#hans.
even the litany of curses couldn't ease this pain.
mikkel is a hearty young lad. with a sick father and young siblings to feed, he'd boarded his first sail in hopes of bring some semblance of fortune as a deck crew. whilst, he'd imparted with the sort of excited naivety a boy age fourteen years of living would, i could go about to see the world, as well. killing two birds with one stone, hans had told him quietly right back that first night they'd spoken, while mikkel coyly nodded. again, he's a hearty lad. hardworking, good. every instructions hans laid out, the very few he could as they worked among other sailors, he'd followed well. smart, too.
it's unfortunate, is what it is, that through the throbbing of the pain from where the welts where his brother had laid his whips and tore at hans' skin, the boy has to bear witness to this as well. hans could hear him cry somewhere in the background, hurrying someone else inside their room. foolish, foolish boy ! he thinks vehemently, though he has no strength—nor attention—to genuinely scold. his back feels as though his prince brother alek had burned the flesh along with the whipping; it is searing. hans grunts, cries, and screams a guttural scream into the floors of the inn—if only, for a moment, he could direct the excruciating pain elsewhere.
mikkel is crouching besides hans now , tears stream down his face as he informs hans that he had brought in a healer. ❛⠀LEAVE ! ❜ hans screams. all— and he thinks so jaggedly, haphazardly, as though his own train of thoughts could not bear the pain long enough to have the words strung together. all he needs is some balm, he thinks with a lot of effort, some clean clothes to clean the blood, and any drinks that could let him sleep. that is all. that is all. ❛⠀i need not to be attended to. i need— i need rest. please—leave me. ❜
in the end, he begs.
for @dionidai ♡
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Sabrina’s heart was beating faster and faster the moment he spoke. Him just being at her shared apartment with Alex was already such a dangerous situation and she had pulled him aside and to her room so fast that she was sure that she had never moved so fast in her life. She knew Alex wasn’t home but she felt like Hans in any space that they actually shared together felt wrong and she didn’t need to upset the space more than she already had just by seeking Hans out again in the first place. The last time they spoke, Sabrina had cut him off and felt proud for holding her ground. Now....now she was being sucked back into his turmoil and she didn’t know if that was a good thing or bad thing. He left his fiancé. And while she wanted to hope it was for the noble reason it was because she was doing the very thing to him that he had done to her. It was all out in the open and worse...he was sad. At least she thought he was. It was hard to tell when she was feeling an overwhelming rush of it from him being in her depression room alone. She didn’t let many people in her space and him being there was putting her on edge. But he came to her because he was sad and felt she understood and she didn’t want to just....push him out because she was anxious. “I...I am sorry that happened.....maybe it was for the best....considering....everything....” She didn’t know where she stood with him now and she was scared to find out. “I....How can I....How can I help? Did you...Did you want to go...somewhere?”
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location: the poison apple tavern
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Daphne had not seen or heard Hans in months. She wasn’t really mad about it since whenever she did have to see him it was because her parents were trying to set her up with him, but it was still so weird running into him at a bar of all things. She thought he was all happy in engagement land or something like that. That was how it was with Kit these days or at least that was how it seemed. She was starting to feel a little...lonely since most of her flirtations were down the drain, aside from this new guy, Flynn. She was hoping he would call her soon but since he hadn’t she figured she could go dancing somewhere different for a little while. And now she was chatting up a guy she used to hate seeing. “How is your fiancé?” Daphne asked curiously. “I never got to say congrats. Congrats!”
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I love when fiction makes the audience feel guilty about their role as the audience. When something fucked up is treated as a joke but later it's recognised how fucked up it was and the audience feels guilty for finding it funny. When a character breaks the fourth wall to plead for help, and you can't do anything so you just watch. And you know that the characters pain isn't real, but they're begging for help and you're not helping because their suffering is entertainment for you
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Idk how they’re getting outta this one (X)
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A friend sent this to me. I'm fucking dying!!!! 😂💀🤣💀
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What was Luke’s reaction to a larger body of water
his moisture farmer instincts kicked in
(donation doodles! // tip jar)
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she doesn’t like him, hans could tell. and it’s not his fault that she doesn’t. it’s not his fault either that anna — sweet, bright, and oh-so-lonely anna — was so quick to introduce him to her as a close friend, a - what do they call it these days ? - study buddy, even. though hans doesn’t need a study buddy. if he does not excel in anything, it will be entirely an information he and his tutor would know - no one else. he cannot be perceived as anything short of perfect lest he wants his brothers’ teeth sinking into him in forms of mockery and insults. which, if he were to be frank, he does not need more of.
and anyways — the heiress to arendelle does not like him.
hans does not care, except he does. it itches at him, that his smiles cannot fool her; that his gentle demeanour, so many years of him practising how to bow and speak and soften parts of his expression on demand, cannot impress her. though that’s foolish, to even need to impress her. what shall he gain from it ? anna clearly does not need her sister’s permission for a few hours of tutoring. and that’s all it was, wasn’t it ? mayhaps anna holds some sort of ... feelings for him, but they are not courting. hans isn’t, at least.
so why does it matter if the older sister does not approve ? there is nothing to approve of in the first place. yet still, the itch is ever-present, and hans smiles automatically; his dimple shows. he does not give his irritation away. ‘ ah, your highness. i see the newly-crowned prince and princesses have invited you. ’
@vinterhjerte / starter call
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location: han’s house
Sabrina knew it was a very bad idea being here. She knew she shouldn’t still have the address committed to memory. She knew that she was going to cry and that it wasn’t going to be a good time for either of them. So why was she knocking on his door? Why couldn’t she just let it go. Part of it was because he got into a fight about her; at least that was what the gossip blog said. She knew to take that gossip blog with a grain of salt, but she hadn’t heard a word from either man involved, so she knew there had to be some truth to it. She wanted to hear it for herself. She wanted to know because if she didn’t it would just eat at her and she had enough consuming her mind, pulling her into the darkness, and she needed some sort of clarity. So she stood there on his doorstep, praying she wouldn’t have to meet his fiance this way, praying she didn’t have to be there long and he could just give her some peace for once in her life. Her hands were bawled into fists and she was digging her nails into the flesh so hard that she was sure she was about to break skin. And then he answered. “Do you.....Do you have a moment....?”
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Holbein’s Anne of Cleves has been restored!
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Byung-Chul Han, from an interview published in ArtReview
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