#For a reason she says in her song that oneself is the only one who can bring light to a dark situation

[triple-pupil]

"Come now! Pull yourself together, Missy...! Only You can bring some sunshine to cloudy today..."

#white backround #I feel like giving a single wrinkle to her lil face is a war crime #Even more making her cry #But I'm sorry- I need to develop how her home life was #snow white #disney #disney fanart #snow white 1937 #For a reason she says in her song that oneself is the only one who can bring light to a dark situation #She had to have learned that at home- That only she can picke herself up and endure with a smile #Because of course her stepmother won't do that- And she seems to not have anyone else #Cri #my shit #My baby's a survivor and I wanted to show that #disney princess

[taylortruther]

I actually agree with you 100% on all long-term relationship breakups being pretty much the same. When you've loved someone for so long, it means they're also part of your routines, part of your comfort, part of your home and part of your family. Their family becomes your family, their friends become your friends, their hopes and aspirations become things you care about as well as their struggles. The reasons why the rs starts falling apart aren't as simple as one or both parties no longer "being in love", but rather a combination of issues: career ambitions intolerable to the relationship for various reasons, incompatibility of personalities or of extended families, growth at different paces, the goals and wishes agreed at the start of the rs changing with time, loss of trust and connection, etc. I thought of this the other day when an anon mentioned the movie Blue Valentine, and I think the reason why that film feels so realistic (and devastating) is because all long term relationships slowly desintegrate in similar manners to what happens to the couple in the movie. And piggybacking off the discourse we had on The Alcott, it's quite desperating and frustrating to slowly realize that things that once were profoundly sacred have come to feel like a curse; you no longer feel like you're choosing everyday to be with this person out of love, but rather that you're emprisioned to them.

What we know about TTPD department so far makes me think this will be explored but not in the way many fans seem to be expecting (not you guys lol but I have seen ppl that expect the songs to be sassy, petty, and accusatory). Instead, I think we will see her show and deconstruct all the ways she fought for it to work, compromising, committing, twisting herself into a pretzel, and making herself smaller, not because he was "forcing her" like some fans think but rather from her own decision bc that's just how much she loved him. Which is even more devasting if you think of it: she locked herself away, tried to dim her shine, beared emotional burdens alone because of her own conviction and desire to make things work, not as a result of him "making her" do all of that. So imo one of the reasons this album will be particularly devastating is bc we will learn in a very raw manner just how much she loved this man and how much she was willing to give up for him, and how much regret she probably has about things she did for him that at the time felt like a no-brainer but in hindsight seem ridiculous (which is a very common thing for everyone bc that's simply what you do when you love someone; love isn't usually rational). And this will undoubtedly be very relatable for ppl who have been in ltrs that ended bc, as you say, most of them end in the same way and most of us realize how much we actually sacrificed for it only after the fact.

i agree!!! also, we know taylor never does anything by halves. we know love is basically a religion of drug to her. we know she felt that he believed in her and loved her for her at a time when she felt she was distinctly unlovable. we know she fought hard to deal with her baggage. we know she was reflecting on fame, how fickle it is, and why she wanted it so badly (miss americana doc, mirrorball, midnight rain, to name a few.) we can look at midnights to see the things that were haunting her and they were things like: dealing with fame, choosing the hard way, reckoning with loss of self, wanting to protect love that felt fragile, blocking out noise, the empowerment and loneliness of relying on oneself. midnights feels like a very honest and logical progression past folkmore, which discussed those topics as well as infidelity, taking up space, confronting depression and pain and other sticky human desires. ttpd feels like it will further touch on these complicated and sticky and dark topics, with the added "bonus" of the specter of a breakup, and the breakup itself, haunting them. anyone whose ever lost a part of themselves to try and save a relationship of any kind will understand, i think. love is a beast that way.

#a black dog you might even say #predictions #ttpd

[cursedfortune]

@fallesto​ from x.

Each new day, his greedy nature was more than fed, as there was always something to do, always something new to learn. “Ah!” The barrier did not shred those, who are connected to him by heart, they are spared, but it was still always alarming, for no other little wife would be so bold. “It would be better if you were a cat, so I can hear you purr.” Her magic was indeed, something that interested him, for this world those who can command magic, were amateurs when compared to her perfection and her arts. “White is the symbol of purity within the world, of nobility, of a higher class of person, of my standing in the world, that I made it to the top, on my own.” Against the cult and church's degree of clothing, there was not a shred of black to be found, all his followers wore white, for they were the best of them all. “Every room is my favourite, for I can merely move them around and place myself wherever I wish.” As he sighed casually shrugged at the abuse of his powers. “Someone hummed a song to me, many centuries ago, but I cannot remember –” The song nor who was the one who had done it for him, but rest assured, he had killed them. “How do you feel, when there is something in your way, something that is annoying, something that displeases you, and you merely remove it from sight, satisfied, for only a moment, because there are always more out there, that haunt us, chase us and see us as a plague and not the gift to humanity that we are, to guide them all, back to the shining light. The old ways, they have forgotten them, that witches crafted this world, to turn your back on goddesses like that, is sinful and must be punished, for any to speak ill of a witch or hold any history of crimes against them, I’ll deal with them, myself.”

“You say that as if you haven’t made me purr plenty of times before, husband.” The witch teased as she folded her hands over her abdomen.

She liked listening to him talk. Perhaps that’s why they got along so well, besides the other obvious reasons. Purity was a thing of value to a witch, just not in the sense he considered it. Pure... as in true to oneself. Something he always was. She knew he forged his way in this world - perhaps that is what made him so beloved by this witch.

“We’ll deal with them together.” Mortem echoed, correcting his phrasing. She would stand idly by and have him do all the work. Her hands would redden as they have always. “Tell me, Regulus, if given free reign to carry out this quest... how would you go about it?” Would he... empty the world? Or simply cull it until it bent a knee? On one hand she was mighty curious; on the other, she wanted to consider his preferences as they moved forward with this.

#fallesto #rps

[hopeymchope]

Do you think you can help me out? I don't understand why everyone loves Ibuki so much. I mean, I don't want to hate her, but the one thing I don't like is her music. It's been bothering me ever since I learned that she's a fan favorite, I want to know if anyone doesn't like Ibuki because of her music. I get that her popularity has to do with her jokes and fashion, but some of it feels like dark humor to me. You can read my blog for more info if you want (some of it doesn't make sense though).

I don't think anyone likes Ibuki's music aside from Hiyoko, lol. (Unless, of course, you're talking about that amazing fan recording of what "I Squeezed Out the Baby But I Have No Idea Who the Father Is" could sound like, which I would say is an absolute jam.) Just look at everyone else's reaction to it in-game! So you're definitely not alone in such an opinion; I'd be stunned to learn if ANY fans legitimately liked her in-game/in-anime music, actually. I always thought the whole POINT was that it's supposed to sound like a cacophony of garbage. But having some crap musical preferences isn't usually enough to hate OR love somebody, y'know? Whether they're real OR fictional.

(But please, y'all: If any of you legitimately love — or, like @dangan-kagura, totally hate — Ibuki for her.... eccentric musical style, I'd love to hear about that. I want to know you exist!)

But ultimately, I think Ibuki is beloved by the DR fanbase because of three main reasons:

A) Yes, she's funny and cartoonishly positive and speaks in the third person, but she also runs deeper/smarter than she usually acts. We do tend to really dig characters with layers to them that run deeper than our first superficial impression.

B) We also love someone who is relentlessly individualistic and shows no signs of caring what other people think of her. There's an admirable quality to her, particularly in how she's pursuing her music when we meet her.

C) A character with queer undertones (overtones?) is always a character that fandoms will gravitate towards.

Let me go a little more in-depth on those points.

Regarding point A: Obviously, Ibuki acts like a goofball a lot of the time, which can be endearing. But she also surprisingly pulls her weight in the class trials by catching others in lies, pressing people for answers, reporting on exactly what sounds/voices came from where at what points during Chapter 1's murder, and so on. She can be quite insightful — remember that in DR3's Despair Arc, she's the only person in Class 77-B who points out that there's something between Fuyuhiko and Peko — that they're clearly closer than they pretend to be. All of the above speaks to how lowkey observant she is, which supports how she can drop some legit wisdom, such as her mini-speech about "finding oneself" during her final FTE in Island Mode.

Regarding point B: As we gradually learn her background in-game from various conversations and FTEs, we find that she once wrote and co-performed a song with her Light Music Club that became a top-charting single. That fact combined with her incredible guitar skills helped her get scouted by Hope's Peak as the "Ultimate Musician." Even so, she ditched her club and quit pop music so she could make the heavier, harder music SHE wanted to make. And... it's not exactly being well-received, but she doesn't seem to give a damn. She left behind the easy route to praise and loads of cash so she could maintain her artistic integrity and do what she's passionate about and loves doing. That's easy to admire.

Regarding point C: At the end of Island Mode, if the player/Hajime suggests they could now be "lovers," she rejects that notion with a strong "DENIED!" Plus she talks about her heart pounding hard when she sees the other girls in their swimsuits. And there's her request for Mahiru to take picutres of Mikan in compromising positions when poor Tsumiki falls in Chapter 1. And, y'know... the infamous "Welcome to the world of girl love!" quote. All this together has made her be popularly believed to be gay or at least bi/pansexual, and characters with those kinds of hints just always get a lot of love from fans. Geeks do love their slash.

I hope this helped you understand why people are fond of her — including myself. I'd probably put her anywhere from tier 1 to tier 3 of my favorite characters, depending on the day. She's not a lock for the top level by any means, but I'm still a fan and enjoy her presence.

#danganronpa screenshots #danganronpa #ibuki mioda #asks #dr2 spoilers

[biinaberry]

That someone is me, hi hello, I’d like to know details about Tunble Town culture

Tumble Town deals with the theme of death and the balance between bringing and avoiding. All info told is the info Jimmy was able to uncover through books and those who visited/lived in tumble town for a good while

Their national animal is the bull and canary, with the canary sitting on the bull's head. The story goes that a bull was traveling through the mesa during a sandstorm. The sand nearly blinds the creature but it still travels in search of safety. During its travel it hears the song of a canary and follows its trail before standing in front of the bird. The canary sings that it will guide the bull out of the storm if he carried him on his head, for his wings were damaged in the storm. The bull questions him before accepting that the idea of help is better than no help and scoops the bird onto its head. With their combined efforts there were able to escape the storm. The canary then gains the name of Guider while the bull is named Bringer as the two become extensions of death, for she saw that both would die without the efforts of the other.

It is this story that holds the basis for other aspects of their culture

This story sparked the belief that couldn't death be tricked? If the bull is nearly blind then if we can trick the bull, no matter what the canary says, it will attack the wrong person. And thus the belief in dolls.

The story goes that a mother, grieving her child, wanted to make something to honor him. Using the palo trees that grew around the town, she carved herself a doll. She places it on a mantel along side his childhood toys so she would always remember him. Worrying that death would strike again she made a doll of her daughter as well, and gifted it to her. A month passes and the bull returns again, canary guiding its mind. It follows the daughter until she turns around and spots the creature and begins to run. In her hand she held the doll her mother made but in a panic, drops it. The bull then began to target the doll, daughter then escapes the creatures grasp. From her first hand account of the events the belief was spread that by creating dolls of oneself it would bring a person a second chance at life, a man made totem of undying. However only those made from the palo trees ever worked and thus was labeled as the town's national tree. Becoming sacred in the process. It became a tradition that once someone turns old enough they will be given a doll in their likeness as a form of protection from death.

This is also the reason why jimmy does not remember that he is a demigod since he is the son of death the palo wood has the same effect on him as the bull. So after his parents disappeared his memory went with them because his mind forced him to believe he is human.

This belief in dolls also transcended during times of war, but with a different applications. Dolls are passed through the generations and are heavily cherished. During war, if tumble town knows they are unable to defend themself, they will place these dolls all over the town. They believe the dead will posses their dolls. If the living cannot fight then the dead will fight for them.

On the other side of the duoship, canaries became a religious/sacred symbol. It is not uncommon to enter tumble town and see it absolutely covered in canaries because it is a law to not hurt them the only exception is if you are the sheriff. They are tumble town's form of pigeon. Citizens often take care of the birds because it is believed that any canary can speak with the Guider of Death. So if they treat one canary badly that bird will tell the Guider to come and kill them.

The reason the Sheriff is the exception is because they are able to tap into the canary's ability to see the future. The ritual goes that the sheriff will call to the birds with one hand out and wait for a canary to land in their palm. At that point they will sing to the canary until it falls asleep, and only when it is asleep, will the Sheriff snap the bird's neck. The sheriff will then be given a vision of death and the vision will almost always happen. Only 10 times has the vision been wrong in some form. However, as a consequence for killing the canary, the event that the Sheriff witnesses will now happen at a sooner date then originally. Since the Guider of Death is now aware of the Sheriff's actions.

This ritual was originally lost and death is the one who actually wrote it down for jimmy to find later.

#solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #empires s2 #son of death au

[cfivcrykeys]

(—) ★ spotted!! CHRISTIAN O'MALLEY on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 36 year old looks like CHRIS EVANS, but i don’t really see it. while the RECORD LABEL OWNER/PRODUCER/PIANIST/COMPOSER is known for being AMBITIOUS my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be RESERVED i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song UNHOLY by SAM SMITH and KIM PETRAS {he/him / male} - penned by SUSHI, 27, FEMALE, SHE/HER (Jordana Kennedy’s Husband Wanted Connection)

BASICS

Name: Christian Greyson O'Malley Nicknames/Alias: Chris Face Claim: Chris Evans Age: 36 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Date of Birth: February 20th, Pisces Living in: Los Angeles, CA Nationality: American Occupation: Music Producer/Pianist/Composer/Owner of White Wolf Records

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: Confidence: feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured. Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. Courageous: able to face and deal with danger or fear without flinching Adventurous: willing to undertake new and daring enterprises. Self-Aware: having conscious knowledge of one’s own character and feeling. Ambitious: having or showing a strong desire and determination to succeed. Adaptable: able to adjust to new conditions. Meticulous: showing great attention to detail; very careful and precise. Flaws/Weaknesses: Stubborn: having or showing dogged determination not to change one’s attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so. Blunt: uncompromisingly forthright. Reserved: slow to reveal emotion or opinions. Jealous: 1) feeling or showing suspicion of someone’s unfaithfulness in a relationship. 2) fiercely protective or vigilant of one’s rights or possessions. Phlegmatic: (of a person) having an unemotional and stolidly calm disposition. Stoic: a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.

Favourite colour? Blue Favourite foods? Bacon, Chicken Parmesan, Zuppa Toscana (All-time favorite food), Creamy Tuscan Shrimp, Arroz con Pollo, Sausage Gravy and Biscuits, Buffalo Chicken Pizza, Salmon, Smoked Barbecue Ribs, Chipotle Favourite music? Classical but he does listen to a whole mix of genres considering his line of work Favorite books? Thrillers, Mysteries Fears: tbd Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Kenneth O'Malley (Father) Unnamed O'Malley (Mother) Siblings: Unnamed O'Malley (Younger Sister, Wanted Connection) Dexter O'Malley (Younger Brother)

Children: Micah Kennedy (21-year-old Step-son) Maiya Kennedy (21-year-old Step-daughter) Wednesday Kennedy (5-year-old Daughter)

Other family: Jonathan Kennedy (Father-in-law) Kathy Kennedy (Mother-in-law) Dominique Kennedy (Sister-in-law) Mackenzie Kennedy-Holder (Sister-in-law) Jonathan Kennedy (Brother-in-law) Winnifred Kennedy (Sister-in-law) Isabella Kennedy (Sister-in-law) Spouse: Jordana Kennedy (Wife) Signed Clients: Dexter O'Malley, TBD Friends: TBD

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Build: 6′0″ 187 lbs Tall and Muscular Hair: Long, Dark brown Eye Colour: Blue Distinguishing Marks: N/A

Accomplishments: 5 Grammy’s for Producer of the year, 3 Grammy’s for Composer of the year

Regrets: TBD Secrets: TBD

HISTORY

The oldest of three children and the most practical of them, Christian did his best to stay out of trouble. His time was occupied with his studies, basketball, and music (mainly piano; headcanon: Christian fell in love with piano after seeing Phantom of the Opera).

He had never really planned on taking his music anywhere opting to go to business school while minoring in music production.

Christian’s relationship with his father was somewhat tense if only for the fact that he showed real promise on the piano, something that Christian was extremely passionate for but assured his father that he wouldn’t do more than just enjoy it as a hobby not wanting to further strain their relationship.

When Christian eventually applied for college’s, the revelation that he was planning on minoring in music production, furthered strained his relationship with his father, having decided that putting what he enjoyed on the back burner just to make his father happy was no longer something that he wished to do.

He moved out the minute he turned 18, moving into a small condo with his best friend where, together, they produced music for local artists in their small garage.

His sophomore year of college found Christian diving into piano composition, releasing his first two songs within months of each other and fueling his desire to join the music industry any way possible.

Upon graduation, Christian and his friend made the movie to LA to begin their business venture together thus the creation of White Wolf Records was born, starting off small as they had in their garage back in their hometown. The rise of their local artists blossoming into stars building their reputation higher and higher until he was where he is today with 3 grammys for producer of the year.

At 22, he was approached after a piano performance, having a few compositions out by now and was asked if he would like to co-compose a song for a video game that was coming out and the creation of Phoenix for League of Legends was born.

It would be a little less than 5 years after they moved to LA that his best friend was in a plane crash and ultimately passed away. The loss hit Christian hard and like always he turned to his piano for comfort and therapy, composing For Those We Have Lost inspired by this loss.

Christian had dated here and there, some relationships longer than others but none really going quite where he wanted them to.

That was until 2016, when he met Jordana Kennedy. After only two months together, Christian knew that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, something he hadn’t felt with the others before her.

She was the inspiration behind multiple compositions, though most were written during their separation when he had filed for divorce after discovering her infidelity while they were expecting their first child together a year into their marriage.

It would be 2 years, before Christian would finally give in and agree to marriage counseling, knowing he still loved her more than anyone and wanting to provide a normal family life for their daughter and not wanting to lose the bond he had formed with Jordana’s twins.

While it has been a hard road, Christian has genuinely forgiven Jordana for what she did and has been really working towards trusting her again and while they aren’t quite there yet, he’s never been happier with life.

More to come as I plot

Career Accomplishments

Kiss The Rain (Inspired by Jordana)

River Flows In You

Girl On An Iceberg (Inspired by Jordana)

La valse d'Amélie (First composition at age 19)

Winter (The four Seasons)

Summer (The Four Seasons)

Comptine d'un autre été (Amélie) (Second Composition also at 19)

Carol Of The Bells

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy (The Nutcracker Suite) (Inspired by Wednesday Kennedy)

Hallelujah (Co-composed)

League of Legends - Phoenix (Co-composed at 22)

Game Of Thrones Main Theme (Co-composed)

The Avengers Main Theme (Co-composed)

Flight Of The Silverbird (Late night composition with Star Sky)

Star Sky (Late night composition with Flight Of The Silverbird)

Black Panther Main Theme (Co-composed)

Wonder Woman Main Theme (Co-composed)

Wonder Woman: 1984 Main Theme (Co-composed)

Her Carriage Awaits (Wedding song for Jordana)

Illusions (Composed during separation from Jordana)

For Those We Have Lost (Composed after his best friend’s death)

Isolation (Composed during separation from Jordana)

No Words (Composed during separation from Jordana)

Reminisce

When First We Met (Inspired by Jordana)

The Hurt That Can Breathe (Composed during separation from Jordana)

My Only Regret

Promise Me This (Composed for The Theory of Relativity)

Nothing Without You (Composed for The Theory of Relativity)

Relativity (Composed for The Theory of Relativity)

Great Expectations (Composed for The Theory of Relativity)

Still Hurting (Composed for The Last Five Years, performed by Anna Kendrick)

Moving Too Fast (Composed for The Last Five Years, performed by Jeremy Jordan)

Always Remember Us This Way (Composed for A Star Is Born, performed by Lady Gaga)

You Are Not From Here

Little Serenade (Inspired by Valentine Laurent)

You Raise Me Up

Tears in Heaven (Composed for his mother, a letter to her husband after his death)

Let Her Go (Inspired by Valentine Laurent)

Before You Go (Inspired by Valentine Laurent)

 Dance With My Father (Dedicated to his mother and Keira in light of father’s death)

Hamilton (Broadway Composition; first performance in 2015, age 28)

Alexander Hamilton

Aaron Burr, Sir

My Shot

The Story Of Tonight

The Schuyler Sisters

Farmer Refuted

You'll Be Back

Right Hand Man

A Winter's Ball

Helpless

Satisfied

The Story of Tonight (Reprise)

Wait For It

Stay Alive

Ten Duel Commandments

Meet Me Inside

That Would Be Enough

Guns and Ships

History Has Its Eyes On You

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)

What Comes Next

Dear Theodosia

Non-Stop

What'd I Miss

Cabinet Battle #1

Take A Break

Say No To This

The Room Where It Happens

Schuyler Defeated

Cabinet Battle #2

Washington On Your Side

One Last Time

I Know Him

The Adams Administration

We Know

Hurricane

The Reynolds Pamphlet

Burn

Blow Us All Away

Stay Alive (Reprise)

It's Quiet Uptown

Election of 1800

Your Obedient Servant

Best of Wives and Best of Women

The World Was Wide Enough

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

Journals (In Progress)

How To Save A Life 4:11

The Scientist 4:11

One More Light 4:13

Here Without You 3:56

Fix You 4:16

Chasing Cars 4:19

Numb 3:41 (written for dear old dad with the help of Dex O’Malley)

Broken 3:26 (ft. Esmerelda Monroe)

Be Alright 3:14

Iris 3:01

Angel 4:19

Lips Of An Angel 4:00

Stay 3:29

#hillzhqsintro #~WE ALL DIE; HIS GOAL IS TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT NEVER WILL~

[halfyearsqueen]

@divinehr : And you, lady? Are you a woman of conscience or of ambition?

silver white lashes lower, as lips curl up at their corners into a faint smile. the gesture near abashed. the low murmur of voices blending in with the light, airy playing of strings forms its very own melody - here and there, lords and ladies danced, and talked - a synchronous song wholly unique to life at the red keep. there was a certain beauty to her father’s court, a current of life. that though it did oft become a matter of advancement when one dealt in politics, it was rarely dull. a blessing, the princess thinks, and a curse. she could feel the eye at her back – some disdainful, others curious, but all ambitious. all watching. some friends, others not so. ring laden fingers near absentmindedly straighten a slightly out of place bit of fabric at her wrist, smoothing it down. it was a navigation she knew well, now. she had found a place to pause amongst the throng when the woman had approached. pale lilac eyes raise, meeting hers as she says, “ i do not believe i should make a very good ruler, if i do not have a measure of both, in truth. “

could one truly possess a conscientious ambition ? she knew more then most how callous some could be in service of it. how cruelty could drive those who felt their power threatened by the mere notion that a firstborn child’s claim might take precedent over a firstborn son. the ambition of men, ignored when it suited. gloried when it benefited. the ambition of a woman, reviled. a singularly damning thing when one’s desires should only ever fall in line with a father, or husband. never oneself. that one might was an idea new, and dangerous. a slight ever more precarious by the eve, in her case. yet ambition could be a blunt instrument. many had done great good in the service of it, as well as awful cruelty. as long as one minded reason, could there be a middle ground between the two ? she could not imagine why there could not be. she watched her. she had never seen the woman before. a visitor, then. from another part of the realm. curious, it seems. not, yet disdainful of the young princess.

she did not believe her own ambitions were unconscionable — all she had wanted was what was promised to her. ( and to perhaps lay the foundations to more. for more. that it might not be such a mountainous endeavor for others girls ) the right the lords of the realm had sworn to defend, yet was it not a display of ambition in itself, to continue to fight ? to want it, when many and more believed it belonged to another ? perhaps she had already proven immoral in the mere act of it. though aegon had not spoken a word on what he felt of his own birthright. “ one must seek to better the realm, if one seeks to be worthy of the honors of the crown, “ she said simply and smiled at her, a touch ruefully, “ mayhaps it is arrogant of me, good lady. but i do not believe if one keeps their heart and wits about them, they cannot have both. “ nor should they need choose between the two. she could be well be wrong, she thinks. but she did not see another way that things might change, that her reign might be great. though perhaps the greatest feat would be the mere continuation of peace. it would be enough, if it was.

#divinehr #ANSWERED . #v. the heir to the iron throne

[mistyrosepod]

Don't go to the gym for revenge, they don't care!

Dear roses,

We all know that one person who will suddenly go silent or disappear and come back with a glow up rooted in revenge and bitterness. Perhaps that person is you.

It is very common on social media, movies, song and even our surroundings to encourage us to get our act together by becoming everything the person who hurt us said we could not be.

"He broke up with me, so I went to the gym", "She unfriended me because I talk to her about my difficulties but I got rich and I'm the CEO of X company at only 9 years old".

Okay... yes I exaggerated on that one. I do hope, however, that you understand where I'm getting at with this image my dear rose. Once you have reached that goal they will have forgotten all about you.

If you were close to someone who once hurt you, there is no doubt that you love the person and found in that specific person qualities you lacked or potential you already have in you and are afraid to exploit.

Generally, there is two type of situation in such relations.

You are interacting with someone who's taking your energy

Are you helping someone who is not asking for help? Are they asking for help and aren't acting upon what they are saying? Girlie, oh girlie... Run!

You cannot help people who wouldn't do the bare minimum for themselves. Even if you had enough energy to help them initially, you would eventually fall short of that supply you're providing. Consequently, they would be left helpless with no tools to be autonomous, or even more unfair, they would become what they had always envisioned to be leaving you exhausted and confused asking yourself silly questions like:

-Why?

-How didn't I see that coming?

-I won't ever trust?

Or even declaring upon yourself words that reprogram your brain to go the opposite direction of where you want to be:

"I'm too nice. Trust nobody. Love doesn't exist. I'm a lone wolf"

The truth is though you intentions were probably ones of a good heart, if you are left with regret it means that all of your loving actions were lead consciously and with no discernment.

You are the person who is consuming energy from others

It is very difficult to portray oneself as the villain, especially when you are the one hurting.

Ask yourself:

-Am I the best version of myself?

-Am I the version of myself I aspire to be?

-Am I actively contributing in the improvement of my current self in a drive to be the person I aspire to be?

If either answer is a "no", then it is most likely that there is something that brings people close to you and repels them at the same time.

While you may be thinking that someone is helping you with a good, they may actually be genuine or simply enjoy their position as a provider in order to make themselves feel better. There is also in these cases a chance of them leaving because they see no result and end up resenting you (that's a they problem) leaving you with no tools to help yourself or the best version of yourself in appearance but a void in the inside.

This is people pleasing.

What is the common theme between pleasing people and loving yourself?

In both cases you'll have to put energy. Having to use energy means that one puts efforts into something with a purpose and a meaning.

Surely you can treat your friends to a restaurant But if you don't have enough resources, it means that you are belittling yourself by giving yourself more stress and deeming your light for the next weeks to come because you're preventing yourself from doing other things.

Surely you love him and he's got a difficult past, you can help him. But is it real love if you are facing someone else's trauma without knowing yours and your limits?

Surely they listened to you till dawn and suggested solutions, but will you face these issues and do what it takes to have an actual breakthrough and enjoy your relationship fully?

If there is one reason for you to go silent or disappear, come back shining like a diamond, the reason is You my rose.

I would love to say in this day of age, but the truth is that ever since time exists life doesn't wait for you. In fact nobody waits for us to grow.

Do not lose or gain weight for him. You'll realize that once you've become that girl your standards will be higher and you might even get the ick thinking about the past.

Do not work hard because they told you to, do it because you're getting closer to the woman you want to be in future.

What To Do:

Instead, surround yourself with people who respect you and your time alone. Not only they will set boundaries with you -which might hurt at the beginning-, they will also inspire you to create and explore your true identity.

Remember that envy and comparison only come when you admire something in someone else. Instead of giving in to these unpleasant feelings, admit to yourself how you feel and if it is genuine do not hesitate to give out compliments.

Once you have done that work within yourself you may also learn how to give your energy to the right people, in the places, in the right time.

Do not feel ashamed of saying that you do not have resources to go out if you do not have them. People who truly love you, or simply respect you will understand. They may even suggest something else that make all of you happy.

"Do not feel ashamed [...].People who truly love you, or simply respect you will understand."

In a nutshell do not be afraid to say no to energy-vampires. Do not forget that you too can be the reason of your own sorrow.

Stand for yourself with yourself and befriend your heart and soul my rose.

I hope that this was helpful my dear roses!

See you soon

Irini Julio 🎀💓

#feminine #femininity #self love #self care #princess treatment

[irrfahrer]

8♣️ - What is your muse the most stubborn about?

Send a playing card to my ask box!

That people are good, actually. That people are made to care for eachother. That most people, deep down, are pretty decent. There are a lot of people that insist on the people in the Galaxy beeing bad and rotten and corrupted and that helping them instead of only looking out for oneself is useless work and will only continue make the Galaxy worse than it already is. There is nothing one can do to make things better as long as there are such people around and as people are bad and rotten from the beginning, why even bother. If something like this is said to Ziv, it will usually end with a certaine twitch of the Tynnans paws because she wants to punch the one saying this to her, but remainds herself that she is a healer and should not do any harm. For her people saying this are simply lazy- they make sure to form their worldview as simple as possible so they can gothrough life without having the responsability to be a good person themself and put in the work to be a good person. Beeing a good person is hard work. Beeing kind to other people is hard work. And pretending that one just does not care and that the people around themself are all out only for themself is trying not to do this work for whatever reason- be it because one is protetcig themslf or because one is too lazy to face that kindness is hard work. Falling down into nihilism and the thinking that “everyoneis naturally rotten”, is just a shield to protect oneself from pain. If the people can trust to not be in pain or can trust to not be scared, than they will be kind.

Ziv has the strong conviction that people are good, actually: As a Healer she is very often faced with extreme situations- natural disasters, pandemics or just the results of a blasterfight. And through those expierences she had seen everytime people who would fall into a frantically compassion when they run to save others despite the own danger, when people who are not even healers and trained medical staff decide to stay and help in a area overrun by a sickness despite the danger to themself, when there had been a fight and onlookers bring the injured to her doorstep to be treated even when they had nothing to earn from it and do not even know this people in the first place. Ziv does not judge the people who hide from the fact that when faced with danger and with disaster, most people will chose kindness for after all kindness needs bravery and not everyone can be brave and strong. Thats why those pepole who chose to be kind and be brave have to fight and take care for those who can not. Yet when the fear for oneself safety and gain is taken out of the game, when one is actually given the direct actual  chance to do good , Ziv is convinced, that everyone will chose kindness instinctively.For when faced with uncertainty and unnatural danger people will turn naturally to eachother and ready eachother in a position where one can get and provide help.

   “For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it was set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.”             - Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning.

#thanksfor the ask dear <3 <3 #irrfahrer #Ziv Odiz' zee #headcanon

[ncitygirls]

forgive - hyunjin x f reader

angst, fluff, smut, royal au, 4.1k

to die just as one graduates to motherhood is the tragic fate of countless women of your time. though there is no shame in falling victim to eve’s curse, one does feels a deserving sense of pride in their ability to look the devil in the eye and turn one’s cheek. to crawl through the forest of death and drag oneself towards the light. many are denied the privilege of survival. living is a sign from the heavens that perhaps there is a reason for such trials. that strife is a lesson in one’s journey, a meaning to life.

but to die before bearing your husband a son is a fate you would readily accept in place of the dark nothing you nearly surrendered to. the thought drifts into your mind the moment your greatest trial and grandest reward shifts in your arms, your daughter’s wails slowly rising in pitch and frequency as you smile loftily at her bundled form in your lap. she sings a song most would call unbearable. the screech so shrill, it pierces through even the most impenetrable guard. but never through you. you could continue to find peace in the deafening sound had it not been for your husband. your dear, sweet husband.

your king.

your king, whose presence thus far escaped you. that is until he asked, just a decibel louder than the wailing infant, “could you please settle her, sweet?”

“oh,” you glance at his rigid form, across your living quarters, to find his pretty scowl trained on his heir, only softening when his eyes meet the familiar orbs of his queen. “my apologies, hyunjin. is she distracting you?”

“no,” he breathes, allowing his head to fall back on the loveseat, his sculpted cheek puffs. “it’s just annoying.”

“it?” your eyes quickly return to him, only to be met by the back of his morning paper. “i do hope you are referring to the sound itself and not to your child, my love?”

“does it matter?” he sighs, realising moments too late that the room has stilled. “my dear, i did not mean to offend.’

“of course not, your highness,” ah, ‘your highness’. you call on the title in the times you wish to hurt him most. “she is but a child, of course you meant her no offense. i ask for your mercy, sire.”

“i sense hostility in you.”

“shall I call on a nurse for you, your grace?” he wonders for a second what the reason could be before you readily come to his aid. “it is most unlike you to use sense of any kind.”

“that was out of turn-”

“me? my king, you believe it is i who is out of turn?” hyunjin knows there is no answer to such a question. because yes would present grounds for annulment and no would mean he is wrong. and kings cannot be found in the wrong. “not the new father who refers to his daughter as ‘it’? of course it is not he who is speaking out of turn, not when he is a king.

“when he is a man.”

“ah, ‘men are the source of all the world’s ailments’, must we hear excerpts from your manifesto again, my love? it is only noon,” he assumes you hear only humour in his tone and decides to take it a step further. “is it in your plans to fill the house of hwang with women just to spite me?”

“oh,” you breathe, smiling softly as he watches, “is it a son you desire, hyunjin? is that what you want?” his eyes squint as he watches his love rise to place his only heir in the cot before you glide over to him, sweetness vanishing from your eyes as you succumb to your wrath. “you want a son, king hyunjin? then give me one.”

“leave us.” the servants standing by flee the room, quick to abandon a maid who halts as hyunjin blocks her path. “take the child.”

she takes a hurried step towards your child before she is stopped once more. “take my child and i will take your hand.” the poor girl is quick to abandon her king’s direct order before fleeing the scene, closing the door as she departs.

a biting silence takes the place of the bodies that once filled the chamber, thickening every corner of the room. minutes pass before hyunjin realises you have no further interest in him. “if it were not for the fact my heart beats for you, my beloved, i too would take my leave.”

“your heart? is that what beats in your chest, hyunjin? a heart?” he scoffs, unbothered by the deflection masked by your jab. “kings are meant to rule, not jest. do not humour me.”

“was your tea cup mistaken for a bedpan?”

“i almost died, jinnie!” he withers as you tremble, your eyes misting as you try to find someone resembling your beloved in the man sat across from you. “i almost lost my life bearing you the heir you prayed for, only for you to treat her with the same regard one does a child born in illegitimacy.” he wishes to deny it, and you see it too. but your eyes are alight and hyunjin swears he sees his end in them. “she is your child, hyunjin. and should she be your only, she will wear your crown with pride and rule as well as any boy ever could.”

“i know that.” your scoff stung like a strike to the cheek and winds him like a blow to the gut. “i do. y/n, i swear it to you.”

“then perhaps you should act like it.” he finally sees what fuels your rage and rests behind your eyes: disappointment. “you cannot love me and not my kin, jin. i won’t allow it.”

“my love,” he reaches for you but you repel, moving instead to the babbling baby. “you mistake my desire for a son as a lack of joy for my daughter.” pulling your hands from the sides of the cot, he dwarfs them with his own. “i love her with everything i have in me. i swear.”

“had my father received me as you did our child, i would not believe that to be the case.”

“forgive me, my love.” you’re quick to cast your gaze elsewhere, ignoring his puppy eyed plea. “i will pray the heavens take mercy on me, but i need you to first. please believe me when i say i love her. i do. she is half of the greatest woman to ever walk this kingdom, i worship her.”

“then why? why the cold shoulder? why treat her this way?” he suddenly finds himself unable to answer, opting instead to rock the baby, basking in her glow. with a soft sigh, you raise a hand to his cheek, offering him reprieve as he burrows into your palm. “what troubles you?”

“nothing, my love.” your disbelieving gaze sends his shoulders south, his whole frame sagging. “it’s just my dealings with the courts.” of course. the courts. “i spent every night bowed in ceaseless prayer. i prayed for your health, for your life, for our child. i prayed until bruises formed on my knees, my love. and still i prayed. but as i prayed for my family, they prayed only for my successor, for a boy.” though you find it impossible, he manages to lower himself further. folding himself into you, almost in two, hiding his long face from view. “once I caught wind of their talks with the lord, i condemned it. i condemned any prayer against my wishes but the court can do as they please in their solitude and i know we do not rule on fear but after her birth, for the first time in my life? i wished we did.” it was inexplicable, the difficulty you had beholding an enraged hyunjin, the skin curving around his knuckles and jaw as they tightened with every word he uttered, your heart tightening in kind. “i wanted to make heads roll, to end them for the disregard they paid my child, my family, my wife.” it starts to make sense now, his grinding teeth and red rimmed eyes. his late and sleepless nights. the nights hypnos granted him even a slither of reprieve were spent clinging to you, a cold sweat soaking the sheets, puzzling you beyond belief. it all makes sense. “the courts have filled me with doubt. they warned of foreign enemies who would hear of our heir, of our girl. that they would see her as a sign we are weak, that we are lesser.”

“but how can they speak in such a way? we are ahead of such things.”

“my love, you must see past the likes of lord kim and baron han. the rest of the men in my court are old, and stuck in old ways. our nation has not seen a queen on the throne since the likes of my widowed great, great grandmother.” his hands cup your face, bleary eyes blinking back the tears his heavy words summoned. “i love you, y/n. and i love her. all i want is for you both to be safe. but i live in constant fear that i cannot keep you safe with enemies outside our walls and evidently within.”

“hyunjin, my love,” he settles at the soft spoken call of his name, the loving address soothing his forlorn heart. “i will burn the court to the ground before they bring harm to my kin. or to you.” it is not unlike you to let your anger consume you. in fact, it is but a facet of what made him fall in love with you. what continues to bother him is the fact he was not the first to make such a bold promise. “my love?”

“fret not, my queen,” his nimble hands gather his daughter from her cot, his lips pulling in a soft grin as the child gargles, reaching up for him. “it is just, with my brains and your ferocity, i believe this hwang might be the greatest queen- no, ruler levanter has ever seen.”

“forgive me, my love,” the apology fills the space to his left, from where your temple rests on his shoulder, fingers toying with his undershirt. “but you do not suggest that this girl will be inheriting her brains from her father-”

“watch your mouth.”

“watch it for me.”

“careful,” he warns, dropping his lips to yours for a brief peck before withdrawing but an inch, “i might just give you that son you asked for.”

“careful, or i might just let you.” your rebuttal has him fanning your lips with a breathless chortle, urging you to rise to the tips of your toes and connect your lips to his once more. when you withdraw, he follows, resting his forehead on yours, smiling softly as your eyes meet. your voice is barely a whisper as you enquire, “what do we do now, my love?”

“now, i will handle the courts,” huffing, hyunjin places a kiss to the crown of his daughter’s head, smiling as he does. “i am afraid you will just have to handle everything else.” the regret in his words do not match the smirk on his lips, though he confesses, “i do not envy you, my love.” placing the baby in the cot once more, he pulls you into his chest, resting his cheek at the uppermost point on your head. “but i will keep you both safe. i put my life on it-”

“sire,” you warn, leaning up to kiss his neck. “your life is no longer yours to wager.”

“is that so?” hyunjin only grins at your assured affirmation. “my queen, is there anything that is mine in this kingdom?”

“me.” even after all these years, hyunjin is undone by you. from your matter of fact utterance, a breathless admission of submission to your glowy eyed gaze, eyes shining with pure adoration. “i belong to you.”

“you do?” he sighs when you nod, the small bounce of your head forcing his own head up and down. his eyes and hands slowly trail down your arms stilling at your fingers. slipping his digits between yours, he raises them to his pouted lips, slowly pressing each one with a kiss so soft and so sweet, you nearly jump as he speaks. “and these? do these belong to me?”

“yes, sire.”

“good,” he breathes, joy flashing behind his eyes. “and what about this?” he whispers against your lips, his plump lips tangling with your own. only after playing with your tongue, sucking on the muscle and swallowing your whines does he ask, “is this smart mouth of yours mine?”

“all yours.”

he nods in agreement, fingers gliding down the side of your neck, dusting over your chemise to cup you over your stay. only to find you bare. “were you that hastened to join me for tea?”

“no,” you laugh, hitting his chest as he pulls you closer, enjoying feeling your near bare chest on his. “i breastfeed.” you love your king. for as slow as he is, he is twice as loving. you watch realisation dawn on him not once but twice, a slight pout stealing his lips, exaggerated by their natural downturn. “what is it?”

“i just,” he stops, laughing to himself. “i just realised these-” he cups your tender breasts, thumb barely dusting the sore nubs. “-they’re no longer mine.”

“hyunjin!” his laughter picks up before it stills, the sleeping princess nearly awoken by the delight of her parents. “no, they’re on loan.”

“that’s fine.” he sighs, ducking his head to kiss the center of your chest. “i’ll wait.”

“i’m proud of you.”

“thank you,” your pride does not last long, as he lowers his hands to cup your ass and pull you flush against him. through your chemise and slip, you feel him. all of him. he deftly slips his tongue between your gasping lips, filling your mouth in ways that force your panties to dampen, the fabric soaking with every roll of his hardening cock to your aching slit. “but this is mine,” he reminds you, leaving no room for misunderstanding. “do you understand?”

“y-yes.”

“yes, who?”

“yes, your grace.”

“good. now, go get a nurse for the princess.” the king proclaims, emphasising his point with a firm slap to your ass as you almost sprint out of the room. as you return with the nanny, you feel your heart swell to almost double its size. you find hyunjin by your daughter’s basket, a soft lullaby floating in the air as he gathers her in his long, folded arms. you watch him pass her to the nanny, his fingers passing over her puffed up knuckle, in awe of her inherent daintiness. “sleep well, my dove.”

you fear he might have forgotten you as the two leave and he stares in quiet longing. you finally approach him as his sniffles begin. “hyunjin?”

“i have missed her.” he whines, wet eyes cast skyward, guilt staining his face. “i have been a terrible father-”

“no.” your scold has his gaze falling, his shining eyes searching your frowning face. “not terrible. never terrible. just a little distant.” you soften as he nods, understanding pouring into him as you craddle his face in your palms. “you know now.”

“yeah,” he agrees, leaning to press a wet kiss to your lips. “please forgive me, my love.”

“there’s nothing to forgive.” you hum against his pouting lips, moulding your mouth with his as you try and tear him from this spell of despair. “come sit,” you whisper, guiding him towards his original seat.

when he lowers into it and feels you lower in kind, though to the ground, he frowns deeply. “i-” he stalls as you palm him through his slack breeches, fingers gripping him through the fabric. he grinds up into your closing fist, eyes squeezing shut as you momentarily silence him. the peace is short lived as he moans, realising what you’ve done to him. “i wanted to pleasure you.”

“and you will,” you quickly assure him, smirking when his frown deepens. “once i pleasure you.”

“fine.” he concedes, crossing his arms as you unfasten his breeches. you glare at him through your lashes until he huffs, stiffly raising his hips to allow you room to lower his garments down his thighs. “is there anything else i can do for you, mrs hwang?”

“that is all.” you chortle, fanning the reddened, leaking head of his cock. the sound forces a smile on his face until your tongue glides against his glistening slit. he almost chokes when you gaze up at him suddenly, eyes full of too much love for one king to fathom. “you just relax, okay?”

he can barely make himself nod as he fills your sight with his lovesick smile. “i don’t deserve you.”

“i know.” you rise to your knees to swallow his retraction, enjoying the lurid way he melts under the touch of your lips and palm. you offer languid strokes up and down his length, thumbing at his slit as he practically dribbles down himself. “jinnie, you’re making a mess.”

“‘m sorry.” the whine isn’t worrisome, but rather his second admission of guilt. with a gentle shake of your head, you raise your unsoiled hand to his lips, smearing your mingled saliva across his chin.

“i like you messy,” you admit, watching his eyes glaze over at your confession. “you’re always so proper now. you were never like that.” you squeeze him tighter at his base as you speak, dragging up the length of his cock, forcing a mewl from his throat as he releases his bitten, spit slicked lip. “remember when you were still a prince, and i just a lady?” he nods dumbly, head rolled to the side as drool pools on the corner of his mouth. “you used to fuck me in the greenhouse as it rained on a starry night. and behind the guards’ stables. even in the old maid’s quarters-”

“tha-that’s because we couldn’t anywhere else.”

“true,” you tut, wiping his chin as he fucks up into your closed fist. “yet now the kingdom is yours, you only ever fuck me in the castle.”

“but i always fuck you well.” when you just smile his hips falter, brows knitting as you massage his tensed thigh. “say it.”

“say what?”

“that i always fuck you well.”

“you do fuck me well,” you knowingly half agree, pumping him in your tight fist before he grabs your wrist. only a few seconds pass but the small fire ignited by your defiance burns for an eternity. the warm embers blazed to a full village fire when you squeeze at his base, moving to restart your ministrations. hyunjin only scoffs, clicking his tongue with a soft shake of his head. “a king’s ego should not be so dependent on his queen-”

before you can finish, his fingers cling to the base of your neck, squeezing in a way that traps the words in your throat. he feels you swallow, his dark eyes watching how you struggle to breathe. it’s dizzying. the way he eyes you, flitting between your expanding chest and gasping mouth. he presses the back of his hand to your chin, tilting your lips toward his mouth as he leans in. “it seems my ego rests on the mocking words of my smart mouthed wife,” he whispers into your open mouth, sucking softly on your bottom lip. “so, my queen, mightn’t you humour me? tell me that which i desire to hear.”

“you-” he senses an unfitting retort on your tongue and tightens his grip, marvelling at the delicious way your eyes roll back. he only loosens when theu water, gleaming in pitiful surrender. “you always fuck me well.”

“like i will now.”

“li-like you will now.”

“good,” he grins, proud of your slow but gratifying progress. helping you stand, hyunjin gathers the hem of your chemise in his fists, hiking it up to your waist before placing the fabric in your waiting hands. he feels for your undergarments, fingers gliding along the soft skin of your belly, purposely missing the waistband of your panties. he watches your breathing change with every long second he teases you, missing your sex in obvious ways. when you whine he only tuts, watching a frown kiss your features. “it’s not nice to be kept waiting, is it?”

“no,” you mumble, jutting out a full blown pout. “please touch me, hyunjin.” you too can sense your lover’s utterances before they are ever fully realised. like now, when he smirks, knuckles dusting over your throbbing heat. “properly.”

your emphasis has him chortling, the sound delighting you in ways you cannot explain. how long had it been since you had him like this? warm and open, delighted by the trivialities of foreplay. excited by your pending coitus. it brings a sudden joy to your heart, and, to your husband at least, an inexplicable grin to your bitten lips.

“what tickles you, my love?”

“i just missed you.” you confess, not too dissimilar to his earlier realisation. “i want you happy always.”

“oh,” he breathes, finally pinching your panties and sliding them down past your ankles. “one can feel nothing but joy when you are near.”

“is that so?” you hum as he pulls you to his lap, his thumb dipping into your soaking cunt before slow dragging it along your swollen clit.

“it is so,” he affirms, offering soft pecks to the taut skin of your neck. “it’s why i married you.”

“really- oh,” words stick in your throat as he dips a lone finger in you, his thumb still circling as he presses against your walls. your lips find his in your daze, somehow still embarrassed by the awe with which he regards you. your hips roll against his cramped hand, chasing the beginnings of a tightening coil in the base of your belly. “you’re still infatuated with me?”

“always.” he removes himself without leaving your lips, swallowing your taunt as he guides you onto his awaiting cock. time stills for a moment as you adjust, brain whirring as you both realise the time that has passed since you had him like this. your throbbing walls clamped around his pulsing cock. the subtle tremor of his thighs as you sink onto him, buttocks resting in his waiting palms. he offers a gentle squeeze, one of comfort and question. “can you move?” you nod against his skin, damp forehead pressed to his as he guides your motions with gentle tilts of his wrists. his tongue slips into your mouth, readily lapping at your own as you wrap your arms around his neck. his hands rise to your hips in time, guiding you with a firmer grip, enjoying the slow rock of your hips on his aching cock. he feels you squeeze around him as he sucks on your tongue, his thighs shaking with a looming orgasm. he pulls you in closer, lifting you inches in the air before leaving your slippery lips. before you can even think to protest, hyunjin snaps up into you at a steady pace, enjoying the mewls he conjures from you.

“jinnie, i’m- i-”

“it’s okay,” he groans, on his own verge of release. “it’s okay, my love. let go.”

and you do. moments later you let go, loudly soiling his lap and favourite loveseat as he fucks into your soaking cunt. seconds later he follows you, head thrown back as he releases in you, fearful of nothing but the stained upholstery as he thanks the lord above that you are his wife.

“you owe me a new chair.” he says suddenly, still panting as you pepper soft kiss along his shoulder blade. “and new breeches.”

“it is you who is to blame, sire.” he watches with a raised brow as you rest on his knees. “you always fuck me so well, how could i help myself?”

“ah, right.” he folds when you laugh, the sound forcing his hands upward, along with the corners of his lips. “forgive me, my love.”

“i love you.” you whisper instead, settling against his chest as you both ignore the compromising position you’re in. “so much.”

“and i you,” he swears. “always.”

#don’t ask me what this is #switch!hyunjin #sub!hyunjin #dom!hyunjin #no one tell chan about this fic i still love him #hyunjin smut #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin angst #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #hyunjin #ncitygirls #stray kids au #skz au #skz smut #skz fluff #skz angst #skz hyunjin

[husbandohunter]

What they love about you (part 1) [Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: It was as if the universe had changed when they saw you.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti x female reader

Part 2 here

(A/n): Okay okay I know I have some requests yet I decided to write something super indulgent. I'M SORRY! This past week I've just been writing so much angst *looks at inbox* AND MORE ANGST TO COME I really need that dose of Vitamin F(luff) 😭

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Noctua's Heartbeat (Diluc)

For a man who had the whole world in the palm of his hand

With looks, fame and all the wealth he could demand

But what stole away his breath was something not to be bought

For it was merely the calming presence of your living and beating heart.

Your heart was a dignity born for empathy, so beautiful and magnificent with the kind of charm similar to white Cecilias blooming across Mondstadt's fields. Diluc would watch from afar, admiring their glow. It shines without reservation, blissfully unaware to a fault that he couldn't help but feel afraid knowing how the real world would simply pluck you from your roots and shape you in the way they wanted to. People who were tainted souls with tainted soles roaming from the shadows, constantly trampling on other's beliefs before leaving them to rot.

Ah but of course, Cecilias are wildflowers. No matter how many times they were stepped on, they could still withsand any force nature throws at them. Whether it'd be raging storms or scorching heat from the summer sky, you were the same through it all. Love. You were in love. You were in love with the wind, you were in love with people, you were in love with the world and everything that lives in it.

And so, Diluc wonders if that was the reason why everything suddenly began to shimmer.

He treaded on a path fated for loneliness while longing for the dawn to appear out of the night horizon-- where emotions once frozen until you came in to melt the ice. He blocked his heart but you tore down those walls. Diluc swore to never feel if it meant protecting himself and yet you held onto his shattered pieces tenderly, dearly, blowing the love of life and teaching it how to beat again.

Your heart was like a fountain of all the hopes he abandoned years ago and the dreams that no one had the courage to envision, cleansing everything within it's reach and freshening them anew. You were a being so in tune with your emotions that it sang through all that you did, laughing despite your obstacles and shedding tears when overjoyed, a single drop it was but still held the depth of the entire ocean. Diluc vows to protect you for your heartbeat was also his own. He'll gladly lay down his life because losing you deemed far worse than any death he could imagine.

~xx~

The other eye of Pavo Ocellus (Kaeya)

The knight's shining armour serves only as a disguise

When beauty from the surface is one's own demise

He used it to protect himself, decorating his words with pretty lies

But unmatched when facing against your truthful eyes.

They say the eye was an open window to a person's true colours. If that were the case then the painting inside him must have been an unsightly one.

Every once in a while the people of Mondstadt would speak about their Cavalry Captain's eyepatch, whether he was injured after being sent out on a mission or if he wears it for the sake of image. No one knows, it was rather unsettling, why someone would cover their eye despite not being injured. Secrets? Perhaps. Kaeya was known to be a man shrouded in mystery after all.

Your gaze was his Death After Noon. Sparkling upon the surface yet with the tasteful allure so captivating that it was almost dangerous. Just one glance and he was intoxicated, eventually leading to a slip of the tongue, revealing what was buried deep within his contaminated essence. Kaeya hated that you had the uncanny ability to see through his mask. Your innocence so contrasting, he felt like looking into a mirror, reminding just how much of an ugly person he truly was in comparison.

But mirrors are easy to break, no?

The thought delivers a sinister smile on his face. Pitiful-- is the state where you were. Pitiful-- it's what he is. How could he think of such things when all you offered was kindness? Unlike Kaeya, you were an honest person, always wearing your emotions on your sleeve and unaware of the devil's vicinity. He was tempted by the invite to crush you and run away like the coward he was meant to be. However as he stares deeply into your eyes he realized they weren't made of glass. They were gems. The most precious gems hardened by the pressures of experience.

In the shine of thine eyes resides the stars and the moon as if stolen from the Abyss, leading to the edges of the universe that was blessed within your mind. The look of curiosity filled with rich hues all held by a soulful stare while they pierced through the armour shaped around his heart. It was your ability to recognize beauty amongst the most wretched of things that he fell so hopelessly in love with you because for the first time someone had seen him-- his flaws and his faults, his abyss painted darker than black but loved him despite it all. As he drowns himself in the world of your gaze, Kaeya prays to never be the one who will steal away those stars or moon because they looked the most beautiful on you.

~xx~

The Winged Nemesis who flew towards the Sun (Xiao)

He looks at your face as if he saw spring for the first time

An unsual encounter, wondering how could something be so sublime

The yaksha stands upon the corpses while reaching for the sky

Seeing the sun in your smile that he wishes to fly

Xiao has dealt with the cards of death and won through many of it's games. But his life was a gamble as the karmic binds may one day bring the same fate that was done upon his comrades-- insanity, murder and corruption. So he swears an oath to his god and himself, ensuring the darkness only he could bear does not seep into the light.

A gust of wind sways in when you pass by, he was struck by pensive bewilderment because happiness was a feeling unknown to him. It was the expression you made whenever you greeted him good morning. The complexion you had while charging through life's challenges. And the face you wore even during the times where there was no reason to smile. Xiao has felt the might of the sun for her light will never be exstinguished by his darkness, he could only succumb to it.

But you were not just the sun, you were the flowers that bloomed beneath her heavenly sky and the birds that chirped upon those earth-like trees. You were a whole new world he didn't dare to touch because dreams were delicate and his cursed self would only devour them until nothing was left. Still, the mighty sun shines through it all, stretching out her rays like a welcoming embrace until the universe had been revitalized, giving birth to new life after winter's storm.

If pictures told a thousand words then he had a thousand reasons and more to love you. Xiao witnessed the sweetest joy decorated by pink petal blossoms dancing around him, the one who pulled him out of his spiraling trance of darkness. The breath he takes no longer felt suffocating and instead was replaced by the smell of nature's greatest gifts: you. Stay away, he says, because there were times where you shone so brightly that he had to look elsewhere. Your rays burned him and he thinks it might drill holes into his wings. Painful it may be but if the splendor of spring could only be admired after the harsh cold snow, then maybe pain and love were only two sides of the same coin.

A world without the sun--such unfathomable thoughts--is a death he does not wish to deal with.

~xx~

A song she sings for the God of Wind (Venti)

Man lives by the power of the tongue,

Whatever Man speaks is aligned with Man's choice.

Hearken when she talks for her words are to be sung,

Because not only was she lovely but so was her voice.

-Venti

There were many reasons why Venti loved music. The freedom to express oneself when words weren't enough, allowing one's spirit to flow out of their mouth and be with the wind. It was the feeling he had when he listened to you because your voice was sweeter than any song he sang or played.

When you speak it was as if the world around you danced, bringing them to the mercy of your stage. Like standing upon the soft grass while letting the sparks of dandelions dust against his own skin, Venti would close his eyes as he hears you speak-- it was you, just you and that was all he needed. He swears that no one in the world could sound as living as you did because it was the words you say that stole his heart away.

The vibration in your tone was fleshed with kindness yet so sure and firm to the point it could even bring a god to his knees. If he were a sailor then you were the siren, enchanting him with your bell-like voice and bringing him to a territory where he can never escape from. It was the spell of your divine song, his Carmen Dei, that tricked the trickster. Venti did not mind as long as he was able to feel the blessing amongst his ears.

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Name analysis of the Creel family

Virginia creel ( victor creed's wife)

The name Virgina is derived from the Roman myth of a father k*lling his daughter (Virginia) . And is mostly likely foreshadowing of what Mr Creel will do to Virginia and their daughter.

Victor creel

Is probably based off the xmen comic book character victor creed, who k*lled some of his family members. He also had the tradition of ab*sing family members on their bdays. I predicted possessed-Creel will parallel Lonnie. Lonnie made Jonathan cry on his bday & i predict he will visit Will on his bday (based on foreshadowing)- post here. It would make sense , especially given the fact St references the xmen every season. And so they may have used this xmen ref/name to establish a loose connection between possessed- Creel and Lonnie.

Alice creel (the daughter)

Her name is a tip off that the Creels are constructs of Will's psyche, brought to life-similar to the fantastical world/inhabitants of Alice & wonderland. Which was also referenced in s1.She even is blond similar to the titular Alice. Alice (in s4) is the one to discovers the “de*d “ rabbit. In the original story, Alice follows the white-rabbit , and this causes her to fall down the ‘rabbit hole’ which leads to wonderland. But our Alice finding the “dead “ rabbit indicates the DARK-wonderland they’re about to fall into (as the perfect image of the family starts to unravel) .  A “rabbit hole” is also defined as “ bizarre, confusing, or nonsensical situation or environment, typically one from which it is difficult to extricate oneself.” ESSENTIALLY WHAT THE CREEL’S WILL EXPERIENCE.

Hopper also  says his depression is like a “black hole” . And Will’s dark thoughts about his past could be the metaphorical “black/rabbit hole” that destroys the Creels.

We also have other rabbit refs.When El is running away from the "bad men" the song "white rabbit" (describing Alice and wonderland )plays. Later we see in Terry's room for El : the same white rabbit, from the story. And Billy (William) Hargrove paralleled/created by Will also has a connection to the rabbit. As the name Hargrove means “grove filled with rabbits”. And Max in s3 also has a rabbit figurine- similar to Terry’s. And Hopper- sounds a lot like “thumper”(the rabbit) which Jonathan references in relation to his father making him k*ll a rabbit. Even “hop” is a word we associate with bunnies. And in s3 Hopper makes an analogy to “rabbits”. So all these characters are associated with rabbits: the hunting story/alice and wonderland. Because they're similarly... constructs of Will's mind: that were brought to life. Similar to how Alice (subconsciously) created wonderland and it's inhabitants via her imagination. 

Creel

Is a type of basket used to TRAP sea life such as fish-to later consume and k*ll . A hint something sinister will happen to the Creels. Especially because in the show - water is a sinister element. The watery void, the tub, the isolation chamber where El first sees the demogorgan, Will's fake body in the quarry, Barb being attacked in a pool,and Heather being att*ked in the shower,etc . We also see while eating dinner - Alice has a dress with umbrellas on it . Indicating it’s probably raining outside (and something awful is about to happen). Again it was raining , when the flayed (Heather) knocked out her 2 family members at dinner. And we then see Alice (in the same umbrella dress) on the floor with her brother- as their most likely Flayed-father is looming over them. I’ve seen a lot of people mention the dinner-flayed parallels-such as @small-town-byers (but I don’t believe anyone has mentioned the correlation to Umbrellas/rain).

Son's name is unknown? (Speculation)

I honestly do wonder about this. He parallels Will (both are artists and wear flannel). And his sibling (like jonathan) sees a de*d rabbit. Is there a reason we don't know his name? Unlike everyone else else?

So far we already had Billy whose real name is William (parallel Will) . So will this boy’s name also be a nickname for William?When El is looking into Billy's memories (relating to his ab*sive father) the song playing is even called "William".

Will this boy's name be avoided - and he'll only called William (by his possessed father). once Will realizes that his father is - the real monster ?

Will he simply have another nickname for William not already used in the show (Bill and Billy have been used), so maybe : Liam?

Or perhaps Gill (it’s also a nickname for William) . And, it also correlates to  fish  (like a fish gill) . Similar to  the creel family  being a "trap" for k*lling and consuming fish.

Since the demogorgan (which in d&d is a demon called the "deep father") who is described multiple times in s1 as "eating" when k*lling. And the fact, in s1 we see the demogorgan eating his own eggs (aka: his own young/kids). The boy’s name, being a nickname for William and food/fish, and his surname being a fish trap (for fish heading to the sla*ghter)... would be very clever. Honestly, if the Creels were eating fish at this dinner too-before everything goes wrong (I’d lose it , over the symbolism).

It'd also be creepy, if Mr Creel normally calls him "Gill" (rhymes with Will) but calls him "William" when possessed/angry. And maybe they could make that a parallel between possessed-Creel and Lonnie. So if Lonnie is calm he calls him "Will “ but when he starts to get angry/or have sinister intentions: Lonnie calls him "William". It would give the context of playing the song "William" during the Billy's flashbacks of his father - a different context. Also would give Max saying "max , never Maxine" + Will in s3 calling Mike "Michael", a sort of dark foreshadowing...

But who knows his name could be a different reference entirely. XD

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