#I love his clothes and design ong

[randomshenaniganery]

TGCF Donghua

okay so I've been watching this shit since it was released and I'm fully enjoying waiting for the weekly episodes and I wanna rant about it because I love it so much but I do have some minor gripes

Bad chuchu out of the way first

I am not happy with how generic and unoriginal the designs for most of the supporting characters. Like yeah they still look somewhat different but when the pool of named characters will expand it will get harder and harder to tell people apart if they keep on going with this route. Almost everyone suffers from same face syndrome which I know is rampant in current anime I just wished they allowed for at least more dynamic silhouettes, hairstyles, and color palettes. It feels like a more toned down version of the character design in the manhua. Lang Qianqiu in the manhua is so easy to recognize because of his outfit and pei ming looks more like the bastard he is etc. Don't get me started on the design for Kemo, the manhua felt eh I feel like Kemo was too pretty and too slim but in the donghua its just he's a straight up orc idk, i feel like they could've done better. Pei Su looks very generic, I think out of everyone he's the most generic looking of them all. SQX, Ling Wen and Jun Wu are the best designs for the supporting cast and I think Banyue is also okay looking cause you can tell her apart from the rest so far.

I am super disappointed in Qi Rong's reveal because it doesn't feel as impactful in the book. In the book the reveal of him looking like Xie Lian was so dramatic to me I was like oh my god is that his brother? A twin? a doppelganger? And then Qi Rong just kinda looks like that, tbh his voice actor and his clothes are fine I think they fit. It's just weird how he suffers from same face syndrome. If they made everyone look less like each other making Qi Rong look like Xie Lian would have been so impactful and a really cool cliffhanger but they couldn't do that because even fucking Lang Qianqiu kinda looks like Xie Lian with lighter hair. Also the Fang xin design is alright on the clothes but the mask gives off a bit cheap however I get that it can't be super detailed and it still does its job so I can handwave that small pet peeve.

Also censorship we couldn't get Xie Lian falling on Hua Cheng's lap and so them trying to make up for that was super awkward LMAO, they could have solved this by making SQX fall right on Hua Cheng's chair so that they could justify why Xie Lian grabbed Hua Cheng and throws him but they didn't... and it's so awkward...

I think it was like Episode 2 of s2 that the animation feels weird, Mu Qing's face felt off to me idk what was going on it just felt like something went down but the next episode it was perfectly fine anyway.

Positives!!!

Something the manhua didn't have was Fu Yao and Nan Feng looking a bit like each other, that was so fucking funny and it's a great display of how much they hate each other and live rent free in each other's heads ong. I love that detail the donghua did I think that's smart.

The voice actors are so great in both dubs they're doing amazing (I haven't listened to the jp dub) I have no complaints I love their work

ONE of my favorite things about the donghua is being able to see Hua Cheng's expressions even when Xie Lian is doing something in the book so he wouldn't notice. I love seeing how pleased he is every time someone points out the intimacy with him and Xie Lian. Like in season 1 when Fu Yao is shocked/horrified that Xie Lian shared a bed with Hua Cheng, San Lang puts a hand on his chin and looks so fucking smug and happy. This happens a couple times in s2 as well someone will be like oh that's weird you're so like this with Hua Cheng and he becomes a smug cat it's great.

Another one I enjoy is during the beginning of the banyue arc when Xie Lian reveals to Fu Yao and Nan Feng that he's used to sleeping in squalor the camera goes to Nan Feng not revealing his face but clearly showing his guilt over what Xie Lian reveals. That's good shit.

Lan Chang picking a fight off screen, also cool, love seeing her. I like that she looks inconspicuous so for someone who doesn't know shit about tgcf they will not see *that* shit coming.

ALSO the men look kinda generic if they're not the mls but the girls are all gorgeous???? like the woman who was Hua Cheng's speaker, the girl who led Xie Lian further into the gambling den, XUAN JI, Banyue all the girls are unique without being so ostentatious and I love them. If you put them beside each other they all look like they're own thing but still on theme. From clothes, to hairstyle and colors it's easy to tell and that's good design. I also include SQX's female form cause she's gorgeous too.

The donghua I think adds to stuff I haven't read I'm not sure if this is because I have a bad memory but I don't recall reading a flashback of Lang Qianqiu and the failed robbery. But the message of that entire section was so fucking good. The way that what Lang Qianqiu said about 'maybe he shouldn't have intervened' and the sound effects UGh. It's so good, i love how the book tackles the morality of everything, breaking down Lang Qianqiu's firm positivity and believing in humanity but still promoting being kind and considerate through Xie Lian. This theme still carries on in the show and I think they're doing a great job.

GOD THE MUSIC in the donghua is so fucking good, I love it. The songs, the meanings, the beat it's all perfect I can't say anything more.

even though i'm disappointed in the character design choices the donghua is very solid, I love it a lot. It does come off as very expositiony sometimes but I think that's very prevalent in Chinese Wuxia and Xianxia. Probably weird for people who aren't used to the genre but to anyone who's seen something like it, it's not unbearable and it's kinda necessary because of how the book is written. Waiting for wednesday patiently whilst i draw huahua

There are so many fun details the Donghua adds that shows that they know the story and where it's going as well hinting at character stuff, it's so fun to spot those. Like Xie Lian's reaction to Hua Cheng biting the bun made me wanna claw my face that shit was good af.

#just many thoughts of how much i love the series #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #mxtx #donghua #tgcf donghua #hua cheng #xie lian

[mlwritersguild]

translate, lost, poetic, 💐

Not a Date, by @hanaasbananas

AO3; fluff and humor, romance, friendship, chance meetings, post break-up, getting back together, aged-up

Summary:

Nine years after Adrien and Marinette went their separate ways, they find their paths crossing again as adults. Deciding to catch up for old times sake, both are firm in their belief that it is not a date.

Or is it?

---

It was a miracle that she heard him at all.

Once, long ago, Marinette might have called it destiny. She might have gushed about how the universe had conspired to perfectly time a lull in the music blaring through her headphones with a turn down into a quieter side street, away from the bustling town centre. 

She had outgrown such fantasies now, of course. But whatever it was–fate, luck or even just sheer coincidence–the result was that Marinette turned when her name was called…

…and promptly dropped her phone.

Adrien caught it before it could hit the ground. Handing it back to her, he rocked back on his heels, laughing delightedly as she gaped at him. “It is you!” he exclaimed “I knew it! How have you been?”

Marinette blinked. “ Adrien?” 

He looked…gorgeous, as he always had, but somehow her ex-boyfriend had managed to become even more devastatingly handsome with age. Gone was the perfectly styled hair and the spotless designer clothes that had been such a staple of their teenage years. In their place, was a well worn cable knit jumper, and hair so unruly Marinette had to clench her hands into fists by her side, resisting the urge to run her fingers through it. 

More than that though, Adrien looked comfortable in his skin, his eyes bright and smile genuine. The sight was enough to make her heart flutter in her chest and Marinette was suddenly very glad for the cold air that masked the reason for her flushed cheeks. 

As she watched, mesmerised, Adrien impatiently pushed up the glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose, his lips moving even though…

Marinette frowned, realising belatedly that he was still talking.

“–ong are you in town? We should get coffee or lunch sometime, really catch up properly.”

“Oh!” Marinette’s voice was high and almost breathless. “Yes! Definitely! I’m actually moving back to Paris so I’m staying with Maman and Papa right now. You should totally swing by, they’d love to see you as well–” Stopping abruptly, she forced herself to stop babbling, inhaling deeply before continuing at a much more sedate pace.

“I’m free this weekend if you are? We can go to…go to–” she hesitated, remembering the café   where they had spent so much of their time when they were younger. Would he think that it was strange that she suggested the place? That she was still hung up on a relationship that ended almost a decade ago? Would he change his mind about catching up or–

“Our old place, right?” Adrien interjected, cutting through her spiralling thoughts as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. At her hesitant nod, he grinned, almost blinding her with its brightness.

 “That sounds great!”

---

“It’s not a date.” Adrien exclaimed. Glaring at Plagg in the mirror, he continued. “We’re just old friends, meeting for lunch. Friends do that all the time. I had lunch with Nino the other day too, and that wasn’t a date either. Just like this isn’t.”

“Sure,” Plagg drawled, rolling over on the bed of toilet paper he’d made for himself and eyeing Adrien derisively. “but Nino isn’t your ex. And you only spent about five minutes getting ready to see him. How long did it take you to choose your shirt today?”

“Right, that’s it–” 

Plagg cackled as Adrien shooed him out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. “You know I’m right!” 

Rolling his eyes fondly at his kwami, Adrien picked up his razor to carry on shaving–this time in blessed silence. Really it was no surprise that Plagg was going on and on about him meeting Marinette for lunch. He’d never understood why they’d broken up in the first place, no matter how many times Adrien had explained to him that it had been for the best. 

Maybe he might have felt differently if the relationship had imploded. If it had ended in devastation, with anger and shouting and resentment to taint all the happiness they had once shared. Instead, it had ended quietly, with no one to blame but circumstances beyond their control. 

For that, he would be forever grateful, because while unfortunate, it had given him warm memories to look back on on the days that he had felt particularly lost in London. In fact…taking out his wallet from his pocket, Adrien flipped it open and pulled out the small strip of photos he kept hidden behind a family photo with his cousin and aunt.

The strip was creased through the middle from where it had been folded and unfolded many times, the once sharp corners curling and peeling back with age. In the photos, they were in a photobooth that Marinette had dragged him into–one they’d found in a clothes shop–and she was laughing delightedly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he kissed her neck, her cheek and finally her mouth. Their cheeks were flushed as they beamed at the camera in the last photo, and Adrien couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips before he put the photo strip away once more. 

It wasn’t a date, no. But he couldn’t wait to see Marinette anyway.

He really had missed her.

---

“It’s not a date.”

Behind her, Tikki rifled through the box of mementos on Marinette’s desk. “Then why have you got all this old stuff out?” she asked innocently, doing a terrible job of hiding the laughter in her voice.

“I was just…” Marinette paused with her mascara wand halfway to her eye. “Reminiscing.”

“Reminiscing on your relationship. I still don’t know why you broke up, you know.”

“We grew up.” Marinette huffed exasperatedly. “Long distance was never going to work so we figured it was better to end things when it was still good, remember. Before we had the chance to grow apart, you know? Anyway I’ve always been sentimental. You know that.” 

That wasn’t technically a lie. Marinette was very sentimental, keeping ticket stubs and receipts and anything with a good memory attached to it. Adrien had always teased her about it back in the day–until the scrapbook of their relationship had become hefty enough to hurt when she swatted him with it. 

Truthfully, she hadn’t thought about the scrapbook for a long time. But after seeing Adrien again, the first thing Marinette had done when she got home was dig the old box out. She’d spent hours poring over the pages, trying to translate her old illegible handwriting and allowing old memories to wash over her like a familiar blanket. 

That’s all they were though. Memories. 

“I guess…” Tikki said doubtfully. “So it really is just a friend thing?”

Marinette nodded firmly. “ Yes.”   It didn’t matter that her heart fluttered every time she thought about seeing Adrien again, he hadn’t said anything to suggest that it was anything else, and she certainly wasn’t going to. “Now come on,” she said, turning to grab the box “let’s put that away.”

Picking the box up in one hand, and attempting to put the lid back on with the other, Marinette swore under her breath when it tipped out of her grasp, scattering the contents all over the floor. 

“Damn it!” glancing at the clock, she swore again, staring down at the mess in dismay. There was no time to tidy it all up, not if she wanted to be on time. 

Decision made, Marinette opened her purse for Tikki to slip inside and then stepped gingerly over the small bits of paper littering the floor, making sure to watch her every step. It would just be her luck to slip and fall now and she wasn’t taking any chances whatsoever.

She was halfway out the door when something bright caught her eye. Bending down to pick it up, Marinette laughed out loud as she looked at the crumpled red packet in her hand,  jelly rings emblazoned across the front telling her what the packet had once contained. 

They had been so innocent back then, thinking that ‘always’ wasn’t just a word but something to believe .

Unbidden, the memory of that day came to her.  She thought of Adrien kneeling in front of her and presenting her with a jelly ring, his eyes glittering with mirth. It had been a cloudy day, she remembered, the sun breaking through the clouds at just the right moment to make Adrien’s hair look like shimmering gold. His proposal had been filled with sweet puns, neither of them able to hold back their laughter even as he’d slid the jelly ring onto her finger and declared them engaged.

Marinette shook her head, dispelling the memory, though she wasn’t able to get rid of the warm feeling blooming in her chest. That was all in the past. A memory to look back on fondly and nothing more.

Unless…

No. Marinette dismissed the thought. She was just going to meet a friend. There was nothing romantic about it.

---

Plagg was never going to let him hear the end of this. 

He’d felt his kwami sniggering in his pocket the entire time that he was in the supermarket trying to find the right flowers, so when Adrien knocked him with his wallet when it was time to pay, it was only slightly unintentional. 

It was worth it though, to see the smile on Marinette’s face as he presented her with the bouquet of pink lilies. 

“You remembered?” she asked.

“How could I forget?” Adrien countered. Bumping her shoulder as they entered the café   together, he resisted the urge to take her hand, shoving his hand in his pocket instead. “Of course I remembered.” 

Marinette blinked. “..oh.” 

Tone it down, Agreste, Adrien chided himself mentally when Marinette turned around abruptly, her cheeks red. It’s not a date. Still, he found his eyes lingering a little on Marinette’s face, taking in her flushed cheeks and windswept hair. It was longer than it had ever been when they were together, cascading past her shoulders in a dark waterfall and as he watched, she pushed a strand out of her eyes impatiently, scanning the café for somewhere they could sit.

In the days leading up to their meeting, Adrien’s biggest worry had been that their conversation would be awkward and full of silences. That the ease they’d had around each other in the past was just that–a thing of the past. 

He needn’t have worried.

They talked for hours, slipping so effortlessly back into their old dynamic that Adrien almost wondered if the last nine years had been a strange dream. 

Eventually, when they couldn’t justify any more refills– when Adrien’s cheeks hurt from smiling for so long and Marinette couldn’t speak without dissolving into fits of giggles–they got up to leave, too wrapped up in each other to care about the irritated looks other patrons shot their way.

Outside, the cool evening air was a welcome relief from the warmth inside the café, though as the wind ruffled his hair Adrien noticed that the sky was heavy with clouds threatening rain. Beside him, Marinette shivered slightly and zipped up her coat. 

For a long moment, they simply gazed at each other, neither willing to look away or be the first to move in a different direction, to let their time together end. Adrien had thought it would be easy to say goodbye again, but before he could stop himself, he found himself asking-

“You’re at the bakery right? I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh!” Marinette said. “No, you don’t have t–”

“Marinette,” Adrien interrupted her, stifling a laugh at the way her mouth clicked shut. “I want to. C’mon.” Holding out his arm, he raised an eyebrow expectantly until Marinette–hesitantly–threaded her arm through his. A thrill ran through him at the contact and he bit his lip to hide his smile. “Let’s go.”

---

They were much more subdued as they walked, their conversation quieter. Between them, the knowledge that their time together was coming to an end weighed heavily on them the closer they got to the bakery.

It was strange, Marinette thought. How many times had they made this exact walk–shyly at first after their first date, and then more confidently as they learned to navigate the change from friendship to relationship . They’d both been so nervous –stealing glances at each other and blushing when they were caught but carrying on anyway. 

Marinette almost felt the same way now, as if she were a teenage girl again, giddy with joy at being on a date with her crush.

Adrien, on the other hand, didn’t seem nervous at all. But then, he’d always been good at hiding things. She remembered what an incorrigible flirt he’d been–especially when he was Chat Noir, but that had been a facade more often than not; a fragile mask put up to keep his distance from others. It had been a long, slow process to peel away the mask and expose the boy behind it, but Marinette would never regret it.

Not that she had reason to.

Because now… Adrien was so much more self assured. He carried himself with a confidence that only came with age, no longer afraid to hide his sincerity but embracing it instead.

As if sensing her gaze, Adrien looked down at her.  “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

Marinette shook her head. “Don’t waste your money, they aren’t as interesting as you’d think.”

“Oh I think I’ll be the judge of that .” Adrien grinned and her breath caught at the teasing glint in his eye. 

It seemed like some things never changed. 

“Wellll…” Marinette drew out the word, looking down at the ground. Scuffing the toe of her boot on the ground she shrugged. “I was just thinking about how much we’ve changed.”

“For the better, I assume?”

“Well I know I have,” Marinette said jokingly, “but I’ve been trying to come up with a way to bring it up nicely all evening and there isn’t a way, really– you’ve become quite insufferable since we last saw each other.”

“Ah,” Adrien sighed. “That’ll be Félix’s influence, I’m afraid.��

She sniffed in mock derision. “Yes, I thought so. I–” Marinette’s lip wobbled when she looked up at Adrien, struggling to hold back her laughter at the sight of his solemn expression. “I–”

Adrien was snickering to himself now too, and Marinette clapped a hand over her mouth just as a loud guffaw escaped her mouth and echoed around them in the quiet street.

“Oh my god.” 

“What?”

“ Oh my god.” Marinette marched ahead of Adrien, her cheeks burning with mortification. Hearing him catch up behind her she sped up, calling over her shoulder. “You didn’t hear that. You did not hear that.”

“I totally did,” Adrien’s voice rumbled with laughter. “ Stop,” he grasped her by the wrist. “ It was cute!”

Marinette whirled around, incredulous. “It was not!”  

Adrien was grinning at her. “It was adorable.”

“Shut up.”

“Not until you admit it.”

“I will admit nothing.” Marinette snapped, though she felt her embarrassment fade a little–replaced by a warmth in her chest– at the fondness in his expression,  “change the subject.”

“Alright.” Adrien pretended to think for a moment. “Tell me what you were really thinking earlier.”

“Wh–I did!”

Adrien shot her a look that said come on, now , his eyebrows raised. Well. She did ask for it.

“I’d just been thinking, you know,” she began slowly, as they carried on walking side by side again.  “I know we didn’t want to break up, back then before you went to London, but…I’m glad we did. It did you good, I think.” Seeing his surprised expression, Marinette hurried on, practically tripping over her words. “Unless living with your aunt and cousin really sucked and  was a terrible experience and–”

“No,” Adrien cut in before she could spiral into a tangent. “You’re right. It was the right thing to do…at the time.”

At the time . Marinette’s breath caught at the words. What could he mean, at the time ? Without really meaning to, Marinette found herself turning to him and asking, almost in a whisper:

“And now?”

“And now…” Adrien echoed her. Scratching behind his ear nervously he stepped forward and reached out to her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Adrien’s fingers lingered for a split second–just enough for her to feel the warmth against her skin–before dropping to his side. “Let’s just uh…” he hesitated. “Let's just say I’m glad to be back.”

“I–” 

“We’re here,” Adrien said softly, nodding to something behind her,  and with a start Marinette realised that they were standing at her doorstep. Warm light from the bakery spilled out into the street, illuminating Adrien's face and Marinette was reminded once again of the countless other times he had walked her home before. 

And what had come after.

“Oh.” Marinette exhaled the word. “Well, um…thanks for walking me,” glancing up at the overcast sky she said just as a fat raindrop landed on her forehead, she laughed. “I was gonna say you should hurry before it starts raining but…do you want to come inside and wait it out instead?”

“No, it’s fine,” Adrien shook his head quickly. “I should be able to make it back before it really gets going.”

“Okay!” Marinette tried to hide her disappointment “yeah okay if you’re sure. Um.” Before she could stop herself, she strode forwards, enveloping Adrien in a hug.  She had to reach up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his shoulder as he held her around the waist.

It wasn’t a date. She knew now that a part of her had wanted it to be, but she would content herself with this hug instead, and the time they had spent together. It was more than enough.

Pulling away, Marinette smiled up at Adrien who looked down at her, his green eyes blown wide with surprise. “I’ll see you soon.” She smiled ruefully, pecking him on the cheek. “Let’s not leave it as long this time.”

---

Adrien made it halfway down the street before he turned around.

What am I doing? He asked himself. His cheek was still tingling from Marinette’s kiss, and he could feel her gaze, watching him still from the front step of the bakery. 

What am I doing? The voice in his head repeated, louder this time and Adrien had no answer for it except to turn on his heel and walk–no, run back down the street.

The rain was coming down in earnest now, soaking him through in seconds, plastering his hair onto his face. Adrien squinted as he ran, struggling to see through the rain lashing down. Twice, he stepped in an unexpectedly large puddle and found himself with trousers plastered uncomfortably to his legs.

As he approached, he saw Marinette turn to enter the bakery and went faster, ignoring the squelch of his shoes.

“Marinette!” Adrien called out loudly, just as she began to close the door behind her. She turned in surprise.

“Adrien! Wh–”

He came to a stop in front of her, breathing heavily. “Marinette,” he said again, quietly. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Yes,” she whispered.

Adrien grinned. Surging forward to cup her face in his hands, he captured her mouth in a kiss. It was familiar and unfamiliar all at once as her hands flew to his neck, pulling him closer and Adrien felt her lips curve in a smile against his. He hadn’t realised just how much he’d missed this, how much he’d forgotten until he was forcibly reminded–what a fool, to think that this could have ever been anything but a date!

As the rain poured down on them, she set his body ablaze with her touch, fingers tugging at his hair as they kissed and kissed and kissed as if making up for lost time.

How poetic, he thought, distantly, in the part of his brain that was still capable of it. Our first kiss was in the rain too.

#ml writers guild #february event 2023 #hanaasbananas #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fic #mlb #adrienette #adrinette #adrien agreste x marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #prpr #lovesquare #love square #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

[khuzena]

What I think the valorant protocol will get you on/after a date ◕‿◕ part 1

Valorant protocol x agent reader

This has been on my mind for 3 days and the urge to just write it all, it might be ooc but this shit was fun to make.

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Fade: After the date, when you guys both get home our turkish cat lady will definitely gift you a cat keychain but if you wanna be extreme, and if she's so inlove with you then she'd definitely take out a cat she was hiding in her bag when you guys were on the date(that will be your cat baby that you both will raise forever)

Neon: While you guys were walking home, she sees some street food vendor and gets you your favorite street-food snack and just watches you munch on the food while she watches you with a loving look.

Chamber: We probably expected this one, you guys were in his car in the parking lot(because y'all ate at a really fancy resto) and then he pulls out a shopping bag filled with your favorite designer brands, clothes and anything you told him once that you wanted that he could get you. And bro probably added 50k$ on your bank account as a 'goodnight baby see you tomorrow' gift

Skye: you guys were having a date at some museum or zoo and when you guys were like eating infront of a food stall, she probably surprised you with a wood-carve sculpture of your favorite animal and definitely gave you a protein shake too.

Yoru: As much as I love this goofy man I can't think of anything other than like, the two of you were at an arcade and you saw this cute plushy at a claw machine but you couldn't get it; yoru notices it and after the date he surprises you with the plushy and says something very tsundere shit. Or maybe just an omamori charm and takes you out to a ramen house.

Astra: this is going to be too ooc since I can't think of anything else but she probably gave you like homemade beads(i searched up ghana souvenirs dont attack me) but she gave it a twist and put glitters that resemble like a galaxy when you guys where on a themepark date. Or maybe just a kaleidoscope 'cause I hc that she finds kaleidoscopes very fascinating and wants to give you one too.

Phoenix: You might be wondering of smth already but i wanna be a little shit and say he'd give you like a bouquet of flowers with some cadbury chocolate (i know very specific) and would sing you a song he wrote after some sappy movie you guys just watched at home. (The song was cringe but its the thought that counts)

Raze: It took me 10 minutes to think of the gift but she'd definitely buy you guys some matching outfits and cook mexican food and let you kinda paint her little bomb robot as bonding time.

Brimstone: Dont attack me im literally brainrotting and cant think of anything for him but yes i think he gave you a custom couple mug and the picture is like some art of you two and some wine you like. (THAT WAS CRINGE AND OOC BUT I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE..)

Jett: This was easy but I couldn't decide on anything because there were too many options, but you and jett were on a date at a coffee shop and while you guys were there; earlier that day you both passed by a korean store and she got you a traditional korean silk handfan and tteok(rice cakes). But if she found out you liked kpop she'll def buy you an album of your fav kpop band.

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OKOK I KNOW ITS OOC BUT I REALLY DONT HAVE ANY IDEA FOR OTHER CHARACTERS 😞😞😞 BUT I ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONG SO SORRY

-zen

#valorant fluff #valorant x reader #valorant imagines #valorant headcanons #valorant fade #fade x reader #chamber x reader #neon x reader #skye x reader #yoru x reader #yoru valorant #astra x reader #phoenix x reader #valorant phoenix #raze x reader #valorant brimstone #jett x reader #valorant jett

[hanaasbananas]

Not a Date

Summary:

nine years after Adrien and Marinette went their separate ways, they find their paths crossing again as adults. Deciding to catch up for old times sake, both are firm in their belief that it is not a date.

Or is it?

written for the @mlwritersguild February 2023 event. Prompts: "lost", "translate", "poetic", and the bouquet emoji 💐

AO3

It was a miracle that she heard him at all.

Once, long ago, Marinette might have called it destiny. She might have gushed about how the universe had conspired to perfectly time a lull in the music blaring through her headphones with a turn down into a quieter side street, away from the bustling town centre. 

She had outgrown such fantasies now, of course. But whatever it was–fate, luck or even just sheer coincidence–the result was that Marinette turned when her name was called…

…and promptly dropped her phone.

Adrien caught it before it could hit the ground. Handing it back to her, he rocked back on his heels, laughing delightedly as she gaped at him. “It is you!” he exclaimed “I knew it! How have you been?”

Marinette blinked. “ Adrien?” 

He looked…gorgeous, as he always had, but somehow her ex-boyfriend had managed to become even more devastatingly handsome with age. Gone was the perfectly styled hair and the spotless designer clothes that had been such a staple of their teenage years. In their place, was a well worn cable knit jumper, and hair so unruly Marinette had to clench her hands into fists by her side, resisting the urge to run her fingers through it. 

More than that though, Adrien looked comfortable in his skin, his eyes bright and smile genuine. The sight was enough to make her heart flutter in her chest and Marinette was suddenly very glad for the cold air that masked the reason for her flushed cheeks. 

As she watched, mesmerised, Adrien impatiently pushed up the glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose, his lips moving even though…

Marinette frowned, realising belatedly that he was still talking.

“–ong are you in town? We should get coffee or lunch sometime, really catch up properly.”

“Oh!” Marinette’s voice was high and almost breathless. “Yes! Definitely! I’m actually moving back to Paris so I’m staying with Maman and Papa right now. You should totally swing by, they’d love to see you as well–” Stopping abruptly, she forced herself to stop babbling, inhaling deeply before continuing at a much more sedate pace.

“I’m free this weekend if you are? We can go to…go to–” she hesitated, remembering the café   where they had spent so much of their time when they were younger. Would he think that it was strange that she suggested the place? That she was still hung up on a relationship that ended almost a decade ago? Would he change his mind about catching up or–

“Our old place, right?” Adrien interjected, cutting through her spiralling thoughts as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. At her hesitant nod, he grinned, almost blinding her with its brightness.

 “That sounds great!”

*

“It’s not a date.” Adrien exclaimed. Glaring at Plagg in the mirror, he continued. “We’re just old friends, meeting for lunch. Friends do that all the time. I had lunch with Nino the other day too, and that wasn’t a date either. Just like this isn’t.”

“Sure,” Plagg drawled, rolling over on the bed of toilet paper he’d made for himself and eyeing Adrien derisively. “but Nino isn’t your ex. And you only spent about five minutes getting ready to see him. How long did it take you to choose your shirt today?”

“Right, that’s it–” 

Plagg cackled as Adrien shooed him out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. “You know I’m right!” 

Rolling his eyes fondly at his kwami, Adrien picked up his razor to carry on shaving–this time in blessed silence. Really it was no surprise that Plagg was going on and on about him meeting Marinette for lunch. He’d never understood why they’d broken up in the first place, no matter how many times Adrien had explained to him that it had been for the best. 

Maybe he might have felt differently if the relationship had imploded. If it had ended in devastation, with anger and shouting and resentment to taint all the happiness they had once shared. Instead, it had ended quietly, with no one to blame but circumstances beyond their control. 

For that, he would be forever grateful, because while unfortunate, it had given him warm memories to look back on on the days that he had felt particularly lost in London. In fact…taking out his wallet from his pocket, Adrien flipped it open and pulled out the small strip of photos he kept hidden behind a family photo with his cousin and aunt.

The strip was creased through the middle from where it had been folded and unfolded many times, the once sharp corners curling and peeling back with age. In the photos, they were in a photobooth that Marinette had dragged him into–one they’d found in a clothes shop–and she was laughing delightedly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he kissed her neck, her cheek and finally her mouth. Their cheeks were flushed as they beamed at the camera in the last photo, and Adrien couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips before he put the photo strip away once more. 

It wasn’t a date, no. But he couldn’t wait to see Marinette anyway.

He really had missed her.

*

“It’s not a date.”

Behind her, Tikki rifled through the box of mementos on Marinette’s desk. “Then why have you got all this old stuff out?” she asked innocently, doing a terrible job of hiding the laughter in her voice.

“I was just…” Marinette paused with her mascara wand halfway to her eye. “Reminiscing.”

“Reminiscing on your relationship. I still don’t know why you broke up, you know.”

“We grew up.” Marinette huffed exasperatedly. “Long distance was never going to work so we figured it was better to end things when it was still good, remember. Before we had the chance to grow apart, you know? Anyway I’ve always been sentimental. You know that.” 

That wasn’t technically a lie. Marinette was very sentimental, keeping ticket stubs and receipts and anything with a good memory attached to it. Adrien had always teased her about it back in the day–until the scrapbook of their relationship had become hefty enough to hurt when she swatted him with it. 

Truthfully, she hadn’t thought about the scrapbook for a long time. But after seeing Adrien again, the first thing Marinette had done when she got home was dig the old box out. She’d spent hours poring over the pages, trying to translate her old illegible handwriting and allowing old memories to wash over her like a familiar blanket. 

That’s all they were though. Memories. 

“I guess…” Tikki said doubtfully. “So it really is just a friend thing?”

Marinette nodded firmly. “ Yes.”   It didn’t matter that her heart fluttered every time she thought about seeing Adrien again, he hadn’t said anything to suggest that it was anything else, and she certainly wasn’t going to. “Now come on,” she said, turning to grab the box “let’s put that away.”

Picking the box up in one hand, and attempting to put the lid back on with the other, Marinette swore under her breath when it tipped out of her grasp, scattering the contents all over the floor. 

“Damn it!” glancing at the clock, she swore again, staring down at the mess in dismay. There was no time to tidy it all up, not if she wanted to be on time. 

Decision made, Marinette opened her purse for Tikki to slip inside and then stepped gingerly over the small bits of paper littering the floor, making sure to watch her every step. It would just be her luck to slip and fall now and she wasn’t taking any chances whatsoever.

She was halfway out the door when something bright caught her eye. Bending down to pick it up, Marinette laughed out loud as she looked at the crumpled red packet in her hand,  jelly rings emblazoned across the front telling her what the packet had once contained. 

They had been so innocent back then, thinking that ‘always’ wasn’t just a word but something to believe .

Unbidden, the memory of that day came to her.  She thought of Adrien kneeling in front of her and presenting her with a jelly ring, his eyes glittering with mirth. It had been a cloudy day, she remembered, the sun breaking through the clouds at just the right moment to make Adrien’s hair look like shimmering gold. His proposal had been filled with sweet puns, neither of them able to hold back their laughter even as he’d slid the jelly ring onto her finger and declared them engaged.

Marinette shook her head, dispelling the memory, though she wasn’t able to get rid of the warm feeling blooming in her chest. That was all in the past. A memory to look back on fondly and nothing more.

Unless…

No. Marinette dismissed the thought. She was just going to meet a friend. There was nothing romantic about it.

*

Plagg was never going to let him hear the end of this. 

He’d felt his kwami sniggering in his pocket the entire time that he was in the supermarket trying to find the right flowers, so when Adrien knocked him with his wallet when it was time to pay, it was only slightly unintentional. 

It was worth it though, to see the smile on Marinette’s face as he presented her with the bouquet of pink lilies. 

“You remembered?” she asked.

“How could I forget?” Adrien countered. Bumping her shoulder as they entered the café   together, he resisted the urge to take her hand, shoving his hand in his pocket instead. “Of course I remembered.” 

Marinette blinked. “..oh.” 

Tone it down, Agreste, Adrien chided himself mentally when Marinette turned around abruptly, her cheeks red. It’s not a date. Still, he found his eyes lingering a little on Marinette’s face, taking in her flushed cheeks and windswept hair. It was longer than it had ever been when they were together, cascading past her shoulders in a dark waterfall and as he watched, she pushed a strand out of her eyes impatiently, scanning the café for somewhere they could sit.

In the days leading up to their meeting, Adrien’s biggest worry had been that their conversation would be awkward and full of silences. That the ease they’d had around each other in the past was just that–a thing of the past. 

He needn’t have worried.

They talked for hours, slipping so effortlessly back into their old dynamic that Adrien almost wondered if the last nine years had been a strange dream. 

Eventually, when they couldn’t justify any more refills– when Adrien’s cheeks hurt from smiling for so long and Marinette couldn’t speak without dissolving into fits of giggles–they got up to leave, too wrapped up in each other to care about the irritated looks other patrons shot their way.

Outside, the cool evening air was a welcome relief from the warmth inside the café, though as the wind ruffled his hair Adrien noticed that the sky was heavy with clouds threatening rain. Beside him, Marinette shivered slightly and zipped up her coat. 

For a long moment, they simply gazed at each other, neither willing to look away or be the first to move in a different direction, to let their time together end. Adrien had thought it would be easy to say goodbye again, but before he could stop himself, he found himself asking-

“You’re at the bakery right? I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh!” Marinette said. “No, you don’t have t–”

“Marinette,” Adrien interrupted her, stifling a laugh at the way her mouth clicked shut. “I want to. C’mon.” Holding out his arm, he raised an eyebrow expectantly until Marinette–hesitantly–threaded her arm through his. A thrill ran through him at the contact and he bit his lip to hide his smile. “Let’s go.”

*

They were much more subdued as they walked, their conversation quieter. Between them, the knowledge that their time together was coming to an end weighed heavily on them the closer they got to the bakery.

It was strange, Marinette thought. How many times had they made this exact walk–shyly at first after their first date, and then more confidently as they learned to navigate the change from friendship to relationship . They’d both been so nervous –stealing glances at each other and blushing when they were caught but carrying on anyway. 

Marinette almost felt the same way now, as if she were a teenage girl again, giddy with joy at being on a date with her crush.

Adrien, on the other hand, didn’t seem nervous at all. But then, he’d always been good at hiding things. She remembered what an incorrigible flirt he’d been–especially when he was Chat Noir, but that had been a facade more often than not; a fragile mask put up to keep his distance from others. It had been a long, slow process to peel away the mask and expose the boy behind it, but Marinette would never regret it.

Not that she had reason to.

Because now… Adrien was so much more self assured. He carried himself with a confidence that only came with age, no longer afraid to hide his sincerity but embracing it instead.

As if sensing her gaze, Adrien looked down at her.  “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

Marinette shook her head. “Don’t waste your money, they aren’t as interesting as you’d think.”

“Oh I think I’ll be the judge of that .” Adrien grinned and her breath caught at the teasing glint in his eye. 

It seemed like some things never changed. 

“Wellll…” Marinette drew out the word, looking down at the ground. Scuffing the toe of her boot on the ground she shrugged. “I was just thinking about how much we’ve changed.”

“For the better, I assume?”

“Well I know I have,” Marinette said jokingly, “but I’ve been trying to come up with a way to bring it up nicely all evening and there isn’t a way, really– you’ve become quite insufferable since we last saw each other.”

“Ah,” Adrien sighed. “That’ll be Félix’s influence, I’m afraid.”

She sniffed in mock derision. “Yes, I thought so. I–” Marinette’s lip wobbled when she looked up at Adrien, struggling to hold back her laughter at the sight of his solemn expression. “I–”

Adrien was snickering to himself now too, and Marinette clapped a hand over her mouth just as a loud guffaw escaped her mouth and echoed around them in the quiet street.

“Oh my god.” 

“What?”

“ Oh my god.” Marinette marched ahead of Adrien, her cheeks burning with mortification. Hearing him catch up behind her she sped up, calling over her shoulder. “You didn’t hear that. You did not hear that.”

“I totally did,” Adrien’s voice rumbled with laughter. “ Stop,” he grasped her by the wrist. “ It was cute!”

Marinette whirled around, incredulous. “It was not!”  

Adrien was grinning at her. “It was adorable.”

“Shut up.”

“Not until you admit it.”

“I will admit nothing.” Marinette snapped, though she felt her embarrassment fade a little–replaced by a warmth in her chest– at the fondness in his expression,  “change the subject.”

“Alright.” Adrien pretended to think for a moment. “Tell me what you were really thinking earlier.”

“Wh–I did!”

Adrien shot her a look that said come on, now , his eyebrows raised. Well. She did ask for it.

“I’d just been thinking, you know,” she began slowly, as they carried on walking side by side again.  “I know we didn’t want to break up, back then before you went to London, but…I’m glad we did. It did you good, I think.” Seeing his surprised expression, Marinette hurried on, practically tripping over her words. “Unless living with your aunt and cousin really sucked and  was a terrible experience and–”

“No,” Adrien cut in before she could spiral into a tangent. “You’re right. It was the right thing to do…at the time.”

At the time . Marinette’s breath caught at the words. What could he mean, at the time ? Without really meaning to, Marinette found herself turning to him and asking, almost in a whisper:

“And now?”

“And now…” Adrien echoed her. Scratching behind his ear nervously he stepped forward and reached out to her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Adrien’s fingers lingered for a split second–just enough for her to feel the warmth against her skin–before dropping to his side. “Let’s just uh…” he hesitated. “Let's just say I’m glad to be back.”

“I–” 

“We’re here,” Adrien said softly, nodding to something behind her,  and with a start Marinette realised that they were standing at her doorstep. Warm light from the bakery spilled out into the street, illuminating Adrien's face and Marinette was reminded once again of the countless other times he had walked her home before. 

And what had come after.

“Oh.” Marinette exhaled the word. “Well, um…thanks for walking me,” glancing up at the overcast sky she said just as a fat raindrop landed on her forehead, she laughed. “I was gonna say you should hurry before it starts raining but…do you want to come inside and wait it out instead?”

“No, it’s fine,” Adrien shook his head quickly. “I should be able to make it back before it really gets going.”

“Okay!” Marinette tried to hide her disappointment “yeah okay if you’re sure. Um.” Before she could stop herself, she strode forwards, enveloping Adrien in a hug.  She had to reach up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his shoulder as he held her around the waist.

It wasn’t a date. She knew now that a part of her had wanted it to be, but she would content herself with this hug instead, and the time they had spent together. It was more than enough.

Pulling away, Marinette smiled up at Adrien who looked down at her, his green eyes blown wide with surprise. “I’ll see you soon.” She smiled ruefully, pecking him on the cheek. “Let’s not leave it as long this time.”

*

Adrien made it halfway down the street before he turned around.

What am I doing? He asked himself. His cheek was still tingling from Marinette’s kiss, and he could feel her gaze, watching him still from the front step of the bakery. 

What am I doing? The voice in his head repeated, louder this time and Adrien had no answer for it except to turn on his heel and walk–no, run back down the street.

The rain was coming down in earnest now, soaking him through in seconds, plastering his hair onto his face. Adrien squinted as he ran, struggling to see through the rain lashing down. Twice, he stepped in an unexpectedly large puddle and found himself with trousers plastered uncomfortably to his legs.

As he approached, he saw Marinette turn to enter the bakery and went faster, ignoring the squelch of his shoes.

“Marinette!” Adrien called out loudly, just as she began to close the door behind her. She turned in surprise.

“Adrien! Wh–”

He came to a stop in front of her, breathing heavily. “Marinette,” he said again, quietly. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Yes,” she whispered.

Adrien grinned. Surging forward to cup her face in his hands, he captured her mouth in a kiss. It was familiar and unfamiliar all at once as her hands flew to his neck, pulling him closer and Adrien felt her lips curve in a smile against his. He hadn’t realised just how much he’d missed this, how much he’d forgotten until he was forcibly reminded–what a fool, to think that this could have ever been anything but a date!

As the rain poured down on them, she set his body ablaze with her touch, fingers tugging at his hair as they kissed and kissed and kissed as if making up for lost time.

How poetic, he thought, distantly, in the part of his brain that was still capable of it. Our first kiss was in the rain too.

#banana writes 🍌 #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #ml fanfic #my writing #ml writers guild

[what-breaks-my-heart]

I was tagged by @its-chelisey-stuff (WE LITERALLY JUST KNEW EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF MORE THAN FRIENDS)

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? I don’t have a hairbrush but I have a comb 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

2. Name a food you never eat. Seafood because of allergies. I can eat fish and crabs though. Basically anything that stores sea water (apart from fish).

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? IT’S ALWAYS TOO HOT HERE. I miss the UK where I can just layer up if it gets too cold.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I just woke up 😂😂

5. What’s your favourite candy bar? Are there candy bars which are not chocolate???

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Does esports count? I went to Kuala Lumpur DotA 2 Major in 2018. Otherwise, I didn’t go to any.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? “I’m printing it!”

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Strawberry. Life is already bitter as is.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Tea. I just had breakfast.

10. Do you like your wallet? Indifferent.

11. What was the last thing you ate? Fried rice. Not Uncle Roger’s style because I am not Chinese.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Big fat nope.

13. What was the last sporting event you watched? DotA 2 online tournament. I have a team I have been supporting since I started watching it in 2015 and their game started really late last night (time zone thing)

14. What is your favourite flavor of popcorn? Just the plain one.

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to? I texted my friend (whom I managed to make him watch his first kdrama) from school to prepare a box of tissue before watching episode 15 of More than Friends.

16. Ever been camping? Camping was an annual thing back in my primary school.

17. Do you take vitamins? I don’t go out under the sun, if that’s what you mean. But no, I don’t take supplements because I am too lazy.

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? Not since the pandemic.

19. Do you have a tan? At this rate, I call it sunburn. But I haven’t gone out much (apart from going to work as and when needed, groceries, and taking my car for a spin) since the pandemic so the tan line is becoming fader.

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? Pineapple on pizza. Sue me!

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? I pour it into a glass and drink it like a champ. But I also try to reduce single-use plastics in my daily life.

22. What colour of socks do you usually wear? Black is always the safe option (yes it tells a lot about my personality huh)

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Yes, but only where the speed limit is stupidly too low. Otherwise, I rarely drive above 100 km/h.

24. What terrifies you? The list is too long, it should probably be a separate post. I project my issues on the shows that I watch so every now and then you would see me analysing characters or incidents while projecting my issues.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? A broken mirror (in my bedroom), just the perfect metaphor for my twisted perspectives in life.

26. What chore do you hate most? Scrubbing the toilet.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Please talk slowly so I can understand you (also applicable to any other languages tbh).

28. What’s your favorite soda? Carbonated lemonade.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? I prefer hitting the Drive Thru so I can eat my food in front of my laptop in peace.

30. What’s your favourite number? 3 and its first 3 multiples

31. Who was the last person you talked to? My brother, when I passed him the printed material he asked me to print early in the morning for his chess coaching session (he’s a chess coach, yes).

32. Favourite meat? Chicken, because it’s the easiest to be eaten.

33. Last song you listened to? Late Regret by Ong Seong Wu (More than Friends OST). I even listened to the 1-hour loop on YouTube while editing my screencaps last night. And it took longer than the editing process so I also listened to the video with hangul and English lyrics afterwards. I am more comfortable with hangul than the romanisation so I guess my pathetic Korean lessons paid off.

34. Last book you read? I can’t even remember the last time I read a book. Probably mid last year?

35. Favourite day of the week? Saturday.

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Haven’t tried 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

37. How do you like your coffee? Latte. But I am not a coffee drinker and only started drinking occasionally this year due to the amount of work I had to put in during the first half of this year (yes, even during the pandemic)

38. Favourite pair of shoes? I only have 2 pairs of shoes to even have any favourite. 1 pair for work and another for casual wear.

39. Time you normally get up? Half past 6 if I have to go to the office. Otherwise, I’ll wake up for morning prayer and continue sleeping until half an hour before I have to clock in. On weekends, I continue sleeping until closer to 10 o’clock. If I stayed up the night, probably closer to noon.

40. Which do you prefer, sunrise or sunset? Sunset all the way, because it’s the beginning of my favourite time of the day. Yes, I’m a vampire who loves the night. I also love necks

41. How many blankets on your bed? One and only. It’s too hot to wear even a thin blanket but it gets cold around 3 am so I have to be prepared.

42. Describe your kitchen plates. I like the design of Portmeirion table set from the early 2000s.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment. It’s not photography material, but it’s not dirty or messy or anything.

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? I don’t drink.

45. Do you play cards? No. I don’t play anything that requires other people to join me (yes, I am a lone ranger).

46. What colour is your car? The Nissan partner and distributor in my country calls it Dark Metal Grey. It does look nice.

47. Can you change a tire? I can, but I wouldn’t. With free towing service, why should I bother?

48. Your favourite state or province? I was practically born and raised here so I cannot pick a favourite.

49. Favourite job you’ve had? I would say my previous job, because our team had a fantastic working relationship, and everyone was crazy enough to entertain my antics as the maknae.

tagging: @kdramastuff (I know you don’t do this stuff but I just wanna tag you :p) @becausenothingtodo @aromaticcedarwood @dramaintherain @dohyunsoo @kuronekonerochan @park-joonyoung @psalm40speakstome @myechoecho @ambedoanxiety @outside-seoul (that is 10 tags right because I only tag the first one to annoy her :ppp)

#i got tagged #tagging stuff #tagging game #tag game #I don't remember how to tag this lol #personal

[moviewarfare]

A Review of Master Z: Ip Man Legacy (2018)

On my Ip Man rewatching spree, I now stumble on the first spinoff the franchise starring rival/antagonist "Cheung Tin Chi" from Ip Man 3. It is not directed by Wilson Yip who did Ip man 1-4 but rather directed by Yuen Woo-ping who was the action director for Ip Man 3 and 4. He was also an action director for big American movies like Kill Bill and Matrix. I really liked Cheung Tin Chi (Max Zhang) from Ip Man 3 and felt there was a lot of depth to his character so I was thrilled he was getting his own movie. Furthermore, there were some big names in this movie with Michelle Yeon who is a big Chinese Actress and Dave Bautista from Marvel and WWE fame. I was very hyped for this movie. The question was if this movie lived up to the Ip Man legacy?

Let's talk about the action scenes, firstly it is a drastic departure from the Ip Man movies. In Ip Man 2 there was a fair amount of wirework which took away from the grounded, realistic style of the first movie but here there is LOADS of wirework. I didn't hate it in Ip Man 2 but felt like it wasn't as great as the first one but here it is kind of crazy and over the top to the point I found it ridiculously entertaining. A lot of the fight scenes have the actors do a lot of floating and gravity-defying moves with one memorable acrobatic fight scene on neon signs way above ground that was very thrilling to watch. Nearly every fight in this movie is cartooney and unrealistic but it is so entertaining with superb choreography. There are a lot of characters thrown through tables or windows and a lot of slow-mo and close up shots that embody the cliche of the 90s and it goes all the way with it. However, it just works really well and is oddly satisfying.

I loved Max Zhang as Cheung in Ip Man 3 and here still delivers a great performance. His character Cheung has a very interesting arc in this movie where he is struggling with his desire to live a simple life while coping with his loss to Ip Man and his reputation as a martial artist. Throughout the movie, he refuses to use Wing Chun and instead uses a more brutal style of fighting which makes the fights grittier and less elegant than the main series. He then gets wrapped up in some mafia staff which causes him to come into meetings with many different characters but the closest being Julia (Liu Yan) and Fu (Xing Yu) who become friends. Cheung is different from Ip Man in that he feels flawed and having room to grow whereas Ip Man feels near perfect and invincible. Cheung takes a fair amount of damage and hits while also making a fair amount of mistakes which makes him a lot more relatable. He does come out by the end of the movie learning valuable lessons with it even amplifying Ip Man's word of wisdom to him in the 3rd movie and of course, ends up using Wing Chun again.

Most of the supporting cast do a great job as well. Michelle Yeon as "Tso Ngan Kwan" gives a very convincing performance as the leader of an organised crime gang. Her character is also interesting in that she is menacing against those who oppose her but kind in that she wants to turn the crime gang into a legitimate business. Kevin Cheng as "Tso Sai Kit" gives a great performance in being a completely hateable character who wants to be a drug dealer while usurping his sister Ngan Kwan. Dave Bautista as "Owen Davidson" is great as well in that he gives a lovable and charismatic performance in certain scenes while in others a terrifying, hulking menace. He is way better than Mike Tyson was in Ip Man 3 and feels more like an actual antagonist.

Unfortunately, Dave Bautista is very under-utilised with him barely having any dialogue, he isn't the main villain either with Tso Sai Kit being the main villain while Owen Davidson is more of a final boss. Which is a shame as one of my complaints of Frank (Mike Tyson) in Ip Man 3 was that we don't really get any backstory or motive of his character and this is also the case with Owen sadly. Likewise, Tony Jaa of "Ong Bak" fame is in this movie as an assassin with an obsession with black clothing and a top hat. He is a glorified cameo with no dialogue whatsoever and just appears to have a random fight with the main character and then vanishing for most of the movie until the end. It is very jarring as the fight appears out of nowhere and doesn't have any real significance to the story in any way. That is such a downer as Tony Jaa is amazing and they didn't utilise him properly. Additionally, his character just doesn't fit in the Ip Man universe and just feels extremely out of place.

The plot is also a complete mess with it attempting to cram in way too many things into the plot. The story tries to be a redemption story for Cheung, a sibling rivalry story between Ngan and Tso, a gang story, a drug addiction story, British colonialism, racism and corruption. It's very convoluted and a fair amount of these stories aren't even good. It also retreads a lot of Ip Man's 2 and 3 stories with the corruption and racism which is just lazy and disappointing.  

It's extremely corny at times as well and that is fine if it was done well but it isn't in this case. There are a lot of moments that feel like they are trying to be a comedy or funny but it doesn't land and I didn't feel like laughing at all. The movie also attempts some melodramatic moments but again it never really lands and didn't make me feel anything. The movie has a lot of moments that are not intended to be stupid but made me end up thinking it was stupid. However, some moments are not meant to be funny but I kind of thought was funny like a man's arm getting cut off with no blood was just hilariously bad. His arm just gets cut like a plastic toy. Some of the line delivery is also quite bad at times. The child actors are very bad and some of the supporting characters feel one-note and lacking in any range of personality.

I also have some gripes with the editing and set design in this movie. The editing is so weirdly bad in which it would transition to the next scene while abruptly ending the music score before it even ended properly. They also do a lot of fades out which is usually done when ending the movie or to signify the conclusion to an act but it is done a couple of times in this movie where I felt it was odd to do so. Also, the set design feels really empty or too open. It makes the city feel lifeless. This could be due to a lack of extras as there weren't many people roaming around until the final act of the movie where they all come out of nowhere.

Overall, it is a ludicrous movie but there is a charm in that. Spinoffs are a good way of doing something different while embodying the spirit of the main series and Master Z does kind of do that. The movie was aiming to deliver on epic action set pieces and it does so successfully. They are exciting, electrifying and extremely well-choreographed but just don't expect much from its story.

#movies #movie review #ip man #master z #max zhang #michelle yeoh #dave bautista #martial arts #kung fu #kung fu movies

[vajranam]

Buddha Samantabhadra

Buddha Samantabhadra KUNTUZANGPO He is depicted as a buddha, sky-blue in colour, sitting in the vast expanse of space, and encircled by an aura of rainbow light. He is completely naked, meaning unstained by any trace of concept. His name, Kuntuzangpo in Samantabhadra in Sanskrit, means ‘always good', ‘always well’ or ‘unchanging goodness.’ What this signifies is that unchanging goodness, or fundamental goodness, is our ultimate nature. In the Dzogchen teachings, our true nature, that state of the Ground, is given the name the 'Primordial Buddha'. Sogyal Rinpoche writes, "[Kuntuzangpo] represents the absolute, naked, sky-like primordial purity of the nature of our mind". Very powerful prayer of Kuntuzangpo/Samantabhadra or kunzang monlam ("The Recitation of the Powerful Prayer in which Sentient Beings Cannot Resist Becoming Buddha”) "I, Kuntuzangpo, am the original Buddha of all, And through this prayer(The prayer of Kuntuzangpo or kunzang monlam)of mine May all you beings who wander in the three realms of samsara Realize this self-arising Awareness, And may your great wisdom spontaneously increase!" Thus it has been said. This prayer was taken from the Ninth Chapter “The Recitation of the Powerful Prayer(The prayer of Kuntuzangpo or kunzang monlam) in which Sentient Beings Cannot Resist Becoming Buddha” from the tantric scripture “The unobstructed Enlightened Mind of the Great Perfection Kuntuzangpo”. "I, Kuntuzangpo, am the original Buddha of all, And through this prayer of mine May all you beings who wander in the three realms of samsara Realize this self-arising Awareness, And may your great wisdom spontaneously increase! " HO NANG SI KHOR DAY T’HAM CHAY KUN HO! All of phenomenal existence, samsara and nirvana, ZHI CHIK LAM NYI DRAY BU NYIY Has a single ground, yet two paths and two fruits, RIK DANG MA RIK CHHO T’HRUL TE And magical display’s as awareness or unawareness. KÜN TU ZANG PÖ MÖN LAM GYIY By this prayer of Kuntuzangpo, T’HAM CHAY CHHÖ YING P’HO DRANG DU May all beings awaken to true and complete enlightenment. NGÖN PAR DZOK TE TSHANG GYA SHOK In the palace of the immeasurable stainless space of phenomena! KÜN GYI ZHI NI DÜ MA JYAY The original ground of everything is uncompounded. RANG JYUNG LONG YANG JÖ DU ME It is the self-originating infinite expanse, beyond expression, KHOR DAY NYI KAY MING ME DO Where not even the name of samsara or nirvana exists. DE NYI RIK NA SANG GYAY TE When realizing just this, you are a Buddha. MA RIK SEM CHEN KHOR WAR CHYAM When not realizing this, you are a sentient being wandering in samsara. KHAM SUM SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KYIY May all sentient beings of the three realms realize JÖ ME ZHI DÖN RIK PAR SHOK The true meaning of this inexpressible original ground! KÜN TU ZANG PO NGA YI CHYANG I, Kuntuzangpo, have realized the true meaning of this original ground. GYU KYEN ME PA ZHI YI DÖN Free from cause and condition, DE NYI ZHI LA RANG JYUNG RIK The original ground is itself-originating awareness. CHYI NANG DRO KUR KYON MA TAK It is not designated as outer and inner, nor is it existent or non existent. DREN ME MÜN PAI DRIB MA GÖ It is not obscured by the darkness of unmindfulness. DE CHYIR RANG NANG KYÖN MA GÖ Thus, my own phenomena have never been stained. RANG RIK SO LA NAY PA LA I abide in the natural state of self-awareness, SI SUM JIK CHYANG NGANG TRAK ME Even though the three spheres of existence are destroyed, I have no fear, DÖ YÖN NGA LA CHHAK PA ME And I have no attachment to the five desirable qualities. TOK ME SHEY PA RANG JYUNG LA In self-originating mind, free of thought, DÖ PAI ZUK DANG DUK NGA ME There is neither solid form nor the five poisons. RIK PA SEL CHHA MA GAK PA The luminous aspect of awareness is unceasing, NGO WO CHIK LA YE SHEY NGA Singular in essence, yet the five primordial wisdoms manifest. YE SHEY NGA PO MIN PA LAY From the ripening of these five primordial wisdoms T’HOK MAI SANG GYAY RIK NGA JYUNG The five original buddha families emerge. DE LAY YE SHEY T’HA GYAY PAY And, through the expansion of their primordial wisdom, SANG GYAY ZHI CHU TSA NYIY JYUNG The forty-two Buddhas emerge. YE SHEY NGA YI TSEL SHAR WAY Because the power of the five primordial wisdoms manifest, T’HRAK T’HUNG DRUK CHU T’HAM PA JYUNG The sixty Herukas emerge. DE CHHYIR ZHI RIK T’HRUL MA NYONG Thus, original ground awareness has never been deluded. T’HOK MAI SANG GYAY NGAYIN PAY Since I am the original Buddha, NGA YI MÖN LAM TAB PA YIY Then by this prayer of mine KHAM SUM KHOR WAI SEM CHEN GYIY Oh, sentient beings of the three realms of samsara , RANG JYUNG RIK PA NGO SHEY NAY May you realize self-originating awareness! YE SHEY CHHEN PO T’HA GYAY SHOK May your sublime primordial wisdom expand fully! NGA YI TRUL PA GYUN MY CHHAY I send forth billions JYE WA T’HRAK GYA SAM YAY GYEY Of inconceivable, ceaseless emanations GANG LA GANG DUL NA TSHOK TÖN Manifesting in various forms in whatever way is necessary to train beings. NGA YI T’HUK JEI MÖN LAM GYIY By my compassionate prayer, KHAM SUM KHOR WAI SEM CHEN KUN Oh, sentient beings of the three realms of samsara, may you all RIK DRUK NAY NAY T’HÖN PAR SHOK Escape from the abodes of the six classes of beings! DANG PO SEM CHEN T’HRUL PA NAM Oh. sentient beings, you have been deluded from the beginning ZHI LA RIK PA MA SHAR WAY Because you have not recognized the original ground, CHI YANG DREN ME T’HOM ME WA You are unmindful of whatever occurs, an oblivious state. DE KA MA RIK T’HRUL PAI GYU It is the very state of unawareness, which is the cause of delusion. DE LA HAY KYIY GYAL WA LAY In that state you suddenly lose consciousness, NGANG TRAK SHEY PA ZA ZI GYÜ And from that unclear state fear comes into being. DE LAY DAK ZHEN DRAR DZIN KYEY From that arises clinging to self and clinging to other as enemy. BAK CHHAK RIM ZHIN TAY PA LAY This habitual tendency gradually grows, KHOR WA LUK SU JUK PA JYUNG And from this a progressive entry into samsara occurs. DE LAY NYÖN MONG DUK NGA GYAY Next, the five poisons of the passions develop, DUK NGAI LAY LA GYUN CHHAY ME And the karma of these five poisons is unceasing. DE CHHYIR SEM CHEN T’HRUL PAI ZHI Therefore, the ground of the delusion of sentient beings DREN ME MA RIK YIN PAI CHHYIR Is unmindfulness and unawareness. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY So, by my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, KUN GYI RIK PA RANG SHEY SHOK May all of you recognize your own awareness! LHEN CHIK KYEY PAI MA RIK PA Coemergent unawareness is SHEY PA DREN ME YENG PA YIN Unmindfulness and distraction. KUN TU TAK PAI MA RIK PA Conceptual unawareness is DAK ZHEN NYIY SU DZIN PA YIN The dualism of self and other. LHEN CHIK KUN TAK MA RIK NYIY Both coemergent and conceptual unawareness are SEM CHEN KUN GYI T’HRUL ZHI YIN The ground for the delusion of all sentient beings. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, KHOR WAI SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KYI May all of you sentient beings wandering in samsara DREN ME T’HIB PAI MUN PA SANG Clear away the enveloping darkness of unmindfulness, NYIY SU DZIN PAI SHEY PA DANG And purify dualistic mind. RIK MAI RANG NGO SHE PAR SHOK May you recognize your own awareness! NYIY DZIN LO NI T’HE TSHOM TE Dualistic mind is itself doubt. ZHEN PA T’HRA MO KYEY PA LAY From the arising of subtle clinging, BAK CHHAK T’HUK PO RIM GYIY TAY Habitual tendencies become successively heavier. ZAY NOR GÖ DANG NAY DANG DROK Food, wealth, clothes, your home and companions, DÖ YÖN NGA DANG JYAM DANG NYEN The five sense pleasures and your loved ones • YI ONG CHHAK PAI DÖ PAY DUNG You are tormented by your desire for all these enjoyable things to which you are attached. DE DAK JIK TEN T’HRUL PA TE They are worldly delusions, ZUNG DZIN LAY LA ZAY T’HA ME And the karma caused by duality is never ending. ZHEN PAI DRAY BU MIN PA’I TSHE When the fruit of clinging ripens, KAM CHHAK DUNG PAI YI DAK SU You are born a hungry ghost, tormented by craving. KYEY NAY TREY KOM YA RE NGA You are hungry and thirsty. How terrible! SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, DÖ CHHAK ZHEN PAI SEM CHEN NAM You sentient beings with desire and clinging, DÖ PAI DUNG WA CHHYIR MA PANG Neither reject the yearning of desire DÖ CHHAK ZHEN PA TSHUR MA LANG Nor accept clinging to desire. SHEY PA RANG SOR LÖ PA YIY By relaxing your mind in its own natural state, RIK PA RANG SO ZIN GYUR NAY You will realize the natural state of awareness. KUN TOK YE SHEY T’HOB PAR SHOK May you attain discerning primordial wisdom! CHHYI ROL YUL GYI NANG WA LA When external objects appear, JIK TRAK SHEY PA T’HRA MO GYÜ The subtle consciousness of fear comes into being. DANG WAI BAK CHHAK TAY PA LAY As the habitual tendency of anger becomes heavier, DRAR DZIN DEK SÖ HRAK PA KYEY Then with the gross perception of enemy, violence and killing come into being. ZHE DANG DRAY BU MIN PAI TSHE When the fruit of anger ripens, NYAL WAI TSO SEK DUK RE NGAL You will suffer terribly in hell by being boiled and burned. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, DRO DRUK SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KYI Oh, sentient beings of the six realms, ZHE DANG DRAK PO KYEY PAI TSHE When strong anger arises in you, PANG LANG MI JYA RANG SOR LÖ Neither accept nor reject it, instead relax in the natural state. RIK MA RANG SO ZIN GYUR NAY Having realized the natural state of awareness, SAL WAI YE SHEY T’HOB PAR SHOK May you attain the primordial wisdom of clarity! RANG SEM KHENG PAR GYUR PA LA When your mind becomes arrogant, ZHEN LA DREN SEM MAY PAI LO There arise thoughts of competition and contempt for others, NGA GYAL DRAK PÖ SEM KYEY PAY And your pride grows stronger. DAK ZHEN T’HAB TSÖ DUK NGAL NYONG Therefore, you will experience the suffering of fighting and quarrelling between yourself and others. LAY DEI DRAY BU MIN PAI TSHE When the fruit of this karma ripens, P’HO TUNG NYONG WAI LHA RU KYE You will be born in the god realm and experience the suffering of change and falling to lower realms. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, KHENG SEM KYEY PAI SEM CHEN NAM Oh, sentient beings, when arrogance arises in you, DE TSHE SHEY PA RANG SOR LÖ Let your mind relax in its natural state. RIK PA RANG SO ZIN GYUR NAY Having realized the natural state of awareness, NYAM PA NYI KYI DÖN TOK SHOK May you attain the primordial wisdom of equanimity! NYIY DZIN TAY PAI BAK CHHAK KYIY Habitual tendencies that solidify dualism DAK TÖ ZHEN MÖ ZUK NGU LAY Give rise to painful actions of praising yourself and disparaging others. T’HAB TSÖ DREN SEM TAY PA LAY From that competition and fighting intensify SÖ CHÖ LHA MIN NAY SU KYE And you will be born in the demi-god realm where there is killing. DRAY BY NYAL WAI NAY SU TUNG The result of this will be to plunge into the hell realm. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, DREN SEM T’HAB TSÖ KYEY PA NAM You, in whom competition and fighting arise, DRAR DZIN MI JYA RANG SOR LÖ Do not see others as enemies but relax in the natural state. SHEY PA RANG SO ZIN GYUR NAY Having realized the natural state of mind, T’HRIN LAY T’HOK ME YE SHEY SHOK May you attain the primordial wisdom of unobstructed enlightened activity! DREN ME TANG NYOM YENG PA YIY By being distracted, indifferent and unmindful, T’HIB DANG MUK DANG JE PA DANG You will become clouded over, in fog and forgetful, GYAL DANG LE LO TI MUK PAY Unconcious, lazy and ignorant. DRAY BU KYAB ME JYOL SONG CHYAM The fruit of this will be to wander helplessly in the animal realm. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, TI MUK JYUNG PAI MUN PA LA For you who are sinking in the darkness of ignorance, DREN PA SEL WAI DANG SHAR WAY May the radiance of luminous mindfulness shine. TOK ME YE SHEY T’HOB PAR SHOK And may you attain nonconceptual primordial wisdom! KHAM SUM SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KUN All you sentient beings of the three realms KUN ZHI SANG GYAY NAG DANG NYAM Are actually the same as me, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, the ground of everything. DREM ME T’HRUL PAI ZHI RU SONG But unmindfulness led you to the ground of delusion. DA TA DÖN ME LAY LA CHYÖ So now you are indulging in meaningless activity, LAY DRUK MI LAM T’HRUL PA DRA The six karmas, which are like deluded dreams. NGA NI SANG GYAY T’HOK MA YIN I, the original Buddha, DRO DRUK TRUL PAY DUL WAI CHHYIR Train the six types of beings through my emanations. KUN TU ZANG PÖ MÖN LAM GYIY By this prayer of Kuntuzangpo, SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY MA LÜ PA Oh, sentient beings, may all of you without exception CHHÖ KYI YING SU TSHANG GYA SHOK Attain enlightenment in the immeasurable stainless space of phenomena! AH HO CHHYIN CHHAY NAL JYOR TOB CHEN GYIY Ah Ho! Hereafter, whenever a powerful practitioner, T’HRUL ME RIK PA RANG SEL NAY From undeluded naturally luminous awareness MÖN LAM TOB CHEN DI TAB PAY Recites this powerful prayer, DI T’HÖ SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KUN All sentient beings who hear it KYE WA SUM NAY NGÖN TSHANG GYA Will attain enlightenment within three lifetimes. NYI DA ZA YI ZIN PA’AM \During a solar or lunar eclipse, DRA DANG SA YÖ JYUNG WA’AM During an earthquake, or when the earth rumbles, NYI MA DOK GYUR LO P’HO DÜ At the solstices or the end of the year, RANG NYIY KUN TU ZANG POR KYEY Visualize yourself as Kuntuzangpo. KUN GYIY T’HÖ PAR DI JÖ NA If you then recite this for all to hear, KHAM SUM SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY LA All sentient beings of the three realms, NAL JYOR DE YIY MÖN LAM GYIY Because of this practitioner’s prayers, DUK NGAL RIM ZHIN DROL NAY KYANG Will gradually be liberated from suffering T’HA RU SANG GYAY THOB PAR GYUR And ultimately attain Buddhahood! Thus it has been said. This prayer was taken from the Ninth Chapter “The Recitation of the Powerful Prayer in which Sentient Beings Cannot Resist Becoming Buddha” from the tantric scripture “The unobstructed Enlightened Mind of the Great Perfection Kuntuzangpo”.

[cgmaknae]

twisted ends & new beginnings

head cannons for my oc ellie with each of her “siblings”

edward mason cullen

• even though they look at their new life very differently they get along super well

• when edward leaves carlisle to hunt murders she tracks him down

• he leaves with her because he was already planning on going back and she knew that

• she’s horrible at hiding her thoughts but they’re rarely ever bad

• she plays games with him and alice since the rest of the cullens won’t

• she hates seeing him sad but the older they get the sader he seems

• ellie doesn’t think it’s fair bc her brother is a truly good person vampire and she knows that

• she cries when he stops composing and playing the piano

• everyone at school thinks edward and ellie are true siblings like jasper and rosalie because they look so similar

• she supports edward and bella’s relationships even more than alice does and from the very beginning

• when edward saves bella she’s the only cullen to go over and make sure bella is okay

• when bella’s back is turned she helps edward fix the dents his body caused the car behind them

• ellie helped him get ready for his wedding while the other girls helped bella

• she picked out his tux

• on e&b’s wedding day ellie tells bella all the happy changes she brought to him

rosalie hale

• ellie helps rosalie pull off the theatrical murders of the men who killed her

• they don’t talk much but they have a good relationship after the murders

• they support each other when it’s needed

• rosalie can’t understand how ellie is so happy being a vampire

• she often gets aggravated with her optimism

• ellie calls her rosie

• rose almost smashes ellie’s car after she tells edward she’s proud of him for saving bella

• “he could be the reason we are all found out!”

• “he feels for her rosalie!! would you let emmett die if you had the opportunity to save him or not save him!?”

• on the dL rose models for alice and ellie’s clothing line

• ellie stops rose from smashing the bowl when bella comes over for the first time with her powers

emmett cullen

• they click the moment they meet

• instant best friends

• dumb and dumber as vampires ong

• they are top notch competitors

• “emmett how many bears did you take down?”

• “8, beat that loser”

• “hAh i got 9 so you’re the loser here!”

• emmett then proceeds to search for another near the rest of the cullens end up having to intervene bc if they eat too much they’ll be grumpy and sluggish

• “race you to the car”

• they basically act like real teenagers when they’re together well real teenagers with super strength, hearing, etc

• they both love jeep rides and baseball

• they play fight all the time and esme hates it so they can never do it for too long

• rosalie hates them together bc they seriously don’t know how to act

alice cullen

• these two are fashion icons and true sisters

• they spend their time together drawing new designs

• the rest of the cullens have no choice but to be these sisters fashion models

• they have to try hard to fit in at school bc they want to dress fashionable but would stand out if they did

• the cullens all wear clothes made by alice and ellie after the two promised they wouldn’t go crazy and just make them “normal” clothes

• they drew and made bella’s wedding dress together

• they have a clothing line together

• alice loves taking pictures of jasper and ellie in secret it’s like a hobby of hers

• they haven’t figured out why yet but sometimes ellie can see alice’s visions

jasper hale

• they are absolutely in love

• jasper will do anything for her and she’ll do anything for him

• they met when he was in maria’s army

• he made her leave bc he knew maria was going to kill her and though he didn’t know why at the time he could let that happen

• later she finds him after he’d just left peter and charlotte

• she leaves the cullens to help jasper become a vegetarian

• everytime she visits edward tries to convince her to bring jasper home

• finally after five years she does

• esme ofc loves him

• carlisle is happy bc his fist daughter has found someone to love

• rosalie is jealous until she finds emmett

• emmett and jasper bring a little happiness to edward

• after another five years jasper and ellie move in with the cullens

• they meet alice on their travels and she ends up going home with them

• jasper plans the most romantic dates and gifts for ellie even after decades and decades of them being together

• when jasper expresses his want to kill bella in order to protect ellie

• “jasper i’d rather die than watch you kill a innocent human girl.”

• jasper immediately feels guilty and changes his mind about bella

• ellie loves pda but it takes jasper a few years to love it just as much as her

• jasper is uncomfortably with all the people that talk about his looks at school but ellie loves it

• “that’s right my jass is hot as hell and you can’t have him”

• they get married but they don’t have a ceremony bc ellie knows jasper doesn’t like attention

• jasper asked her to marry him while they were on the Eiffel tower bc ellie loves paris 

• ellie and jasper are the only cullens that have real fighting experience

• at one point jasper learns a little bit of french after ellie refused to speak english for a whole week

#twilight imagine #jasper hale #twilight oc #rosalie hale #alice cullen #emmett cullen #edward cullen #bella swan

[mystacoceti]

WE HAVE ALL MISUNDERSTOOD BILLY THE KID

I was speaking to Amelia. “Not self-slaughter in the crude sense. Rather the construction of surrogates. Think of it as a transplant.” “Daumier,” she said, “you are not making me happy.” “The false selves in their clatter and bolster and youthful brio will slay and bother and push out and put to all types of trouble the original, authentic self, which is a dirty great villain, as can be testified and sworn to by anyone who has ever been awake.” “The self also dances,” she said, “sometimes.” “Yes,” I said, “I have noticed that, but one pays dear for the occasional schottische. Now, here is the point about the self. It is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuffed full. I need only adduce the names of Alexander, Bonaparte, Messalina, and Billy the Kid.” “You have misunderstood Billy the Kid,” she murmured. “Whereas the surrogate, the construct, is in principle satiable. We design for satiability.” “Have you taken action?” she asked. “Or is all this just the usual?” “I have one out now,” I said, “a Daumier, on the plains and pampas of consciousness, and he is doing very well, I can tell you that. He has an important post in a large organization. I get regular reports.” “What type of fellow is he?” “A good true fellow, I said, “and knows his limits. He doesn’t overstep. Desire has been reduced in him to a minimum. Just enough left to make him go. Loved and respected by all.” “Tosh,” she said. “Tosh and bosh.” “You will want one,” I said, “when you see what they are like.” “We have all misunderstood Billy the Kid,” she said in parting.

A LONG SENTENCE IN WHICH THE MIRACLE OF SURROGATION IS PERFORMED BEFORE YOUR EYES

Now in his mind’s eye which was open for business at all times even during the hours of sleep and dream and which was the blue of bedcovers and which twinkled and which was traced with blood a trifle at all times and which was covered at all times with a monocle of good quality, the same being attached by long thin black streamy ribands to mind’s neck, now in this useful eye Daumier saw a situation.

MR. BELLOWS, MR. HAWKINS, THE TRAFFIC, CHILIDOGS

Two men in horse-riding clothes stood upon a plain, their attitudes indicating close acquaintance or colleagueship. The plain presented in its foreground a heavy yellow oblong salt lick rendered sculptural by the attentions over a period of time of sheep or other salt-loving animals. Two horses in the situation’s upper lefthand corner watched the men with nervous horse-gaze. Mr. Bellows spoke to his horse. “Stand still, horse.” Mr. Hawkins sat down atop the salt lick and filled a short brass pipe Oriental in character. “Are they quiet now?” “Quiet as the grave,” Mr. Bellows said. “Although I don’t know what we’ll be doin’ for quiet when the grass gives out.” “That’ll be a while yet.” “And Daumier?” “Scoutin’ the trail ahead,” said Mr. Hawkins. “He has his problems you must admit.” “Self-created in my opinion.” Mr. Hawkins took a deep draw upon his pipelet. “The herd,” he said. “And the queen.” “And the necklace.” “And the cardinal.” “It’s the old story,” Mr. Hawkins stated. “One word from the queen and he’s off tearing about the countryside and let business go hand.” “There’s such a thing as tending to business, all right,” said Mr. Bellows. “Some people never learned it.” “And him the third generation in the Traffic,” Mr. Hawkins added. Then, after a moment: “Lovely blue flowers there a while back. I don’t suppose you noticed.” “I noticed,” said Mr. Bellows. “I picked a bunch.” “Did you, now. Where are they at?” “I give um to someone,” Mr. Bellows said. “Someone. What someone?” There was a silence. “You are acquainted with the Rules, I believe,” Mr. Hawkins said. “Nothing in the Rules about bestowal of bluebonnets. I believe,” Mr. Bellows replied. “Bluebonnets, were they? Now, that’s nice. That’s very nice.” “Bluebonnets or indeed flowers of any kind are not mentioned in the Rules.” “We are promised to get this here shipment—” “I have not interfered with the shipment.” “We are promised to get this here herd of au-pair girls to the railhead intact in both mind and body,” Mr. Hawkins stated. “And I say that bestowal of bluebonnets is interferin’ with a girl’s mind and there’s no two ways about it.” “She was looking very down-in-the-mouth.” “Not your affair. Not your affair.” Mr. Bellows moved to change the subject. “Is Daumier likely to be back for chow do you think?” “What is for chow?” “Chilidogs.” “He’ll be back. Daumier does love his chilidog.”

RÉSUMÉ OF THE PLOT OR ARGUMENT

Ignatius Loyola XVIII, with a band of hard-riding fanatical Jesuits under his command, has sworn to capture the herd and release the girls from the toils so-called of the Traffic, in which Daumier, Mr. Hawkins, and Mr. Bellows are prominent executives of long standing. Daumier meanwhile has been distracted from his proper business by a threat to the queen, the matter of the necklace (see Dumas, The Queen’s Necklace, pp 76-105).

from “Daumier”, Donald Barthelme

#pearl diver

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Domestic! Seongwoo

Another Domestic! Idol request! I’m hopeful this turns out well; it’s been awhile since I did Daniel’s! Like his, this will have the same headers (minus pets), so let’s get started! If you didn’t catch my Daniel one (it’s linked at the bottom), this is based on living together.

Morning routine:

Wakes up before you almost every morning just to get his fill of you before the day begins

You soon learned to set an earlier alarm because Seongwoo is the clingiest when he first wakes up

Lots of kisses and cuddling

Will even get up following you across the bed so he doesn’t have to let you go yet

More kisses as you work your way around the room to get organised for the day

Claims the extra attention in the morning is because he has to make up for all the hours you slept, but really he just cannot get enough of you

Reluctantly parts for you to get ready, though sometimes you share a shower because he can’t wait to be with you again

Because saving water is a good thing, okay

And it’s always platonic; the shower literally isn’t big enough for the two of you anyways

That’s what the bathtub is for

Makes sure you always eat breakfast together

“We’re starting out the day right this way.”

Chores:

Seongwoo isn’t really thrilled to clean

Who is? Hwang Minhyun

And he is kind of hopeless with it too? Like how he survived without you all this time, you still cannot understand

It’s not like he’s playing you either, he literally doesn’t grasp the concept of a washing machine at all

No matter how many times you show him, he always does something with the settings to throw it off

HATES dishes, and if you make him do them, he’ll just stand there moping and doing a really bad job

Or worse, just conveniently “forgets” them and you find the sink full when you get home later on

Can be the cause of arguments

And somehow you’ve just adjusted to doing more than your share too, because even bribery or threats don’t work

But now and then you’ll come home and find the entire house somewhat in a better shape than it was beforehand

And it’s not because he’s enlisted the help of Minhyun

Though sometimes he’d love to

He just felt like tidying up so you could spend more time with him

And he always wonders why he doesn’t help more, because now he’s gained an entire hour with you

But overall, old habits die hard and he’s back to not really pulling his share again, don’t get your hopes up

Cooking/Food:

Now you’re speaking his favourite language, anything with food involved and you have his full attention

Loves watching you cook

Loves helping you getting in the way cook

Baking is a regular thing, but also brings out his impatient side (check out Baking with Ong Seongwoo here)

Insists that all meals must be shared together as much as they can be, and there always seems to be something magical about sitting down together for dinner, discussing your day and just endless smiles at each other

Grocery day is his favourite day of the week

It’s the one you dread the most, every plan you always come up with failing

He loves putting in all the foods off the list, and you feel like you’re dealing with a child, having to tell him no and to put it back all the time

I mean, why would you possibly need five boxes of ramen when you hardly eat ramen at home?

Always bribes you with chocolate, so now he has two boxes of ramen

But hey, your chocolate is in there too

Being fed well, or knowing he’s about to be always makes his skinship increase

Like he’s got to show you physically how appreciative he is that you make delicious food for you both to enjoy

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Downsides to living together:

You both bicker more than when you lived apart

But most of the fights are trivial and you can get passed them easily

Cleaning is always one sided

And Seongwoo doesn’t like that you choose to sometimes spend your down time alone when he’s home, bringing out his more attention seeking mannerisms

But to be honest, living together works better for your relationship overall, because you see more of one another now

Errands/Schedule:

Is a little lost if you ask too much of him in one go

If you get him to just do one errand at a time, you bet he’s going to pump through that with the best intentions, but five all at once will be too overwhelming for him

And he’ll generally always forget something

Usually the most important thing that you stressed five times was needed to be done today, oops (best to just do those ones yourself)

You tried using an app on your phone that would show your schedule and the errands of the week, but Seongwoo always forgets about it, frustrating you a little when he asks why he wasn’t told of something

“If you just checked the app, you would have known I had the dentist today and would be late.”

“Couldn’t you just text me so I’d not think you’ve been kidnapped or something?”

“For someone so worried about me being missing, you’re looking pretty relaxed there eating those cookies.”

“I was stress eating them, okay?!”

The type of guy that does well if you set reminders on his phone to blare at him, as opposed to putting in the effort to check for himself

Hence why you both have a very open mobile phone policy, just so you can make his life easier

And for some reason this doesn’t seem like extra work for you at all, just wanting to help him be more efficient too

Night routine:

Weekly masks together (he eats the ingredients as you make them)

Cuddle down time watching tv or movies

Assists you when getting changed into your pjs sometimes, not in a sexual manner, but more so because he loves helping you be comfortable out of your work clothes

Loves being able to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings to you

Literally, sweet nothings like, “did you know that strawberries are on special this week?”

“Ong Seongwoo!”

“What, fruit is an important part of a well balanced diet!”

Your sofa’s throw cushions had done more beating in their lives than they were designed for

And he loves riling you up, because it makes him so happy seeing you all flushed and annoyed with him, often leading to kissing you until you beg him to stop and let you breathe from all the laughter

Playful conversations and touches

Drags you off to bed complaining he’s exhausted and wants to sleep with you in his arms

Proceeds to talk and play around with you for another hour before you’re whining at him to let you rest

Insists you lay with your head over his chest every night

“So you can fall asleep to the beat of our love.”

Cheesy as, but it works every time

Downtime:

When Seongwoo is home, he expects to spend as much time together doing whatever you both want to do

Meaning, he wants to be together, always

Loves day trips out so you can take photos of each other

Staying home and taking photos of you in the weirdest positions, like cleaning out the oven

Clings to you as much as he can

Tired days where all you do is snuggle on the sofa encircled with junk food and good entertainment to recover from the daily grind

Can be really dramatic towards you, likes giving you frights

Especially when he feels your own individual hobbies are taking away from his “couple time”

Most of your free hours together aren’t super productive, that’s for the rest of your week

Almost like a healing experience every time, and you admit that even if you didn’t quite finish that book you were aiming to have done this week, that seeing Seongwoo laugh so much had been the best way to spend your time

You didn’t need to revel in some other world, when you had a perfectly amazing one to enjoy at his side

Arguments:

You naturally both bicker a lot, but it’s never something substantial

It also spices up life, both having an element to your relationship of finding the other irresistible when worked up

A couple of times a year you have big blowouts, and they can be pretty explosive

But it doesn’t hinder the flow of life together because as expressive as they are at the time, you both work to solve any issues you may face promptly

Seongwoo does get bitter and jealous easily, but these don’t really cause too many arguments, just him demanding more of your attention, and your body, if you get me

Finances:

Spends more than you do

Likes to shower you in gifts, but anything that’s needed for the household always seems to come out of your account

The washing basket? You bought it

The new vacuum? Why would it make sense to both buy that when he hardly uses it?

But since the apartment is still under Seongwoo’s name and he pays the rent, you don’t complain too much

And you tried to make things more equal, even suggesting to open a bank account together, but he refused, liking the way it is right now

Which is why you’ve been the one saving up on the side, putting the money you used to spend on rent away for a rainy day

Knowing Seongwoo wouldn’t plan that far ahead, always wanting to live the most impacting life in the present with you

But he didn’t discredit a future with you either, it was a given in his mind

He didn’t put weight into planning ahead with you, because he just knew everything would fall into place, much like you had into his world

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hwang minhyun|the heirs

member: hwang minhyun genre: fluff summary: heirs au! you never thought you ever had a chance with hwang minhyun, the heir to the empire hotels and to billions of dollars, but you never knew you caught his eye either, who would have thought that a masquerade ball could make everything possible heirs series: hwang minhyun | kang daniel | park woojin | yoon jisung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon

you’ve liked minhyun from the moment you stepped into 101 academy

the school for the elite of the elite

everyone was a heir to millions or billions of dollars

you included

your mother was one of the best fashion designers in the world owning several high end and normal brands with your father dealing with the business side

your mum inspired your love of fashion and the aspiration to be a fashion designer

in total your family earned around 300 million dollars a year

but your family wanted to make sure you weren’t raised spoilt so you three lived like a middle class family in a 3 bedroom house, normal car, normal neighbourhood, nothing expensive and you were homeschooled

but when you got to high school you were suddenly exposed to your family’s wealth

huge mansion, fancy cars, ridiculously expensive private school, luxury  everything

you got used to it after a while

but the luxury and grandeur of the school still amazed you

with a michelin star chef providing all meals and your own personal room with a bathroom and a closet

you could design the room any way you want

of course you made it into a fashion design studio

best bit was the second half of the day you get to make create and design clothes as that was your major, fashion

you can also request a personal tutor to give you advice with fashion and running a clothing business

it was an amazing school

but you still had to attend classes for the first half of the day which were really educational and suited for your fashion career

one of those classes was business with minhyun

you knew he didn’t need to attend the class or even school

he was ridiculously smart with degrees in hotel management and business from harvard

and he was in high school

he only went to school because his parents were alumni and insisted for him to go

you had absolutely no chance with minhyun

not only was he freakishly smart

he was part of the heirs

they were basically royalty, the 11 of them, the most eligible bachelors around, the richest, the most handsome, all the best in their own respective fields but they were distant towards nearly everyone except for a few of them, they were the kings of school

minhyun also was one of the most sought out guys in the school

he had the nickname emperor hwang i had to use it lol

minhyun would be taking over his family business of running the empire hotels. they’re the best hotels in the world every single of them 5 stars. and there were thousands across the globe. amusingly he’s named emperor hwang because he’s the “emperor” of his empire, his company.

he was also ridiculously good looking with milky white skin and jet black hair, his gorgeous dark brown eyes with an air of elegance and distant, nonchalant attitude

but that didn’t attract you to him it was his comforting innocent nature he hid under his mask he wore to the public

for some reason you wanted to be the one to crack the mask

but that was in your dreams even if he knew of his existence

he had so many girls after him

girls prettier, richer, smarter, nicer and more talented than you

you never stood a chance

you were completely wrong though

you caught his eye the moment you walked into his business class

there was just something about you

you carried yourself not with the arrogant stuck up attitude that so many did but with a gentle kindness

there was just a sweet softness making him instantly attracted to you

not to mention the gorgeous smile of yours and how adorable you were

and anytime he sees you laugh or smiling

he couldn’t help but smile

he knew he was falling for you

but he was just plain awkward around you

like no matter how he tried he could never say more than hello

and he didn’t talk to you in front of people because people would make a big fuss and give you a hard time

he even told the other heirs about it

they teased him endlessly and gave the worst advice which wasn’t surprising since they were all single

but both of you knew there was something going on

you had absolutely no fucking clue what it was exactly

he confused you to no end

when it was just you two or little people he was super sweet even though the interactions were always short

you’d glance at each other in class and share a smile

making you feel all soft and gooey

and whenever he’d say hello to you you couldn’t help but blush

but when there were other people he’d completely ignore you?

you just tried to ignore your feelings as much as possible

by basically avoiding him

not in sight not in mind right? lol you wish

but nope the feelings did not go down one bit

though you remember one incident

the one that gave you hope

you fell asleep in the library studying for exams and when you woke up you had the school’s blazer over you

the name tag: hwang minhyun

you had the biggest internal freakout at that moment

you’d fell asleep right in front of minhyun and looked really tired and cold so he couldn’t help himself but put his jacket over you

hoping maybe when you give it back you guys could start a conversation

but the next day you were too shy to give it to him person so you left it on his deck

he was super disappointed and pouted all day

and when you mustered up your courage to talk to him the next day

you found out he left for family business and won’t be back until new year’s eve

you cursed yourself for your bad timing

but that was a few weeks ago

you revert your attention back to the stunning dress in front of you

it was for the new year’s masquerade ball that ironically minhyun’s family was hosting

the ball would be extravagant with the finest food, expensive ball gowns and a special show of fireworks

it was your first time going to ball, you’ve been to fundraisers and dinners but nothing as big scale as this

and it was a huge opportunity to boost yourself into the fashion business on your own merit not your mothers

if people liked your dress you could give out your business card which led to business opportunities and connections

your attention turned to your dress

it was your best work yet

the gorgeous scarlet colour of dress contrasted amazingly with the golden embroidery which was done all by your hand

you especially dyed your hair into a super dark jet black to complement the dress if you have a black hair imagine the darkest jet black

with 2 hours left you needed to get ready

time flied by and you realised you were going to be late

you put your converse on there was no way in hell you were wearing heels plus the dress covered your feet you made sure of it

your limo pulled you out in front of the huge hotel as you put on your gold mask

the doors were nearly closing as you entered into a huge magnificent ballroom

which you had to go down a million stairs to get to

BANG! the doors closed and everyone’s eyes were on you

you went bright red thankfully with the dim lighting nobody could tell

taking a deep breath you walked down the steps as carefully and gracefully as possible

the lighting making the gold embroidery even brighter and the dress looked amazing

you got to the bottom and everyone was still staring at you making you super self conscious

before you could even walk a step

a tall handsome stranger decked out in an incredibly expensive looking suit and a black mask covering most of his face came up to you

he reminded you of minhyun

your heart sped up hoping it was but as the mysterious stranger said in a deep rough voice to you

“would you like to dance?”

you instantly knew it wasn’t him

minhyun’s voice was soft and sweet not rough and deep

but you automatically accepted annoyed at yourself for thinking about minhyun

as you started dancing the guy said “that was quite an entrance but i’ll say as much i am impressed with the dress the converse caught my attention a bit more” ending with a chuckle

you were properly mortified “oh gosh you saw? i knew i should of made the hem longer” you said trying not to look at him in the eye

“don’t worry i only noticed because i couldn’t keep my eyes off from you” he said smoothly making you blush and you literally wanted to swoon

before you could say anything he continued

“you made the dress?” he asked impressed

“yup, i’m a budding fashion designer” you said lightly

“well after this dance i’ll introduce you to all the people you should meet then maybe i get to keep you all to myself?” he asked hopefully

you laughed making him smile sweetly at you

“we’ll see pretty boy we’ll see” you answered mischievously

“well before i introduce you to people i should know your name right?” he said

“hmmm only if you give me yours” you quip back

“but i want to stay a mystery” he said jokingly whining a little

“i want to too” you say smirking

“well how about we reveal our faces and our names a bit before 12 in the garden and then afterwards we can watch the fireworks?” he compromised

“sure why not? but why so reluctant?” you asked

“well i think you’ll treat me differently when you know who i am” he said sheepishly

you smiled sweetly “i won’t i genuinely don’t care who you are or how much money you have, you’re already great company” you say sincerely

the guy gave you a beaming smile making you get butterflies

and for once in the last few months you think you might be able to get over minhyun

unbeknownst to you the guy you were currently dancing with thought the exact same thing but about you

minhyun felt different more confident, in the mask, plus the gorgeous girl in front of him just couldn’t help but make everything so much better

like he could not fuck up this opportunity with this amazing girl

plus if something goes wrong he can just run away and pretend none of it happened my backup plan for everything

the girl he was dancing with reminded him of you

you were both super sweet and sincere not to mention gorgeous

plus both of you made his heart beat way too fast to be humanly possible  with a single smile

but he didn’t think it was you because your hair was a different colour

and the dimmed lighting of the ballroom made it hard to see people’s faces

for just this one night he decided to forget how hopeless and awkward he was with girls especially you

and maybe even get over you

and try to be the gentleman that the stunning girl in front of him deserved

the type of guy you deserved

the next few hours you were introduced to so many people who loved your dress or were in the fashion industry or investors

you gave your business card to about 50 people which was amazing and so many more than you expected

of course your mystery partner didn’t get to see your name on the card

your mysterious guy also introduced you to 10 of his friends

“meet my friends” he introduced them

“hey it’s nice to meet you guys” you say friendly

“that dress is amazing who’s the designer” one of the smaller guys said in a cute pubescent voice

you instantly smiled “me actually”

the tallest guy said “damn really you’re ridiculously talented”

“if you make mens suits i need you to make me one WITH LOTS OF POCKETS” said another guy who had his arm around the guy with the cute voice

“i need you to be my stylist” another one who was standing extremely close to the tallest guy said jokingly

“you definitely need one dude” said one with a wicked snaggletooth

pointing at the dark purple suit the guy was wearing clashing with his blonde hair

you secretly agreed

“can we have your business card?” the smaller guy said again

“sure but you can’t show this guy over here we agreed to remain a mystery” you said with a grin while giving your partner a nudge

you handed them your business cards

mischievous smirks appeared on all their lips as they read the card

they all looked like they were going to burst out laughing

suddenly the tallest excused them and you said goodbye to all five of them

you didn’t see daehwi, jinyoung, woojin, jihoon and guanlin taking of their masks off because of how much they were all laughing in the corner of the ballroom

“so what is such a beautiful lady like yourself hanging out with my oh so awkward friend” a guy with broad shoulders said light heartedly while slinging an arm around your partner

“he’s actually quite gentleman and very charming” you quip back jokingly sassily

the guys looked shocked and stared bewildered at your partner

“ahh he finally decided to accept my old and wise wisdom” said one of the guys

“you mean old and useless” said the shortest guy

“DON’T DISRESPECT YOUR ELDER” the older guy said very motherly

the other guy raised his hands in defeat

one of the other guys came up to you and jokingly said to you

“take care of him, he’s annoyingly clean, he’ll probably be more in love with his vacuum cleaner than you and he’ll totally ditch his best friend, me. but i wish you and him the best”

you couldn’t help but laugh

“OK~, OK~, she passed, i like her she laughed at my kind of joke” he said

“please don’t encourage him” the one with the broad shoulders said with a smile that most girls would go crazy over

“i’ll try not to” you say with a smile of your own

“so when’s the wedding” the supposed elder piped in with a smirk

before you could say anything

“there will be no wedding because of me” another guy smoothly interrupted he was a definite charmer

“nah im joking” he continued light heartedly with a goofy smile

“but if he isn’t up to standard give me a call” he ended with an over exaggerated wink

does anyone have a doubt this is seongwoo

“never happening” you say teasingly

“i like her, she’s definitely a keeper” said the shortest one

and before you knew it the other 5 guys came back with their masks and all 10 of them were incredibly sweet said they hoped their friend was treating you properly

the one with the broad shoulders saying if he didn’t, to come to them and they’ll handle it

all of them agreed

you genuinely already adored those boys already and loved spending time with them

but all of them had people to meet and duties to attend to

so you parted ways

other than meeting people you spent the whole time with your mysterious partner

he was so so sweet

and such a gentleman

he always made sure you were comfortable and treated you like a princess

he also had the most impeccable manners

and not to mention the conversation never stopped flowing

your heart could not handle it

it fluttered, did backflips and died way too many times for you to count

you never thought it was possible to like someone this quickly

but you did and you loved every moment with him

especially dancing in his arms

the night was so much fun

all because of this one mysterious guy

you were dying to find out who he was

and before you knew it your mysterious guy was holding your hand leading you to the deserted gorgeous garden which was lit up with fairy lights

it was a few minutes before midnight

you faced each other getting ready to take the masks off

“you ready?” he asked slightly nervous

“definitely” you assured him

taking a deep breath both of you counted down “1, 2, 3″  

slowly you both took of your masks revealing your faces

you felt like your heart had a heart attack as you recognised his face

“MINHYUN??!!”

“Y/N??!!!”

you both exclaimed at the same time

you couldn’t deny it, it was minhyun

in all of his perfect handsome glory and of course at that moment he decided to do the hand through the hair thing

but why was his voice so different?

“minhyun why is your voice different?” you asked

“i have a sore throat, why the sudden hair change?” he asked in return

you groaned internally you dyed your hair of course he didn’t recognise you

“for the dress” you saw weakly

you both just stood there trying to process the whole situation

minhyun was cursing the guys for not telling him

you processed that you just interacted with THE HEIRS

and they knew who you were and approved?!!!

minhyun interrupted your thoughts by softly saying “y/n really thank you for the amazing night i haven’t had this much fun in probably years but it’s completely fine for you to go and search for other company” he ended dejectedly but politely

you were completely bewildered and asked earnestly “why would i want to do that?”

he looked a bit shocked too “because you don’t like me?”

“what do you mean i don’t like you??” you asked confused

“well you didn’t return my jacket in person and you avoid me like the plague” he answered with a touch of sadness and disappointment

you sighed in frustration and before you knew it words were spilling out of your mouth

“minhyun I LIKE YOU, i have since the moment i entered our business class, i avoided you and didn’t return the jacket personally because i knew i had no chance with you and i wanted to get over you not to mention i becoming a red blushing mess incapable of speaking”

you blush super red realising what you just said

but minhyun expression brightened like a million of city lights

he also realised how embarrassed you were

he sweetly said to you “if it helps i like you too, and it’s increased a ridiculous amount after tonight”

your head snapped up at his words “wait hold up, the emperor hwang, the one millions of girls want the attention of, the heir to the empire hotels and basically billions of dollars, likes me?” you said disbelievingly

he blushed more red than you at your compliments and he quietly said “yes y/n i like you a lot”

“i can’t believe it” you said completely shocked

he sounded sincere and you were slowly really believing it

you felt like your heart already died and went to heaven

your mind was going haywire but all of it stopped

to be honest you felt like the world stopped

as you felt a soft hand on your cheek leading you closer to him

you looked into those gorgeous brown eyes of his

his eyes flickered down to your lips and before you knew it

the softest pair of lips were on yours

and you were indulging every second of it

wrapping your arms around his neck

his hands around your waist pulling you even closer to him

you felt fireworks going off in your whole body

but you actually realised there were real fireworks going off which was the signal that it was midnight

you two parted and beamed at each other

“do you believe me now?” he asked with a bit of a smirk

“i do” you say with the biggest smile your arms still around his neck

you realised you just shared a new year’s kiss with minhyun

he came to the same conclusion as you

“happy new year’s minhyun” you said sweetly

“happy new year y/n” he whispered in your ear while hugging you making you melt into a puddle of goo

you both cuddled each other while watching the fireworks

both with the thought that this was the best start of new year either of you had

and both of you hoped to have the same start, the year after the next and for every single new year on

AHH THE FIRST INSTALMENT IS FINALLY HERE!! i want to thank everyone for voting again. i hope this was a good start to the series and i also hope this lived up to people’s expectation of the new series please please let me know if it did. i put a lot of thought and effort into it and i really hope you all liked it. i know it was really long but i hope it was worth your time! thank you for reading and please give me your opinions!!

also huge thanks to iris @alliwannado-w1 my absolute angel who helped me with this mess and its still a mess lol. and helped me make this into a better scenario, eep i hope. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IRIS. if you haven’t ever read her scenarios go to her blog like RIGHT NOW she’s the best writer i know and her scenarios are amazing!!!

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Same Size

A slight twist on the classic “girlfriend wears boyfriend’s sweatshirt” trope. I figure Hiccup’s just the right size to pull it off. Pure Hiccstrid fluff, ‘cause I’m a sucker.

"Hey, Hic?"

Astrid peaked her head around the hallway corner, eyes still intently trained on the whirlwind state of her bedroom. Shirts draped haphazardly across her desk chair, a colourful lumpy jumble; jeans scattered what little carpet was left available, patch-working the floor; socks spilled out of her half closed dresser drawer like a cotton waterfall. The rare winter sun streamed in through the blinds covering the frosty window--cold, but nonetheless brilliant--adding warmth to the rapidly freezing dormitory. The horizontal shadows streaked across her comforter, casting hilariously sad prison bars across the old, scraggly teddybear that had somehow survived the tornado of destruction propped up against her pillow.

"Yeah," he called back, voice far away and hidden behind the daunting mountain of exams he still had to climb.

No doubt Hiccup had his face pressed in a text book, hair smashed up into a porcupine silhouette. The roped braids at the base of his neck probably had been there since last Thursday; he'd be an academically frazzled mess.

"You seen my sweatshirt?" she hollered back, toying with the end of her braid.

"Which one?"

"The grey cross country one? With the orange stripe on the shoulder."

Her only answer this time was a realising hum, muffled by the back of the couch.

She waited a moment, scanning the room one more time, just to be safe. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out where it'd went. She’d had it in her laundry bin last night, all folded and neatly stacked with her running shorts (she remembered because these days, she rarely had time to do laundry, let alone fold), but come to find that it had disappeared when she'd returned from class.

"Hic?"

No answer.

"Hiccup?"

Still nothing.

She started down the hall, towards the living room, padding across hardwood in stocking feet.

"Babe?"

Hiccup was slunk down on the couch, knees to his chest, pen between his teeth; three different highlighters stuck out from between his knuckles, like Wolverine had just fought a pastel rainbow. His legs were cocooned in flannel — apparently he’d neglected to change out of his pyjamas, because he wore sweatpants and--

"My sweatshirt!"

He snorted, spitting the pen onto a pillow and biting the cap off of the yellow highlighter.

"'Ook ooo 'ong 'uff o o'ice," he garbled.

Astrid stood baffled by the bookshelf. "I--I," she stammered, "I really need that, the team dinner is in half and hour."

Hiccup hummed again in response, still engrossed in "Design and Applications of Nanostructured Polymer Blends and Nanocomposite Systems."

"Hiccup..."

He groaned and plunked the thick book down next to him, standing and fixing her with a slightly miffed glare.

"I was in the zone," he grumbled, reaching for the hem —

But she darted forward and stopped him with a gentle touch to the wrist.

Hiccup raised an eyebrow. "What?"

He just looked so hilariously adorable in the hoodie — the sleeves bagged slightly at the biceps and hung loosely around his hips (places that fit her shaped upper-arms and more feminine figure rather snuggly). She bit her lip, trying to contain the explosion of giggles building up inside at the sight of Hiccup “barely-hitting-130-pounds-soaking-wet” Haddock wearing her sweatshirt perfectly. She loved it.

He squinted at her, watching as tomato-red creeped slowly into her cheeks.

“What?” he insisted, a note of suspension colouring his tone.

She couldn’t keep a snort in as she opened her lips to squeak, “Nothing.”

One moment of eye contact and Astrid cracked, doubling over in frame-shaking laughter.

“Oh, come on!” Hiccup whined, throwing his arms up in the air. “It’s not that funny!”

Astrid clutched at his forearm for support.

“No, Hic, it’s amazing!”

He rolled his eyes as she pulled him into a hug by his waist. He set his chin on top of her head, letting his arms dangle at his sides, trying (and failing) to maintain a determinedly sour attitude.

If it were anyone else mocking his stick-esque stature, perhaps he could have mustered some anger. But Astrid’s eyes alit with glittering glee, matching a resplendent smile stretching from ear to ear.

He gave in, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s so funny that I can fit into your clothes. We’re the same size — wow! So abnormal!”

She sobered for a second, gently chuckling. “I suppose I knew that we were — I mean, I’ve shopped for you before — but I’ve never...thought...” her laughs had crescendoed, and Hiccup backed away, hands on his hips.

“Oh, come on, it’s adorable,” she assured.

“You’re not boosting my confidence any.”

They crossed gazes. He exhaled, incredulous, before joining in with her mirth. Hiccup went to pull off the sweatshirt, but Astrid stopped him again.

"No, no, no," she protested, if anything, hoping for him to keep the layer on long enough for her to snap a discrete picture. "Don't bother. I've got others."

"They're not clean, though," he reasoned, shaking off her hand.

"But you were in the zone! Far be it from me to disrupt your flow.”

Hiccup raised an eyebrow, and said flatly, “you are not taking a picture of me, get your hand out of your pocket.”

She choked on air, barely regaining composure before she collapsed once more.

He glowered. “You honestly need to laugh at every embarrassing thing I do?"

She reached up to sweep the fringe out of his eyes.

"Only because I find you unequivocally adorable."

She pressed her lips to his cheek, quick and sweet, and his hands automatically found her hips.

"You should get going," he said, making no move to release her. "You'll be late."

She hummed, rested her forehead on his, made no move to release him, either.

They stood there for many moments, trapped in each other’s eyes, before he pecked her nose, watching it scrunch playfully under the affection. Hiccup slipped from her hold, back towards the couch.

"You know, I tore apart my room looking for that thing,” she asked as she grabbed her keys off the coffee table.

He simpered. "Aww, are you pouting?"

She sized him up briefly. “It looks good on you, you should keep it.”

He stuck his tongue out at her as she passed.

"Have fun!" he called.

As the door swung shut, the last image she had of Hiccup was him, head thrown back, arm raised, lips pouted, striking a ridiculously exaggerated pose in her sweatshirt.

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Late Flights (Rowaelin)

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I couldn’t wait to get home. This hit had proven to be much messier and more involved than I had expected, and I was ready to get home and curl up with a good book. I had just slumped down in a chair when a tinny voice flooded through the airport speakers.

Flight 541 to Terrasen has been delayed due to weather. Please see the service desk for more information. We apologize for any inconvenience.

I glanced down at the ticket in my hand. Flight 541 to Terrasen. Just my fucking luck.

I groaned, glancing at the departures board suspended from the ceiling above me. Sure enough, next to my flight number, DELAYED was printed in giant red letters. I grumbled as I gathered my carry-on bag and jacket, hauling myself to the service desk, where a short line had already formed.

It was bad enough that the only flight back home was a 3 am red-eye, but now it was delayed to Gods knew when. While I was busy brooding, some other poor passenger knocked into me from behind.

“Hey-“ I whirled to face the stranger, but was eye level with a wall of muscle. My gaze traveled from the sculpted chest that was barely covered by a dee blue cotton shirt to their face, where I became entranced by swirling, angular lines of a tattoo and pine green eyes.

“Can I help you?” Those eyes danced in amusement as the silver-haired man crossed his arms over his chest. The sheer beauty of the male standing before me made me acutely aware of the fact that I was in grubby sweats and wasn’t wearing any makeup. I gathered my wits and cut him a glare.

“Watch where you’re going, alright?”

“No problem,” he grunted, and I turned back around. I stepped up to the counter to hash it out with the service representative.

“So when is the plane expected to get in?” Usually, I was much more refined and poised, but getting up at 2 am will make a person weary.

The attendant blinked rapidly before typing something into her computer. “Let’s see… It looks like the next flight should be here in about ten hours.”

I made a strangled sound. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m sorry miss, but your flight will be upgraded free of charge-“ She held out a small pamphlet, which I glared at.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” I swiped the ticket from her hand and stomped back to the waiting area. What the hell was I supposed to do for ten hours? Sleep was out of the question, what with these damn uncomfortable seats and the eerie silence of the near-empty airport. I had only brought one book, and that wouldn’t be enough to keep me busy…

“Damn, this sucks.” The tattooed man from earlier slumped into the seat next to mine, glancing over at me. I looked pointedly around at the rest of the empty seats, raising a questioning brow.

He shrugged. “We’ve got ten hours until our flight, and judging by the way you look put out and honestly somewhat lost, I’d assume you anticipate being just as bored as I am.” Though I appreciated his intuitiveness, I still glared at him.

“I’m Rowan,” he said, undeterred by my iciness.

“Aelin,” I mumbled back, reluctantly shaking his hand. I jerked my chin at him, eyes on the tattoo that swirled from under his collar and onto his cheek, “What’s that for?”

His cool exterior quickly froze over. “Nothing.” He reached up, touching it absentmindedly. “It’s… Personal.” I nodded, dropping the subject. I’d been through enough in my years to know when someone’s past tortured them.

“What brings you to Terrasen?” I tried, deciding he wasn’t so bad.

“Business. You?”

“Home,” I said, and couldn’t contain my smile. I had been away for so long; I was aching to get back to my sprawling countryside home, surrounded by green grass and thick, lush forests that held mountains of secrets. Even now, I could hear my land calling to my blood, beaconing me to come home.

“Beautiful place to call home,” he murmured, completely genuine.

“It is.”

There was a few beats of awkward silence before I blubbered, “So what do you do?”

Rowan quirked a brow at me, a smile tugging on his sharp lips. “I’m assuming you mean my job.”

I nodded, rolling my eyes. “Yes, your job.”

“Well,” he started, shifting in his seat to face me more fully, “I’m afraid that’s sensitive information. Given on a need to know basis, and since we’re two strangers stuck in an airport… I don’t think you’re privy to that.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, surveying his efficient demeanor and loose clothing. The attire was carefully chosen to blend in in a crowd, but was loose and flexible enough to allow free range of motion. The set of his shoulders was confident and strong, yet cautious. His eyes flicked around the room every few seconds, noting exits and marking people as they milled about. I’d done my fair share of reading people, what with being an assassin and all, and I knew one of my kind when I saw them.

Well, when I wasn’t groggy, at least.

“You’re a hitman,” I guessed, and was rewarded with wide green eyes.

“Keep your damn voice down,” he hissed, inadvertently leaning in closer. “How the hell did you guess that?”

I shrugged, a lopsided smirk on my lips as I picked at my nails. “Maybe we’ve chosen similar career paths.” He scoffed, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze raked over me, noting the loose braid of my light hair and the perfect manicured fingernails.

“Yeah right,” he said, unimpressed. “Like you’d ever do anyone’s dirtywork.”

“That’s why it’s the perfect cover. No one ever expects death from a pretty, tiny woman like me.” I shot him a devil’s smile, and he blinked.

“Alright,” he relented, holding up his hands in surrender. “Let’s not mix work with pleasure though, yeah?”

“Sure, handsome. Let’s talk about you.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “What do you do for fun?”

“Fun?” He barked out an amused laugh. “I don’t have time for fun.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could make time,” I mused, boldly throwing my legs over his lap. He stared at them, utterly bewildered. I threw my head back and laughed at his helpless expression.

“What, too casual for you?”

“I barely know you,” he protested, shoving my feet back to the floor. I huffed, but didn’t try and replace them.

Pouting my lower lip, I grumbled, “And here I thought we were friends.”

He studied me for a few heartbeats, his intense green eyes noting every detail of my posture and appearance. “Perhaps we could be. We do have-“ he glanced at his designer watch- “nine hours and fifty-two minutes until our plane arrives.”

I grinned, wide and inviting. “I’ll accept that challenge.”

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wanna one as types of boyfriends

yoon jisung:

the walking meme. everything he does is fucking hilarious. you literally have 2000 photos of him on your phone which could be edited into potential memes. there’s never a sad/boring day in your life. he’s actually always super excited about everything and you always sometimes question his mental age but you still think it’s really cute. always makes stupid puns and jokes to make you laugh (that sometimes even results to self degradation). all that makes him happy is seeing you smile, so he makes that his daily goal. likes to send you weird pictures of him using different filters on snapchat that you obviously screenshot. he’s super funny and your whole family loves him, especially the kids. “auntie when are you getting married to uncle jisung?” “soon” “um jisung wtf stop lying to the kids” “i never said i was lying”

ha sungwoon:

the tea sipper. he has the dirt on everyone, and i mean everyone. knows what’s going on in your life, your neighbor’s life, and your second cousin’s uncle’s grandfather’s life. your dates consist of gossiping with the neighborhood aunties every week at the book club he organized. wants to know how your day is and knows you so well that he can tell when your feeling down. sings to make you feel better, and if that doesn’t make you smile, he’ll probably pull out the big guns and start dancing to girl’s day something. doesn’t mind embarrassing himself if it makes you happy :’). doesn’t like it when you call him cute bc he’s “manly not cute”. tries to fight other people when they talk shit about you. talks a lot!!! like when you’re trying to catch some z’s, all he does is talk about how your neighbor’s husband is cheating on her with her sister??? “omg don’t tell anyone but jisoo’s husband is cheating on her with her own sister” “wtf how do you know?? did you stalk her husband again??” “no way, i was throwing away the trash and i saw them?? coincidentally??”

hwang minhyun:

the perfectionist. a little ocd and always needs everything to be super clean and organized. he told you that he had perfect attendance in school and always had straight a’s. his skin is perfect, his visuals are perfect, and his voice is perfect. sometimes you feel like he’s too good for you, but then you remember how much of an awkward loser he is in real life. texts you the most romantic things, but can’t say it in person to you. you like to tease him a lot for being an awkward antisocial person. very easily embarrassed person. not a big pda person. blushes a lot. doesn’t know how to convey his feelings into words or actions, but it’s okay bc you know he’s trying hard. he looks like a cold tsundere but sike he’s a soft mochi on the inside. smiles a lot more now bc “you make me happy i guess”. 

ong seongwoo:

the prankster. he loves messing around with you and pissing you off. one time he put blue dye into your body wash and you came out of the shower looking like a smurf. you guys end up having prank wars and once you even super glued his feet into his shoes. when he’s not thinking of ingenious plans to prank you, he’s actually a really sweet boyfriend. sometimes he takes you out on spontaneous dates to that fancy restaurant across town to make up an excuse to see you wear a beautiful dress. but he loves taking you on midnight rides. like he’ll drive you in silence as you enjoy the night sky and talk to you about random things and let you rant about your inner thoughts. “stop staring at me ong!! focus on the road” “you’re just too beautiful. you distracted me”

kim jaehwan:

the musician. he confessed to you in broad daylight while playing the guitar and singing a song written for you. you guys were sitting on a bench in the city and he randomly whips out his guitar and starts singing. a crowd gathers around you eventually, and they cheer when you accept his confession. he likes to write songs in the middle of the night, so you’ll probably wake up at 3 AM and hear him playing random chords on the piano and writing lyrics in the dark. he writes songs thinking about you and likes to sing to you when you have trouble sleeping. also super extra!! likes to boast about things that he can’t do like karate and playing soccer. he told you that he used to play soccer in middle school, but when you actually took him out to play he said “yeah i played soccer. i played fifa” “ugh i hate you so much right now”

kang daniel:

the gamer. he’s a huge fucking loser, and he loves playing league and overwatch and basically every game ever. tried to teach you how to play league once but you never understood anything, so he ended up carrying the team and winning. spends 95% of his time indoors, but he also likes to cuddle with you when he’s gaming. makes you sit on his lap while he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head when he plays. likes taking you to comicon or any other nerdy convention. but it’s endearing to see him so excited about cosplayers. “cosplay with me next year” “lol how about a no”

park jihoon:

the prince. on top of his handsome looks and dancing skills, he was also born with a silver spoon in his mouth. buys you everything you’ve ever wanted and then some. but you’re not interested in materialism ok yes you are but you’re more interested in him. so he doesn’t really understand love?? like he’s always been loved by his parents but he tries his hardest to convey his feelings for you without extravagant gifts. like this is the first time someone told him that they didn’t want a new car and he doesn’t understand why you don’t want a mercedes benz but it’s your loss?? he takes you to nice dates at super expensive high end restaurants while you assure him that getting a take-away pizza is always fine too. wears gucci and givenchy and saint laurent and tries to buy you clothes from there too but one dress is worth more than your life??? he likes to sleep on your shoulder while you stroke his hair. really cute relationship full of $$$. if you need a sugar daddy you know who to call. “you want a new car?” “wtf no i want a new boyfriend” “>:((((”  

park woojin:

the shy turned wild one. yeah he was really shy when you first met but now he wildin. you tried taking him to a family party once but he was getting too into his dancing and ended up grinding the floor. what happened to the shy bean that couldn’t look you in the eye?? sometimes he’s still really shy around people he just met, and he kind of attaches himself to you. but dancing really makes him let everything go, and he tries to teach you choreographies to your favorite songs. taught you how to dance to red velvet and exo and rap to okey dokey. dates consists of dance lessons and chilling at home watching smtm together. bet milk tea on who’s going to make it to the finals. “yo it’s gonna be nucksal” “oh hell no i’m betting on hangzoo” “wow it’s only bc you like zico & dean more smh i thought you loved me”

bae jinyoung:

the nerd that turned hot. you known him since elementary school but boy did he glow up in high school. the last thing you remember was him being that smart nerd that never talked, but now he has a whole army of girls chasing after him. outside appearance may have changed but he’s still a nerd. dates consists of chilling at home and watching the latest episode of the anime y’all like while cuddling. takes you to animecon where you cringe at the weebs but where he enjoys every moment of it. likes taking you to manga and anime stores. dreams of going to japan with you. also likes to buy you cute couple charms for your phone. “i bought you the touka charm bc you’re the touka to my kaneki” “you’re such a fucking weeb lmao but sasaki is better”

lee daehwi:

the foreign swagger. yeah he lived in america for 4 years, that’s why he’s here man. just kidding, he’s a super adorable boyfriend that sometimes mixes up his languages when he’s flustered. super caring and always frets over you. nags you a lot when you get sick. “i told you not to go outside without a jacket!” but really good music tastes. makes different spotify playlists for you to listen to when you’re sad or tryna to get turnt. likes shopping dates!! he is your personal fashion designer and buys cute dresses when he thinks you look cute in them. “i thought this color suited you really well, so i bought it!” “um but it says it’s $300″ “oops?”

lai guanlin:

the athlete. he likes every sport but he’s super obsessed with basketball dude. like he’ll take you out to the nearest basketball court to shoot with him even if you can’t make a shot for your life. dw he’ll teach you the proper shooting form and how to dribble. you’ll end up having lots of cute basketball dates and afterward he’ll probably take you out for ice cream. likes to rest his head in your lap as he practices his shooting form laying down. lots of after-practice cuddles. “ew guanlin you’re so sweaty. get off of me” “no i like staying with you like this”

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