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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Azriel x Reader | Oblivious

type: fluff warning(s): just pure fluff word count: 2.3k words request: Hello🤗 are your requests still open? If so can I request some friends to lovers with mutual pining for azriel. Love your writing by the way☺️☺️ Obviously everyone in the IC notices it and tries to help them a little bit.

“It was a joke,” you cackle, tears rolling out of your eyes. Azriel is merciless. His fingertips dig into your sides, tickling you with a devilish grin on his face. “A joke,” you pant, your stomach muscles flexing, air wheezing in and out of your lungs. “Stop it!” You try to swat at the shadowsinger’s shoulder, trying to wiggle him off of you, but it is useless.

“Then take it back,” Azriel orders, trying to act all stern and indifferent as his usual demeanor seems to be. The stress is on usual. When he is with you he is different.

From the first moment that you and Azriel have become friends he has felt different. He felt so loved —in a friendly way only, of course. It was a feeling that filled his chest with warmth every time he saw you, that made him smile like a dork when just thinking about you and—

Alright, it was not just a friendly way in which he thinks about you. Yes, you started as friends, but gods! Look at you—how should Azriel not fall for you?

For the shadowsinger it seems like a sheer impossibility to not create feelings for you. In his eyes you are the epitome of perfection. Your laugh, your smile, your cheeky remarks, how you help him out of his loneliness, how you laugh at his jokes, how you are there for him after especially difficult and dreadful missions. How you are generally always there for him. How you have his back, how much you support him and how much you like spending time with him as well.

“A joke?“ Azriel‘s brow raises in challange, his hand stilling on your hip, holding you down, his other hand pressing down on your shoulder when he leans over you.

“Yes, a joke!“ you try to defend yourself, tears still in your eyes from all the laughter. Your belly hurts, the muscles sore from how much you have cackled in the past minutes. You exhale a loud breath when you meet Azriel‘s gaze, his eyes like heated honey, full of life and light, sparkling with an emotion you can‘t quite place.

Azriel glancs at you, how your chest heaves with deep inhales and how bright your eyes look, glancing up at him with so much admiration and…love? Is it love? Or is it just love in a friendly way.

He has no time to ponder any longer when you sit up quickly, coming face to face with him, noses nearly touching, mere inches from each other, breathing the same air. “You have to learn to understand a bit of fun, shadowsinger,“ you drawl, your voice coming out much more breathy than intended. It is probably this closeness that does these things to your body, that makes tiny tingles appear in your belly and your mind lose focus.

Azriel draws in a deep breath, eyes still locked with yours and only momentarily dropping to your lips before jumping back up. “I understand fun,“ he whispers, lips nearly brushing yours. “I understand a lot of fun.“

“I doubt that, shadowsinger,“ you answer, cocking your head and arching a brow. You just have to leave this closeness, otherwise you would probably make a move and that move would be kissing him. And kissing him…that could not happen. You were friends. He saw you as a friend and a friend only, it would be so out of place to kiss him.

A kernel of frustration blooms in Azriel‘s chest. Has he maybe thought that this would lead to your very first kiss? Maybe, yes. Has he had hopes at least? He definitely did.

But well, you see him as a friend, a friend only, Azriel knows this. So kissing you would have totally been out of place.

Inhaling deeply, Azriel tries to calm his rapidly beating heart, hoping to slow it, as it is now beating in his throat from just thinking about kissing you. His shadows swirl happily around his body, wings tucking in as they used to twitch from excitement. Too much is somehow happening in his mind and body and Azriel is kind of anxious that the moment he parts his lips to say anything, only weird rambling with leave his mouth. So he forces a weak smile to his lips, hoping that you are the one who says something first.

“Have you tried measuring?“

Your feisty, quirky mouth, Azriel thinks, bringing his hand up and flicking your cheak. “Yes, you little ass, Cassian has done that a few times already and that is how we know.“

“And if I ask Cass?“

“He will obviously say his wingspan is the largest,“ Azriel says, rolling his eyes, but chuckling lowly. Your eyes are so bright when they meet his that his heart nearly bursts out of his chest. A grin appears on your face, mischievous and wicked and you lean closer again. “Well, how do we now find out who is lying?“

Also leaning forward, Azriel noses presses against yours, his scent of night-chilled and cedar slowly seeping into your nostrils, his shadows peeling of his body, sliding towards you, almost tentatively brushing over your skin. “You just trust me and that is it. Unless you want to measure. I would love to see how you ask the High Lord if he is willing to do it.“

His brow arches in a cocky way, challenge and confidence lacing his features. You smile, his warm breath tingling your skin, his closeness having your heart beat frantically. “Maybe I just–“

“Games evening is about to start!“

You are almost fuming, wanting to stand up and let your palm make contact with Cassian‘s face. But no, you are not violent and there is no blame to place on Cassian.

Rapidly snatching your heads back, you both lean as far away from each other as it is possible from sitting on the couch. Colour blooms high on Azriel‘s cheeks, his shadows vividly encircling their owner. You feel warmth fill you from your cleavage up to the top of your head, your cheeks a deep beet root red.

“I-I…I—“

“I think we should go to—“

“Family dining you,“ you finish for him. Smiling weakly and slowly wiggling of the couch. You wipe your hands, that are clammy with sweat, down your thighs, clearing them off the sweat. Azriel also stands, clearing his throat, rolling back his shoulders and craning his neck before adjusting both his pants and shirt, nervously pulling fumbling with the edges.

You mumble some incomprehensive words under your breath when you head for the door, Azriel letting you go first and you slide into the big family dining room where everyone is already sat around the table, leaving only two places between Mor and Cassian empty. Two places for Azriel and you. Because, other than the two of you, the Inner Circle is not so oblivious. They know of our equal pining and know that you two are just two fools in love who are just a but too blind. Cassian happily pats the place next to him, signalling for Azriel to take a seat while you stroll over to Mor‘s side and plop down on the chair next to her.

“What have you been up to? Cass called at least four times before you finally reacted,“ Nesta chuckles and shoots you a wink. A wink that has you blushing even more, because you are almost one hundred percent positive that she knows exactly what you two have been up to. Obviously Nesta has always noticed you or Azriel stealing glances at each other during dinner, during training, during…basically everything. And yes, both of you always says that you are just friends, but Nesta sees right through it. Sees right through the lie and knows you two are just too blind.

“Just talking,“ you quickly answer, grabbing the wine bottle from the middle of the table and pouring some into your glass. “Must have been an intense talk,“ Cassian chuckles.

You meet Azriel‘s gaze who sits down next to you, his lips forming a grin that has you giggling loudly. Your gazes locked, you both laugh, because yes, the talk has been intense. Somehow at least.

You find yourself in your own bubble for a moment, both laughing at this insider, eyes not once leaving the other‘s, cheeks rosy, heart swelling and chest warming. Only Rhys clearing his throat fetches you back to reality. He places a stack of all kinds of games on the table.

Game night is also always intense. No one really likes losing, all of you are quite eager and so you all give your best, battling each other and trying to beat each other with wit, intelligence, speed or knowledge.

“Cheating!“ Cassian hollers and shoves Azriel who tumbles onto you. He catches himself with bracing his hand on the table, still his shoulder and head knocks against you. Glancing at you, a few strands of onyx hair topple over his forehead and you really have to try hard not to push them out of his face. Laughing you both turn away from each other after another round of intense eye contact. You are feeling so hot and actually want to announce that you want to take a break and head outside on the balcony for a moment but Rhys interrupts you and throws in another game. It is a game about tactic and speed and it is played in pairs and obviously everyone immediately decides that you and Azriel will be a team.

A little bit tipsy from the fairy wine you excitedly express your happiness about being in a team with him and that you will beat everyone asses. Azriel, although he knows it is probably the effect of the faery wine, can‘t suppress the big grin, reaching from one ear to the other, to creep up on his face. Because, yes, he is also more than happy and excited. You are merciless–the others don’t even have a chance to win, having to play against to very competitive and eager opponents. And yes, Azriel and you obviously win, celebrating your big success, loudly and happily. Well, you do. Azriel stays his normally calm and reserved, holding your hand while you jump up and down, waving his hand around in the air and telling everyone to take a good look at the two glorious winners. And yes, the fairy wine has definitely been a bit too strong.

But Azriel loves this. Loves seeing you like this, behaving this free-spirited and excited. He watches you with admiration in his eyes, his heart swelling with happiness and pride about having someone like you in his life.

Only after another round of the same game and you really needing some fresh air does Azriel finally get some time alone with you. He leads you out onto the balcony, his scarred hand softly placed on your lower back, shoving you through the door and guiding your over to the railing. The night is calm, a bit cool, but nevertheless more than peaceful.

Velaris is bright with fairy lights when you look down on the city, some chatter, laughter, music still reaching you up there. It is beautiful, phenomenal and once again you can only thank the Mother for making this your home town. Not only because of the beauty of the city but also because of the people living here. Azriel being one of them, the most important you might say.

“So…” You draw in a deep inhale, hands braced on the railing, leaning against it and looking up at the sky filled with stars.

“That was fun,” Azriel says, his voice barely above a whisper when he leans against the railing as well, his gaze moving to you, staying. “You look beautiful today, by the way. Always actually, but especially tonight. I love it when your hair is down. It looks really…nice,” Azriel blabbers, colour filling his cheeks. He averts his gaze for a moment, the cocky confidence from early vanishing, leaving a slightly shy shadowsinger behind. But he looks back to you, bracing his feet on the ground and bites down on his lower lip.

“Actually you look stunning. Y/N, I…I really like you.” He is smiling fully and bright when you also turn to him. The sky illuminates behind him, it is close to Starfall, some spirits and stars already travelling above your heads. He looks stunning, like a god of midnight.

“I really like you, too,” you say, closing the distance between the two of you, your hands sliding over Azriel’s. Your chests are nearly touching when you glance up at him, Azriel is still looking at you. “More than just as friends?” You dip your chin, a silly grin plastering your face. “Yes, more than just as friends.”

A relieved sigh slips through the spymaster’s lips and in an instant his arms wrap around you. “Thank the Mother. I have…or still am falling so hard for you. Gods, Y/N, I love you.”

“I love you,” you express and cannot hold back any longer. You close the distance between your mouths, your heart doing happy leaps when the soft skin of his mouth comes in contact with your lips. You almost melt into the kiss, your souls glowing about finally united, about finally finding their equal. You revel into the kiss, into his soft touch, into the feel of Azriel’s lips against yours, his shadows brushing over your back, his scent filling your nostrils. This is it. This is perfect.

“You are perfect.” Azriel pulls back and smiles. “More than anything I could have ever hope for. Are you mine now? Finally.”

“All yours. And you are mine.”

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#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #acosf

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hanafubukki · 5 months

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*Breaks down your wall*

Spooder anon here! Sorry for the radio silence I just couldnt get any new ideas for my bbg Peter smh😔😔😔😔

But now I have one ig so here it goes. Theres this documentary I watched about this woman who had insects living in her body. Well only a bit of it since im a p****y. Ever since then im scared of bugs just enteribg my body and destroying it inside out. Imagine MC just having this convo with Peter when he asked her why shes abit afraid of bugs.

Oh yeah another idea what about the draconias giving Peter a month long vacation. For his long and important service and for his troubles. Then MCs all like 'oh yeah I suggested to them to give you some compensation for everything they put you through. Anyways your welcome. Have fun!' Now Peter can go wherever he wants for a month. Of course this doesnt beat having the Draconias cutting their spending habits but this is good as well.

[Masterlist]

…at least it wasn’t my door this time 🤣🤣

Hello Spooder Anon, is this you:

(I had to do it, you gave me too easy of an opportunity not too 😂)

No need to be sorry btw, it’s all good. The way you dote on Peter is adorable.

You have way more courage than I do because I would never be able to watch that movie. 🙃🙃 The arachnoid movie already traumatized so one with bugs living inside you? No thank you.

Peter finally gets the break he deserves! Good for him! Hundreds of years dealing with the Draconia finally paid off…right?

He never knew freedom would be so freeing. It was as if he took a fresh breath of air after centuries of being locked away.

…which technically was true if he thought about it long enough.

But where to go?

Well, no matter. He’ll figure it out.

Enjoying a drink by the beach was nice, he admitted.

The sun was bright and it hurt his eyes, but nothing an umbrella didn’t fix.

The breeze certainly was relaxing.

But why did he feel bored?

Is this what humans call restlessness?

Maybe he was more tired than he thought or maybe he needed a new hobby after having none for centuries.

Reading books for enjoyment was fun, but he enjoyed learning to paint so much more.

After staring at pages for so long, he thought he would be sick of it, but the ability to create at his fingertips brought him more joy than he realized.

So, for the rest of his break. He did just that. He read books and he painted.

Life is great.

“What do you have there dear?”

“A painting! Peter painted while on his vacation.”

“…What is it?”

“He said it was a puppy at the beach.”

“This painting looks nothing like that.”

“Stop! I think it’s cute.”

Peter has a new hobby. He likes painting 💞🥳

Good for him, hopefully he didn’t come back to too much chaos. 🤣☺️

As for why painting? I don’t know. I felt like it would calm him to just sit and stare at scenery and try and recreate it. Calming a mind that is always anxious, you know?

Though I did have the funny idea of him just drawing with multiple arms too 😂, but he’s happy so that’s all that matters.

#answered #anonie ask #🌺Spooder Anon🌺#Peter the spider fae #spider fae accountant #twst knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge

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nerdazzler · 10 months

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✨What I think you act like based on your favorite twst dorm✨

(This is all for shits and giggles people. None of this is meant to be taken seriously it’s just my opinion.)

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Heartslabyl

You either simp for riddle, Or kin him. No in between

You’re a pretty upbeat and cheerful person

You’re really cheerful and yet are also pretty shy and don’t talk to a lot of people, you have good friends though!

Okay I get it you like riddle 🥲 (god damn 😭)

50/50 y’all can bake (teach meeeeee)

Y’all can be pretty weird sometimes (dw me too 😌)

How them mommy issues workin out for ya? 😀

Ayo…any..any deuce kinnies looking for an ace kin wanna hmu 👀🤙 (jk jk…unless 👀 we can be friends 👉👈)

I’ll take a trey kinnie too (he says in riddle and cater kin ☺️🫶)

Savanaclaw

Either Leona simps,Stans, or kins

Where tf are all the jack ppl?!

Y��all think ruggie is a skrunkly and you love him to bits

#stanbrokehyenaboi

Y’all are the more cool laidback type (funny considering the amount of jocks in the dorm)

Very knowledgeable and wise about things, I like that about you guys!

You guys are also pretty funny, I like y’all!

Octavinell

you Kin azul. No questions.(Me too, bestie. me too.)

I love you guys, y’all are like SUPER chill.

You either have at least some knowledge of a random sea creature or have an interest in marine biology

How many of you ship JadeAzul? Because I’m sensing a good majority

Jade fans y'all in there too.

I NEED THE FLOYD FANS/STANS/ AND ESPECIALLY THE KINNIES TO STOP COMMENTING ON MY HEIGHT 😭🤚

I like y’all, you’re really laidback yet funny as shit

Some of the octavinell fans need to calm tf down (they are Minors 😨!!)

Wut you planning 🤨

Y’all be weird as shit sometimes (love it tho 🫶)

Show me ur art 👀

If you kin Floyd I as a riddle kin automatically fear you /j

Any jade kins wanna talk? (*poses in azul kin*😎👌)

Scarabia

I love y’all too! You guys are so fun to chat with

Y’all are the deep thinking type or the impulsive idea type

Jamil or Kalim. pick one, and you can’t say both. 😡

Y’all can sometimes be a lil unhinged I will admit-

How many Jamil apologists and defenders y’all got up in there? 🤭

#letkalimbesad fr

Where my fellow Kalim kin’s at!? (Dm meeee I wanna be friendsss 😚✌️)

…I’m also a Jamil kin too,,,(but more of a Kalim kin ☺️)

YOU GUYS COME UP WITH SOME OF THE COOLEST SHIT ISTG.

Pomfiore

WHERE TF MY POMFIORE PPL AT!?

I barely see y’all wtf 😨 (I Have literally never met a pomforie fan in my life so all of this is from observation)

You like vil. That’s all ima say.

YA’LL ROOK FANS BE WILDIN SOMETIMES LIKE GOD DAMN.

Yeehaw boy fans stand up.

You definitely have a cute looking artstyle. It’s cute but is hella well detailed.

Ignhyde

be my friend pls 🥹🙏

Y’all smart

You guys are so sweet

Can you share some of ur snacks pls 👀🤲 (I know you got a snack hoard.)

How many plushies you got🤨?

Y’all either actually like gaming, drawing. Or both (Mainly drawing tho.)

I’m assigning all the idia fans the song “Emo Boy” by Ayesha erotica (I do not support her) and you can’t tell me I’m wrong. BECAUSE I KNOW HOW SOME OF YA’LL BE ACTIN 🤨

Ortho fans where 🤔 (no I don’t mean simps*nastyass-* I mean people that genuinely like ortho’s character)

Diasomnia

y’all shy or really chill and barely talk to people and yet are some of the most interesting people to talk with

I don’t see a lot of you! Where y’all at?!

You either like malleus a lil too much or Lilia No in between.

Sliver Stan’s idk where y’all at 😟

Baul and general lilia fans STAND UP. I SEE YOU HIDING IN THE BACK OVER THERE. NO NO NO NO DONT YOU TRY TO RUN AWAY 😡

You. Nice, Amazing, Beautiful, Talented Human Being. Gimme a hug 🫂

I can be the Kalim to your silver *lip bites* /j

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seasonsbloom · 2 years

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congrats on 500! very much deserved ☺️ i want to get my ask in early for…..fake dating with bradley. i feel like he’d oddly get really into it, man is a showman thru and thru

♡ pairing ; rooster x female!reader

♡ wc ; 1.2k

♡ warnings ; a creepy dude tries to hit on you?, mentions of alcohol consumption

♡ note ; thank you so so so much for requesting jordan :(( you're so right!!! if this was longer, i definitely would have gotten into rooster pulling out all the stops. that man would buy couple looks for him and his fake girlfriend, change my mind.

The guy is there again.

You spot him across the bar the moment he comes in, so attuned to it by now that it’s all you do. Like there’s some kind of radar newly installed inside of you. You look for him around corners and in supermarkets and especially at night when you do the five-minute trek from your job to your apartment in the dark of the night, only intercepted by flickering streetlights.

It was fun in the beginning when you met him at the bar: A bit of harmless flirting, a few winks, a number scribbled on a napkin. But then you didn’t call him, too busy and too shy and honestly not interested enough, and suddenly it wasn’t all that fun anymore.

Suddenly, it got scary. Every time you arrive for drinks with your friends, he lingers somewhere at your periphery. By the toilets, by the jukebox, by the pinball machine. Always keeping an eye on you. Always glowering, always nursing a drink, only disappearing outside for periodic breaks and then coming back reeking of cigarettes.

It’s not like he ever does anything, and so you’re too embarrassed to tell your friends about it, to ask them to change locations for your Friday post-work drinks, when the Hard Deck has been a firmly cemented part of the routine for years. What if they laugh at you? What if they think you’re overreacting? What if they tell you not to act like the whole world revolves around you, not to be so full of yourself that you think any guy that looks at you in crowded bars might be a stalker?

So nothing really bad has happened - but the fear is there. Lodged firmly in your chest, sinking its ugly, icy claws into you at every turn. The fear that something could happen, something really, awfully, truly bad. You don’t want to end up on Dateline.

And tonight, you’re alone. One of your friends just canceled, citing a cold, and the other two are stuck in San Diego’s rush-hour traffic. So you’re alone at your usual table in the corner, in a new dress that suddenly seems too short, fidgeting with the glass of gin and tonic in front of you, drawing shapes into the condensation that do nothing to calm the racing of your heart.

You glance at the guy again, just to gauge how far he is from you. But when you spot him leaning against the wall, he’s already looking at you. Your eyes meet, and ice-cold, instantaneous panic trickles into you.

Oh god, you think as he pushes off the wall, as he grins at you, oh god, no. That wasn’t intentional. Oh god.

He pushes his way through the crowd, and you look around, frantic, both hands gripping the table’s edge, heart in your throat, eyes burning, and then… You spot a flicker of something colorful.

“Rooster!”

You rise half out of your chair, waving frantically.

Rooster turns around, genuine confusion on his face. You remember him vaguely from a drunk night a month or two ago when your friend’s friend Phoenix introduced her fellow Naval aviators to you. He’d been nice enough, a little absent-minded, drinking beer and bobbing his head along to Springsteen tunes. Wearing the same fading Hawaiian shirt.

Mostly, you remember his face from a rather embarrassing, rather steamy dream you had about a day or two later. What can you say? The mustache might look like it’s jumped right out of a 70s porno, but it sorta works for you.

Which makes you seriously worry about your taste in men, but that’s beside the point.

He raises an eyebrow but comes over anyway. Smiles at you. Says, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you answer. “You remember me?”

Rooster nods. “Phoenix’s friend, right?”

And then he even repeats your name, and it shouldn’t matter, but it sort of makes your heart stutter. You wish you could indulge in the giddy feeling, in the oh my god, he remembers me of it all, but over his shoulder, the man is still approaching, something unreadable, something dark, something frightening on his face.

You don’t know what you look like, but Rooster’s brows furrow as he looks at you.

“You alright?”

“I…” You pause, wonder if maybe you’ve read too many romance books, wonder if you’ve watched too many Hallmark movies, but then you think fuck it, who cares, whatever. “The guy behind you… he’s been bothering me for some time now.”

Something like anger crosses Rooster’s face. His mustache trembles a little bit.

“Did he hurt you? I can…”

“No, nothing like that, just….” You shrug, suddenly helpless. “Can you… I know this sounds insane, but will you just pretend to be my boyfriend? Please? Only for like five minutes….”

Your voice starts trailing off towards the end of the sentence. Nerves set in, tingle up your spine, turn your insides liquid. God, this must be the worst idea of all time. You don’t even know Rooster, can’t explain why you’re asking him this.

Just… There's something about him that makes you feel strangely, inexplicably safe. You want him to stay with you a little longer.

Rooster’s throat moves as he swallows, looking down at you with something searching in those brown eyes. That gaze almost makes you squirm on the spot.

And then suddenly, Rooster’s arm is sliding around your waist, his nose is buried in your hair, and he’s whispering, “Sorry for not asking first, I’ll stop touching you in a second.”

In your chest, your heart flutters like a robin. You don’t even want him to stop touching you.

He withdraws, turning both of you to face the guy. He’s stopped just a step or two from your table, brows furrowed over dark, glinting eyes, an expression on his face as if he’s just bitten into a lemon. Your first instinct is to shrink back, to hide behind Rooster, but he gives your waist a reassuring squeeze.

Suddenly, it’s not so difficult. Suddenly, you don’t feel so afraid. Not with Rooster there.

“You got a problem, pal?” Rooster asks, and you can feel the echoes of his voice rumbling in his chest.

The man’s eyes flicker towards you just for a second, then he looks back at Rooster. Seems to gauge his chances. Deem them relatively low.

He shrugs, jerks his head, disappears into the crowd.

You let out a shuddering breath, letting go of all that fear that’s been building for weeks, that’s been weighing you down more than you’d like to admit.

“Thank you,” you whisper, stepping away from him, leaving the circle of his arms reluctantly. “That… I’m sorry. But thank you. You helped me so much.”

Rooster throws another glance in the direction the man disappeared in, something vigilant in his eyes. Then he looks down at you, and the steel in his gaze dissolves. Eyes, once again, like molten chocolate.

“No worries,” he says, smiling softly. “I’ll leave you to it.”

You nod dumbly, watch his retreating back as you slowly sink down into your chair again.

And then Rooster stops, halfway to the counter, turns around, says your name.

Once he’s sure he has your attention, he smiles, almost bashfully.

He delivers the killing blow, the thing you’re sure you’ll think about for years to come, that will crawl beneath your skin, into your bloodstream, and settle there, live there, grow there.

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime. Real or fake.”

#rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #mine #drabble #roosterdrabble

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writingwife-83 · 6 months

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Hello! 🙂

For you, what would be Ben and Rey's gestures, habits and actions to show love, affection and care for each other in their married life?

Ooh a fun question! ☺️ I think for Ben he would do general caretaking for Rey. It’s not a new hc I know, but I do think he’d do a lot of cooking for her. And also having snacks on hand for when she gets hangry lol. I think he’d be quick to step in and take care of something she finds stressful, or at least help with it. And if she wasn’t feeling good for any reason, he’d be All Over That. 😆 making her tea, drawing a bath, getting her favorite cozy blankets, etc. He’d know that for most of her life there was no one there to care for and comfort her, so he’d want to do that.

And as for Rey, I think she’d show Ben love by reassuring him often. He didn’t get that as much as he needed when he was growing up. He was afraid he wasn’t good enough and would disappoint the people he loved. So she’d want to make sure he never felt that way again. Rey would remind Ben of the good he’s done and remind him of how much she trusts him and how safe she feels with him. 🥹

And it probably goes without saying, but both of them would also be very physically affectionate. They’d be so touch starved after years of basically being alone. All the cuddles and kisses for them! I can imagine them coming home after spending hours apart and just laying down and holding each other for a good twenty minutes just to reconnect and feel that peace and calm again. ❤️‍🩹

#wifey answers things #reylo #reylo hc #married reylo #and I didn’t specify #but imo this applies to pretty much any universe #thanks for asking!

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anevileyeball · 6 months

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These drawings were gifts, requests, and commissions for people. 😊

From left to right:

#1. Art trade for Bumpkin in Discord of Chamomile

#2. Art trade for @trainno4 of Mako (above) and Lancer (below)

#3. Art trade for @trainno4 of Alma

#4. Request of an OC named Mishi (forgot the person’s username 😩)

#5. Commission of Skorne for BB Donpa

#6.Gift of an OC named Oshi (fun fact, his expression looked more serious until I accidentally inked the mouth into a smile and drew the background to fit the happy, calm mood ☺️)

#7. Request of Alm, Marth, and Ike throughout the years 🙌🏻

While I don’t do art requests anymore, I will still draw gifts for friends when I feel like practicing or just want to 😛. With how busy I’ve gotten lately (and likely busier when the other holidays arrive) I won’t post often but I can still do commissions for an income boost! I might update my commission sheet to be less confusing but the prices will remain the same, so ask me any questions!

#artists on tumblr #art commission info #art comms open #oc art #traditional art #digital art #artgifts #art trade #ocs #others ocs #fanart #reploids #ReploidREVO #twitchREVO #joltREVO

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minquiec · 5 months

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A brief intermission as we cut to a bus that has crashed into my life: the bus also known as choso from the Hit Anime And Manga Jujutsu Kaisen

Yyyyyyookkkayyyyy

Yknow the fixation is fixating when you start making ocxccs about it

Off topic but I've actually only ever made two proper ocxcc ships with lore and planning in them (the first being my genshin one and the second being jipunk which was THIS year (had my genshin one for TWO YEARS which is crazy) so the fact I'm making another shows how much this man is affecting my mental state rn

But it also means I still love my other ships very much so 🎉🎉🎉 even if I don't draw it as much cause I can't focus on two things LOLOL

ANYWAYS ONTO THE ACTUAL POST

I said this on my story but the concept was like, a seperate setting bc I'm toooo dumb to understand jjk lore

AND, this is rlly dumb, THE WHOLE REASON BEHIND THIS SHIP IS BC I JUST WANNA CREATE A CHARACTER FOR HIM TO LOVE,,, (CHOSOYUKI IS CUTE BUT I NEED A DIFFERENT VIBE TO SATISFY MY DESIRE TO SEE THIS MAN HAPPY)

but yeah bc of that their dynamic is like

aloof and reserved individual who doesn't quite understand the concept of love outside of the familial one and is actually quite hesitant and shy abt it x a strange but kind person who slowly teaches him the aforementioned concept

Ok so the idea of how it goes is like choso randomly wakes up in a place

And this is highkey spoilers for like the 'endgame' of this but I'm never gonna make an actual plot sooo (plus I need to explain this before I sound insane)

The inspiration is like Elysian Fields (bit obsessed w this recently, I drew a jipunk piece abt this too) and ITS ALL CAUSE OF CHOSOS NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE IN THE MANGA AND WE'RE ALL FREAKING OUT ABT IT

But yes he wakes up in an unfamiliar field in an unfamiliar place but he's strangely calm about it (dunno why he is but I'll get back to thinking abt it later) but he spots this house in the distance and naturally he goes to it

And so he would meet haruko who's a little strange because she has no last name and isn't bothered by the fact that one. She lives in the middle of absolutely nowhere, and two. That he just shows up

She's even like "oh I haven't had visitors in a long while ☺️"

Aaannnd then cue a slow burn slice of life romance im gonna force them to have bc ASHBBENBKKKRMENJ SLOWBURN AGAGG cause there's no way someone like him is falling at first sight (imo anyways)

(Just a fun fact I fell asleep after writing this part and then woke up again HAHDHS it was 2 am.)

But yeah the situation is literally just the forced proximity trope where it's "oh I have to live with this stranger while I try to understand wtf is going but oh no I appear to have slowly fallen in love"

I just want someone to be nice :(( and kind :(( to him :((((( hold his hand pls and be so nice and gentle w his heart cause he's new at this :((((((((

Thinking abt how it's a slow burn is making me crazy rn cause it means we have a lot of stolen glances AHEGGEFGGG and like getting nervous HHHRGGGGRHH and shyness YYYRYYHGGRHHH and it's mostly all from choso cause I love it when a man falls harder 🔥🔥

Anyways I think that's mostly it for now cause I can't remember what else I wanted to say 🧚

#lorerambles #harucho

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healingsimply · 6 months

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Chapter 2 ❤️

Capturing nature through my love for art and photography.

Hi you amazing people ! welcome back to my blog. This chapter is all about capturing nature through my love for art and photography ☺️ and the impact they have on my life. Although they are both simple things, they bring me so much joy and some sense of healing. The lowest phase of my life was such that I cannot describe, but I certainly can say , I felt lost about who I am and my sense of purpose. For sure I was most overwhelmed with negative emotions , anger being the dominant one. All it took were some small steps , to discovering something that I would enjoy and would gradually bring me peace. Although I always loved art and photography before the traumatic event, I never saw those as something that can be so therapeutic. I guess it was only realized when I needed it the most .

As I said ,I love photography, for now I am just a simple mobile photographer who aspires to possess my own professional camera one day. I would give most thanks to God for his beautiful creations that always tempt me to capture. I just love capturing those gorgeous sunsets, stormy nights, beautiful flowers and those little creatures that hover around in my yard. I always take time to adore and appreciate the beauty of life around me. Its true to say, that the best medicines come from nature 🌺 The sunsets are just so calming.

The way I go crazy during those lightening shows😂 This shot was one of the best I ever captured around 2 years ago. When I capture such moments , I am just glad that I can cease it forever.

Earlier, I just took photos for fun, but eventually , just like that, I developed this profound liking for it. All I know is that, I feel at peace when hold a camera to capture those beautiful moments. There is some sort of unexplainable satisfaction I get when I see what I captured and I feel more confident as I can do something with this talent .

My love for drawing started at quite a young age. I think part of my identity is linked to art. My art pieces may not be liked by many as I noticed quite a number of teens especially are more attracted to anime art pieces. But guess what? It does not bother me at this point. I am more inclined to creating pieces of nature such as landscapes, the sea shores, waterfalls, animals or drawing mostly those board houses from back in the days. I just feel that art cures my soul. Seeing my pieces completed , helped eased my anxieties. Art has been one of the best distractions in my life. Its truly one of the best medicines for me🤗.

That's it for this post guys, I hope you all enjoyed the read. Join me next Saturday for chapter three on my self healing journey.

Yours Truly,

Nal ❤️

#nature #drawing #photography #healing

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fuzzypeachpeanut · 3 months

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Daisy y Jorge😍☺️👊👌🙏😭🤐

Hey everybody is me Jorge first off thanks for praying for me and daisy first learning how to draw and after that we did a little book And then after that we went to eat and then she loves to talk about yesterday was daisy is comfortable cute and adorable embarrassing and jealous guess what daisy sings beautiful and pretty amazing person funny dancing and having fun she was angel I made her laugh she liked it she making new friends and she loved this Program she looked at me calm down herself also daisy told Friend he needs to be happy no more sad 😍 little sister and little brother girl nice person kind person She said don't cry we both feel emotions also everybody daisy always worried about me she loves to sit by her she smile at me please pray for me and daisy okay everybody may god blessed me okay daisy said sorry for everything I texted her Hit me basketball I stepped by her shoes by accident It really worked out good friends are very important Sweet smile girl daisy she said it's okay no body fault okay everybody I promise I will take good care of her she was worried about me she said Jorge are you okay she looked at me I said to her Im okay everybody. I loved her name daisy I loved her purple shoes she loves my sweater okay everybody may god blessed me and her.🤐😭🙏👌👊☺️😍.

#theinvisibledoodlewizard #seal monger #onward #honey lemon #king-crawer

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Hello!! I would like to have a mystery date matchup!! I was kinda shy abt requesting it, but my friend gave me the courage to do it!!

Also, sorry if there's any mistakes in my English. English is not my first language

also also, I would not like to be paired with a villain.

fandom : jjba

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

My hobbies: I love listening to music, singing, drawing, playing guitar and the keyboard (even though I don't play it that well) and watching movies! I also like doing makeup, doing my hair, playing video-games and baking cookies and cakes for my friends and family. I also like playing with my dog.

My Appearence: I'm a brown latina with long dark brown curly hair and really dark brown eyes. I'm 5'2 (1,60m) so, I consider myself to be a bit short. I'm a bit chubby (idk if I can say that I'm thick or something like that, but I consider myself to be chubby) . I also have glasses, bc I'm practically blind without them.

What I want out of a relationship: I want my boyfriend to make me laugh and make me feel like a princess. Someone who I can trust and who would support me on my projects and everything that I do, just like I would love and support him. I would also want him to give me space when I need it and respect me. I would also love someone who's loving and caring 🥺

Dream First Date: I would love to go to an amusement park! Going on the rollercoasters and other scary attractions (I'm a bit scared of heights), then going on the ferris wheel, very romantic! Other date I would imagine is going at his house, or my house. We would watch lots of movies, cuddle and eat lots of sweets ❤️

Personality: I consider myself to be kind and caring with everyone I love. I'm also creative, smart, nerdy, funny, a bit shy with people that I don't know. Once they know me, I'm a bit loud. I'm also a bit of a hot-head. I get annoyed very easily, but chocolate and hugs are just enough to calm me down.

idk if that's enough or if it's too much lol, but I think this sums me up very well ☺️

thank you so much!! I love your stories and hcs ❤️❤️❤️

notes 💌: oh my goodness hello love!! i am so glad your friend gave you the courage to ask for a matchup because i am honored to do so :) with no hesitation, i know the PERFECT character for you!! thank you for requesting anon and i hope you have an amazing valentine's day :)

THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…

JOKSUKE!!

like come on

how perfect is this matchup?!?!

look at me go

tonberry gets a pat on the back for this one lmfaoooo

okay, now onto you, anon :)

he loves that you're so passionate about music

i feel like he could pick up an instrument pretty well and learn how to play pretty dang fast, so teach him a little

he would love that

and then you two play music all the time together

he thinks you are so talented, so it's just him smiling and playing bass/guitar the whole time while goo goo eyeing you

he would LOVE watching movies with you

he would just be obsessed with a cuddle sesh while the two of you just enjoy some movies

please bake him sweets, he will love you forever

he loves that you do your hair and makeup

that doesnt mean he needs you to do it to love you, but he loves that you have fun

plus, he loves dressing up to, so to be a couple that is cool as hell all dressed up together means the world to him

he loves your dog

and your dog loves him <3

HE THINKS YOU ARE GORGEOUS

like he will always be staring at you with heart eyes im not even lying

he loves your figure and just everything about you omg

he will 100% be that boyfriend that you need and love

he does treat you like a princess, calling you gorgeous and taking you out and making sure everyone knows that you two are in love

he is your #1 hype man

no one supports you as much as he does

he cheers you on, even when he cant be there at the moment

and I think him knowing that he has a supporter helps him a lot and really means the world

you two dont argue often because you are so great with communication, but when it does happen, he gives you space, and even when you're not angry at each other and you just need space, he will respect that

he is just overall a very respectful young man and you love him for that

he doesnt care that you're loud because he will be just as loud with you

and if other people judge you for that, he will give them evil eyes lmaooo

he thinks you're a very caring person, and even if you're a bit hot headed (so is he, so he understands you) he will know how to deal with it without annoying you further

he is the perfect boyfriend who loves and respects you forever and you'll never find anyone else like him <333

💌 HOW WOULD HE ASK YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE??

he would get you chocolates, a rose, and a plush blanket with your favorite anime characters on it. after a couple of kisses from him after you thanked him for the present, he asks, "will you be my valentine??"

💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE

You put on a comfortable, but still cute outfit, that you thought would fit the day perfectly well with lots of reds, pinks, and whites. You even had makeup to match. You were so excited to go to the amusement park with Josuke. Speaking of, he walked in the room and smiled at you. "Dang, you look so cute, y/n." You blushed and ran over to him, hugging him around the back of his neck. "You look so cute." You insisted, placing a kiss onto his plush lips, and tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear. You don't even remember how you got to the amusement park, you just remember smiling at the neon lights and the sound of delighted screams coming from rollercoaster rides. "Which one do you want to go on first, y/n?" Josuke asked, trying to process all of the rides in front of him. "Let's go for something scary." You said, very excited. "Already?! Babe, we just got here." Josuke giggled, but admired your bravery. "Yes, already! Let's go!" You grabbed his hand and led him to the biggest looking rollercoaster. The line wasn't too long, but it was enough to get you to thinking about your life choices. "You look fidgety," Josuke said, squeezing your hand. "You sure you're up for this?" You smiled at him, shaking a bit. "I have you with me. If anything goes wrong, I know we can fix it together." "That's what I like to hear!" Josuke gave you a huge kiss on the cheek and squeezed you close. "We're next! Let's do this!" Once the seats came by, you could feel yourself getting a little nervous, but when Josuke hugged you close as you got into your seat, you knew you were going to be just fine. Plus, it looked like a lot of fun. So you took a breath and saw the coaster go up. And up. And up. God, this was terrifying, was all you could think. You were so high up, you felt like you could just slip out of your seat. But when the coaster fell and Josuke grabbed your hand, all you could think about was how fun the ride was. The twists and turns had you giggling. The loops and hills had your hands in the air. You wanted to do this ten more times. When you got off of the ride, you were hyped to do more and your smiling boyfriend tried every ride with you. Dizzy and full of adrenaline, you two decided to end off the night with a calm ride on the ferris wheel. No one else was on it as everyone was leaving the park. It was close to closing and as you two sat down, you could swear you were the only ones in the park. The woman operating the ride smiled at the two of you and promised you a surprise at the top. Once you reached the top, you could see the city around you all lit up and realized that the woman was letting you two stay at the top for a little bit longer than usual so you could just enjoy the end of this Valentine's day adventure. "Thanks for an amazing day, Josuke." You kissed him and cupped his cute little face. "Of course, love. Happy Valentine's Day." You two enjoyed one last kiss and held each other as the wheel went back down for the night. <3

#favorite tbh #mystery date #matchup #matchups #writing #my writing #jjba #jjba x reader #josuke #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #josuke higashikata x reader

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thewritingautisticat · 2 months

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Here's a quick oneshot I wrote about my OCs from Days of Resistance. Enjoy this little introduction to them! Thank you to @the-ellia-west for inspiring me to post it, and @sparkles-rule-4eva for being my beta reader ☺️☺️❤️❤️❤️

(still thinking of a name for this oneshot because that's the hardest part of writing honestly😅)

Days of Resistance oneshot

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, mild/"offscreen" violence

Kidnapping him was their first mistake.

Rough hands slammed Peg down into a chair. The ropes binding his arms behind his back cut tightly into his wrists. They finally pulled the hood off his head. Peg blinked against the sudden light. They were in a small room, empty except the wooden chair he was in and the four men standing around him. The rest of the kidnappers must have been outside.

"Heh. Thought the key to forcing information out of the most infamous revolutionary in the country would be a little harder to get," one of the thugs said. He stared over Peg with a smirk. "We sure this is the right kid?"

"It's the right one. Who could mistake a face like that?"

Peg flinched at the obvious reference to his deformity. Thirteen years of being scorned and abused for it, and the sting still never dulled. But that was quickly swallowed by the fear flooding through his chest. He'd been around thugs his whole life. He knew when they were safe and when they were dangerous. And these men were dangerous.

His mouth was dry and he could barely breathe. He swallowed, fighting to keep calm.

The talk continued around him. "Think he'll show?"

"He was told to be here with the information if he ever wanted to see this little Freak alive again."

"You told him where we are?" Peg asked.

The talking paused, the men turning in surprise at the first words their prisoner had dared to say. One of them sneered at him, his yellowed teeth cruel in the light. "Yeah. And he should be along any moment now."

All the fear drained away immediately. Caldren knew where he was. Peg forced himself not to grin. That was your second mistake.

"That is, if he's even coming for you," the man continued. He leaned in, shoving his hand under Peg's chin and tipping his head up. "Who'd wanna come for a Freak like you, anyway?"

Peg felt another twinge at the too-familar slur, but chased it away. He'd heard it enough. What did it matter at this point? He tilted his head, staring at the man right in the eye. "Caldren'll come for me."

If he was positive of anything in this world, he was positive of that.

The man laughed, loudly, and hissed in his ear, "Don't be so sure." He stood up and stared at him. "Almost hope he doesn't. We could have some fun with you."

The others laughed too. "Y'know, I hear you can get good money for Freaks," one said. He grabbed Peg's hair and yanked his head back, eying him like goods at a market. "Yeah, I think we could get a lot for you at a freak show."

Peg gritted his teeth and blocked out their voices. None of what they said mattered. It wouldn't be long now.

"You won't have the chance," he said.

The first man circled him like a street dog with its prey. "Real brave type, huh?" He glanced at the others with a smirk. "You don't think we'll get in too much trouble for damaging the merchandise, do ya?" He turned and struck Peg on the side of the face. The impact nearly knocked him off his chair. The man laughed again.

Tears of pain came to his eyes. Peg kept his head tucked down, biting his lip at the stinging heat that spread across his face and ear. Head still lowered, he stared up at the man standing over him.

That was your third mistake.

Sudden loud yelling, and then a thud, came from outside.

Peg smiled. He was here.

The men all turned to the door, drawing their weapons. More crashes, yells, sounds of fighting.

The door slammed open. A young man dressed all in black stood in the opening. Tall, muscular. Hood pulled low, shadowing his face. Blood dripped from the dagger in his hand.

Caldren Deschamps. Revolutionary. Criminal. Assassin.

Most importantly, his big brother.

Caldren's stare was dark and glaring, radiating pure, deep fury. But his face softened the moment his eyes rested on Peg. His eyes scanned him quickly, and a soft exhale escaped his lips. Then his face grew hard and cold again. "Did they hurt you?"

"Don't worry, he's fine," one of the men said.

"I didn't ask you," Caldren snapped, his gaze never shifting from Peg. "Did they hurt you?"

"Not much," Peg said quietly.

Caldren's eyebrows lowered, his face as cold as ice. He looked up and addressed the others. "You have exactly five seconds to untie him."

"I'll consider letting him go. If you give me the information I want." The main thug chuckled. More men appeared in the doorway behind Caldren.

Caldren's grip tightened almost imperceptibly on his dagger.

And that was your last mistake.

His voice was calm and quiet, almost soft. "Peg, bud, I'm going to need you to close your eyes and hum really loud for me, okay?"

Peg took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay."

He pressed his eyes close. He didn't like the violence. It scared him. But he trusted Cal completely.

The only thing that came to mind to hum was the lullaby Caldren sang to him when he had a hard time sleeping. So he hummed it, deep in the back of his throat and nose, pulling his head down so he could at least press one ear closed against his shoulder.

It didn't block out the noises of violence, but it muffled them, some.

Peg squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and concentrated on the words to the song in his head.

“Little bird

Starshine in your eyes

Here's my song

Fall asleep in my arms

It won't be long

“I'll hold you close

Til the morning comes

I'll sing my song

Soon the sun will rise

It won't be long"

The noises stopped. Peg quieted his humming and listened.

"It's safe now," came Caldren's voice.

Peg opened his eyes. He focused only on Caldren, who was kneeling in front of him, staring at him so softly. He didn't look at the bodies on the floor, or the blood on the walls. He only looked into his brother's eyes.

Caldren wiped his hand on his cloak, then reached out and softly cupped Peg's face with one hand. Peg leaned into the touch. Caldren's thumb stroked his cheek.

With his other hand, Caldren reached around to cut the ropes from his wrists, then dropped the dagger. He wrapped his arms around Peg, pulling him tightly against his chest. Peg clutched onto his big brother, pretending not to feel the damp blood on Caldren's clothes.

It didn't matter now. He was safe. These hands would never hurt him.

"I've got you, bud," Caldren whispered.

He scooped Peg up in his arms, standing up and carrying him out of the room.

Taking him safely home.

#my writing #oc oneshot #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #my ocs #caldren #peg #angst #tw kidnapping #mild violence #hurt/comfort #whump #writer

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shadowynn · 1 year

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I cannot stress enough how obsessed I am with your story and the boys and OC. It's just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 chef's kiss

I wanted to know (even though I bet we'll find out sooner or later) who is most to least protective or fond over OC??

aweee, thankssss. ☺️☺️

this ask really got me thinking and i struggled to properly put them most to least, so i decided to do it as best i could and also list some of the ways their most likely to act in certain scenarios.

i think jongho would be the least protective over mc. not because he doesn’t care for her, but rather he’s just the least likely out of all of them to act on it. he’s more attuned to mc’s feelings than the other and overall wants her to be happy more so than give in to his own wants and desires. if mc’s life was ever in danger, like someone was actively trying to hurt or kill her though, he’d 100% do something. will make it short and sweet, not bothering with the time to draw it out. but if it’s just talk, he’s more likely to comfort/encourage than retaliate.

yunho and mingi are fairly similar in my mind and wouldn’t take as drastic measures as some of the others. while jongho might be more likely to try and pull mc from a situation and deescalate, yunho and mingi are more likely to say something or act. wouldn’t go straight for a kill, maybe, but make sure they never attempted anything similar again. they understand mc is her own person and though they don’t understand why she might do some of the things she does, they try to respect her decisions. they might hover more than jongho, but they know when to give space.

yeosang, it really depends on the matter at hand, i think. he wants to be respectful and may be more likely than others to allow her more freedoms without feeling the need to supervise her 24/7. but if someone were to start mistreating her, he has a very hard time just letting it slide. wouldn’t act out on it in the moment, but he would definitely do something when mc wasn’t around. just comfort her in the moment and then take out his own frustrations later.

wooyoung and san have a very hard time letting things slide. though, they might act on it differently than others. if mc is being mistreated for any reason or talked down to, they’re going to make sure the person who has messed with her know they’ve messed up. they’ll slide an arm around her waist, get up close and personal so that they know who mc belongs to.

seonghwa tries to be a reasonable person, really, but there’s just something about mc that brings out a different side to him. he doesn’t want to upset her, but if someone is disrespecting her or hurting her, he’s going to act out on it. might not right then or there, depending on the crime, but they’re not getting away with it and he’ll take out his frustration on them after getting you somewhere safe and then come back and check up on you after he’s calmed down.

hongjoong, as we’ve seen, isn’t one to let things slide when it comes to mc. the majority of it comes from the fact he really is over protective of her, but some of it comes from the fact he doesn’t feel like he can let these things slide. in his eyes, mc is his queen, and everyone else better treat her as such. if they don’t, he’ll make an example out of them, showing what will happen if anyone disrespects her. mc deserves the respect that everyone gives him and the others and if they don’t, then they’ll pay the same price they would have if they had done the crime to him or his generals.

i hope this answers your question! thank you for asking it! i always have so much fun thinking these over and answering them!

#in love and lore #ateez #winnie speaks

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ourstaturestouchtheskies · 9 months

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hi !! id love a van gogh painting selection that fits my vibe if that's cool— vibe check: my friends describe me as "outspoken, assertive, creative, and passionate" and have said that i remind them of "deer, sunflowers, and the colors dark red or sage green." i'm a poet, a musician, and artist. my favorite painting is the kiss by klimt and my favorite painter is salman toor but i love a lot of genres of art (van gogh is the answer i don't say out loud because i'm worried it's "basic")- really everything!

visit the art gallery

hi Cam!

thank you so much for this lovely request! and no worries - in this house (my blog lol) we absolutely adore van gogh even if some people might consider it "basic" 🥰 you're in good company!

based on your vibes and the description from your friends, I leaned toward paintings with bright, bold colors that felt confident and creative. and since the artists/artworks you mentioned all lean in the direction of abstraction and use color to express emotion, I tried to find works with some abstraction and an expressive use of color

if you don't like these paintings or don't feel like they fit your vibe or if you simply want something different, please don't hesitate to let me know and I'm happy to make a new selection for you ☺️

based on your vibes, these are the paintings I would select for you (with images and more info under the cut!)

Sunflower by Gustav Klimt

The Love of God by Georgiana Houghton

Deer in the Forest by Franz Marc

Muse on Pegasus by Odilon Redon

Sunflower by Gustav Klimt (1907-1908)

first, since your friends said you remind them of sunflowers, and since your favorite painting is by Klimt, I simply had to choose his image of a sunflower for you! this piece is calm and peaceful, yet bursting with life and color

The Love of God by Georgiana Houghton (19th century)

to me, this work expresses that sense of creativity and passion that comes with being an artist of any kind. when ideas are really flowing, or when you feel especially inspired, I just feel like this piece captures that feeling? idk though, but it's also a very compelling piece. also, Houghton was a spirit medium and this drawing - according to her own account - is not actually "hers" but is actually a drawing by a spirit, it just used her body and her hand to draw it. Houghton would go into trances and then produce these "spirit drawings." her work is fascinating and very understudied, and I just love the energy and motion and movement in this piece

Deer in the Forest by Franz Marc (1913)

since your friends mentioned deer, deep red, and sage green as things that they associate with you, this work simply had to be on this list since it has all three! like Klimt, it leads toward the abstract while the objects in the piece still retain their legibility. the mixture of straight and curved lines gives a sense of dynamism to the work, which seems to align with a sense of confidence and assertiveness. also, the colors are fun and the deer are really cute - so it's also just a very enjoyable picture!

Muse on Pegasus by Odilon Redon (ca. 1900)

lastly, I knew I needed to include a work by Redon, since many of his pieces really feel like they would fit your vibe. similarly to Klimt, he plays with abstraction and uses color to express emotion, although where Klimt tends to be more geometric, Redon is much more organic in the forms he creates. I selected this piece in particular because it depicts a muse, highlighting the idea of artistic inspiration, with the vibrant splattering of colors all around potentially signifying the act of artistic creation. also, I think it's just a stunning piece

those are the artworks that I think fit your vibe! I hope you enjoyed them, but I'm happy to select new ones for you if you didn't ☺️

thank you again for your wonderful request! 🥰

I hope you have a lovely day!! 🥰☺️

charlotte 💙

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Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants

BENVOLIO

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

MERCUTIO

Thou art like one of those fellows that when he

enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword

upon the table and says 'God send me no need of

thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws

it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.

BENVOLIO

Am I like such a fellow?

MERCUTIO

Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as

any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as

soon moody to be moved.

BENVOLIO

And what to?

MERCUTIO

Nay, an there were two such, we should have none

shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,

thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,

or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou

wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no

other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what

eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?

Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of

meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as

an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a

man for coughing in the street, because he hath

wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:

didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing

his new doublet before Easter? with another, for

tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou

wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

BENVOLIO

An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man

should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

MERCUTIO

The fee-simple! O simple!

BENVOLIO

By my head, here come the Capulets.

MERCUTIO

By my heel, I care not.

Enter TYBALT and others

TYBALT

Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.

MERCUTIO

And but one word with one of us? couple it with

something; make it a word and a blow.

TYBALT

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

MERCUTIO

Could you not take some occasion without giving?

TYBALT

Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--

MERCUTIO

Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an

thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but

discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall

make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!

BENVOLIO

We talk here in the public haunt of men:

Either withdraw unto some private place,

And reason coldly of your grievances,

Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

MERCUTIO

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter ROMEO

TYBALT

Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.

MERCUTIO

But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:

Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;

Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'

TYBALT

Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford

No better term than this,--thou art a villain.

ROMEO

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee

Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

To such a greeting: villain am I none;

Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

TYBALT

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

ROMEO

I do protest, I never injured thee,

But love thee better than thou canst devise,

Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:

And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender

As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.

MERCUTIO

O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

Alla stoccata carries it away.

Draws

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

TYBALT

What wouldst thou have with me?

MERCUTIO

Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine

lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you

shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the

eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher

by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your

ears ere it be out.

TYBALT

I am for you.

Drawing

ROMEO

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

MERCUTIO

Come, sir, your passado.

They fight

ROMEO

Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.

Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!

Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath

Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:

Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

MERCUTIO

I am hurt.

A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.

Is he gone, and hath nothing?

BENVOLIO

What, art thou hurt?

MERCUTIO

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.

Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Exit Page

ROMEO

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

MERCUTIO

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a

church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for

me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I

am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'

both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a

cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a

rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of

arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I

was hurt under your arm.

ROMEO

I thought all for the best.

MERCUTIO

Help me into some house, Benvolio,

Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!

They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,

And soundly too: your houses!

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

ROMEO

This gentleman, the prince's near ally,

My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt

In my behalf; my reputation stain'd

With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour

Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,

Thy beauty hath made me effeminate

And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!

Re-enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!

That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,

Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

ROMEO

This day's black fate on more days doth depend;

This but begins the woe, others must end.

BENVOLIO

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

ROMEO

Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!

Away to heaven, respective lenity,

And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

Re-enter TYBALT

Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,

That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul

Is but a little way above our heads,

Staying for thine to keep him company:

Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

TYBALT

Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

ROMEO

This shall determine that.

They fight; TYBALT falls

BENVOLIO

Romeo, away, be gone!

The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.

Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,

If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

ROMEO

O, I am fortune's fool!

BENVOLIO

Why dost thou stay?

Exit ROMEO

Enter Citizens, & c

First Citizen

Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?

Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

BENVOLIO

There lies that Tybalt.

First Citizen

Up, sir, go with me;

I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

PRINCE

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

BENVOLIO

O noble prince, I can discover all

The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:

There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,

That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

LADY CAPULET

Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!

O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt

O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,

For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.

O cousin, cousin!

PRINCE

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

BENVOLIO

Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;

Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink

How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal

Your high displeasure: all this uttered

With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,

Could not take truce with the unruly spleen

Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts

With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,

Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,

And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats

Cold death aside, and with the other sends

It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,

Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,

'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than

his tongue,

His agile arm beats down their fatal points,

And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm

An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life

Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;

But by and by comes back to Romeo,

Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,

And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I

Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.

And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.

This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

LADY CAPULET

He is a kinsman to the Montague;

Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:

Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,

And all those twenty could but kill one life.

I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;

Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

PRINCE

Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;

Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

MONTAGUE

Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;

His fault concludes but what the law should end,

The life of Tybalt.

PRINCE

And for that offence

Immediately we do exile him hence:

I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,

My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;

But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine

That you shall all repent the loss of mine:

I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;

Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:

Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,

Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.

Bear hence this body and attend our will:

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Exeunt

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