand in Y/N’s, and nodded. Roy drew his bow again and started walking back the way they had came. Jason drew his gun and followed, keeping one step ahead of Y/N in case anything decided to jump out at them.

“Nightwing! Stop! Nightwing!” Donna’s shouts were cut up with the sounds of gunfire and fighting. “Nightwing! Stop! Dick!”

Jason started running before he even realised what he was doing, but nothing could have prepared him for the scene that greeted him.

Donna was subduing the last of the Joker’s men in what used to be the dress circle, still calling for Dick to stop in between punches. Dick was on the floor at the edge of the stage, repeatedly punching the person on the floor underneath him. The sight of the purple suit was enough to stop Jason in his tracks. For some reason his brain was struggling to comprehend the sight of his brother with blood soaked gloves and his murderer lying on the floor with a broken face.

“Dick!” Y/N moved before Jason or Roy could stop her and caught Dick’s arm before he could throw another punch. “Dickie?” She said softly.

Dick looked up at her before turning to look at the bloody mess underneath him. Jason spotted the exact moment Dick realised what he’d done; his entire face crumpled and his breathing picked up. But Jason still couldn’t make his legs work, he just stared as Y/N pulled Dick away and wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed to the floor.

Roy shot him a look as he walked towards the Joker, but he didn’t seem to expect Jason to move. Dick’s face had gone blank and he didn’t give any indication he was hearing any of the soft reassurances Y/N was whispering in his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. Roy took a shuddering breath as he stood back up and met Y/N’s eyes. The shake of Roy’s head broke the last of Jason’s composure and he dropped to his knees, unable to take his eyes off the bloody mess of the Joker’s face.

It was over.

The clown was never going to hurt anyone again.

But it shouldn’t have been Dick.

Jason didn’t even care that someone had got to the clown before him, the only thing he cared about was the fact that it was Dick. Bruce’s golden boy, the one of them who always believed in Bruce’s one rule more than anyone else.

“Jay. Jason. Jason!”

He snapped his head round to find Roy had gone to help Donna secure the Joker’s guys and Y/N was looking at him.

“Jay, he’s bleeding.” Y/N said, looking more panicked than before. It took him far too long to realise she wasn’t talking about the Joker, that the fresh blood on her hand was coming from Dick’s side.

“Shit.” He forced himself to move and dropped down next to her.

Dick was still staring blankly at the wall, Y/N being the only thing keeping him upright. He didn’t move as Jason started prodding at his side.

“What’s wrong?” Donna asked as her and Roy walked over, both of them pointedly ignoring the body on the floor.

“He’s been stabbed through one of his suit joins.” Jason said, taking the roll of gauze Roy offered and pressing it against Dick’s side.

“You two get him out of here. There’s a car outside and both of you clearly need medical attention as well.” Donna said.

“The bats-”

Donna cut Jason off. “We’ll handle it.”

Jason studied her for a moment and then nodded; he could tell she was thinking the same thing he was. None of them knew how Bruce was going to react. Roy passed him the car keys and he managed to get Dick standing as Y/N kept pressure on his side. He let himself take one last look at the bloody mess that used to be the Joker before leading them to the exit.

Part 13

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nesiacha · 2 months

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In defense for Marie Antoinette

A long time ago following a passionate debate and good reblogs that you can easily find on Tumblr (if everyone agrees I will put the link), I had fun defending Marie Antoinette (although a fervent sympathizer about the Montagnards).As in two weeks it will be the defense of Manon Roland, I will put this ability to defend to the test by publishing what I had already written about the former queen of France. Here we go:

The problem with Marie Antoinette is that her education was often neglected, and her mother, the Great Marie Thérèse, an excellent politician, instilled in her very conservative ideas, not to mention the fact that she wanted her daughter to become a spy but without the great talent political of her mother. This will be one of the reasons why it will be a great problem when she arrives at the Court.

She won't have the necessary mental strength to face the heaviness of the protocol, and although she caused major problems initially in terms of expenditure, her frankness, unsuitable for a dauphine then a queen, and her frivolity don't help. In addition to the expenses she incurs to please her friends (notably Polignac), wanting to forget the pressure her mother puts on her, despite Louis being a good husband to her, with no children, which is a source of gossip, she decides to increasingly take refuge in Trianon, which again leads to excessive spending, not to mention new clothes. But it's important to note that once she had children, she behaved much less frivolously, more reasonably, less extravagantly, but refused to reintegrate Versailles, which she deemed as heavy and hypocritical (rightly so, but as her mother said, with privileges come duties; if she had made a concession on this side, perhaps she could have obtained less absurd protocol).

Once she had children with her husband Louis XVI, they did everything to ensure that their offspring did not have a high opinion of themselves. Just look at the fact that she wanted her children to dress equally to some of the household children and in her letters indicates that she does not want her daughter to be as arrogant as her aunts. She even tells them that since there are more and more poor people in France, they won't have gifts at a certain period. So she's not a snobbish woman.

Contrary to popular belief, Louis XVI is never influenced by his wife; in fact, she herself knows how to stay in her place as a queen consort and simply prefers to organize certain festivities. But her excessive frankness, rejection of her duties, frivolity in expenditure, and the fact that she sometimes openly shows disdain, for example, for Turgot (one of the few good financial controllers of Louis XVI) will make her the object of all vices in France and a scapegoat for all the decisions of the old Regime.

Do you know who agrees on this point? The revolutionary Saint Just himself in his writings in 1792, who immediately grasped the personality of the Queen in these terms: "Rather deceived than deceitful, rather light than perjured, entirely devoted to pleasure, she seemed to reign not in France but at Trianon."

Moreover, Joséphine de Beauharnais, who was a hundred times more spendthrift and frivolous than her, was much more loved because she took care of her image unlike Marie Antoinette. Perhaps because Marie Antoinette was more frank than her .

In the end, Marie Antoinette stole less from the coffers, so to speak, because her husband wouldn't have let her, and she herself wouldn't have wanted to. Theresia Cabarrus, who profited well from Tallien's scam, was seen as wonderful because she took care of her image. Furthermore, Marie Antoinette clearly displayed her allegiance and stuck to it until the end (although this allegiance was outdated, her mother's conservative ideas about absolute monarchy), faithful to the people she loved (she insisted on sheltering her friends, but Lamballe returned despite the queen's pleas not to do so to support her, faithful to her husband, despite the arranged marriage, because even though she insisted they leave, she didn't want to leave him alone), isn't a friend of the good day only, compared to Cabarrus, who claimed to be imbued with Enlightenment ideas, said she didn't like bloodshed, but in the end, went from one bloody person to another not out of survival (as she liked to say) but out of wealth before marrying a royalist. Yet Theresia and Beauharnais (who took part in the serious scandal during the creation of the Bank of France as a shareholder) did not receive as much criticism.

Of course, we can also understand Marie Antoinette's criticism of Necker, a proud man who is content to borrow and pretend to be more competent than he really is and stabs people in the back (he criticized Turgot but if Turgot hadn't played the "villain," Necker wouldn't have been able to borrow a penny to cover his good reputation not to mention his weather vane attitude and his false attitude as a friend of the people that Marat denounced ), although I don't understand the contempt she had for Turgot.

For her betrayal towards France, I agree with all of you , it's inexcusable, I won't go back on that. What Louis XVI did (primarily him because he was never influenced by his wife, but she also has some responsibility in this regard) is involuntary mass homicide against the French people for the return of absolute monarchy. The problem is that at that time we didn't have the necessary evidence to condemn her (although there was legitim suspicion of the truth), it was a parody and even Saint Just seemed to oppose this execution by telling Robespierre that "this act (the execution) would not benefit national sovereignty." Unfortunately, the person who said this in one of the forums, however, very educated, lost the citation from this book, so let's go cautiously, especially since if the letters had been found, I think Saint Just would have been in favor of the execution of Marie Antoinette. But as mentioned above, at least Antoinette did not betray any ideals, she was clear about that unlike Cabbarus who claimed that she rejected Tallien because of the blood in his hand but then go to Barras, said that she is attired by « les idées lumières » and go to wedding a monarchist, etc., who do not receive as much criticism. But I also understand the hatred she received from Jacques Roux, from a Momoro, and from so many others who never had luxury and found her expenses and behavior legitimately scandalous. But like everyone else outraged and shocked by the behavior of Hébert (and Pache, Chaumette, and Jacques Louis David should not be forgotten even though I like Pache and I find Chaumette unfairly maligned by their best moments it’s was not their best moments and should have died of shame for using such a method, as for Hébert and even to a lesser extent Jacques Louis David, let's not even talk about them).

At least Marie Antoinette unlike other didn’t betrayals the ideas of the revolution unlike some who claimed themself child of the revolution and then betray the revolutionnaries.

If we want to fight against the dishonest people who have blamed everything on people like Saint Just, Robespierre, Couthon, Billaud Varennes (isn't Fouché and Turreau?) we must also do the same thing even for people who are against the revolution even if I agree that the martyrdom of the upper class is tiring and that making Marie Antoinette a pure feminist and innocent icon is just as wrong (but I am here to defend her in this post).

P.S.: I know that Theresia and Joséphine did not harm people unlike their husbands and lovers at least not as much; I do not want to absolve Napoleon, Barras, Tallien; they did not need these women to do what they are reproached for, but to better situate them in relation to Marie Antoinette.

#marie antoinette #frev #french revolution #theresia cabbarus #josephine de beauharnais #fouché #turreau

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The sky was clear as it always was, or so Cub thought. Hadn't seen much else in the few years he'd been out here with Scar. Clear skies for days with very little else. But then, deserts were like that. Clouds only meant one thing: storms. That was the sign to take shelter in any way you could.

Still, the desert out here was so very different to his home, where he lived by the river and he knew the seasons like he knew the gods who walked the earth. Out here, it was hot, and cold, with very few varieties in between. Sure, sometimes it was less hot, and sometimes it even rained, but mostly it was clear, dry, and hot. It had become a little monotonous if he was being honest.

If only his main complaint was the weather though! How lovely that would be!

If he was honest, if he only thought about the weather, he could forget about home for a while. He could forget about everyone he'd left behind who he was sure he'd never see again. That way lay pain and trauma he was not prepared to deal with.

But then, Scar was the same. No point in facing that. Cub was sure they'd both never be able to stop if they ever let themselves grieve.

They were somewhere in Tjehenu land, that was about as specific as Cub was willing to be. They'd had to flee from someone they knew that they'd seen in Kyrini, so it wasn't safe to go back there. If they'd been clever, perhaps they'd have stowed away on a ship headed for Greeze or Rome. Perhaps next time. Until then, they were in the desert, on their own, killing whatever animals they could find for food.

Was this the life he had pictured for himself? Not really. Many other things were destined for him than this. But the fates can be strange creatures, and everything he thought he was going to be had been taken from him.

Of course, it was the same for Scar. They'd both lost so much, even if they never spoke of it.

Cub idly wished to be back with the Masrai. There had been other priests from the Two Lands there. They had taught them so many things about ritual and priesthood and the medu netjer and serving their gods. Cub had wanted to stay. Scar said they had to go. Keep moving. So they left. In that moment, looking up at the night sky, he missed them all intensely.

They'd stopped at an oasis, this one strangely uninhabited, but perhaps more because of its size than anything else. It was really too small for anything more than a transient population to find useful. But it had good water and plentiful fish, and they had been able to make a small shelter to camp in.

Jellie was happy at lasst. She'd missed fishing, and had been the main source for their food since they arrived here. They were lucky there was enough food for the camel. Cub had been aware they'd been pushing it a little too far, so this oasis was a good place to stop and rest. They all needed rest. It had been too long, and too hot, and they were all tired of it. A moment, that's all they needed.

Perhaps they could just stay here. Make a little house for themselves. There were a few extra palm trees they could cut down, right? Not that they had any tools with them that would cut down a tree though. Cub knew very well why they couldn't stay, either. There was no permanent life out here, not at this oasis. This was a place to rest for a while and then move on. To stay would deplete the resources here too quickly. They would have to move on anyway.

Ah well. Perhaps another will be found soon. Or, better yet, perhaps they head north and take that boat to Rome. That might be what they need to escape, just for a while. If they can be sure they aren't going to be seen in Kyrini, perhaps that's the best move. To stop roaming around in a desert, struggling to survive, and go across the great green.

What would be waiting for them on the other side? Who knew? People who spoke strange languages and had strange customs. They'd seen some of this in Kyrini, but Kyrini was a mixture of a lot of people, and perhaps not as indicative as to what might be found elsewhere. Still, Cub went to sleep dreaming of that great green expanse of water, wondering if that might finally be a place of safety for them after too long spent in the desert.

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #fanfic #convex #the lost prince au #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #a little vignette #musings about home and place and safety #while they are still exiled and on the run #still teenagers lost in the desert #but maybe i'll let them go to the continent ;)

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skylinesnsunshines · 2 months

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jude bellingham reading: personality

hi everyone! this is my first non-kpop reading!! i am so nervous but excited bc ive been wanting to expand my horizons for a while. i have another footballer lined up for a reading but feel free to request others if you are curious. please remember this is just for fun and i am just a girl w cards <3 ok thank you! hope u enjoy

personal readings

DISCLAIMER: this is all speculative and for entertainment purposes only, so take it with a grain of salt :)

(italicised is the card on the bottom of the tarot deck which is meant to represent the subconscious/blind spot of the situation + rx means reversed)

9 of pentacles, 9 of cups, 3 of cups, 9 of wands | athlete | house seven: profound relationships, intimacy, and romantic partnerships | snake

firstly i just wanna say wow with three 9 cards. from a numerology perspective with multiple 9 cards, individuals with this energy achieve success early on in their lives as 9 signifies completion, so although jude has many admirers, he unfortunately has people waiting for his downfall due to envy. this energy tells me that jude is a very lucky and well-rounded individual, i sense a feeling of nonchalant-ness as his talent and work ethic come so natural to him. the 9 of pentacles tell me that jude is someone who thoroughly enjoys the fruits of his labour, he could be someone who loves indulging in luxury wether that'd be food, travel, experiences, etc. i also get the feeling that he loves spoiling those around him. he could be someone who loves presenting himself as someone diplomatic, tactful and well-mannered. with the 9 of cups, i see jude as someone who is emotionally fulfilled and can be idealistic. this card indicates someone positive, optimistic, content and fulfilled, however i do feel that jude could be someone who wears rose coloured glasses and has a sense of naivety. i just pick up on very youthful energy with jude, sheltered to an extent as well. i envision him as someone who sees the good in people and prefers to focus on the positives than the negatives. now i literally laughed when i pulled the 3 of cups, as that tells me that jude could have a tendency to be very dependent in his relationship, whether that would be familial, friendship or even romantic. i sense that he is someone who is easily influenced when in groups and is more of a "go with the flow" type of person. he might struggle with doing stuff himself or trusting his intuition, as I feel he relies heavily on the opinions and perspectives of those around him to encourage him. this card also tells me that jude's a social butterfly, he could be the type to enjoy going out to parties, socialising and meeting new people. there's this energy of lightheartedness as I feel that he's a really compassionate and collaborative individual, he gives me the type to love doing group projects hahaha. he's someone who's very in tune with others' needs and can read a room very well. i think one of his biggest fears could be coming across as rude or insincere to others, which could be due to his upbringing. gives me the energy that he can be quite the hedonistic individual and approach life with a "glass half full" mindset. the 9 of wands as the hidden energy could indicate that jude is someone who is still unsure about himself. it makes sense since he's only 20, but I think sometimes when he thinks about his life/position too much he can get easily overwhelmed. it's obvious that he has lots of pressure, but I feel that most of the pressure is self-inflicted. he could also be overly cautious or paranoid, so any decision he makes he will always have multiple backup plans and avoid taking risks (he's a dream for his pr team lmao). i also get a feeling of restlessness with this card, and that this is the side of himself when he is vulnerable and that he rarely shows. i get the feeling that he is still figuring himself out and enjoying the lighthearted aspects of life currently. as he gets older I feel he will obviously mature, and understand himself more. but right now, he just seems very lighthearted and youthful (just like most boys his age rn) and that the "real deep stuff" will come to his realisation later in life.

the athlete card for the athlete!! what a surprise LMAO. this card describes an individual who is dedicated to transcending physical limits and develops personal willpower and strength of spirit. another thing I picked up is that jude could love feeling like the "people's champion" and he feels a large sense of fulfilment if he knows he has inspired people or influenced them. i also pick up on the energy that he loves working towards something physical, in this case, it could be towards his physical body as he feels satisfaction with tangible things. i see that he enjoys the competitiveness of his job, as well as "performing", but the feeling of him enjoying being people's role model is what motivates him more. again, the 7th house card which reiterates the 3 of cups points earlier, he really prioritises harmony and puts a lot of his worth in his connections with others. he could also be a libra rising cause he does give me that vibe. although this card does indicate romance and its importance, with jude currently I feel like he is prioritising his business partnerships with others and ways to elevate himself in that realm. the snake card tells me that jude is a charismatic and creative individual, he could have an untapped creative side. he could also be someone who jumps from one project or another, like start and stop multiple projects cause he has a lot of ideas.

so that's it for the reading! let me know if you have any feedback, questions or requests! my askbox is always open for a chat as well <3 sending you love and light always :) hope you enjoyed!

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Four months into the assault on Gaza, the Israeli military has forced over a million refugees to the edge of the Egyptian border and is now bombing them while threatening to mount a ground assault against them. In the following text, Jonathan Pollak, a longtime participant in Anarchists Against the Wall and other anti-colonial solidarity efforts, explains why we should not look to international institutions or protest movements within Israeli society to put a stop to the genocide in Gaza and calls on ordinary people to take action.

A shorter version of this text was rejected by the liberal Israeli platform Haaretz—an indication of the diminishing space for dissent in Palestine and within Israeli society.

Human Rights Discourse Has Failed to Stop the Genocide in Gaza

We are now more than 120 days into the unprecedented Israeli assault on Gaza. Its horrific repercussions and our inability to bring it to an end should compel us to reevaluate our perspective on power, our understanding of it, and, most significantly, what we have to do to fight it.

Amid the spilled blood, the endless days of death and destruction, excruciating dearth, starvation, thirst, and despair, the ceaseless nights of fire and brimstone and white phosphors raining indiscriminately from the sky, we must grapple with the bare ugly facts of reality and reshape our strategies.

The officially reported fatalities—in addition to the many Palestinians who remain buried under the rubble and aren’t yet included in the official count—already amount to the annihilation of nearly 1.5% of all human life in the Gaza Strip. As Israel escalates its attacks on Rafah, it seems that there is no end in sight. Soon, the lives of one in every fifty people in Gaza will have been extinguished.

The Israeli military is inflicting an unprecedented toll of suffering and death on the 2.3 million people of Gaza, surpassing anything ever witnessed in Palestine—or elsewhere during the 21st century. Yet these staggering figures have not penetrated the thick layers of dissociation and disconnect that characterize Israeli society as well as Israel’s Western allies. If anything, the reduction of this tragedy to statistics seems to hinder rather than enhance our understanding. It presents a whole that obscures the specifics: the figures conceal the personhood of the countless individuals who have died painful, particular deaths.

At the same time, the unfathomable scale of the massacre in Gaza makes it impossible to comprehend through the stories of individual victims. Journalists, street cleaners, poets, homemakers, construction workers, mothers, doctors, and children, a multitude too vast to be narrated. We are left with faceless anonymous figures. Among them are more than 12,000 children. Probably a lot more.

Please pause and say this aloud, word by word: over twelve thousand children. Killed. Is there a way for us to take this in and move beyond the realm of statistics to grasp the horrific reality?

The cold blunt numbers also veil hundreds of obliterated families, many of them completely erased—sometimes three, even four generations, wiped off the face of the earth.

Overshadowed by these figures are more than 67,000 people who have been injured, thousands of whom will remain paralyzed for the rest of their lives. The medical system in Gaza has been almost completely destroyed; life-saving amputations are being carried out without anesthetics. The extent to which infrastructure in Gaza has been destroyed surpasses the Dresden bombings at the end of the Second World War. Nearly two million people—roughly 85% of the population of the Gaza Strip—have been displaced, their lives shattered by Israeli bombings as they shelter in the dangerously overcrowded south of the Strip, which the Israeli government falsely pronounced “safe,” yet continues to pummel with hundreds of 2000-pound bombs. The hunger in Gaza, which was created by Israeli state policy even before the war, is so severe that it amounts to famine. In their despair, people have resorted to eating fodder, but now even that is running out.

About a month ago, an acquaintance of mine who fled to Rafah from Gaza City after his home there was bombed told me that he and his family had already been forced to move from one temporary refuge to another six different times in their attempts to escape from the bombs. In despair, he said, “There is no food, no water, nowhere to sleep. We are constantly thirsty, hungry, and wet. I’ve already had to dig my children out from under the rubble twice—once in Gaza and once here in Rafah.”

These rivers of blood must breach the walls of our apathy. If only time could stop long enough for all of us to process our grief. But it will not. It continues passing as more bombs fall on Gaza.

Decades of injustice have paved the way for this. Some 75 years have passed since the Nakba—75 years of Israel’s settler-colonialism—yet its defenders continue to deny the facts. Even after the the International Court of Justice (ICJ) asserted that there is indeed cause to fear that genocide is being committed in Gaza, the US and many of Israel’s other Western allies have effectively remained silent.

Israeli Prime Minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, called the court’s mere willingness to discuss the case “a disgrace that will not be erased for generations.” Indeed, the ruling is a disgrace. Despite everything being laid bare in plain sight, the court did not order Israel to cease fire. This is a disgrace to the court itself and to the very idea that international law is supposed to protect the lives and rights of those being crushed by the military force of nations.

It will undoubtedly be said that the law, by nature, is meticulous and that it considers the forest not as a whole but as individual trees. To that, we must answer that reality, facts, common sense must be above the law, not beneath it. Israel dedicates considerable resources to a legalism of the battlefield, intended to give cover to its murderous acts. This approach involves carving reality into thin slices of independently legally-approved observations and actions. A military target was present in high-rise X, justifying the deaths of over two dozen uninvolved civilians; apartment tower Y was the home of a Hamas-employed firefighter, legitimizing, according to the principle of proportionality, the decision to wipe out three neighboring families. But this practice cannot turn genocidal water into legitimate wine. This is legal gaslighting that shreds reality to pieces in order to conceal a pattern of indiscriminate mass murder.

If the slaughter of 1.5% of the population in four months is not genocide; if Israel’s acts are not deemed grievous enough for the court to order it to immediately stop the killing, not even in light of open incitement to exterminate Palestinians by prominent Israeli politicians and members of the press, not to mention Israel’s president and Prime Minister; when lack of punishment for such incitements and such acts is accepted rather than branded as genocide in the simplest of terms—then the words we use to describe reality have lost all meaning and we are in dire need of new language beyond the confines of legalese.

Leaving the butcher’s knife in the butcher’s hand—leaving Israel unhindered, unimpeded—means letting the slaughter in Gaza continue. This is the absolute ongoing failure of international law and the institutions entrusted with keeping it.

This failure passes on the responsibility of forcing an end to the ongoing catastrophe, so that it falls on the shoulders of civil society. This ought to compel us to move beyond the empty liberal paradigms of human rights, which have replaced liberation as the dominant discourse in leftist politics.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 1 year

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imagine seeing joel again

**tess was not a factor in this version, sry girl lol**

The leaves on the ground crunched under your worn out boots; you stopped to breath in a bit of fresh air. Your body was tirelessly tired, dirty and worse for the wear. Traveling for nearly a month now, first with friends but now, you were alone. That simple thought would have sent you reeling into a whirl of emotions, but two voices perked from your ears.

Scrambling behind a tree, you crouched and watched through the tree line; ears focusing on the murmured voices. One was a young female, that you were sure of and the other...

You might have become delusional from the lack of sleep and human interaction, because the voice sounded like...Joel.

Stubborn and angry Joel. Angry at the world and for good reason. Yet, he had a different side to him that he rarely allowed to be shown. Before the big argument, he had chosen to give you glimpses of that softness in him. Sometimes it was in the shape of his body against yours, his forehead dipped into the back of your neck as the two of you sleep. Or a muffled laugh in his apartment, when the makeshift city was quiet. Then a stupid argument about trying to stop all the stupid shit and to settle down into a more mundane life, like Frank and Bill, put a wedge between the two of you.

You left shortly after with a group of friends, wanting to find something more. There was settlements near the northern border and the people were good, but you hadn’t felt right there. Traveling back alone had left you to the thoughts puzzling up in your head and they all had lead to...

“Joel.”

A whisper left your lips as his face unblurred from the distance and you froze, eyes moving from him to the young girl beside him. They looked rather comfortable with each other and the sight was shocking to your senses as you stumbled up from the ground.

“JOEL!”

Your voice was raspy from the lack of talking, but his eyes widen as he stopped the girl from going any further. He looked around, alert, until his gaze found yours.

Tears filled your eyes and you didn’t care that you were rushing to him, displaying any sign of affection upon him as your hands flung over his shoulder. His body was hard and warm, familiarly familiar and all you could do was bury your nose into his jacket.

He said nothing for a long moment before his arms gently wrapped around your back and you could feel a sigh of relief coming from his chest. Pushing away, you looked up at him and laugh.

“You son of a bitch.”

Joel chuckled, eyeing the girl before nodding to her. “This is Ellie, we’re on our way to Tommy.”

Your smile fell, as you reached out to shake her hand. She made a snide remark but shook your hand as you looked to Joel. “He in trouble?”

“I don’t know - you headed back to the city?”

“No, I was headed too Bill and Frank’s,” you lied, not wanting to lead on that he was the reason for your returning. Ellie and Joel’s demeanor shifted, and you instantly knew. “Shit...infected?”

“No, they just decided to go on their own.”

Joel’s words brought a sense of comfortable to you; last you saw the pair, Frank was looking rough. “At least they had each other...”

No one said anything, but Ellie piped up and asked if you wanted to join the two. “Three is better than two.”

God bless this girl.

You looked to Joel for his reaction and his eyes softened for a brief moment before he shrugged. “It’s a long trip.”

“I just traveled from Vermont, asshole.”

Ellie’s laugh eased the tension and Joel smiled - the tiniest of smiles that indicated that he was more than fine with you joining them.

“Can we find a shithole of shelter? My feet are killing me.”

Joel’s face hardened at Ellie’s whiny request but you smiled. “I cleared out a house a mile up the road. We can take a leave there.”

Within minutes the three of you were walking down the road, Ellie on Joel’s right while you flanked his left. After twenty minutes of giving the young girl a history lesson on America, you finally turned your attention to Joel.

Nudging his arm, you caught his gaze and shrugged. “Sorry I left.”

Joel eyed Ellie, who was so obviously pretending to not hear the conversation going on, before looking straight ahead - typical Joel.

“Sorry I let you leave.”

Holding back a smile, you subtly reached down for his hand and brushed your knuckles against his. He didn’t smile but you saw it in his eyes - whatever the two of you had, it was still there.

It had never left.

#joel miller x reader #joel x reader #the last of us #pedro pascal

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 1 year

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Actually regarding my last Hatoful post I made, I don’t think enough attention is given to the way Sakuya has been completely un-personed by Le Bel. He’s not only “raised in a sheltered and classist environment”, everything he is is a regurgitation. There is not a single thing Sakuya says in early game that isn’t what his “father” told him to - this doesn’t exactly excuse his behaviour towards his classmates, but it is also very concerning. You would expect Sakuya’s arc to be about the pressure and expectation he feels as the next family head, but while it certainly does seem to be a lot of work, he doesn’t really show much indication that it’s gotten to the point that it’s too much to bear. He handles responsibility very well. He’s just. Unhappy. Sakuya runs away from home in freezing cold weather and collapses in the street, all because he deigned to think about loving music. He hadn’t even come around to thinking about actually pursuing it as a career. This alone seems more like Sakuya hit a breaking point than one isolated incident - there is likely a lot more going on behind the scenes that we are not privy to for Sakuya to be that subservient and that terrified of Le Bel. Hiyoko even internally notes that he’s always acting way angrier than he actually is - anger is a reactive emotion, and if he reacts aggressively, he won’t have to think about these things that challenge the worldview Le Bel has indoctrinated him with. He is literally too frightened to challenge Le Bel, even within his own mind.

Similarly, Yuuya takes on a job that restricts him from forming any semblance of a stable identity or from letting the mask fall. Ever. Sakuya deflects with anger and his high-born reputation, and Yuuya deflects with a flirty laid back persona while allowing everyone he meets to believe every rumour they spread about him. And people treat him horribly. He laughs it off with the whole “that’s a little cold” or “bit harsh” but. Like. It hurts him. I don’t think he’s genuinely ever built up a tolerance against that kind of badmouthing, and the sad part is that the worst of it comes from Sakuya, his own little brother who he would and has done everything for. But he won’t ever refute it or defend himself, because it helps him keep his cover at the school, and also probably in part because he feels he deserves it. Yuuya does not like himself, largely due to his constant guilt. He even doubts his competence at times, when his efforts as an agent fail (see early HoliStar). He has no idea what his future will look like. He has no plans for himself. He acts in defence solely on behalf of other people’s happiness and safety and receives the words of the man he hates most spat in his face by the little brother he would do anything to protect. And yet, to him, it will always have been worth it.

It would’ve been so easy to make them polar opposites but I do love how the writing actually shows a number of key similarities between them that pop up in certain situations.

Their correct answers in their routes typically involve standing up to them or telling them off in some way (Sakuya’s bossiness, Yuuya’s flirtation)

Sometimes make rash decisions due to their anger or irritation (I mean. Sakuya. A lot but also. The egg.)

They are both quick to take on responsibility for others in a crisis situation and tend to handle it fairly well for the most part (rip to Sakuya with the giant tank that showed up at his mansion. to be fair Yuuya couldn’t stop it either.)

Kings of not being honest about their true feelings or personality. Like ever. Masks and defence mechanisms up constantly. (Yuuya is at least a little more self-aware; he does genuinely seem to care about justice - while Sakuya, as stated previously, has very little in the way of an identity at all and is not self-aware in the slightest lol)

Anyways I feel insane about the fantail brothers. That is all.

(Art above is by the author Moa btw. You can find it on the wiki!)

#this post brought to you by my sudden recollection of sakuya being more terrified of talking to his father than an assassin sent to kill him #just. makes you think.#also how sad yuuya makes me. like. he’s still a kid man.#I liked him plenty in bbl but oh man. holistar yuuya. ‘this pain is mine you can’t have it’ holistar yuuya. holy fuck.#easily jumped up the ranking as one of my faves #sorry I’m being melodramatic. eh. oh well #hatoful boyfriend #hatoful kareshi #sakuya le bel shirogane #yuuya sakazaki #hatoful analysis #storyrambles #hatoful spoilers

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