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roseworth · 5 months

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hey <3 heres what i think of every scene that rosenberg has written with rose

disclaimer: most of this is me being very nitpicky. rose was a side character for all of these appearances so obv i understand that its not gonna be perfect characterization. but i rly like talking about rose characterization so this is just me pulling apart her appearances for fun <3

ok lets go

overall

i LOVE the jason & rose dynamic. im not much of a jayrose fan but since its happening im glad that its like this. i love that its so much "rose is excessively horny and jason is giving her nothing" bc its so in character for both of them. shes fucking with him and he does not know how to reciprocate. they r so sillies

HOWEVER. rose would not just hang around him like shes doing. as much as i like that dynamic i feel like he also has to at least sometimes show that hes. you know. interested in having her around. shes just kinda tagging along and i wish there was a reason why she would put up with him never giving her anything, especially since she has a tendency to leave at the first sign of not being wanted

on a completely different note, im a little disappointed that shes wearing her old costume instead of the new one she has in btbatb/kt ravager. i appreciate that shes still drawn like an adult but i rly like her new costume so im sad that she doesnt have it

man who stopped laughing #9

STRONG start. beats up a bunch of cops, then right after she appears she does her stupid flirting thing then immediately says that she doesnt want to associate with the batfamily. queen.

not to mention right before this is my fav failgirl moment where she goes through her whole plan to crash the car and break jason out of prison. then just goes up and knocks on the door

flips the car over then walks up and says "hey its the fire department. open up" and not a single person believes her. i love her

lesbian rose crumbs <3 i still choose to believe shes talking about cass here idc. shes so silly and this was a cute lil panel

so yeah. she was on one page of this issue but that one page was great and i love her

mwsl #10

shes so lame <3 i talked about this moment a lot when this issue first released but i love it. "somebody had all the fun without us" upon finding a body, then realizing someone else was there and just. starts shooting. she doesnt hit anything. she doesnt even know where the other person is.

my big problem here is that she does not carry a gun and pretty much never uses guns. honestly now that im thinking about it this is one of the only times shes ever used a gun on panel (the other times i can think of being: shooting wade off a cliff after her mom died, shooting starfire in n52 outlaws (but new 52 rose barely even counts as rose), and using deathstroke's gun when she was pretending to be him in deathstroke 2016)

shes not anti-gun or anything but it still bothers me just a little that suddenly she has a gun (hence why i fully believe she stole jasons gun <3)

if i want to nitpick, kate should not have been able to hit her. rose should've seen she was coming wayyy before (bc precog) and she wouldnt be knocked down from one hit. i fear we are headed down a path of her becoming jasons incompetent girlfriend but i wont be too dramatic about her getting hit one (1) time

but other than that i thought this was a fun moment of rose getting hit then jason immediately fighting the person that hit her. toxic girlbesties fr

then also her needing to be held back after she gets up so she doesnt start attacking the person thats helping them <3 i love her

mwsl #11

this is a nice issue for her just because in true rose tradition she LOVES to have homoerotic fights with every other female character she interacts with. the kate & rose dynamic was soooo fun i love it when shes mean to people for no reason <3

i did not like this part though. i feel like there are a lot of implications about rose here that are unfair to her character & her place in the dcu. i'll meet the book on its own terms and say that we're only talking about post-52 rose (blah blah everything's canon rn but this book is very clearly not using pre-52 rose lore) but even then? theres no real reason for her to be ducking superheroes or for superheroes to keep an eye on her. shes not a villain or even much of a killer, the fact that shes "staying off the radars" of good guys doesnt make much sense. and the fact that kate knows her and "studies" her (fellas is it gay to study another woman despite never meeting her) implies that rose is like. a threat. shes just kind of around there is no reason kate should know her like that

cute moment! but also it bothers me. i think its fun that she refused to go since its not her fight and she doesnt want to get into a joker mess. HOWEVER. when has she ever in her life passed up an opportunity to get involved in someone elses problem. to me she wouldnt have even delivered the list of addresses without a fight if she wasnt gonna go along

other than her using a gun again (where the hell did she even get that) i like this <3 her showing up and saving manhunter after she said she didnt care what happened is so her. also i just like the fact that she shot joker

gay gay homosexual gay

the rest of this issue is fun <3 just kate & rose fighting together then getting blown up together <3 this was a nice issue for her despite the problems i had with it

gotham war red hood #2

gotham war break!!!

okay first of all i LOVE that he took her along. there was no reason for rose to be here but jason was told to meet someone and said "ok ill go but my weird friend comes with me" its so funny

ive seen a lot of people complain about the "you're my only friend" line but i LOVE it. not necessarily because she doesnt have any friends but because she would not in a million years ADMIT that she has friends. she would rather be shot in the head than say that she actually likes the people that she hangs out with.

but to be fair.... she also doesnt have friends. "what about the lazarus island gang?" the only person she actually liked there and showed any friendship toward was damian, and they ARE friends but she considers him more of a little brother than a friend. "what about the teen titans??" a) she would NEVER admit that she is friends with any of them b) its technically.... not really canon that she was ever on the same team as them. like i said before, im meeting this book on its terms, and rose being a teen titan hasnt been mentioned since flashpoint :( i wont go on a whole tangent about her friends but given that she hasnt really made a friend in years and never talks to anyone else, i think its fair for her to say that she has no friends

so yeah all this to say: she has friends, but it is 100% in character for her to say that she has no friends. i stand by this line

i dont have much to say here i just think shes so cute <3 i also love the fact that jason jumped straight to "rose is robbing a dead person" instead of "rose is inspecting the body"

but im OBSESSED with the fact that she DOES rob him. i feel like we're not talking about this enough. she saw a dead body and took his money. im not even mad about it because its so fucking funny to me

im sorry jay/rose fans this makes me want to vomit. this feels too "earnest emotions" for both of them. the rest of this scene was fine but this panel specifically feels so :/

"i just need help" "always" and "please take care of yourself" and "meet at our spot" "promise?" "i promise" does not feel like them at all. its a very sweet and genuine moment but they would NOT have sweet and genuine moments! neither of them would ever express their feelings and they would not have this conversation

this does not feel like rose at all idk who this is. where is the rage!!!!!! where is the anger!!!!!!! why did she stand there for hours just. worried about him. why isnt she lashing out

comparing this to the scene in tt03 where she's worried about eddie:

she gets angry! shes worried about him and starts yelling at everyone around her because hes hurt and she doesnt know whats happening. i would have LOVED this energy in this book and its sooooo disappointing that she just. stands there like 🥺 when she doesnt know what happened to jason

mwsl #12

i rly liked this part fhdkjfhakjdfd i thought her pretending to be him just to get batman out of the way was so good and so real. shes helping out AND fucking with batman

very minor complaint here but this isnt even true . she DOES try to run into him in ds16 when slade kidnaps damian and rose gives bruce the ransom terms. also i feel like this line is vaguely implying that she HAS found him (/he found her) on accident before which is also not true given that their only interactions are in ds16 and being in the same general area in shadow war. and also reiterating that shes not a villain so batman has no reason to track her down or cause problems for her but. whatever. this is entirely just me jumping to conclusions about what this one throwaway line means and then getting mad about it

LOVE this. she inserted herself into the situation then complains about it. this isnt her business and shes making sure that jason knows it. but also she completely volunteered for most of this

BOOOOOOOO she would not fucking say that. "sorry about that whole chase" no she would not apologize. "please dont kick my ass" she would NOT say that!!!!! first of all given that this is after gotham war she would probably kick his ass just for what he did to jason. even besides that she would not be afraid of him even a little. comparing their convo in ds16 #5 to this is so sad bc </3 why is she afraid of him instead of being a huge bitch and yelling at him

this ending is really good for her though. she absolutely would dive into the water with joker gas, trash, and dead bodies just to save her friend <3

this is more like it!!!!!!!! shes worried for him and takes initiative to save him by jumping in the water despite it being a very dangerous decision and then insults him while she saves his life <3333 its a tiny bit more of her being mean to express worry which is nice <3 its not perfect but its closer

in conclusion: there are many good moments. there are many parts i like about it. but there are just so many things that dont feel like rose </3 most of the broad strokes are there but it just doesnt feel like her when shes not full of rage and going out of her way to piss people off

#yk i actually had some stuff i wanted to get done today. but instead i spent 2 hours putting this together #no regrets i have so much to say all the time #rose wilson #dc

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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what kind of flowers would satoru give u on valentines? how about suguru?

ANON…. what a cute question 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this was soooooo fun to think about……. my baby boys and their gift giving ways T_T………

ultimately!!! i think satoru would go for flowers that remind him of you (or just your faves / something classic), while suguru would put a lot more thought into symbolism!! he’s a flower boy to me :33 buuut if we’re being more specific…..

my spontaneous thoughts (<- this is a lie i spent like half an hour choosing these) are as follows!! as u can tell i got carried away instantly <33

satoru’s picks:

(pink) roses the classic choice!! it’s what’s on sale, what everyone recommends, so he just goes for it. HOWEVER!! he doesn’t wanna be too basic so he goes for a nice pink instead of the classic red :33 might even go for yellow roses because i firmly believe he’d associate that colour with you. the sunshine of his silly little life !! if he finds out that yellow roses symbolize friendship he’s going back to pink though LMAOO he’ll apologize for friendzoning you too as if he doesn’t regularly call you his bestie …. silly man. i just know he’d get the biggest bouquet of these ever too <33 a whole delivery of roses that completely block your front door so you’re kinda… stuck. with him & his love. lucky you !!

sunflowers kinda goes back to the forementioned point but i just feel like satoru views you as his sun :((( so when he discovers a fresh field of sunflowers he’s like !!!! wow !!!!! wowowow !!!!!! and buys a whole bunch immediately. he’ll be carrying as many sunflowers as he physically can, cradled by his long ass arms, bringing them to you with a big smile on his face <333 they end up reminding you more of him than anything because he’s just beaming when he gives them to you …. sunny sunshine man ,…… and that makes you love them so much more . you never tell him the reason why you suddenly adore sunflowers so much because that would be embarrassing + inflate his ego he would cry a little bit

lillies SENTIMENTAL SATORU HAS JOINED THE CHAT i just think he’s sort of drawn to lillies!! :< like i don’t necessarily think he’d be interested in the symbolism, lillies being associated with purity and whatnot — i think he’s just kind of mesmerized by them. their petals are silky and they smell so sweet and somehow he feels a little sappy to be carrying a bouquet of them around. nostalgic maybe; a little soft. like he’s your husband. even if you aren’t even close to that stage yet… (lillies can also symbolize commitment, which… yk). i just think it makes him feel oddly vulnerable LMAO he’s a loser. gives them to you with a soft smile and a kiss to your forehead <333 he thinks they look right at home in your arms.

suguru’s picks:

roses can’t go wrong with a classic!!! this is his spontaneous choice. the symbolism is obvious, and i think he just. likes the idea of being a rose guy yk… 😭😭 the kinda guy who gives you roses for every single special date !! makes sure there’s always a fresh bouquet waiting for you :33 personally i think he’s a basic bitch but he will continue to buy roses for you unless you tell him otherwise like he’s Very adamant abt it. true love!!! they symbolize true love!!! what else could he give to you? what else is there to say? he wants you to feel loved and special and when he can’t verbalize his love properly he knows the roses in his arms will do the talking for him <333 i think that in the beginning of your relationship your apartment is constantly smelling of roses because of this.. after a while he starts to chill out a bit and gives you other flowers, but you’ll never quite be rid of that floral scent.

camellias this is where he starts to get more creative. maybe satoru calls him basic or boring for always buying roses and suguru huffs and tells him to shut up but it still ends up bugging him LMAO… so !! he does his flower research <333 i firmly believe he would buy a whole book on flower symbolism JUST so he could pick out the most fitting bouquets for you.. he won’t tell you what they mean, though. just gives you a very fond, secretive look when you ask <333 (if you ever figure it out and he gets to see your cute blushing face, then that’s just a nice little bonus.) but yes!!!! camellias!!! a symbol of love and passion and inner strenght. i think he gives them to you with a sentiment of you being his inner strenght…. the reason he’s made it this far. camellias are also said to represent eternal love / everlasting devotion, because the calyx and the petals of a camellia always fall together… and i just think he’s weak for that. he’s like. that’s Us baby <33 but he doesn’t actually say it because that would ruin the subtlety of it all yk?? silly pretentious man…

forget me nots he’s a sentimentalist <333 i think i just associate him a lot with forget me nots bUT it feels very suguru to give you the most blatantly symbolic flowers he can find :’3 he’d give them to you in a small bouquet, but brimming with sooo many feelings and thoughts. the most obvious one is ”don’t forget me,” but i think he’d see it more as a symbol of trust and gratitude. and his own promise to never let you slip from his fingers or take you for granted :(( forget me nots symbolize both true love & devotion and i think that’s all suguru really wants to convey to you!! he’s in love, he’s devoted, you’re burrowed your way so far into his life that he knows he’ll never be able to forget you. and he wants you to know. probably makes it a habit to get you these for every truly special occasion because he never wants you to forget how loyal he truly is to you. sap

#i think suguru would be more inclined to gift u flowers overall!! he strikes me as a classic romantic #while satoru would probably only do it because he saw everyone else doing it.. or if you just happened to rlly love flowers!!#i just dont think he cares as much as suguru does abt romantic norms yk?? if u really really liked . idk. rocks or some shit #then i think satoru would get u a big bag of pretty rocks for valentines ….#he only cares abt what u want!!#and suguru too ofc but i think he’d make it a point to always get u the classic flower + chocolates + plushie combo ..#and then add ur personal preferences on top of that #they’re perfect and i love them :<#THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO THINK ABT TYSM ANON <333 #ask tag ✩

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annawrites444 · 3 months

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Drabble For Cabin 4🌿🤍

I myself am in Cabin 4 and I love just coming up with headcanons for other fellow children of Demeter! This little Drabble/blurb is going to be fairly short but I'll try to write down anything that I can think of :)

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As a child of Demeter it's a given that you feel an indescribable connection with the Earth and the nature that surrounds you, especially when you're at camp. I like to think that every child of Demeter would have like a varied specialty/gift relating to nature. But like all people (and plants) no two are exactly alike. For example one kid might be really gifted in aiding the growth of plants at an alarming rate, basically making them shoot up like beanstalks and can bend plants to their will. Another kid might be talented at using the various benefits and aids that certain plants may offer, so if they wanted that could make use of the poisons and healing benefits of the plants that favor them.

Everyone in the cabin has a little potted plant or area somewhere around the cabin with their birth flower. 💐

I like to think that the "language" behind gifting flowers means a lot to them too. For example if someone gifts their crush a red rose which signifies romance, whereas yellow roses are commonly associated with friendship. So I definitely see a child of Demeter putting so much thought and love into any flower arrangements they give to loved ones.

For the physical cabin itself I picture all sorts of vines covering outside walls and campers let them get a bit overgrown since they love how it adds to the greenery and the look of the place.

On Valentine's Day you can 100% expect every type of flower (specifically roses) to be growing or on display around the camp and even throughout the surrounding forests going as far as the borders.

This may be a little off topic but I would love to see a child of Demeter X child of Ares, I just think it would make for a really cute relationship dynamic. <3

now while we can assume that springtime is definitely a child of Demeter's prime, I can see all of the gorgeous scenery surrounding the camp as these campers take creative liberty and show of their skills a little bit.

I have a feeling that the emotions of a few children of Demeter might influence the surrounding nature. for example if a camper got broken up with and they go home to their garden (as a form of therapy), I can see the health and growth of the garden reflecting the pain and spur of emotions the child of Demeter might be feeling.

I think that a lot of people might view children of Demeter as level-headed and more "calm" out of all of the cabins, I disagree. (same goes for children of Athena). Just like nature children of Demeter can be devastatingly brutal and beautiful at the same time. I think their emotions might be more hidden at times but they're definitely very strong and emotionally driven people. If nature can be unpredictable so can these campers.

A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing cabin headcanons if you have a certain cabin request don't hesitate to send in a request and I'll answer asap <3

Thank you so much if you've read this far :)

<3- Anna

#cabin 4 #demeter #x reader #pjo hoo toa #pjo #fluff #drabble #headcannons #headcanon #flowers #pjo hoo #heroes of olympus #plants

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mochie85 · 2 years

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Hiiiiiii I have a prompt idea. A Loki X reader pre relationship

so my mind threw a random memory at me and I remembered a very cute scene from a play called Maine. The scene was called I fell. It was about a guy confessing his love for another guy and he did it by falling and then when his friend went to check on him he said I fell for you.

That being said

The reader has powers kinda like Wanda. Only difference, she can fly. If she uses to much power she can drain her energy and can pass out. Well during a mission with Thor and Loki, this happens and she falls from a very great height. Thor tries to catch her but can't make it in time. Luckily Loki is there to catch her (I can hear Thor shouting "LOKI LOKI LOKI CATCH HER!" And I can see Loki sprinting to catch her in time.) When the reader wakes up she sees Loki at her side. He says something like that was some fall. And she looks at him and says "I fell for you." Maybe Loki confesses his feelings for her to. I know it's cliche but I thought it would be a cute prompt. 💙💚💜🖤

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"Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit."

A/N: Yes, it's a Shakespeare reference. Extra points if you guys can tell me the other two mentioned in the fic 😁. Also, I drew from the "Almost, Maine" play that @crimson25 mentioned in her request. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 1840 Warnings: Fluff

You strapped your fingerless gloves on tight and rolled your shoulders. Sighing, you took one look at Thor and dared him to say something. Anything.

“He. Said. What?” He asked disbelievingly.

“He said, and I quote, ‘That I smell.’” You replied with an embarrassing look.

“Smell like sunshine? Smell like a fresh field of flowers?”

“I don’t know Thor.”

“Smell like nectar from freshly picked fruit from the gardens of Asgard? I don’t understand milady. How could he say such an atrocious thing to one such as yourself?” Thor asked puzzled.

You raised your shoulders and gave him a disbelieving look as the quinjet slowed down for its descent. You and Thor have been best friends since he came back to New Asgard. You were assigned as the liaison between the new town of Asgardian refugees and the existing town of Tønsberg. It was there that King Valkyrie had discovered you and your secret powers.

You were reckless and got caught going out one night, flying overhead, exhibiting telekinetic powers. In truth, it was the only way you could put yourself to sleep. There was so much power coursing through you and you needed an outlet. A way to expel your energy so you can tire yourself and go to sleep.

So when Thor came back around to help and check in on New Asgard, he offered to spar with you before bedtime. “Training,” he had called it. Little did you know that he was actually training you to fight along with the Avengers.

You were hesitant at first. You loved your life and your job. You liked knowing that there was a routine to everything. There was comfort, not in the mundane, but in the simplicity of it all. You did not need to be a hero. The only reason why you agreed was because of the god sitting next to you, Thor’s brother.

Loki leaned over the shared armrest as he unbuckled himself from the seat. He nuzzled his nose deep in your hair, inhaling your floral shampoo. Can a person heat up and freeze simultaneously? Because that’s exactly what you felt like. You blushed and froze in place when you felt his face so close to yours.

“Hmm.” A contented sigh left him and you used whatever power you had not to melt into a wet puddle right in the seat. “I have no idea what that simpleton was talking about brother,” Loki said. “She smells like the heavenly rose gardens of Elysium.” You turned meeting his mischievous eyes. “I mean honestly, I don’t think you should introduce her to any more of your associates. How can you call her your friend when you subject her to mind-numbing torture every week?” Loki continued as he stood from his seat and berated Thor.

“Ya, Thor! I thought we were besties!” you said crossing your arms, adding fuel to the fire. Loki was formidable on his own. But when the two of you joined forces and conspired against him, Thor couldn’t do anything. He was helpless.

You got up to follow Loki, taking some short knives that he handed you and securing them in your thigh holster.

“Now don’t you start with me! You’re the one that asked me to help you find a companion.” Thor said pointing an accusatory finger at you as he grabbed Stormbreaker. Loki took a sideways glance at you. The fact that you had asked Thor to help you find a suitor was news to him.

“Yes, I did. My mistake, apparently.” You whispered that last part to Loki, and he sniggered. “I thought it would be like in the movies, you know. Romantic meet-cutes. Grand gestures of love. The handsome love interest saving the damsel in distress.”

“You are hardly a damsel in distress, darling,” Loki said to you as the three of you walked down the gangplank of the jet.

“Thank you,” you grinned back to Loki. “But these men you picked out seem like they came from a horror movie, rather than a romantic comedy!” You accused Thor.

By now the three of you were already out of the jet and had instigated a fight with some of the fiendish-looking footmen. They saw the quinjet approach earlier and immediately sent a missile out for the three of you.

“Darling…” Loki said looking at you panicked.

“I’m on it.” You replied, using your telekinesis to deflect the missile, turning it back onto the monsters that launched it. Loki had been using his seidr to engulf the three of you in a protective bubble. While it worked for some of the lasers that were being shot your way, he didn’t think it could withstand the blow of a missile.

Giving up on long-range weapons, the beasts decided to go for hand-to-hand combat.

“Where are these atrocities from?” Loki asked.

“Some weird new terrorist group called Weapon X.” You explained. “Oh look, that one looks like my date from two weeks ago.” You said pointing to the one that Loki had stabbed to the side. Loki looked at the poor creature with a disgusted face. “Maybe it is my date from two weeks ago.” You said coming closer to the fallen body.

“I feel for you, pet.” Loki agreed, taking a deep breath.

“Can I get a hand here, please!” Thor grunted as he tried to push back on the flying bat-like creature that has pinned him to the ground. Both you and Loki stood clapping in his direction.

“Good job, brother,” Loki said. “Excellent work.”

“You can do it, Thor! Woo-hoo.” you concurred, still clapping.

“Not the hand I had in mind!” Thor grunted as he pushed the creature away making it fly with Stormbreaker still in its jaws. “You two! I swear you were made for each other!” Thor pointed, as he panted his way in between the two of you. You both stood there, giving each other the side eye as smiles formed on both your faces.

Thor called Stormbreaker back into his hands. Dragging the flying creature along with it. The bat screamed into the air calling forth other flying creatures from the horizon.

“Ok, little battery, just like we practiced,” Thor said to you. “Loki watch our backs.”

Loki fortified the protective barrier he encased you guys in. He watched as your powers lifted you into the air. Your arms spread apart like a vengeful goddess with wrath in her eyes. Thor had channeled a lightning bolt into you. You soaked it up like an empty receptacle waiting for a charge.

“Are you sure she’ll be ok, Thor?” Loki voiced his concern. He watched you in the air as your eyes glowed in the same fashion as Thor’s. Electricity humming in your veins.

“She’ll be fine. We’ve done this multiple times.” Thor smiled. Just then, a group of wild horrors decided to charge at both Thor and Loki, surprising them. Thor called forth an extra amount of lightning to damage the area around him. In doing so, the flow of lightning doubled inside you. More than what you were used to.

You brought your hands together in a quick clap. Looking for a way to dispel the energy. The sound resonated with a cackling current, sending it straight into the heart of the flying beasts that were headed your way. You could easily connect each and every flying monster with the line of electricity you were sending them. It looked like a glowing dandelion. One by one they fell to the ground. Their fur singed and their flesh burned.

As soon as the charge left you, nothing was holding you up anymore and you fell too. All your energy, depleted. You fainted from the sudden rush of oxygen leaving your body.

“Loki!” Thor yelled. Loki looked at Thor, who pointed into the sky. You were freefalling down into the earth. “Loki, Loki! Catch her!” Thor tried to determine where you would land and make his way there, but the gruesome beasts had targeted him as the threat and had pounced on him, keeping him captive where he stood.

Loki ran. He sprinted like the east wind to get to you. He jumped over the dead. Plunged his daggers into the attacking grunts. All the while keeping his eyes on your falling figure.

He was too slow. He couldn’t get there fast enough. With flourish and smoke, he jumped and transported himself mid-air, catching you. Then transported back down to the safety of the ground. You both landed a little ways away from the fight. Loki looked around to make sure you were both safe and in no immediate danger.

“Dearest. Wake up.” Loki cooed as he ran his fingers down your cheeks. Your eyes were rolled back as you lay there limp in his arms.

You woke up suddenly to a sharp intake of breath. You coughed as Loki sat you up and patted your back. He kept his arm around you, holding you close.

“What happened?” Your voice was raspy and dry. You leaned back into his arms, unable to hold the weight of your own body.

“You fell. Like a seraph cast out of heaven.”

“I fell, for you. Badum-tch” You giggled attempting weak finger-guns. Loki laughed.

“You must’ve knocked all the oxygen out of your brain.” He said carrying you up easily from the ground.

“Ya, let’s go with that.” You said snuggling into the crook of his neck. “Did we win?” You asked looking into his eyes.

Loki looked around towards Thor who was busy cleaving Stormbreaker from the last of the monstrosities. “Yes, dearest. We won.” He murmured as he walked you over towards the awaiting quinjet.

You sighed. You were tired and zapped of your energy and faculties. You could barely keep your eyes open anymore. You could feel Loki’s strong heartbeat through the pulse on his neck and it lulled you to sleep. You took a deep breath and smelled him. Remnants of his cologne mixed with the sweat of the battle. “Hmmm,” your lips murmured into his neck. Making Loki freeze and burn at the same time. “Good night, sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

“Are you quoting Shakespeare to me now, darling?” he asked, but it was too late. Your eyes were already closed. Your body had retreated into slumber, charging itself up. Loki placed his lips delicately near your ear and said, “Hear my soul speak, of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service.” He confessed to your sleeping form.

Loki held you the whole flight home as you slept peacefully in his arms. Thor took one look at you both and chuckled.

“Why did you set her up with all those horrible dates, brother?” Loki asked. And why wasn’t I included on this list?

“To make both of you realize what everyone’s known all along,” Thor remarked.

“Everyone? And what does everyone know that we don’t?”

“That you’re both idiots. Idiots in love.”

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baubled · 3 months

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prompt: 'you're cute when you're angry'

[I think this probably isn't the tone you had in mind when you suggested this so apologies for that but I am pleased with the way it turned out. No warnings - not even language. Surprise]

Five months had passed since any kind of communication from Effie Trinket had landed in the lap of Haymitch Abernathy, and he still didn’t know what he’d done wrong. Their love affair - if you could call it that, he was beginning to think that Asclepius had been right to call it infatuation - had been tumultuous from the very start. But it had seemed so real. More real than anything he’d encountered in the Capitol - where everything was temporary, coated in the most expensive lies he’d ever seen. All those shining reflections just to distract from the blood running underneath. Before Effie he had come to expect only shallow meetings there. Had thought he needed to focus only on what he could wring out of the Capitolites with both hands and desperation in his chest. He’d passed it all up for her. Begun to rely on her finding him when he came to do whatever it was was required of a Victor three years after the victory. They’d met on rooftops, in alleyways and stairwells, and always she had seemed so light but so grounded.

He had bothered to write her a letter. A real, genuine letter. More than once. She’d sent back envelopes speckled with glitter and smelling like strawberries - so different from the reek of roses he had come to associate with the place she called home.

Years. They’d spent years meeting in as much secrecy as they could find. Years with lips pressed to the crook of a neck, his silhouette guarding her from view of any passing gossips, his fingers tangled in the ends of her blonde waves, her name breaching the privacy of his nightmares. It was the final nail in the coffin, really, to find that the screams of everyone in his dreams now contained a thread of her breathy voice.

And then. Nothing.

So imagine his surprise. That morning the train rolled into Twelve for the reaping of the 56th annual hunger games and he stopped his pacing and the way he held one hand inside of the other, picking at his cuticles like she’d done so many times when the anxiety of what they were doing gripped her enough on the inside to spill out in a dozen tiny ways. Imagine his surprise when the door to the train opened before the engine itself had come to a complete stop and Clep wasn’t there the way he had been every year since Haymitch himself was reaped.

He’d have recognized the point of that toe anywhere. He was intimately familiar with the way Effie Trinket could walk into a room and make everybody wonder how they’d existed there in her absence. Haymitch’s breath caught in his throat, his brow creasing quickly in confusion and wonder, but all of the questions that crowded his mind had no chance. She was a flourish of baby blues and creams, ribbons dangling from her wrists where the laces of her garment curled into bows, the crushed velvet bodice clung to her curves, covered her clear up to her chin as if she were defending herself from the outset. He realised, quickly, that she was. She did not make eye contact with him. Her boot touched the ground and she was off, a familiar binder tucked up under one arm and a peacekeeper struggling to keep up with her as she strode past Haymitch and out of the station with a fervor that he recognized.

It was the night before an exam but she was up too late with him, her hair down, the hem of her dress a little too high.

But the tulle spilling from the split at the back of that bodice brushed against the back of his hand as she hurried past him and it pulled him back from the memory, rooted him to the spot. He glanced down at his hand, rubbed his fingers together, and the pieces began to slide into place. When he finally glanced after her retreating frame he stuttered back to life, frowned more deeply - the beginning of what would become his most persistent wrinkles blossomed on his forehead - and went after her.

Despite the height difference, the pulse hammering through his veins, and his knowledge of his home she outpaced him. Or just plain slipped out of his grasp. She must’ve studied a map until it dissolved under her gaze with the way she navigated those coal-dusted streets and made straight for the town hall. Even in five inch heels she took the steps to the front door two at a time, threw herself into the hallway, and then slowed. He ignored the call of the peacekeeper who had fallen behind them both as he grabbed her wrist - too hard - and she spun to face him.

There had been cracks even three years ago and here, again, it was as though they could both feel them deepen, splintering out into the rest of their lives. Effie had too much makeup on. Something he had never thought before. And her hair…wasn’t hers. It was a wig, a good one compared to most of what the Capitol called fashionable, but he could tell from this close. It was Effie, but it wasn’t his Effie. There was a hardness to her now, and he recognized it for what it was immediately. Or at least he thought he did. She’d finally gotten what she’d worked so hard for, and a nothing from the Seam wasn’t going to put that at risk.

“I have time,” she had murmured to him once. It had reassured him then, in the bright morning when he was sure he’d ruined it all for them. It seemed like that time might finally have run out.

“You really not gonna say anything to me?” He asked, expression pleading, his body far too close to hers and that peacekeeper trying to gage whether or not his delicate new charge needed him to intervene. “Five months Trinket.”

He hadn’t meant to use her last name. It had just happened. But he watched it cut her open for just a second before she regained her composure and stitched the wound up again. Good as new.

She removed her wrist from his hold, held the binder in front of her abdomen with both hands and looked up at him through too long, too dark lashes. “We have many things to talk about, dear, but none of them in the hallway.”

“Hallway seems fine to me,” his voice was still low, but he knew her too well, knew the buttons he was pushing, “you wanna tell me what you’re doing here?”

A deep breath pulled her already straightened shoulders straighter. Her head lilted a little to one side as she adjusted herself for this new bump in her perfectly planned road. It was the first time he could remember her using these tricks on him - it was the first time he could remember being the object of her disdain instead of her affection.

“Clep retired,” the nickname rolled from her lips before she could stop it, and she glanced around nervously, but Haymitch just waited for her to come out with the rest of it, “I’m Twelve’s new Escort.”

“You’re kiddin' me.”

“I am not kidding you, Haymitch.”

“Dream come true, huh?” He spat the words, and they landed with impact. Five months. No phone calls, no letters, nothing soft to rest his shredded heart on and then there she was. Dressed to the nines and completely changed and not even willing to tell him why. She was as pulled closed as that damn dress she was wearing. Her posture didn’t change, but her expression did. This time for more than just a moment her eyes went soft. They sparkled with tears but she didn’t let them fall. But it was the sharp inhalation - the way he knew it was anything but a dream and the way she wasn’t willing to share with him whatever hell she’d been put through back in the Capitol to be put on that train - that told him they were over.

Effie swallowed the breath down, rearranged her expression to one of determination, and Haymitch took a step back toward the door.

“You’re cute when you’re angry, Bauble. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Haymitch-“

“Nah, I think I get it,” his hands were up in surrender, and his mouth was aching for the burn of alcohol. “I’ll see you on stage, sweetheart.”

It was easy to move around the peacekeeper and back out into the open air. Harder to drink away the image of her standing there, hoping he’d come back.

#thg #the hunger games #hayffie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #fanfiction #maybe i'll write a fluffy twin to this another time but not tonight

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Hi! Would you be able to write a Gangle x reader where the reader is a rabbit mechanic and stands up for her against Jax?

Gangle x bunny!mechanic!reader who stands up for her!

only going to answer a small handful of request tonight! admin recently started taking melatonin again to help with his sleep and OOOOO it has been a hot minute since hes used them + he was making christmas cookies today and hes a lil tired eheh bunny on bunny violence/j

loves when your ears twitch when youre confused... or..

when youre deep in thought and/or concentration while youre working on a new gadget, i think that would be cute...

you do mechanical stuff, and gangle helps with cosmetics, sometimes! very nice, you guys combining your interests together to make something! very cute!

yoinking this idea from an itward post, but you make her metal roses.... idk theres just something about that concept thats so. sweet to me. they wont wilt, like normal roses, and they cant easily be destroyed or be crushed. a reflection of how you feel for this ribbon person

even if you didnt stand up for her, gangle would find herself hovering around you as she associates you as a person of comfort

but when you actually speak out against jax's actions towards her?

oh honey shes over the moon, in love even... i mean sure i do think at least one of the circus members would stand up for her (ragatha is the first to come to mind, but also admin likes to hc that kinger and gangle is like. grandpa/grand daughter dynamic, so he might do it too...) but theres something about the way you get so defensive over her

not just a simple "knock it off" or "leave her alone"

no you really put your foot down, and depending on how much force you put behind it, jax might even stop bullying gangle.... at least not while youre around.... but hey its better than him still having the nerve to do it all the time...!

keeps all of the gadgets and trinkets youve made for her on a desk and/or some shelves, keeps them in nice condition and keeps them dusted

....can.... things get dusty in the digital world...?

boom self projection, gangle is too nervous to use the gifts because shes scared shes going to break them or lose them. youre going to have to reassure her

holds

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #gangle x you #gangle x reader #gangle imagine

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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Seeing Double

pairing; twin!jungkook x female!reader ft. ???

genre; angst, humor, fluff, s2l, f2l, twin au, college au

warnings; angst, cursing, fighting, jealousy, a LOT of confusion on reader’s part (poor girl), suggestive daydreams, jungkook and his twin look very much the same but are complete opposites in behavior and clothing, poor reader is oblivious and too trustworthy to ask questions until it’s too late

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 7,623

a/n; i don’t think i’ve personally come across this scenario in a long while, so thought i would bring the twin trope back with my fav bias (of course). plus, who doesn’t love the idea of two jungkook’s?! 🤤 you’re welcome.

Shout out to @outro-kook for being the only one interested in being on the taglist. Which is why I’ve decided I’m dedicating this one to you. Thank you for your support!

Read Part Two {Here}

Is this even real life?

How is the Jeon Jungkook sitting next to you right now? On the same bench? When there are plenty of others scattered around the campus courtyard?

And why is his mouth moving while he’s facing you? Wait. Is he talking? To you?

“–Hello? You good?” His newly pierced eyebrow rose with his amused tone, lip ring that he’s been donning the past four months moving with the mischievous smile that was currently worn on his face with ease. Not that you kept track, of course. His eyes twinkled with a hidden darkness that you’ve yet to discover, or notice.

Your mouth was open in a less than attractive manner, and you’re sure you looked like a fish out of water. Cause you definitely felt like one.

“I’m sorry. What?” You wanted to sound confident and cute, but much to your dismay, it came out in a more rudely rushed tone. Probably because your mind was still processing what was happening, and it knew before you did that something was amiss.

People like him, never associated with people like you.

However, your reaction only fueled his inner demons that wanted to see you writhe beneath him in a blissful haze. A low, deep chuckle fell from his lips as he repeated his question.

“I asked if you, y/n y/l/n, would like to go out on a date with me, Jeon Jungkook, this Friday night? If you’re free, of course.” The way he spoke sounded as if he knew the answer you were going to give him before you did. You’re more than positive he’s never been turned down in his entire life, and you being the good person you were, didn’t want to break that streak now, did you?

“Sure–I mean–Yes! I would love too–,” just as you let yourself begin to get excited over the prospect of actually going on a date, he abruptly stood up with a piece of paper held out to you in the palm of his tattooed, ring wearing, hand. It was his number. His cross necklace that was once hidden underneath his shirt, fell out from the movement. One he always wore, you found.

With shaky hand, you grabbed it in yours, fingertips brushing against his in what was, to you, a small, yet intimate moment.

Giving you a two finger salute accompanied by a wink, he told you to meet him at this exact spot in two days time, and for you to text him in advance so you won’t be out all alone by yourself for too long. A sweet gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by you, if your racing heart was any evidence of your current state of mind.

Nodding mutely, all your shy personality could muster up at that moment, he flashed you his signature bunny toothed grin and walked off with his hands in his tight, mouth watering, booty emphasizing, black skinny jeans. His chunky combat boots crushing every brown and orange crunchy leaf in it’s wake, as the autumn breeze blew his hair in a model worthy way. His back muscles could prominently be seen through his tucked in, long sleeved, white shirt.

It was then that you knew, he was going to ruin you in all the best ways possible.

And you couldn’t wait.

The only catch? Unbeknownst to you, he wouldn’t be the only one who would be taking you on the date.

So would his twin brother.

Who is actually in love with you.

*******

“Shut the fuck up. Dead ass?”

“Dead ass.”

Jungkook smirked at the way his twin brother tried to hide his excitement about the date he secured with you.

His twin ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a ‘huh’ of amusement, before sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch in their shared apartment.

“So, am I the best wingman or what?” Jungkook raised his hand anticipating a high five, but was promptly ignored by his twin who was lost in thought over one flaw in this plan.

“Does y/n think she’s going on this date with you or me?”

“Well, technically speaking–,”

Jeon Ji-hun reaches beside him on the couch to grab the nearest pillow, thrusting it as hard as he could into his younger brother of three minutes guilty face. Yanking the pillow out of Ji-hun’s hands after being hit for the fifth time, Jungkook ended the fluffy assault and explained how they could potentially pull this charade off.

“It’s easy, just pretend to be me. You already look like me, so what’s the problem?”

“What’s the prob–,” Ji-hun sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying to control his aggression towards his admittedly handsome, sometimes smart, but mainly annoying and naive younger half of a twin. “The problem is, dear brother, we may look alike, but we are nothing alike. Look at me!”

Ji-hun aggressively gestures to himself and then Jungkook as if to emphasize on his point. All Jungkook sees is excuses, if you asked him. Sure, it’s true, what Ji-hun said. They may look the same, up to the same exact tattoos, piercings and hairstyling. The only main difference is their personalities and clothing.

Jungkook couldn’t help the cringe on his face that showed when he was forced to actually take into account what his brother was wearing — short sleeved, pastel yellow, collared button up shirt; light blue, washed and torn at the knees skinny jeans; and a black belt accessory adorned his small waist.

“It just means that we’ll have some work to do, more on my end than yours of course, but it doesn’t mean we can’t fool her into thinking you’re me! Gotta have faith, my dude.”

“Here’s a crazy idea, why don’t we just tell her the truth and skip all this nonsense that I’m sure will come crashing down on us in a shit show at the end?” Ji-hun shrugged his shoulders casually at Jungkook, making the youngest give him a ‘are you serious’ look.

“Bro, if you had the balls to just ask her out in the first place after all these years of pining over her, we wouldn’t even have to be in this situation.” Jungkook’s deadpan expression, and nonchalant yet absolutely true reasoning, is what had Ji-hun sulking back into the couch with an arm over his eyes.

“I know, I know. Don’t remind me.” Ji-hun ground out with gritted teeth, more than well aware at how shy he was with the world, let alone the opposite sex, and most importantly, anything that pertained to you.

Jungkook patted his brother’s knee with empathy.

Unlike him, who had no qualms in speaking his mind about anything to anyone, his older brother found it difficult. Which is why Jungkook came up with the brilliant idea of asking you out on a date in his place, and banking on the information he got from fellow classmates that you so happened to have a crush on him, he used it to his advantage.

Now came the tricky part.

Making you believe that you were going out on a date with Jungkook, when in all actuality it would be Ji-hun just acting like him instead. In his head, everything went smoothly, his plan flawless. In real life, however? That was an entirely different story.

*******

“This is so fucking stupid, Jungkook. We should just go back home!” Ji-hun tugged at Jungkook’s signature leather jacket, feeling out of place wearing it. Jungkook was too busy texting you back to worry about how how his older brother was feeling at the moment.

“She said she’s about five minutes away. So unless you want to stand up the girl you’re supposedly in love with, you better get yourself together. Cause it’s now or never, bro.” Jungkook gripped Ji-hun’s shoulder firmly, and looked into his eyes with fixed determination, silently telling him that ‘everything will be fine’.

“Okay.” Ji-hun answered more confidently than he felt.

“Oh! I think I see her, I’m gonna split. But I’ll be close incase you need an out or a quick getaway. You got this! Just act cool.” With those final words of encouragement, Ji-hun was left to his own devices as he tried not to fidget nervously watching you walk up to him.

Despite his brother’s normal nonchalant behavior towards the opposite sex, he couldn’t help but let out a low whine of appreciation at your always stunning form, that is somehow even more attractive in the pale moonlight.

You gave him a small, hesitant wave in greeting, nearly toppling over in your heels he’s never seen you were before, let alone the casual, yet very form fitting dress you wore for the occasion. For Jungkook. That thought made him bitter.

Absentmindedly, he grimaced at you. His action making you self conscious and doubting if you should’ve gone with the other, more risky dress that your roommate initially wanted you to wear tonight. Your hands clutched onto the sides of your dress as you tried not to let it get to you.

“Uhm, hi. Sorry I was a little late, but I don’t have a car and needed to take the bus–,” you fumbled over your words the more you explained, causing Jungkook to snap out of his mental image of pummeling his brother to actually listen to what you were saying. He could tell you were nervous, which had him feeling slightly better.

“Don’t worry about it. Better late than never, right?” He spoke casually, then offered his arm to you, the hand connected to that arm stuffed into the pocket of the leather jacket, as he took a note from his brother’s previous lessons over how to act and talk. “You look gorgeous, by the way. Not that it’s anything new.”

Your cheeks gained a light pink at the offer of his arm accompanied by the unexpected compliment, as you attempted to smoothly slide your arm through the space he left for you to fill. What you didn’t expect, was for the one ring you always wore on your hand to get caught in the leather and scratching it. Ji-hun stiffened at the, to him, ear piercing sound that was as bad as nails on a chalkboard. He tried not to make a show of looking at his brother who was no doubt somewhere nearby and seething at his precious jacket getting hurt during this date.

You let out a gasp at the realization and proceeded to pull your arm out as to not cause more harm to the jacket, only your choice of action just ended up making things worse as your ring got caught yet again on the way back out. Ji-hun closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to not get murdered by his brother later on at home, knowing for a fact that Jungkook witnessed the blasphemy that just occurred.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking. God, I’m such an idiot–,” your lips trembled as you bit them, eyes glistening with unshed tears at how much of a disaster this date has already been and you haven’t even started to walk to your destination.

Letting out a quiet, shaky exhale, he gave you a tight lipped smile and went to offer you his hand, then decided otherwise and opted to just take the initiative himself and interlock his fingers with yours. Gently tugging you into his side, you both began walking side by side to the small, hole in the wall, ramyeon restaurant that was nearby.

“I can totally buy you a new jacket! If you just send me the link to the site where you got yours–,” Ji-hun chuckled lightly, and squeezed your hand in reassurance.

“Seriously, y/n. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a jacket.”

*******

“It’s just a jacket.” Jungkook lowly mocked his brother as he discreetly followed you both, head down and staring at the concrete pathway with a look of anger and regret at letting his most prized possession — his jacket — be worn tonight.

If Jungkook is being honest though, he would’ve reacted exactly the same way had he been in his brother’s shoes. And his brother was right, you did happen to look very exquisite tonight. The dress you wore accentuated your curvy figure in the best way, and made your eyes a deeper shade of color than they already were. Even he’ll admit that his heart started racing upon looking at you walk up for the first time, as if seeing you in a whole other light.

He didn’t know what this feeling was that began to pool into his gut, but all that he knew was that it got worse the longer he stared at your intertwined hands.

*******

Upon arriving to the restaurant, Jungkook held the door open for you to walk in first. The hostess directed you to your seats. Now sitting opposite each other in the well lit establishment, you were able to get a better look at your date.

Ji-hun wasn’t good when it came to eye contact, it was too intimate, to telling. He felt like one look into his, and you would instantly know that you weren’t on a date with his brother, but him. He dreaded how you would react if you ever found out, and only hoped that you never did.

Your eyes watched as Jungkook looked everywhere but at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, not used to seeing him look so shy. It’s like he was a complete different person than who you talked with on the bench that day. Pushing away your doubts, you opened your mouth to speak, before being interrupted by your waiter for the evening.

You smiled politely, as did Jungkook, and took turns giving your orders. It seemed like you both had different taste, since you ordered the spicy version of what your date did. Ji-hun let out a light laugh at your choice of ramyeon, immediately thinking of his brother who always ordered the same thing when they came here.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned lightheartedly, and took a sip of the water the waiter brought with them before taking your orders.

“Jung—,” his eyes widened as he almost blurted out his brother’s name. Jungkook stiffened in the booth behind you, thinking that Ji-hun was about to ruin everything.

“Jung Hoseok, or Hobi. He’s a good friend of mine. He likes the same spicy ramyeon as you. I just thought that was funny.” He scratched the side of his neck with a sheepish smile.

Jungkook slumped back into the booth with a quiet exhale of relief, giving props to his brother mentally for his quick save.

“Oh! I know him! He’s dating this girl in my art class. He comes by to walk her to her next class, it’s so sweet!” You let out a dreamy sigh, getting lost in a daydream of Jungkook doing that for you.

“Yeah, that’s him. Her name is Leah. She’s cool. But–,” his sentence got cut off from the waiter who carefully set your designated bowls in front of you. Ji-hun’s nose scrunched up at the obvious spice that wafted from your bowl, he hated spicy foods. They never agreed with his intestines. You clapped your hands together giddily, grabbing your chopsticks and immediately started slurping up the noodles.

Jungkook could hear how you went to town on your food, and couldn’t help the twitch of his upper lip, restraining himself from smiling. Reminded him of himself, and he knew for a fact, his brother was inwardly cringing at the sight. Ji-hun never failing to let Jungkook know how much he despised messy eating.

It was messy, but it was cute. With you, at least. Yet another thing you and Jungkook had in common, he found. You both inhaled your food as soon as it’s set in front of you, not a care in the world of what other people might think of you. He believes you may have something else as well, and wanted to elaborate on it.

“You said you’re in an art class? What kind?” He grabbed his own chopsticks and began slowly slurping up his noodles, making sure juice didn’t fling anywhere it wasn’t supposed too.

“It’s a drawing class. I love to doodle on the daily, so I figured why not make it a thing for a career?”

“What kind of career are you hoping for?”

“I want to be a tattoo artist.”

Ji-hun choked on a noodle that was halfway down his throat when he heard your answer. You grabbed his glass and shoved it into his face, silently telling him to take a drink. He grabbed it gratefully, and after taking a couple of big gulps to ensure the pesky noodle made it all the way down, he let out a relieved sigh.

When his eyes flickered up to yours, they showed nothing but worry. It made his cheeks litter with a light hue, and his ears turn a pale shade of red.

Jungkook now had a full blown smile on his face, not being able to contain it any longer when he heard your career of choice. It made a stupid fluttery feeling erupt inside of his stomach, and his brows furrowed at the sensation. What was happening to him?

“You actually like working with needles?” Ji-hun tried not to sound too surprised, knowing he was meant to act like his brother — cool, calm, collected. The one that likes spicy food, the one that eats messily, and the one that hopes to one day be a tattoo artist.

“Well, I don’t necessarily like them, but I could tolerate them enough to still achieve my ultimate life goal. You know? I mean, you have tattoos and piercings. I don’t. Do you like needles?”

“I—,” he had a look of contemplation on his face as he thought about what his brother would say in this situation. He doesn’t believe that Jungkook has any problem with them whatsoever, and though Ji-hun may have tattoos and piercings, he’s starting to agree with your rationalization. You can like getting them, but still dislike needles. His eyes scanned what skin he could see on your figure, and as far as he could tell, you were telling the truth. You didn’t have any sort of piercings or tattoos. It baffled him.

“I do, yeah. I’m just surprised that you did, considering you don’t strike me as someone who would be interested in such a career, being uh–not having–,” he pointed at his tattooed arm and various piercings on his face and ears.

You smiled warmly at him, not feeling like he was judging you at all, just stating facts. It was refreshing. Normally, people would look down on you and call you a ‘poser’ for your career choice and not having the desire to get any tattoos yourself.

For some reason, you thought he would as well.

You’re glad you were wrong for once.

“Right? Believe it or not, my father is the one that got me interested. He owns the tattoo parlor called ‘Inkphoric’. Have you heard of it?”

He got a sinking feeling upon hearing your answer, as his own dream of being with you slowly started to crack. He’s heard of it, yes. Plenty of times. It’s the one tattoo parlor that Jungkook never shut up about and could only dream of working at one day. And if your father was the owner? That made you his daughter, his legacy. He made the solemn realization that you were perfect, yes, but not for him.

No, you were perfect for his brother, the one you should technically be on a date with right now, believed you actually are with right now, instead of this childish facade.

Jeon Jungkook — the one that was sitting directly behind you and thinking the exact same thing as his brother, with a now sour look on his face upon coming to his own epiphany.

He was beginning to like you, like like you, and that couldn’t happen. Not when Ji-hun liked you first.

*******

Jungkook’s hands were shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, as he brooded behind you and his brother silently. He was going to walk with you and wait until your bus showed up. How chivalrous of him, he thought with unwarranted spite that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Now he was forced to linger awkwardly in the dark, creepy alleyway that wasn’t too far from the bus stop so that he would be able to still hear you both talk.

His head rhythmically banged against the brick wall behind him that he was leaning on. Dead eyes stared at the opposite wall of the alley as he listened to your playful, flirty, banter with his brother.

It made him want to puke.

Absentmindedly, one hand rose up from the warm confines of his hoodie to play with the cross necklace he wore and he couldn’t be more relieved when not even 20 minutes later, he could hear the bus arrive.

He risked peeking around the corner to watch you two say goodbye.

He wished he didn’t.

*******

As the bus came to a complete stop, you gave Jungkook a timid smile.

“So–,”

“That was–,”

You both paused and stared at each other before letting out equally as nervous laughter. He politely waved at you to speak first, small smile on his face.

“I had a good time, Jungkook. Thank you.” You fidgeted with your hands that were clasped in front of you. You debated on whether or not you should go in for the cheek kiss, but was pleasantly surprised when he beat you too it.

Ji-hun let his lips linger on your cheek probably a little longer than necessary, but he just wanted to make sure that he savored this moment and committed it to memory. This would be the first and last time he would kiss you, after all.

As he straightened up again, the bus honked impatiently, seeing as you were the only one the bus driver was waiting for to get on.

“I should go.” You thumbed behind you, awkwardly. You don’t know why, but that small kiss felt weird to you. It made no sense, you having wanted it to happen in the first place. In fact, it was the one major thing you hoped would happen all night.

Did you not like Jungkook as much as you thought you did?

As you went to step up onto the bus, his hand caught your wrist and stopped you. You looked back at him with a look of confusion.

He went to open his mouth, then ended up just closing it and pursing his lips. Shaking his head, he gave you a friendly smile and let you go.

“Just–Can you text me when you get home, please? So I know you arrived safely?”

Your eyes softened at his concern and you nodded your head at his request, giving him a friendly smile of your own.

“I will. Goodnight, Jungkook. You get home safe as well, okay?”

“Okay.”

*******

Jungkook stepped in line next to his brother who watched the bus drive away with a distant look on his face.

“How did it go?” Jungkook asked him warily, noting how stiff his brother’s body currently was beside him.

“JK, for once, don’t play dumb.” His brother’s voice was flat as he spoke.

“I’m not playing dumb, bro. What’s your–,” Ji-hun gave an exasperated groan out of his own sheer disappointment with how the evening turned out not in his favor. When he finally shifted positions to face Jungkook, he saw his brother mindlessly poking his tongue out to play with his lip ring. It was a habit he only ever did when he was anxious or nervous.

He wasn’t stupid. Jungkook knew.

“She’s perfect.”

“That’s good then, right?”

“For you.”

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Jungkook’s flabbergasted expression almost had Ji-hun crack a smile. Almost.

“I said–,” Ji-hun placed a hand on one of Jungkook’s shoulders and held it firmly, shaking it lightly as he spoke. “–she’s perfect, yes. But for you. Not me. You know it just as well as I do, even if I know you won’t openly admit it out loud. But that girl? She’s literally the female version of you. It’s scary, honestly.”

Ji-hun’s body involuntarily shivered from the uncanny way you were too like his brother. Even that kiss he gave you, felt like he was kissing his brother, a sibling, and not you. And that’s when he knew for sure, it would never work out between you and him.

Which only meant one thing.

Jungkook’s mouth kept opening as if he wanted to say something, and then closed when he couldn’t think of anything at all to dispel his brother’s revelation.

“Look. Can you just do me a solid, dude?”

“Anything.”

“Please. Please. Just treat her right. Okay? Don’t fuck this up, or I’ll never forgive you for hurting her.” Ji-hun’s eyes narrowed into his brother’s, and if looks could kill? He would be six feet under. Then, he smiled. It was a genuine smile. It freaked Jungkook out.

“I promise.”

*******

Hey! Just letting you know I made it home safely. Thank you again for a wonderful time! Read 9:32 PM

He never replied back. Just left you on read.

As you laid on your bed, cozy and comfy in your blankets, hair wet from the shower you took, you began to think. Or, as some would say, you began to overthink. A bad habit of yours, truly.

The entire date felt off to you.

You didn’t quite know how to explain it, if you’re being honest. You still didn’t know how. The only thing you did know, was you were very much attracted to Jungkook when you first talked with him. But now? You weren’t so sure.

It’s like he lost his confidence. Which, made no sense at all, from all the stories you’ve heard about previous dates he was involved with. All the girls raving how charming, how cool, how dominant and excellent he was in bed. Not that you believed you would end up in his bed by the end of the night or anything, but you’d be lying if you said you never thought of it as being a possibility.

Most of the date, it felt like it was you carrying conversation so it wouldn’t go completely dead silent between you both. He did initiate hand holding, and gave you a kiss, but it was on the cheek. The cheek. Was that code for him to only see you as a friend and nothing more? You heard from the same female sources that he liked spicy ramyeon, the sole reason why you ordered it in the first place, so imagine your surprise when he doesn’t get the spicy version.

Suspicious.

Okay. Maybe that last reasoning could’ve been chalked up to him not being in the mood for anything spicy, you’ll give him that one. But what really had your mind on overdrive was when he spoke about your father’s tattoo parlor. You had asked him if he’s ever been inside the parlor before. His answer baffled you, but you didn’t let it show and played it off coolly.

He told you that he hasn’t. But always wanted too.

Inwardly, your red flag radar started going off. Outwardly, you kept your composure and welcomed when he conveniently decided to change the topic of conversation.

You knew he was lying.

As a matter of fact, you saw him talking with your father about becoming a possible apprentice not even two days ago. Your father and him even sharing stories and laughter as he thumbed through your father’s portfolio. He didn’t know that you were watching them discreetly, hiding behind the black curtain that served as the ‘door’ to get to the more private rooms for VIP clients and/or those who were getting tattooed in more intimate areas.

“What is going on?” Your eyes scanned over the last text one more time, then you decided to just call it a night.

Tomorrow. That’s when you’ll get answers.

*******

Having just made it out of your last class, you began your trek across the long courtyard. It was when you came upon the center crossroads that your feet stopped moving, feeling like deadweights.

You clutched your binder closer to your chest as you stared at the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

There he was, Jungkook. But he wasn’t alone.

An unknown female was leaning against his shoulder as they both laughed together. You would’ve gotten lost in the way his face lit up, one you’ve never seen before, if it wasn’t for the dreadful fact that it was someone else causing it and not you.

Maybe that cheek kiss really was his way of letting you know he only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

You almost went to turn around and head back in the direction you just came from, your appetite long gone since seeing the two apparent, very happy, couple.

But you didn’t.

You wanted answers.

So, steeling your resolve, you walked with confidence up to the two until you were right next to them, but still slightly behind Jungkook so you couldn’t see his face or him see your figure that currently shadowed him. No, it was the female that first locked eyes with you, an arch in her brow in wondering what it was you wanted. Plastering on a fake smile, you greeted them both.

“Jungkook! I haven’t talked with you since our date, how have you been?” You made a point to say the word ‘date’ louder than the rest, pointedly locking your gaze with the unknown female whilst doing so. Now both of her eyebrows flew up into her hairline in confusion. It had you inwardly laughing to yourself.

The male in front of you instantly whipped around upon hearing your voice, and his mouth fell open at your sudden appearance. One he was definitely not ready for. Not yet, at least.

The female looked at Jungkook with a look of perplexion.

“Uh, Ji-hun? Why is she mistaking you for your brother?”

As soon as you heard the word ‘brother’ fall off her lips, did everything suddenly make sense. Your eyes widened in complete shock and your binder loosened in your grip. Your eyes scanned every inch of his body, and now that you were actually looking at him, you came to a sobering conclusion. Just from his bright outfit alone, it should’ve been more than enough telling, considering Jungkook’s wardrobe mainly consisted of dark colors, his favorite being black. And his cross necklace that always seemed to adorn his neck, wasn’t there.

Holy shit. Just like on the date! It completely went over your head that he wasn’t wearing it that night. He always wore that necklace.

Ji-hun could physically see the gears turning in your head as you came to the conclusion he knew would ruin everything. Not for him so much anymore, but for his brother.

Hands coming up to his defense, your mouth began moving a mile a minute.

“Wait. You have a brother?”

The female answered for you.

“Not just any brother, but a twin brother.”

Your lips pursed, as Ji-hun’s flew open to try and remedy the situation as best he could. He cleared his throat and gave his female friend a sincere apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Tsuki. But maybe we can take a rain check on that study session? I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Sure thing. See you later!” She waved at him with a friendly smile and walked away, immediately getting lost in the cluster of other fellow college students around you that passed by in blurs.

You didn’t waste a second.

“You have a twin brother.” You stated, not questioned. “Jungkook has a twin brother.”

“I–Y/N–Yes.” He gave a defeated sigh and rolled his neck, gripping it with one hand. He could already tell that the weight of this conversation was going to take a toll on his normally drama free lifestyle. Jungkook was right, he should’ve just asked you out on a date as himself.

But, in his defense, he didn’t know that Jungkook was planning to ask you out in the first place. Not that you knew that, of course.

He saw a look of sadness and betrayal flicker across your face, before turning stoic and emotionless.

“Was this all just some kind of sick game for you two? Were you close by that day he asked me out? Did you both pick me out? Did I have a certain look? One that screamed ‘oh, please, pick me to use for your sick mind games and pleasure!’?”

“Y/N, maybe we can go somewhere more private to talk about this? Please? I really want to explain everything, if you’ll let me.”

The guilty look on his face was prominent, he seemed to be beating himself up over this perverse plan. In your own sick way, it made you happy to see him like this. Though it was nothing amounted to way you were currently feeling right now.

“Where’s your brother?” If you were going to have this conversation, you wanted him to be there as well. It was only fair. And you wanted to make sure they gave you the whole truth. Not a fabricated one.

“He’s actually–,” his pointer finger rose, as he pointed off somewhere behind you.

Your head whipped around so quick, you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

There he was in all his beautiful, chaotic, glory.

Jeon Jungkook.

And just like that, all those feelings came back like on that day he asked you out.

*******

They sat in front of you looking like a pair of kids about to get scolded by their parents.

You were sitting on the opposite side of the park picnic bench with your hands folded in front of you on top. Your school supplies laid in a neat pile on the empty space of the bench beside you.

Your eyes flitted between them, brain still registering that there was two of them. How did you not realize after all this time that Jungkook had a twin?! Granted, you didn’t know much about him other than what you heard from others. Still, you figured that important piece of information would’ve come up somehow, but apparently not. Much to your dismay, and utter disbelief.

“Y/N–,” Ji-hun.

“Y/N–,” Jungkook.

Both brothers began speaking at the same time, looking at each other with equally as guilty looks and having a silent conversation with their eyes on who should speak first.

It was Jungkook.

“If you’re going to be mad at anyone, y/n, be mad at me. I’m the one that orchestrated this whole thing. Ji-hun had no idea that I was planning on asking you out on a date for him.”

“You asked me out, as you, only to switch places with your brother on the actual date? Why?”

Ji-hun spoke up next.

“Because I liked you. He saw I was having trouble with asking you out myself, and decided to take it upon himself to do it for me in his own way.” Ji-hun admitted quietly, but loud enough for you to hear as he stared at the wood bench in front of him.

Your brows rose into your hairline at his confession, then your face settled back into a neutral one.

“You liked me? Since when? I don’t recall ever talking with you, so how did these feelings develop?” You asked incredulously.

Ji-hun’s entire being deflated in front of you when he realized that you didn’t remember the night of the party. He should’ve figured as much, with the many amounts of alcohol you consumed, but his hopeless romantic heart clouded his brain.

Jungkook gave his brother a look of sympathy, his hand coming in between the junction of his neck and shoulder in a light grip, as he massaged it gently. He knew this was the origin story of you both, and for you not to even remember it, he knows is a huge blow for his brother.

The interaction between the two brother’s was as if they just found out a loved one had died. And, in a sense, maybe that was true. Not a physical person, persay, but the idea of a love.

Locking his gaze with you, Ji-hun started telling you of the story when you two first met. How intoxicated you were that you could barely take two steps without tripping over yourself, how he stopped a guy from trying to take advantage of your inebriated state and got in his first fight. Though he says it didn’t last long, and no punches were landed by the dude cause he was worse than you were. He told you how he helped you into the bathroom cause you said you needed to throw up, and he held your hair back until you were done. He told you how you two talked about anything and everything on that dirty bathroom floor, him dumping his drink of choice from his red solo cup in order to fill it with sink water when you refused to let him leave your side to get a water bottle for you instead.

It wouldn’t be until Jungkook found you two sitting on the floor of that bathroom, did they both get you back to your place safely. You being coherent enough to call your roommate at the times number and her agreeing to come pick you up. They both sat on either side of you, as you all waited on the front porch steps of the random house party for your roommate to arrive. Once she did, both brother’s took up one side of you, yet again, to get you up and inside the car.

The roommate proceeded to thank them for their kindness and Ji-hun even said he gave her his number to give to you. He assumes she never did, considering he never did hear back from you after that night.

You held your head in shame in the palms of your hands, groaning from embarrassment. You did remember that night, vaguely. It mostly came to you in flashes, but the person who was with you always seemed to be conveniently blurred or just cut out from those memories to the point of you not having a clue who they were.

She never did give you any number.

And you wonder if that would’ve made a difference today.

Butterfly effect and all.

“I’m so sorry, Ji-hun. For putting you through that night. You were nothing but sweet, and I was just a hot ass mess.”

Even though you should still technically be fuming over this whole thing, you couldn’t help but share a second of genuine gratitude and sincerity for his chivalrous actions with you that night. He could’ve done anything, and you would’ve been none the wiser, but he didn’t. It goes to show just how good of a person he truly was. You just wished you felt the same for him as he did for you.

And maybe you could of, in another life.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. If there’s one thing this whole debacle has taught me, is to look for the silver lining. And I did.”

“You did?” Both you and Jungkook echoed at him in unison, eyes briefly meeting for a second before returning on Ji-hun.

“I did. It’s that you’re perfect for this idiot right here.” He thumbed to his side at Jungkook, who swatted the insinuation away with his hand, cheeks beginning to turn red of their own accord. It didn’t stop his brother from explaining his reasoning further.

With each reason, he held one finger up.

“You both like spicy food. You both are messy eaters. You both have a passion for drawing. And you both have a dream of becoming a tattoo artist. Need I go on?” He looked between you two with an air of ‘go on, tell me otherwise’. “Oh and don’t get me started on how much he rants about your father–,” Ji-hun throws his head back in exaggeration, as Jungkook once again uses his hand to swat the back of Ji-hun’s head to shut him up.

This had you chuckling softly, shoulders bouncing from the action as you covered your mouth to hide the smile that was threatening to come out any second.

Jungkook cleared his throat in order to gain your attention again. Unlike his normal persona he always puts on, right now in front of you, he seemed to be a completely new person. He fidgeted nervously with the cross necklace that hung around his neck with one hand, his tattooed, ring clad fingers tapped out a random beat on the table with his other hand.

“Look–I’m not good with this whole feelings thing, okay?” He started off with a look of what you could only describe as being flustered.

“He’s really not.” Ji-hun quipped in.

Jungkook glared at his twin, who just rolled his eyes in return.

“I’ve never been one to actually take a relationship seriously.”

“Yeah, I know.” This time it came from you, which had him gaping at you in disbelief. Ji-hun snickered at your words with inward glee at his brother’s obvious discomfort.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Jungkook attempts to center himself, closing his eyes for a second, before opening them back up with fierce determination.

“I like you, okay? You don’t know this, but I was there when you were on your date with my brother. You just couldn’t see me.”

You gave a ‘what the fuck?’ look, and mouthed it at the same time. Jungkook rose his hands in defense.

“I swear, I was solely there just in case he needed an out and the date went terribly. Otherwise, I wasn’t going to intervene.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, but this is taking way too long and I have an exam in like two hours I need to prepare for. So—,” Ji-hun stood up abruptly and walked behind Jungkook to place his hands firmly on his shoulders, eyes boring into yours with his next question.

“Y/N, do you like my brother? Yes or no.”

“Uh–,” your eyes blinked, brain trying to register the fast paced way he spoke. “Yes…?”

“Good. And we all know that you, dear brother, like y/n. Yes?” Jungkook nods his head, playing with his lip ring anxiously, as he bores a hole into the table with his eyes, refusing to look at you.

Clapping his hands together, he picks his backpack back up and slides his arms through the holes to secure it on his back.

“Perfect. Now you two hash that out, and I’ll be on my way. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, y/n. Also, once again, we’re truly sorry for this whole thing. But don’t worry, my brother knows if he hurts you that I won’t hesitate to kick his ass. Okay, bye!” He waves at you both with a vibrant smile, as he begins walking backwards. Pivoting in his sneakers, he begins the trek to the campus library, effectively leaving you two alone.

“He does realize that I never actually said if I forgive you two or not, right?” You asked warily.

Sighing defeatedly, Jungkook rubs the side of his neck.

“He knows. This is just how he is, he hates confrontation. Like me, but at least I stick through it until the end.”

“I’ll give you points for that one.”

“Thanks.”

An awkward silence befalls you both, as you do your best to stare at any and everything other than each other. You may have admitted openly that you both like one another, but you were still upset with him.

Standing up, you gathered your own school supplies. Jungkook just watched you silently.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

He eyed you nervously, confused.

“I owe you one for ruining your jacket, so just trust me. Okay?”

You were going to bring him with you to your father’s studio and give him an in depth tour. Maybe, if you’re feeling nice, you’ll even introduce him to your father as a ‘good friend’ to get him on your father’s good side, but we’ll see.

His response was to stand up as well, standing next to you, but at a healthy distance. Considering he wasn’t in college, he didn’t have any school supplies to grab. The only reason he was on campus was to see his brother, and inadvertently, he ended up seeing you as well. Not that it bothered him, he preferred talking it out now rather than prolonging the inevitable.

“I can—,” he gestured awkwardly to your binder and backpack, his way of asking if he could carry anything for you.

“I’m not helpless, Jungkook. I can carry my own things.” You tried to stay serious as you spoke, but when you saw the way he curled into himself at your reply, you gave up the tough girl act and shoved your binder into his chest with a shit eating grin. “I’m just playing, Jungkook, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

He scoffed at you, binder safely secured and tucked underneath his arm as he walked beside you.

“For the record, y/n?” You ‘hmmed’ in response looking ahead of you, he continued. “I know you’re more than capable of doing things on your own. It’s one of the many things I find extremely sexy about you.”

“Oh.”

He smirked at your flustered response, lightly knocking his elbow against yours playfully.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

“Shut up.”

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thedansemacabres · 3 months

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Hello! As one Hellenic Polytheist to another, and since you have such a huge knowledge of wine and wine making, I was curious if you have any good wine suggestions that might also be good offerings? Unfortunately, do to medical reasons, I can't drink alcohol but I'd like to find some wines that I could use as offerings to Apollo and Ares. I'm sure they wouldn't fault me for grabbing any wine from the grocer, considering I cant actually drink it to see if it tastes any good, but if you have any suggestions I'd love to hear. Thank you and hope you're having a good day :D

Of course! I actually have many thoughts on this, so I'll provide a quick brief on wine in grocery stores:

Grocery store wine tends to be a nightmare to winemakers. The common person does not know what wines they want to purchase, or good wines to buy, and there's a large state of confusion--it does not help that grocery stores throw wines on a self without worry. I'll see Italian wine next to Spanish with completely different histories and flavour profiles, and the history behind it will not be explained. Especially when a Spanish cooking wine is put next to Prosecco... which is why so many winemakers are putting attention into modern, cute, and pretty labels. People buy labels most often instead of decent wine.

So, grocery store wine shopping!

Personally, I avoid any bottle under 10$. This is due to labour and environmental concerns. I do not think you need a full rant on the labour issues of Blackfoot wine, but it's certainly a topic.

Then, what to buy? I associate Ares with full, harsh reds (or even a nice rose...), and Apollon I believe is both a red, rose, and white wine sort. As a general rule, affordable and drinkable (usually food) wine tends to be Italian (DOCG - Denominazione di Origine Controllata e Garantita): Italian for “Controlled and Guaranteed Denomination of Origin” means that it was made under certain quality control constrictions. Besides, a 10$ Chianti is a perfect offering. The quality system on wine labels goes far beyond DOCG, but that's a different post or if anyone asks.

For Ares, I would recommend any wine that states itself as "tannic" "bold" "courageous" etc., and grapes like Cabernet Franc are famous for this. A Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon has similar traits, but it tends to be expensive. If the bottle is blue/green, that means the wine is meant to age, and bolder reds tend to do so. I also think he is definitely a rose guy, so I would gravitate towards rose that calls itself "floral" "light" "refreshing" "breezy" etc., especially one of my favourite grapes, Black Muscat. Chambourcin is also a great grape for him--the floral nature and dark purple hue is beautiful.

Apollon - I would gravitate towards more yellow/gold whites, such as an older Chardonnay or Orange (skin contact white wine) wines. I personally associate him with Traminette, though that one can be rare to find. These tend to be expensive, but noble rot wines I believe fit (often called botrytis wines, but these tend to be more expensive) or straw wines--wines made by grapes shrivelled in the sunlight--which will require some research to find if it's a straw wine if not directly stated. Straw wines are sweet wines, so let's go into that.

Sweet wines will be more "accurate" to the ancient world if you care for that. Sweet wines have hundreds of names depending on region, so here's a tldr;

French wine - demi-sec and above is sweet, especially doux.

Italian - completely opposite of French wine, it's extra-sec (off-sweet), sec (sweet), demi-sec (very sweet), and dolce (syrup sweet)

German - Germany has a whole different approach to sweet wines, with sweetness being a mark of quality; trocken, halbtrocken (half-dry), feinherb (off-dry), lieblich (semi-sweet), and suß (sweet.)

Or the bottle just says "sweet" or "residual sugar" level. This is the easiest.

I hope this helps and may you enjoy offering wines to the theoi!

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BEFORE I FORGET AGAIN here are all the notes from our latest brainstorming stream ~

“What If Beauty Could Literally Steal Your Breath?”

Random Thoughts

We see something beautiful to us, we start turning blue and suffocating; can cause death if not treatment, stop exposure, etc

Beauty is subjective; different things would affect different people

Could be scenarios where only a certain type of beauty e.g. a person’s physical beauty is causing the affliction; could also be all forms of beauty

People could be suffocating over – movies; books; video games; faces of their children or loved ones; landscapes; paintings; music; different genres of music; smells –

Could smelling a rose kill you?

Concepts or ideas can also be beautiful, they could also affect certain people

Dating will be awkward and potentially dangerous

Spending time with loved ones could become very difficult

Oxygen tanks

Could the breath stolen by beauty be collected and used for e.g. filling oxygen tanks; spells; etc

Would whatever steals the breath (if it’s not a natural affliction) gain life or improvement in life?

Can different levels of beauty affect differently; cute kitten video make you wheeze a little, but looking at Mt Fuji could make you faint – but again, different for different people

If it’s a natural affliction, symptoms similar to asthma attack (mild to severe); probably no ‘breath collected’

If it’s a nefarious e.g. curse, maybe built into the spell for breath to be collected, or the caster of the spell needs to be nearby

Could also be affected by dreams in your sleep – wake up gasping and/or dead

Smell of the air beautiful – infinite loop

If find yourself extremely physically attractive, could you be affected?

If simply like your looks, could you be affected?

If you have a healthy relationship with yourself and ‘love yourself’, could you be affected?

Plastic surgery to diminish looks to stop hurting your loved ones; would that work? Your loved ones love you, not how you look; beautiful due to personality/soul, beautiful no matter how you look; could be tried in pandemic scenario but found to not be very effective?

Soul surgery???

Does love equate to beauty? Depends on situation/scenario/different people – so subjective

What if it’s only beautiful humans that cause the affliction, not art, nature, etc?

What about the poor people who find something beautiful in everything?

Use as an excuse to get out of e.g. classes – I find the language beautiful!!!

If you do find a particular language beautiful, hearing it would affect your breathing; limit the places you could travel

What about the poor people who find Vtuber feet beautiful??? WHAT ABOUT THEM???

Favourite food could affect you – would no longer be able to eat it

Some people not affected by any beauty at all

How powerful a spell would be required to make a singular person lose breath at the sight of beauty? What about many people at once? If it’s a powerful spell, it might take a novice a huge amount of power, but a master might be able to do it with a click of their fingers

Curse scenario – how painful is it to lose breath? Depend on strength of that particular spell; drawn out of lungs and can’t breathe it back – very distressing; how long does it last? Until death? Just until they have the breath currently in your lungs? Not preventing from breathing in again?

Natural affliction scenario – similar to asthma, other breathing conditions; painful and distressing to that degree

Maybe doesn’t cause any huge health issues – just annoying; causes huge cough, like getting the wind knocked out of you, but no more permanent damage

Two types of fear – one associated with feelings of suffocation without a way to stop it, other is everything else – IF THIS WAS A CURSE SCENARIO this might be quite pertinent, some sort of reasoning behind this curse?

WHAT IF a beautiful person was cursed so everyone who sees them gets the air pulled out of their lungs?

Is breath close to life in some religions; could there be religious implications

What if it’s widely believed those affected – it’s not their breath being pulled out of them, but their soul? What would that lead to – discrimination against the ‘soulless’ sort of thing

THE PLAUGE

Concept for counterbalancing a superpower –

Most beautiful person in a village being accused of being a witch and stealing someone’s soul

Beauty trials instead of witch trials

IN THE CURSE SCENARIO – maybe the curse only works if you see the cursed person’s body directly and wearing 100% covering counters the curse – full long-sleeved dresses and full face-covering veils very popular and sensible

A Medusa situation

Curse scenario – curse only takes oxygen out of someone’s lungs in a manner so they do not realise they are suffocating

What if beauty replaces the oxygen in your lungs with something else (e.g. macaroni; roses); beauty gas replaces?

Roses in the lungs disease; a major fanfic trope; cough out petals if you’re bottling your love feelings; either confess love or forget about the person you love; if untreated leads to death

Beautiful voice can steal your breath

CURSE SCENARIO - If a person’s ambition is perceived as beautiful and they curse someone and steal their breath, would their own ambition, etc, become more beautiful

Beauty as a power without using the overused trope of charm is a good idea

Could this be a superpower – your face/voice/personality/etc can steal people’s breath – how could you use this power; what difficulties will you face in life; etc

What would the embodiment of beauty be?

Would you know you find someone you like if you lose your breath? Probably a good indication

World ugly-fying filter for extra sensitive people so they can leave the house

CURSE SCENARIO – sorcerer collecting breath so their idea, dream, ambition, etc, gains so much breath it can will a body/form into existence, become personified; could someone literally make a god?

CURSE SCENARIO – what if when you steal someone’s breath, you take it for yourself, increasing your own beauty (in the eyes of your society)

Breath transfusions

Iron lungs – beauty industry evolves around accessories and mods for iron lungs, etc

Could pets, animals, (plants??) also be affected?

Mosquitos would go extinct??? Blood so beautiful???

Use of robots and AI for art; become cyborgs to avoid art and beauty

Beauty deities could die out from declining numbers of believers

What if being ‘ugly’ can fill someone’s lungs with oxygen?? ‘Ugly’ people become saviours

Photo of ** become a creepy pasta/urban legend, but actually true

Beauty is a Lovecraftian eldritch being that gains power from each breath taken

Are lungs and gills equal? If not, research into humans developing gills and becoming amphibious

If two ‘ugly’ people dated, could they permanently live in space/water if their lungs are constantly filling with oxygen?

Mermaid HRT (hormone replacement therapy); need to know actually afflicted by disease and it’s not a fetish; or heart transplant – WHAT ABOUT THE MERMAIDS

What if people get systematically tested for what type of people (or other things) they find attractive and what archetype of beauty they are – like blood types; medical update during yearly physicals, etc, part of regular blood tests, monitor changes as grow

Sirens – become what we individually find most attractive; sirens stealing breath?

Pinocchio-like – become more of a ‘real person’ by being the most beautiful, gaining the most life/beauty/etc; ‘contest’ between unscrupulous sorcerers to gather the most breath/life/beauty

SHOW IDEA – near extinction of human males; all boys captured and on government-mandated dating shows – MAKE IT A ROMCOM

Treatment for curse – depend on strength of the curse; whether it’s short or long term; are there any antidotes? If not, at the mercy of the sorcerer

If a mental health or other disorder due to chemical imbalances or other difficulties in the body, treatment similar to other mental health/respiratory diseases – drugs, CBT, relaxation, decreasing stress, etc

Potential of social pension, etc, if afflicted by this – if it’s a rare thing, probably; if it’s a pandemic, no

Family issues – parents not being able to raise their children, unable to spend much time with them, affect on the children emotionally, developmentally

Spending infancy in opaque incubator; light cycles and stimulus provided within?

Would baby beauty affect all people or just family – could all babies be raised in a box? What age would they come out?

Insurance issues

Importance of visual beauty decreases, leads to auditory beauty being the most dominant form, which in turn leads to auditory beauty causing more problems; need to soundproof incubators, etc; deadly loop

ID cards – fingerprints, etc, instead of faces

Difficulties getting medical treatment?

So in love willing to die for each other – toxic relationship

Logos not exist since someone could find it beautiful

Beauty could become something like alcohol, cigarettes, recreational drugs – people know it’s dangerous, but do it for the euphoria

Compare ‘beauty tasting’ to wine tasting

Beauty battles- UNBREATHE

Disease would produce many forms of ableism – taunting due to avoiding beauty, etc

A Rare Affliction

Mental health disorder; when affected by beauty, body seizes up, affects the trachea and the lungs, etc, creates asthma-like symptoms

Permanent or a curable affliction

Could be related to neurodivergence

Minimise exposure to beauty; need to find out exactly what you find beautiful in order to avoid it

If found self beautiful and were affected by it, get rid of all your mirrors!

Minimise contact with family and friends for your health

Lead to depression

Treatments – if natural, inhalers, relaxation therapy, etc could work for mild to moderate cases; difficult to treat severe attacks; if it’s a mental health disorder or chemical imbalances causes breathing difficulties, probably some kind of treatment

What kind of treatment if it’s a curse

Like many disabilities, chronic disease – live your life, but need meds, assistance tools, regular care, etc

A Global Pandemic

Pandemic cycles as beauty standards change to something once believed safe

People naturally start finding other things beautiful that once they didn’t find beautiful in a self-preservation reflex, but now THAT’S beautiful, so that starts affecting them, too = cycles

Beauty becomes suppressed in all its forms

Oxygen would become a black market item; ridiculously expensive and hard to get; hoarded

“Beautiful” people encouraged/forced to wear masks, etc

There will always be a “most beautiful”; doesn’t matter how ugly masks, clothes, etc, are; logical conclusion (in the beginning) is to try to avoid beauty

Some people would try to capitalize on the situation – selling oxygen at high prices; if the curse scenario, collecting all the oxygen and selling it again;

Military uses – send something beautiful to the enemy to act as a debuff

Selling diet air for a good discount

Small percentage of people immune and run secretive beauty clubs; poetry readings; in dystopian future sort of thing

IN THE BEGINNING – preventative measures; increased respiratory clinics everywhere; warnings outside of art museums, libraries, famous natural sites, etc

Only so much preventative measures can do – when beauty is so subjective (people could be dropping with every rainbow) and the beauty cycles that are starting

‘Beauty’ starts being controlled; libraries, galleries, art and creative expression in general start being suppressed; to many restrictions; and eventually outlawed

Libraries would be burned; book bonfires; art bonfires; musical instruments bonfires; natural world desecrated – ALL IN THE SAKE OF HEALTH

No one able to appreciate things like fine dining any more; fancy chefs out of a job

People not affected by beauty at all in a prime position to EXPLOIT

A curse gone out of control; evil magical people exploiting it stealing breath

Surge in kidnappings – can intentionally use beauty to knock people out and kidnap them

If it’s only people you find beautiful that causes the breath loss, what if everyone is only affected by those genders you are sexually attracted to? Is it just sexual attraction or is it romantic attraction, as well? (does not include family members, etc, that you love and find beautiful)

HUGE EFFECT ON POPULATION

What does society look like in 100 years if this beauty pandemic is ongoing; if all forms of beauty – becoming a drab bunker society in which creativity is shunned, all forms of beauty shunned, self-expression punished; secret beauty club for immune people; black market in beauty for those willing to risk their breath just to experience beauty; probably rebellions brewing (or constantly being stamped out) in this bunker society

What would happen with the beauty industry?

Beauty as a drug and erotic asphyxiation being common; like strip clubs but removing masks not clothes

IF BEAUTY STEALS BREATH AND UGLINESS GIVES IT (societal norms) – eventually what is beautiful and ugly might completely swap; cycles

Everything becomes very bland to prevent declining population – population and crowd control through beauty

Self harm increases to diminish beauty and protect others – no one would want to be beautiful; what about cycling beauty standards, things that are ugly would soon become beautiful to most people

Dystopian beauty soldiers

Movies, tv shows, etc, temporarily banned until beauty standards switch around; keep cycling

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